Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Three Find Completion ❯ Part 4 of 6 ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Duo slowly began to come back to the world and had to fight through the overwhelming pain to become conscious. He could tell the drugs were wearing off. Looking around carefully, barely moving he could see nobody around. The street was still deserted. And it was raining. He was already soaked through and could feel a chill taking hold as the night got colder with the added precipitation. Moving carefully Duo pulled up what was left of his pants, nearly panting in pain once it was done. There was no way that he could walk. He might not be able to crawl. How was he to get help. He tried to yell, but it barely came out a raspy cry. The strangling and screaming had injured his throat. He could not yell for help.
Looking around more carefully Duo noted a phone booth, probably left over from the 20th century, a couple blocks away. He would have to make it there and hope that the old phone would work. But that phone told him more. It meant he was in a very old part of town, there may be danger around any corner. These places had become infested with old Oz soldiers after the war Those that could not find jobs often ended up in these areas. Holding back a curse, Duo forced his body up and leaning on the wall next to him he slowly began to make his way toward the phone booth.
The pain was agonizing and the trip felt like it took hours, though he estimated those two and a half blocks only took his 45 minutes, but finally he was almost there. Drunken laughing attracted his attention to just past the phone booth. Coming toward his was 2 burly men, drunk. Would they ignore him and leave or...
"Look what we have here, Ted," the blond one slurred. The brunette laughed, leaning on his friend as he swayed. "We have a little brat in this area of town... maybe we should show him why he shouldn't be here."
Duo could feel dread sink into his stomach. Why was this happening? Why would nobody help him? Why was this night just getting worse and worse? The two quickly surrounded Duo and began to punch him until he fell to the ground where they kicked him over and over again. They mostly went for his torso but one kick got him across a cheek and several hit his legs. After almost 10 minutes the 2 men finally seemed to loose interest and began to wander off, one mentioning he had more beer at his place, though Duo was in too much pain to tell who said what.
Duo lay there for an hour before he finally forced himself to one armed drag himself to the phone booth and get inside. He closed the doors behind him, slightly grateful to be out of the rain, but in too much pain to really feel a difference. Looking at the phone he realized that it could take cards as well as credits. He thanked his lucky stars. He did not have any credits now that he thought about it, and he did not want to call 911. He wanted the other pilots, he wanted to feel safe. He was scared, and hurt, and tired. He wished he was home, watching a movie with the guys like the usual Friday night. Warm and dry, a place he felt comfortable and safe. Most of all he wanted Trowa and Quatre. He never liked to admit it, but he had a bit of a crush on the two. Okay, he was in love with them. But they had each other and didn't need him. Why would they need him? Especially now that he was so dirty.
Bringing himself back to the present Duo realized that he had blacked out again. Looking out the glass door, he surmised that only a couple of minutes had passed this time. He carefully pulled his wallet out of his pocket and ran it, dialing the first number that came to mind. It was hard to do from the ground, but he managed. The phone rang for only a second before a voice answered, "Hello?"
Duo wondered why it didn't sound like the red head had been sleeping, it had to be approaching 3 am. They may not have to work tomorrow, but it was still way past the man's normal bed time. "Trowa... help."
Duo could hear Trowa gasp over the phone line, "Duo?! Duo, what happened, where are you?!"
Duo could not help it, he began to cry for the first time in years, big racking sobs. He could hear Trowa trying to calm him, but the other boy sounded like he was nearly panicking. Trowa was even begging him not to cry and telling him everything would be okay, he just needed to know where Duo was. Duo could also hear movement in the background and guessed someone else was up and was also trying to help. "I... I am sorry," Duo gasped out.
"No, no, don't be sorry, just tell me where you are." Trowa assured.
"I... I don't know. A bad area of town. Old area. I am in an old phone booth. It is across from an old park. The toys are falling apart there. The grass half gone to dirt. One big old tree in the middle. Please... please come quickly."
"We are, baby, just stay calm." Duo could then hear Trowa relating what Duo had said to someone else and a reply, it sounded like Heero. "We think we know where you are, just-" suddenly a beeping on the phone cut Trowa off and a voice informed him that the call had reached it's maximum call length. Duo couldn't help the fearful sob that left him.
It felt like forever, though it was probably only half an hour, before a car suddenly came to a screaching halt beside the phone booth. Before the car was even stopped all the way Trowa and Wufei were out of it and running to the booth. Duo pushed open the doors and nearly collapsed into Trowa's arms, sobbing anew. Heero and Quatre came to a stop behind the two.
"Duo?! Oh Allah, what happened?! Wufei, we need to get him to the hospital!" Quatre nearly wailed. He could only see a little of the braided boy, but it was enough. Duo blacked out.