19-Feb-2001
Hi hi! Here's part 14 -- pretty fast, ne?
I didn't get much C&C on the last one... so I am sad. *sniffle* (Well, actually, I'm greedy... )
But thanks to everyone who wrote me! *hugglehugglehuggle*
*gives everyone huggles and pocky* Usual disclaimers and all that. Enjoy!
The day had started so well, Heero reflected. But it sure went downhill fast. After one hour, fourty-seven minutes, eighteen seconds, the interrogators got tired of beating on him, decided it wasn't working so well anyway, and dumped him in his cell.
The cold metal chilled his skin, causing him to shiver. <cold, so cold...> he curled in on himself, closing his eyes against the pain. <Pain... cold...>
<Hard hands grabbed him, pulling him from the warmth and safety of his mother's embrace, unwillingly. He twisted and struggled, but the men were larger than he was, and there were more of them, all around. The cold air hit him like a shock, and he trembled convulsively, biting his lip to keep from crying out in protest.
"Stamina boosters today-- four injections. Muscle tissue alteration-- six injections. Pupil distillation normal. Check pulse and respiration."
"Good morning, Heero. The shots are going to make you somewhat woozy for a while, but the effects will wear off shortly. You're going into the training room again today."
Heero shuddered, whimpers dying in his throat. <Please, please, leave me alone...>
The needless jabbed him everywhere, chemicals raced through his body, turning his blood to fire. Pain lanced across his nerves, causing him to shudder helplessly. He couldn't scream, or the training would be even worse... <Mother... help...>
Inside the tank, the organism churned restlessly, shooting out pseudopods to strike the glass, enraged screams coming from deep within. Water sloshed, and several of the lab assistants looked nervous.
Dr. J sighed. "Add some sedative to the tank's fluid mixture.">
<All our times have come.... Here but now they're gone...>
<Oh, you are SOO not singing that song. I hate that song, Shini!>
<Seasons don't fear the reaper, Nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain....>
<Yeah, yeah, we can be like they are, shut UP!!> Duo squeezed his eyes shut, vaguely contemplating bashing his head against the wall a few times. Oh, if only he'd never heard that song, that stupid stupid song...
<Don't fear the reaper, Baby take my hand...>
<You can be almost as annoying as I can, you know that? Why can't you ever put that toward something useful, instead of bugging the hell out of me?!>
<Because I want my freedom.>
<Nothing doing, jack.>
Shinigami laughed. <You can't fight me forever. I'll wear you down; I always do.>
<Not this time, you jerk.> Duo glared at the door, as the sounds of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Methodical, orderly footsteps; right on schedule, the guards were changing shifts, so some other loser could watch his door.
<We've got fifteen minutes before the next interrogator shows up.> Shinigami was gloating softly. Duo smacked himself in the face.
<Nice try; when you're in control of the body, it doesn't hurt me.>
<You're such a bitch.>
<But I can be very, very nice... given the proper incentive...> Shini purred, his mental voice wrapping around Duo like velvet. <I can get us out of this cell, past the guards... Rescue Heero, even?>
<Heck no. I don't trust you when you're helpful. I'll just wait for Heero or Odin to show up with a backup plan. Maybe Quatre and Trowa have finished their missions and can come get us.>
<Maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe Quatre and Trowa were killed on their last mission, and Heero's already been beaten to death.>
The mental images struck him-- Sandrock and Heavyarms turned to piles of twisted metal, Quatre and Trowa's bodies scorched and mangled like the wreckage, blood and fluid everywhere.
--Heero's battered body, leaking blood onto the floor...
--Heero hanging limply in the cockpit, blood covering his face and shoulder, so still...
<Gods, was he even breathing? I couldn't tell...> He realized he was hyperventilating, and shoved the images away. Shinigami, unfortunately, provided him with more.
--Heero's broken body, flung at the feet of some nameless guard, who laughed and spit upon the "Gundam Trash" before turning away....
--Heero being forced to the ground, hulking guards surrounding him with dirty leers on their faces, pushing him to his knees....
<NO!!!!!>
End Part 14
(:./madcat/separate14)
