Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Yin and Yang ❯ Release From Pain ( Chapter 2 )
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By: kitsune07200 
Heero meets his true captor.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.06.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 671 | Status: Work In Progress
Heero meets his true captor.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.06.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 671 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Not many reviews on this one...do you not like it? *tears up*
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing so please refrain from suing me...thank you.
Warning: 2x1, 3x4, 5xS, violence, possible torture, and Relena bashing!
Summary: Heero is being held captive by Dr. J who some how managed to survive the war. While being held there strange things start to happen, and Heero finds himself in the middle of something that the perfect soldier might not even be able to handle.
Set one year after Endless Waltzes, and revolves mostly around Heero and Duo.
Previously: ‘I’ve never prayed before, but I’ve seen Duo pray and I’m pleading with you god please help me’ was the last thing Heero remembered before he again began to convulse in pain.
AU people!
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Chapter 2
Duo and Wufei had not found Heero yesterday and head out early again to try and find a lead as to where he had been taken.
“Maxwell this is Yuy we’re talking about! How in the hell did he get kidnaped?” Wufei asked.
“Chang this is Dr. J we’re talking about! He trained Heero and knows all his weaknesses, and he may be crazy, but he was a genius,” Duo snapped.
“This makes no sense we don’t even have an idea as to where he could be!” Wufei ranted.
“Well I don’t plan on sitting on my ass and doing nothing,” Duo said.
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Heero was again laying in the middle of the floor, of the white room. His eyes were closed but he couldn’t sleep. He wondered how in the hell he kept surviving. The remainder of the evening yesterday, he had been thrown into a bath tub and held under until nearly unconscious. Then some wires had been put into the tub also electrocuting him for a while. Then he had been beaten, he hadn’t had any food or water yesterday either. The sun had only been up a few hours, and he knew Dr. J would come soon..
“A seventeen year old shouldn’t have to go through this,” a voice said.
Heero’s eyes snapped open and he tried to raise up but winced as his body protested.
“Actually no one should have to go through this...and yet here you are,” the voice chuckled.
“Who’s there?” Heero rasped.
“Who isn’t a very important question...perhaps what I am is what you should be asking,” the voice said.
Heero would have glared at the person if he could see him, at least he thought it was a him. The voice was masculine, so he could assume for now that it was a he.
“Unless you plan on freeing me I don’t give a damn who you are,” Heero croaked.
“Not a very good listener are you?” the voice teased.
“You should be concerned with what you are dealing with not who,” the voice whispered.
Heero jumped because the person had been right next to his ear when he spoke.
“What are you then?” Heero growled then coughed.
“There’s a good boy. I am your escape, your savior, all you haft to do is join me in my quest,” the voice chuckled darkly.
“Quest?” Heero asked.
“Well you see I’m looking for someone who could be of great use to me, but me being what I am, can’t get close to her...so I need someone who is trusted and known for good deeds to get her for me,” the voice said.
“Go ask someone other than me,” Heero snorted.
Heero was in less than a second pinned by his throat against the wall gazing into wild crimson eyes. The rest of the figure was in shadow so Heero had no idea who he was dealing with.
“You are who I need!” the voice growled.
Heero grabbed the wrist of the hand that was around his throat and tried to pull it away. The hand squeezed harder and Heero struggled to breath.
“You see I can get you out of here and away from the good doctor. He won’t be able to lay a hand on you if I give you a little present,” the voice chuckled.
“You obviously don’t know Dr. J...he will find me again,” Heero rasped.
“He will do as I say just as he has been doing since the end of the war,” the voice said.
“What?” Heero asked.
“Your dear doctor was in terrible pain, and he said he’d do anything to be out of it...so I made a deal with him. I’d take away the pain if he served me as long as I asked. The pain is what drove him to such a decision, and I think it will work the same way for you. So what do you say my pet. Work for me and I’ll let you leave...don’t and you’ll wish for hell,” the voice said menacingly.
Heero looked into the eyes of his captor and saw nothing good. He now knew what he was dealing with. A demon. If ever a creature to exists this thing that had him was a demon he was sure of it. Heero glared fiercely into its eyes and spat in the creatures face.
“Fuck you asshole I’m nobody’s pet!” Heero growled.
The creature let out an inhuman sound of rage before throwing Heero into the opposite wall. Heero gasped in pain as he felt at least seven of his ribs brake.
“I think before the day is over you’ll have a change of heart,” the voice said.
Heero rose up to his knee’s and watched the shadowed figure walk straight through the wall. Then the door opened and in stepped Dr. J with three very intimidating guards.
“Come on now Heero we still need to run some tests,” the doctor said smiling cruelly.
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Duo had been driving around for the past three and a half hours. He had dropped Wufei by HQ so he could do some research there. Wufei would call Duo if something turned up and Duo would go where the Chinese pilot instructed. Everything that had come up so far was a dead end. Duo slammed on the brakes when he thought he saw something run into the church across the street. He thought he saw Heero. Duo jumped out of the car and ran into the church.
“Heero!” Duo called out into the empty cathedral.
“He isn’t here, and may not be anywhere if we don’t hurry,” a voice said.
Duo turned around to see a young man maybe in his early twenty’s, of lean muscular build, with long almost white hair reaching his lower back, and ice blue eyes. His attire consisted of a white tank-top, black dress pants, and a long black trench coat.
“Who the hell are you!” Duo spat.
“I am Angelo, someone who can help you find what your looking for,” Angelo said.
“You know where Heero is. What the hell did you do to him!” Duo raged stalking towards Angelo threateningly.
“We do not have time for this!” Angelo barked.
Duo stopped stalking towards Angelo and stared at him.
“Your friend is about to suffer a fate worse than death. I need your help to save him,” Angelo said urgently.
“I don’t know anything!” Duo shouted.
“The person that has him has somehow prevented me from being able to see where he is. In you I sense a bond that links to him, but I can’t tap into it without your permission,” Angelo said quickly.
“What the fuck are you on man!” Duo shouted disbelievingly.
“You must listen to me! The man that has your friend isn’t even a man! He’s a creature that the monsters in your nightmares fear! If you do not let me tap into the link you share with your friend so I can find him, your friend will not only suffer for how ever much longer he would live, but he will also be condemned to an eternity in hell!” Angelo said urgently.
“Ok, ok, so lets say your not completely off your rocker. What do I have to do to let you tap in to this so called link,” Duo said.
“Just say yes,” Angelo said with a smile.
Duo was pretty much at the end of his rope and would try anything to find at least a clue to where Heero was.
“Yes,” Duo said.
Angelo stepped forward and grabbed Duo’s hand.
“Your gonna have to trust me,” Angelo said before pulling out a knife and slicing open Duo’s palm.
“Are you insane!” Duo screamed trying to pull away.
Angelo held tight and cut his own palm before placing the bleeding palms together. He said something in a language that Duo recognized as Latin and a warm feeling jolted through his body.
“I thank you for your help Duo Maxwell,” Angelo said before running out of the church.
“Hey wait! What about Heero!” Duo shouted and ran after him.
When he got out the door Angelo was nowhere to be seen. He looked down and stared in shock at his palm. The cut was gone.
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Heero was again laying in the floor. He had received at least two hundred lashings with a steel tipped whip that not only cut the skin but bruised it as well.
“Who the fuck uses whips anymore?” Heero cursed trying to sit up.
“Change your mind yet?” the voice asked.
Heero looked over and saw what his captor looked like for the first time. He was about 6/1, maybe in mid-twenties, with shoulder length black hair, and crimson eyes. His attire consisted of a black dress shirt, black dress pants, and a long black trench coat. Heero finally sat up and leaned back against the wall. He let out a hiss of pain, but other than that remained quiet.
“Aww...your angry with me, that’s good. I’m offering you enough power to be the perfect soldier without any effort. All you have to do is say yes,” the man said.
“Well if you put it that way...Hell no! I never wanted to be the perfect fucking soldier! I will die before I ever willingly except such an offer!” Heero shouted.
“Well I have to say I’m disappointed, but who said anything about being a willing worker,” the man said with a smirk.
“What?” Heero asked.
“Well my workers are able to think better for themselves and last longer when they work for me willingly...but I guess you can just become another drone,” the man said taking out a dagger.
Heero tried to move away but his body was weak and in pain.
“I’m going to try one more thing to get you to change your mind,” he said stepping closer.
“Who the fuck are you?” Heero asked.
“Oh the names Lucius,” Lucius said.
Lucius locked Heero in his gaze, and Heero realized that he couldn’t move.
“Either way, live or die, I will have some fun,” Lucius said with a smirk.
Lucius knelt down in front of Heero and grabbed his forearm. He took the dagger and shoved it all the way through the tip of his wrist leaving an inch of the blade sticking out the other side and cut down four inches in a straight line. Heero could do nothing but scream silently sense his vocal chords didn’t seem to work either. Lucius smiled and pulled the dagger out just to position it about an inch and a half down the wrist and cut a horizontal line across two inches. Because the dagger was all the way through his wrist Heero could feel it cut through bone. Lucius then did the same to the other wrist. Heero looked down and noticed the two perfect crucifixes carved into his wrist’s.
“Still resisting...well that’s to bad,” Lucius said cutting his own wrist and tilting Heero’s head back.
Heero tried to spit out the blood that flowed into his mouth, but he was forced to swallow it. Then Lucius dropped him again to the floor.
“I’ll see you in a few hours,” Lucius laughed.
Heero was fading into unconsciousness when he heard someone calling his name.
“Heero! Heero! God please don’t let me be to late!” the voice called.
Then Heero felt himself being lifted into a warm embrace, and everything seemed to shift suddenly out of place.
“Duo?” Heero whispered before he sank into unconsciousness.
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A/N: Yay! Another chapter done!! Please review after you read so I know what you think, I value each and every opinion!! Review!!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing so please refrain from suing me...thank you.
Warning: 2x1, 3x4, 5xS, violence, possible torture, and Relena bashing!
Summary: Heero is being held captive by Dr. J who some how managed to survive the war. While being held there strange things start to happen, and Heero finds himself in the middle of something that the perfect soldier might not even be able to handle.
Set one year after Endless Waltzes, and revolves mostly around Heero and Duo.
Previously: ‘I’ve never prayed before, but I’ve seen Duo pray and I’m pleading with you god please help me’ was the last thing Heero remembered before he again began to convulse in pain.
AU people!
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Chapter 2
Duo and Wufei had not found Heero yesterday and head out early again to try and find a lead as to where he had been taken.
“Maxwell this is Yuy we’re talking about! How in the hell did he get kidnaped?” Wufei asked.
“Chang this is Dr. J we’re talking about! He trained Heero and knows all his weaknesses, and he may be crazy, but he was a genius,” Duo snapped.
“This makes no sense we don’t even have an idea as to where he could be!” Wufei ranted.
“Well I don’t plan on sitting on my ass and doing nothing,” Duo said.
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Heero was again laying in the middle of the floor, of the white room. His eyes were closed but he couldn’t sleep. He wondered how in the hell he kept surviving. The remainder of the evening yesterday, he had been thrown into a bath tub and held under until nearly unconscious. Then some wires had been put into the tub also electrocuting him for a while. Then he had been beaten, he hadn’t had any food or water yesterday either. The sun had only been up a few hours, and he knew Dr. J would come soon..
“A seventeen year old shouldn’t have to go through this,” a voice said.
Heero’s eyes snapped open and he tried to raise up but winced as his body protested.
“Actually no one should have to go through this...and yet here you are,” the voice chuckled.
“Who’s there?” Heero rasped.
“Who isn’t a very important question...perhaps what I am is what you should be asking,” the voice said.
Heero would have glared at the person if he could see him, at least he thought it was a him. The voice was masculine, so he could assume for now that it was a he.
“Unless you plan on freeing me I don’t give a damn who you are,” Heero croaked.
“Not a very good listener are you?” the voice teased.
“You should be concerned with what you are dealing with not who,” the voice whispered.
Heero jumped because the person had been right next to his ear when he spoke.
“What are you then?” Heero growled then coughed.
“There’s a good boy. I am your escape, your savior, all you haft to do is join me in my quest,” the voice chuckled darkly.
“Quest?” Heero asked.
“Well you see I’m looking for someone who could be of great use to me, but me being what I am, can’t get close to her...so I need someone who is trusted and known for good deeds to get her for me,” the voice said.
“Go ask someone other than me,” Heero snorted.
Heero was in less than a second pinned by his throat against the wall gazing into wild crimson eyes. The rest of the figure was in shadow so Heero had no idea who he was dealing with.
“You are who I need!” the voice growled.
Heero grabbed the wrist of the hand that was around his throat and tried to pull it away. The hand squeezed harder and Heero struggled to breath.
“You see I can get you out of here and away from the good doctor. He won’t be able to lay a hand on you if I give you a little present,” the voice chuckled.
“You obviously don’t know Dr. J...he will find me again,” Heero rasped.
“He will do as I say just as he has been doing since the end of the war,” the voice said.
“What?” Heero asked.
“Your dear doctor was in terrible pain, and he said he’d do anything to be out of it...so I made a deal with him. I’d take away the pain if he served me as long as I asked. The pain is what drove him to such a decision, and I think it will work the same way for you. So what do you say my pet. Work for me and I’ll let you leave...don’t and you’ll wish for hell,” the voice said menacingly.
Heero looked into the eyes of his captor and saw nothing good. He now knew what he was dealing with. A demon. If ever a creature to exists this thing that had him was a demon he was sure of it. Heero glared fiercely into its eyes and spat in the creatures face.
“Fuck you asshole I’m nobody’s pet!” Heero growled.
The creature let out an inhuman sound of rage before throwing Heero into the opposite wall. Heero gasped in pain as he felt at least seven of his ribs brake.
“I think before the day is over you’ll have a change of heart,” the voice said.
Heero rose up to his knee’s and watched the shadowed figure walk straight through the wall. Then the door opened and in stepped Dr. J with three very intimidating guards.
“Come on now Heero we still need to run some tests,” the doctor said smiling cruelly.
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Duo had been driving around for the past three and a half hours. He had dropped Wufei by HQ so he could do some research there. Wufei would call Duo if something turned up and Duo would go where the Chinese pilot instructed. Everything that had come up so far was a dead end. Duo slammed on the brakes when he thought he saw something run into the church across the street. He thought he saw Heero. Duo jumped out of the car and ran into the church.
“Heero!” Duo called out into the empty cathedral.
“He isn’t here, and may not be anywhere if we don’t hurry,” a voice said.
Duo turned around to see a young man maybe in his early twenty’s, of lean muscular build, with long almost white hair reaching his lower back, and ice blue eyes. His attire consisted of a white tank-top, black dress pants, and a long black trench coat.
“Who the hell are you!” Duo spat.
“I am Angelo, someone who can help you find what your looking for,” Angelo said.
“You know where Heero is. What the hell did you do to him!” Duo raged stalking towards Angelo threateningly.
“We do not have time for this!” Angelo barked.
Duo stopped stalking towards Angelo and stared at him.
“Your friend is about to suffer a fate worse than death. I need your help to save him,” Angelo said urgently.
“I don’t know anything!” Duo shouted.
“The person that has him has somehow prevented me from being able to see where he is. In you I sense a bond that links to him, but I can’t tap into it without your permission,” Angelo said quickly.
“What the fuck are you on man!” Duo shouted disbelievingly.
“You must listen to me! The man that has your friend isn’t even a man! He’s a creature that the monsters in your nightmares fear! If you do not let me tap into the link you share with your friend so I can find him, your friend will not only suffer for how ever much longer he would live, but he will also be condemned to an eternity in hell!” Angelo said urgently.
“Ok, ok, so lets say your not completely off your rocker. What do I have to do to let you tap in to this so called link,” Duo said.
“Just say yes,” Angelo said with a smile.
Duo was pretty much at the end of his rope and would try anything to find at least a clue to where Heero was.
“Yes,” Duo said.
Angelo stepped forward and grabbed Duo’s hand.
“Your gonna have to trust me,” Angelo said before pulling out a knife and slicing open Duo’s palm.
“Are you insane!” Duo screamed trying to pull away.
Angelo held tight and cut his own palm before placing the bleeding palms together. He said something in a language that Duo recognized as Latin and a warm feeling jolted through his body.
“I thank you for your help Duo Maxwell,” Angelo said before running out of the church.
“Hey wait! What about Heero!” Duo shouted and ran after him.
When he got out the door Angelo was nowhere to be seen. He looked down and stared in shock at his palm. The cut was gone.
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Heero was again laying in the floor. He had received at least two hundred lashings with a steel tipped whip that not only cut the skin but bruised it as well.
“Who the fuck uses whips anymore?” Heero cursed trying to sit up.
“Change your mind yet?” the voice asked.
Heero looked over and saw what his captor looked like for the first time. He was about 6/1, maybe in mid-twenties, with shoulder length black hair, and crimson eyes. His attire consisted of a black dress shirt, black dress pants, and a long black trench coat. Heero finally sat up and leaned back against the wall. He let out a hiss of pain, but other than that remained quiet.
“Aww...your angry with me, that’s good. I’m offering you enough power to be the perfect soldier without any effort. All you have to do is say yes,” the man said.
“Well if you put it that way...Hell no! I never wanted to be the perfect fucking soldier! I will die before I ever willingly except such an offer!” Heero shouted.
“Well I have to say I’m disappointed, but who said anything about being a willing worker,” the man said with a smirk.
“What?” Heero asked.
“Well my workers are able to think better for themselves and last longer when they work for me willingly...but I guess you can just become another drone,” the man said taking out a dagger.
Heero tried to move away but his body was weak and in pain.
“I’m going to try one more thing to get you to change your mind,” he said stepping closer.
“Who the fuck are you?” Heero asked.
“Oh the names Lucius,” Lucius said.
Lucius locked Heero in his gaze, and Heero realized that he couldn’t move.
“Either way, live or die, I will have some fun,” Lucius said with a smirk.
Lucius knelt down in front of Heero and grabbed his forearm. He took the dagger and shoved it all the way through the tip of his wrist leaving an inch of the blade sticking out the other side and cut down four inches in a straight line. Heero could do nothing but scream silently sense his vocal chords didn’t seem to work either. Lucius smiled and pulled the dagger out just to position it about an inch and a half down the wrist and cut a horizontal line across two inches. Because the dagger was all the way through his wrist Heero could feel it cut through bone. Lucius then did the same to the other wrist. Heero looked down and noticed the two perfect crucifixes carved into his wrist’s.
“Still resisting...well that’s to bad,” Lucius said cutting his own wrist and tilting Heero’s head back.
Heero tried to spit out the blood that flowed into his mouth, but he was forced to swallow it. Then Lucius dropped him again to the floor.
“I’ll see you in a few hours,” Lucius laughed.
Heero was fading into unconsciousness when he heard someone calling his name.
“Heero! Heero! God please don’t let me be to late!” the voice called.
Then Heero felt himself being lifted into a warm embrace, and everything seemed to shift suddenly out of place.
“Duo?” Heero whispered before he sank into unconsciousness.
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A/N: Yay! Another chapter done!! Please review after you read so I know what you think, I value each and every opinion!! Review!!
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