Author's Note: Bah! Long part! Took a while to write -_-; But please! I'm warning you! DON'T READ THIS PART IF YOU ARE TOO SENSITIVE!!!!! It's NOT a deathfic, but still, it is a little disturbing... *goes to hide before readers will kill her*
Crying to the Walls Part 11
"Sir?" Shelly called warily as she knocked on Duo's office door, for the third time. "Sir, are you there?"
There was no answer, and the young woman sighed, shifting a few heavy folders in her hands. "Sir, Manx wanted me to bring you this from the top floor." She listened, waiting for an answer. "Sir?"
But there was nothing to answer her besides the blank stare of the door.
Sighing, she looked down at her watch, seeing that it was nearly twelve o' clock. "Maybe he's out for lunch..." She mumbled and walked away. She stopped for a minute, a frown on her face. She looked over her shoulder, at Duo's office, and her frown deepened, eyes shimmering with worry. "Where are you... Duo?"
* * *
Duo moaned miserably and stirred, fighting to open his eyes. He could feel dry blood cover the left side of his face, making the task more difficult. He tried to reach a hand down to wipe the blood away, but found that he could do no such thing. He frowned, moaning in displeasure, and tried again, putting more force into it.
His movements were followed by the sound of rattling chains, and Duo's eyes snapped open, looking around in shock. He moved his aching head up, and saw the source of the metallic noise.
He was tied up to a set of chains, which were dangling down of the ceiling. His arms were stretched high above his head, held by the metallic restrains, while his feet dangled a few centimeters above the floor.
He looked down, wincing at the pain it caused, and saw that his shirt had been taken off, and he is bear foot. He frowned, his numb mind trying to figure how he had gotten to this position.
Something cold and metallic touched his neck, and Duo flinched, head jerking up.
"Awake already?" A deep and low voice snarled in amusement, and the cold metal was pressed deeper into Duo's neck. "What a pity." The voice continued, and Duo winced as his skin broke, blood trickling down the small cut. "I was hoping for a few more hours with my lover..."
Duo's head snapped up, eyes wide. He looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on the large bed in the center of the bedroom. Their bedroom.
Heero was lying in the center of the bed, apparently unconscious. His legs were spread wide apart, each one of his frail ankles chained to the corners of the bed. His arms were lifted high above his head, handcuffs holding them still, chained to the headboard.
He gasped and struggled in his restrains, trying to free himself. "HEERO!" He called, yanking at the chains. "Heero! GOD DAMN YOU JOHNSON! LET HIM GO!"
"Now why would I do that?" The man asked in amusement, and Duo's eyes flashed with anger.
He felt the man move behind him, pressing the knife closer to his neck. He leaned his head back a little, trying to escape the blade, and found himself leaning against Johnson's body. He growled in anger, pulling at his chains. "I'll kill you! I swear to God I will! Let Heero go!"
Again the man laughed darkly, moving closer to the braided boy. He brought the hand with the knife over Duo's shoulder, hugging his neck and pressing the sharp blade against the white skin. He felt the boy's body tense at the cold touch and chuckled to himself.
"You're almost as fun as he is..." He mumbled, leaning his head to rest on Duo's shoulder.
Duo's eyes widened.
"You smell like him too..." The man whispered, brining two hands around Duo's waist, pulling him closer into his hold.
Duo wriggled in the man's hold, pulling the chains as hard as he could. But it was no use.
"Your scent..." The man murmured softly, nuzzling his face in Duo's neck. "...it's sweet, almost like his..." He slowly brought the knife back to the firm neck; using the sharp blade to wipe some blood off the wound he had cause. "Why is that..?" He continued, rocking the boy from side to side, while brining the knife up to his own mouth. He licked the crimson blood off the blade, eyes glistering with a mad gleam. "Is it because YOU SPENT THE NIGHT WITH HIM?!?!?"
"URGH!" Duo winced in pain as Johnson pressed the knife deeper into his neck. He panted, trying to control the pain as he felt the blade cut his skin, making a large, but yet shallow, cut on his neck. He shut his eyes tight in pain, feeling the blood flow out of the open wound.
"J-Johnson... you... sick... bastard..." He breathed, looking at Heero's sleeping form through half lidded eyes.
The man just snorted, and tightened his hold around Duo's waist. "A sick bastard? Me?! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME!!!"
"URGHHH!!!" Duo cried as the man kicked him forcefully from behind.
"WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO TAKE WHAT IS MINE?! NO ONE TAKES WHAT IS MINE! NO ONE!"
"HEERO'S NOT YOURS!!!!!" Duo shouted back, ignoring the pain and the throbbing of his neck.
"Ahhhh..." A weak moan cut through the sudden silence of the room, and both men looked up at the bed.
Duo closed his eyes sadly.
Johnson smiled darkly.
* * ** * *
"And he's not in his office?"
"No, ma'am. He's nowhere in the building." Shelly confirmed, shifting uncomfortably from side to side. "He's not answering at home either."
Sitting behind her desk, Une frowned, placing her pen down. "Did you check if he's on assignment?" She asked, turning to her computer. She typed a few things quickly.
"No ma'am. But I am pretty certain that he isn't."
"Well, there's nothing on my files either, but you know Maxwell, he might have ran off without filing his paperwork." She sighed and turned back to face the girl. "Why won't you leave the files at Yuy's office? As far as I know, his resignation isn't valid until Friday." Une suggested and prepared to get back to her work. "Then go down to section six, try to find out where Maxwell ran off to."
Shelly swallowed, bowing her head sorrowfully. "That's the thing, ma'am. A.D Yuy is also missing..."
* * *
Slowly, Heero began to wake up, his numb mind struggling for consciousness. He moaned a little, turning his head aside, trying to clear the fog that covered his hazed mind. He felt ill, nauseous; a feeling he knew was caused from being drugged. But who would drug him? What happened to him? Where was Duo?
"Good morning, Hure..."
At the sound of Johnson's voice, Heero's eyes shot open, and he gasped. His wide blue eyes scanned the room quickly; dread reflecting in the dark-blue orbs. He gasped when he saw that awfully familiar face invade his line of sight. And that smirk... those mocking eyes... those hurting lips... They were all looking down at him in a sickening expression.
"J-J-Johnson..." He croaked feebly, trying to move his hands. The rattling of chains soon followed and Heero's eyes darted up, at the direction of the headboard. He couldn't see his hands, but he could feel his wrist throb under the tight restrains.
Whimpering, Heero closed his eyes and turned his head away. "Duo? A... a dream..?"
"No, Hure. Not a dream." Johnson's low voice snarled, and Heero tensed as he felt the man run his hands down his body, sneaking underneath his shirt. "Soon you will come to know how REAL this dream is, Hure..."
A weak cough was heard from somewhere back, and then: "...Heero..."
Heero's eyes snapped open.
"Duo!"
Johnson chuckled darkly, moving away from the bed. "Yes, Duo. Your precious little Duo..." He snarled, slowly approaching the braided boy. "How you've missed him..." He continued mockingly, brining his knife out.
Heero's eyes widened.
"It was always 'Duo this' and 'Duo that'..." The man continued, coming to stand behind Duo. "You were always thinking about him..." Johnson sighed dramatically, brining the knife up to the boy's neck. "Always dreaming about him..."
Duo growled.
The knife came closer.
"And never about me..."
"Duo!" Heero called with all the strength he could gather, trying to raise himself off the bed. He gasped as he found that he could not move his legs. They were tied up as well.
Johnson chuckled. "Always the frisky one, aren't you?" He turned to face the struggling boy on the bed, a mad gleam in his eyes. "Did you miss your little play things?"
"JOHNSON!!!" Duo suddenly called, trashing wildly in his restrains. He growled and cursed in frustration as he found that the cuffs didn't even creak under his assault.
And Johnson laughed on. "Ooh... did Heero forget to tell you about his play things?" He asked, shifting the knife up and down Duo's neck, as if caressing the tender skin. "Did he not tell you how much he enjoyed his GUNDANIUM toys?"
Duo's eyes widened. "Gundanium?!"
On the bed, Heero had ceased struggling, tears filling his eyes. "Duo..." He whispered brokenly, the pearly tears sliding slowly down his pained features. "I'm sorry..."
Again Johnson chuckled as if it was a joke Heero was telling. "Sorry? Why should you be sorry? You wanted Duo, didn't you? And here he is!" The man continued madly, slowly wiping the blood with the sharp blade. He reached up, smearing the crimson fluid on Duo's cheek. "Just like you wanted..." He whispered, his eyes not leaving Heero's as he smeared Duo's blood on the boy's features. "And you say that I never do anything for you..." He whined with a mock-pout, his eyes gleaming madly. "I do it all for you. Can't you see it Blume? I do it for you... cuz you're mine..."
* * *
"What do you mean he's not here either?!" Une burst, jumping out of her chair. "I made it PERFECTLY clear that he's supposed to be here until the end of the month! Where are those two when you need them!? I can't believe this!" She raged, picking up her phone.
Shelly bowed her head, trying to remain calm under Une's anger, which was never an easy thing.
"Section six main office. How may I direct your--"
"Patch me through to surveillance!" Une cut the woman off, her voice pissed.
"Just a moment please."
Une rolled her eyes, her fingers drumming impatiently on her desk.
"I'm sorry, but Fritz Johnson is not here right now. Should I direct you to the second offi--"
"ARGH!" Une called, slamming the phone down. "WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE?!?!?!"
* * *
"D-Duo..." Heero called, closing his eyes slowly. He let the tears flow down freely, helpless in his restrains. "I'm so sorry Duo..." He shook his head from side to side, whimpering silently. "D-Don't hurt him... please don't hurt him..."
"Johnson." Duo's voice sounded cold and composed, his violet eyes deadly and serious. "Let. Him. Go."
The German chuckled. "You seem to forget who's holding the knife here."
Duo grinded his teeth as he felt the blade tease his skin once more, tracing his features, leaving bloody marks behind it. "Let. Him. Go!"
"J-Johnny..." Heero pleaded, watching the man with tearful eyes. "No... don't... please..." He tried to reach out a hand towards him, but was reminded of the handcuffs once again. "Please don't..."
"Oh? Don't what?" Johnson asked dumbly, raising an eyebrow. "Don't do... THIS?" And he sunk the blade into Duo's left cheek.
The braided boy choked out a small cry of pain, biting his lower lips to keep himself from shouting.
"No! Please!" Heero called, trying to get up, but ending up slumped on the bed. He coughed weakly. "Please... don't hurt... don't hurt Duo..."
"Oh, so now you're telling me what to do?!" The man called angrily, shifting the knife back to Duo's neck.
"NO!" Heero cried, panicked. "No! I'm not... I'm not saying anything... please... just... just come to me..." He begged, looking up at Johnson with pleading eyes. He parted his legs even more if humanly possible, lifting his hips up teasingly. "Please... just come to me... leave Duo alone... come to me..."
A wicked smile touched the man's lips, his eyes flashing darkly as he eyed the boy's rocking hips. He licked his lower lips slowly, his breath shortening. "You want me to come over?" He asked huskily.
"Yes... yes... please come..." Heero begged, tears still sliding down his face. He locked his gaze with Johnson's, his eyes suddenly devoid of fear, plea and dread. He looked bravely into the man's eyes, his gaze numb and empty; silently inviting the man to come and do as he pleased.
Johnson's smile grew, and he chuckled to himself. "Humph! All right, Hure, I'll come." He said, releasing his hold around Duo's neck.
"Heero- no!" Duo called and then yanked at his chains again. "It's not worth it! Please! Heero!" He trashed left and right, tears of frustration filling his amethyst eyes. He could hear Johnson laugh from behind, and he closed his eyes, whimpering in frustration. "Johnson! Don't you dare touch him! Don't you dare!" He shouted over and over, even though he knew he was helpless.
Heero saw the man eye his love with annoyance, and decided to act quickly. "Johnny!" He called as hard as he could. "I want you to come! Johnny!"
"Oh? You want me to come?" The man snarled, taking a step away from Duo, but still standing behind him. He lifted the knife, the blade reflecting in his sinister eyes. "Oh, I'll come alright..." He chuckled, his other hand flying towards Duo's head.
"URGH!" Duo choked out as his head was flung backwards, Johnson's hand holding him by the root of his braid, pulling his head back forcefully.
"I'll come..." The man mumbled, leaning down to look at Duo's face. He smirked as he saw those bloodied features were covered with pain. Both physical and emotional.
He raised the knife up, tightening his fists around Duo's hair. "I'll come and teach you a lesson..." He whispered in a sick voice, looking mockingly into Duo's half lidded eyes. "I'll teach you BOTH a lesson!"
And the knife descended.
A loud whooshing sound was heard.
"URGHHHHH!!!!!"
And then, silence.
For a few long moments, all Heero could do was stare.
Wide blue eyes, glazed over with pain and tears.
And then finally, this force, powerful and overwhelming, burst from deep inside of him:
"IIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
* * *
"It's just so weird." Shelly sighed, putting the thick folders on the table as she sat down. "How can they all disappear like that?" She continued, looking up at her friend.
Her friend, an older secretary, shrugged and opened her bag of ketchup. "Don't look at me, I'm stuck down in section five all day. I even forgot how the skies look like..." She snarled, pouring the red sauce over her large plate of fries.
Shelly sighed and leaned one elbow on the table, deep in thought. "It was always so weird between them..." She mumbled in thought, ignoring her own lunch, which was set on the table.
"Are you gonna eat that?" Her friend asked dryly, pointing at her meal.
"Huh? Oh, no." Shelly mumbled, and sunk back into her musings. "I mean, I always knew of the rumors, and I had no problem with it. I'm almost sure that they were true... as much as it hurts to admit it..."
"I never understood what you saw in him anyway." Her friend commented matter-of-factly, taking the salad out of Shelly's meal and taking the burger to herself.
The young woman sighed, looking down at the folders. "Well, he was always so willing to help, and he always smiled when I came to his office. I just wish that... that he would have smiled at me the way he smiled at him..."
Her friend looked up at her, but didn't lift her face from her plate. "Are you even listening to yourself? You sound like a love sick teenager!"
Again the girl sighed. "I know... But... but I was happy for them. They're a great couple... He's always so happy..."
"You'll be happy too if you were dating the A.D, honey." Her friend snarled, adding TONS of chili sauce to her meal.
Shelly ignored her, her fingers playing with the tip of the folders. She smiled to herself. "I made it a hobby to listen to them when they were on the phone. It warmed my heart... they love each other so much..."
"Loved, honey. You mean loved." Her friend reminded her, picking up the burger she had made herself. "Things like this don't last long." She continued as she took a large bite of her meal. "Just like with me and my third, no- fourth - husband..." She added with her mouth full of food. She rolled her eyes. "That jerk! Treated me like a God damned toy, I tell ya!" She reached to add more chili to her fat saturated meal.
"No... I don't think it's over. Not what those two have between them..." She turned to her friend, smiling. "I believe in them, and I believe in love."
"Chk!" Her friend snorted, rolling her eyes. "Girl, you won't be believing in love after you were married to one Fritz Johnson!" She snarled, and reached to drink form her diet coke. "Fucking jerk..."
Shelly sighed and her face fell downcast. "Maybe I'm too naïve..." She thought out loud, shrugging. "But I'll believe in th--"
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she jumped out of her seat. "I'll be right back!" She hurried to say, already running out of the cafeteria.
Her friend raised her eyebrow, but then shrugged. She reached back to her diet cola, shaking her head as she drank. "Fucking jerk..."
* * *
"NO! NO! NOOO! YOU JERK! YOU FUCKING JERK! WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!?" Heero cried over and over, shaking his head frantically from side to side.
In the other side of the room, Johnson smirked. He shifted the knife in his hold, casting a blinding ray of light on the limp body that hung before him.
Heero panted wildly, his shocked blue eyes still gaping at the sight before him.
Still held up from the ceiling, Duo's body hung limp and lifeless, his head hanging low, chin to chest, his legs dangling lifelessly from side to side. Tears and blood were running down his pale cheeks, his eyes closed and his expression forlorn.
Behind him, still smirking, was Johnson. In one hand he was holding his knife, in the other, he was holding Duo's braid.
The lush and beautiful chestnut braid was violently ripped off its owner, leaving the once braided boy's face gray with sickness and shock.
"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT?! HOW DARE YOU!?!?" Heero screamed, trashing wildly on the bed. "How dare you..?" He cried, his tears running freely. "How dare you..."
From behind a hazy cloud of shock, Duo could hear Heero's cries. He knew that he should wake up, should snap out of, should go and try to help his love, but he could do no such thing. It was this cold feeling that spread inside of him, preventing him from overcoming what had happened.
His hair.
Johnson cut his hair.
He always had his hair... it was a constant in a world of chaos... a friend in a time of loneliness... a comfort at a time of need...
It was his, and now that man took it away.
Just like he took Heero.
He took everything.
Everything he ever loved and cherished.
"...Duo... please!"
Heero...
He was crying... his love was crying, calling him, pleading him...
"Duo!!!!!"
Heero... no... don't cry...
"...URGH! Please!"
Heero...
"SHUT UP!"
"URGH!"
Heero!
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
"URGH! URGH! URGH! DUO!!!"
HEERO!
Violet eyes shot open.
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! DUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Duo's head snapped up.
"HEERO!"
"DUO!" Heero's tear-choked voice called, and then there was another sound, louder and harder.
CRACK!
The sound of a whip.
"HEERO!" Duo screamed, yanking at his chains with a newfound power. "HEEEEEROOOOO!!!!"
CRACK!
"URGH!"
"HEERO!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP MAXWELL!!!!" Johnson's voice yelled, as he raised the whip back up in the air.
Duo's eyes widened.
It was no whip.
It was his hair.
CRACK!
"URGHHHHH!!!!"
"JOHNSON YOU FREAK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!?"
CRACK!
"URGHHHHH!!!!!" On the bed, Heero trashed and squirmed in pain. He cried and he sobbed as thousands of thin and sharp hairs crashed onto his skin, breaking the tender flesh with a thousand and one small whips. Blood trickled from the various cuts and hair-thin slashes, soaking the white bed with crimson fluid.
"JOHNSOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!"
CRACK!
"STOOOOP IIIIIT!!!!"
CRACK!
"THERE'S GONNA BE MORE FOR EACH WORD THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH MAXWELL!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"URGHHH!!! D-D-Duo..."
CRACK!
"AHHHHHH!!!!!" Heero's screams were getting louder and louder, his voice hoarse from shouting. Tears and blood mixed on his pale features, his eyes shut tight in torment.
CRACK!
More of the thin chestnut hairs descended on his abdomen, and he screamed, body jerking up in pain. Thousands of long and thin cuts appeared on his body, ranging everywhere, from his feet and to his neck. There wasn't a hair-thin spot on his body that wasn't covered with bloody cut and gashes, his clothes long torn and shredded.
"D-Duo..." He cried feebly, looking up at his love. "...h...e...l...p..."
"YOU TOO HURE! NOT A WORD!" Johnson shouted, lifting the blood soaked braid up in the air.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Duo screamed, struggling wildly in his chains. But it did little good. "Johnson! Stop it! PLEASE!"
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
"YOU JUST KEEP TALKING MAXWELL!"
CRACK!
"PLEASE! JOHNSON! I'M BEGGING YOU! STOP HURTING HIM!!!! PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!!"
By now, Heero had run out of the strength to cry out. He lay there, helpless, as the whip descended over and over on his frail body. He cried and he sobbed and he howled in pain. He called his lover's name over and over, merely breathless whispers that escaped his lips.
But there was no help and there was no one who could stop the pain.
In his imprisonment, Duo could do nothing but be there and watch, tearful violet eyes full of shock and pain. He kept his mouth shut, not wanting to say anything that will bring Heero more pain. As Heero's screams and pleas became more desperate and pathetic, Duo closed his eyes and looked away, unable to take anymore of this. He let his head drop limply down, his eyes closed, tears still flowing out.
"Please... let him go... please... I'll do anything... anything... please..."
But the hair-made whip kept descending forcefully down.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
On the bed, Heero fell silent, unable to call out anymore. He continued lying their motionlessly, receiving the blows.
"I'LL SHOW YOU TO WHOM YOU BELONG HURE! I'LL SHOW YOU!" Johnson screamed as he kept hitting the boy, swinging Duo's braid up in the air, only to whack the boy on the bed once again. The only sound in the room was the whooshing of the air and the whipping of the hair against injured flesh.
After some time Johnson jumped up on the bed, still holding the blood-soaked braid in his hand. He climbed between Heero's feet, an evil grin on his face. "I'll show you, Hure..." He rasped as he unbuckled his pants. "I'll teach you so you won't forget..."
Heero swallowed, licking his cracked lips in thirst. He forced his eyes to flutter open, and looked up at Johnson with half lidded and pained cobalt eyes.
The man's grin turned more sinister. Darker.
He positioned himself between Heero's wide-open legs, his large erection dripping with an aching need.
Duo's head shot up.
Johnson smirked, grabbing the boy forcefully by his hips.
"I'LL TEACH YOU SO YOU'LL NEVER FORGET!!!!"
Duo's eyes widened.
Johnson moved.
Heero screamed.
* * *
Looking around hesitantly, Shelly marched towards Johnson's desk, located at a small and cramped office in section six. She closed the door behind her, locking it, and took a deep breath before continuing. Once she arrived to the crowded desk, full of papers and such, she took another deep breath.
"Well, here goes nothing..." She whispered to herself, reaching a slightly trembling hand towards the large mountains of paper work. She flipped through long pages of surveillance reports, recon mission reports and such. After some time, she just sat down on the creaking chair and began reading through the folders one by one.
She read for about half an hour, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Giving up on the papers, she turned to the small computer. She frowned as she saw that a password was needed in order to get into Johnson's system.
"Damn it." She cursed silently. "Me and computers don't get along..." She muttered, remembering all of the times she had to call for Heero's or Duo's help with the computer system on the tenth floor. She always seemed to forget the codes, or they suddenly changed by themselves. She also would lose a lot of files and information would just DISAPPEAR or get lost in the system.
"We DEFINETLY don't get along..." She sighed but turned to the keyboard anyway. A small frown appeared on her young features as she tried to remember how A.D Yuy or Maxwell would hack into the system and change the codes she lost. She could actually see Heero's hands fly over the keyboard, like an old ghost. She smiled to herself, remembering.
It wasn't long before her hands were dancing over the keyboard, mimicking Heero's. She hacked the system in no time.
"Hmmm. Maybe I'm having a little luck today..." She smiled to herself and began searching the different hard drives.
But no luck there either.
Nearly giving up, Shelly sighed and got up. She looked down at the desk thoughtfully, trying to see if she was missing something. Her eyes settled on a small-framed picture lying face down on the desk, buried under the mountain of papers. She reached down to retrieve it.
Her eyes widened briefly as she recognized the person in the photo. It was Heero. She studied the photo with a confused frown, flipping it from side to side.
"Why would Johnson have a picture of Hee..." She gasped as realization hit her.
//"I was wondering, if you could give it to him, at home. I heard you once on the phone. I gather that you live together, right?"
"Not anymore."//
The bitterness in Duo's voice! How could she have missed that?!
"Oh God..." She let out in horror, looking down at the photo. Her frown deepened as she saw that in the photo, Heero was smiling. Was he happy? Happy with Johnson?
"But what about... what about Duo?" She asked the Photo-Heero, her voice sad and heartbroken. "I thought..."
But then she saw that Heero was standing next to someone, the person's hand around Heero's waist. But the figure's head was painted over with black. Her frown reappeared. She recognized the figure. The long chestnut braid was enough to give him away.
The photo slipped from her hands and fell to the floor, breaking.
Shelly forced herself to breath, too shocked to move. She looked down at the broken photo, her gaze numb with shock. But then she saw it.
A single diskette was peeking from behind the photo, hidden inside the frame. She slowly bent down to pick it up, flipping it from side to side.
Without second thought, she ran over to the computer and shoved the diskette in.
Her fingers ran across the keyboard, as fast as lightening.
The data rolled over the screen, reflecting in her young eyes.
Her eyes widened.
And she gasped.
"OH GOD!"
* * *
"JOHNSON!"
"URGH!"
"JOHNSOOOOOON!!!!!"
"URGHHHHHHH! URGHHHHHH!!! DUUUUUOOOOO!"
"YOU GOD DAMNED MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU LET HIM GO! NOW! LET HIM GO NOW! YOU ASSHOLE! LET HIM GO! LET MY LOVER GO!!!!!"
"SHUT UP - MAXWELL!"
"URGHHHHH!"
Between a screen of tears and fear, Heero turned his head away from the large man rocking inside of him. His numb gaze locked on Duo's nightstand, watching the framed photo that lay there. He too had a photo similar to that one, but Johnson took it away. He took everything away. He took away the smile from the picture. He took away the happiness shown in the picture. He took Duo away.
Slowly, Heero turned his head, now facing Duo. The boy was hanging helplessly from the ceiling, his head dangling limply down, and he was sobbing brokenly.
The pain in his body could not be compared to the pain in his heart. No. Johnson's abuse was nothing compared to the sight of Duo crying. Duo never cries. He never cries. He only smiles... his smile is the one that always lights up the room... but his tears... they hurt so much more than Johnson's movements inside of him.
Fresh tears filled Heero's already tearful eyes. Johnson's movements became nothing but a dull and distant ache. The bleeding in his heart overcame the bleeding of his torn flesh. But he had run out of the strength to cry. He shed silent tears, watching his helpless lover crying brokenly.
"Duo..." He whispered, his voice barely heard over Johnson's cries of pleasure.
"Duo..." He cried silently, closing his eyes and turning his head away. "I'm so sorry..."
"OH GOD HURE! OH GOD!" Johnson cried and began to rock faster, harder, driving the Japanese boy into the headboard.
"D-Duo..." Heero choked out, swallowing a cry of pain as Johnson drove even deeper inside of him, his hands descending forcefully all over his body as he approached his climax.
"HURE!!! GODS!!!! HUREEEEE!!!!!"
Heero whimpered, biting his lower lip in pain.
The bed squeaked and creaked under the forceful thrusts.
Harsh panting filled the room.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh.
And Duo's crying.
"Heero... oh God... Heero... Heero..." After hours of begging and pleading Johnson to stop, Duo had run out of coherent words. He mumbled and wept Heero's name over and over, murmuring and sobbing a thousand and one useless apologies.
Dull cobalt eyes slowly opened, glazed over with pain and tears. Heero blinked a few times, suddenly feeling as if everything was about to collapse into itself, threatening to fill his world with darkness. He locked his gaze on the only thing he could bear to look at.
Their picture.
He focused his gaze on Duo's smiling face, and his own lips twisted up in a small smile.
"I'm sorry... so sorry..." Duo's voice whispered brokenly, choked on tears and hurting.
Johnson growled and shifted position, burying himself to a hilt inside of his reluctant lover. He continued rocking, faster and wilder, his nails digging into Heero's flesh.
The Japanese boy winced in pain, and returned his attention to the picture. To Duo's smiling face. Those smiling features that never let him down. Never. Always kind and smiling and cheerful. Always.
He turned his gaze towards the figure hanging from the ceiling, and his eyes narrowed in pain. Duo wasn't laughing. He wasn't smiling. He couldn't remember the last time he had smiled happily at him... without tears or sorrow or regret in his eyes... He was crying now, sobbing so hard that his body was quaking. Making the chains rattle...
Heero's head shot up and he looked at the direction of the photo. His face covered with determination, his eyes narrowing in pure rage and anger.
He yanked at his restrains.
Johnson continued rocking, thrusting in and out of his body and shouting in pleasure.
"ALWAYS MINE, HURE! ALWAYS MINE!"
Heero's eyes flashed angrily, and he gave the handcuffs another pull.
"NO ONE WILL TAKE YOU AWAY! NO ONE!!!!" Johnson continued yelling. "NO OOOOONNNNEEEEE!!!!!"
He pulled the chains harder.
His eyes were fixed on the picture all along, studying every inch of Duo's face, his body, the hand that was wrapped around his waist, the gentle fingers softly touching him. That wonderful hair he loved to play with... to run his fingers through... to brush and braid and tousle softly when Duo was asleep...
But now it was gone.
He pulled harder.
"J-Johnson... please..." Duo's voice, more desperate than ever.
Tearful amethyst eyes looking up pleadingly.
He yanked harder.
The once beaming face, sickly colored and covered with blood. Soaked with tears. Washed over with pain and frailty.
He pulled harder.
The metal began to creak.
And Johnson... he did all this... did this to Duo!
The metal began to twist, the chains beginning to give way.
He promised he would never kill again... he didn't want to kill anymore... no one deserved to die... no one... No one but Johnson!
Heero grinded his teeth, pouring all of his rage and energy into the effort.
And the metal caved, slowly, twisting and turning under the assault.
Heero closed his eyes tight, biting his lower lip until he drew blood. He panted hard, his breath frantic, his face turning red from the effort.
Duo's sobbing, Johnson shouting, the rush of blood in his ears, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and his own panting, they were all getting overwhelmingly loud. They grew louder and louder, faster and deafening.
Flesh against flesh.
A sob after sob.
A thrust after thrust.
A shout after shout.
The rushing of blood and the beating of his heart.
One beat.
Two beats.
The handcuffs began to crumble.
Three beats.
Four.
And then a loud CRACK!
The snapping of metal and Heero's cry of pain.
"JOHHHHHHHNNNNNSOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!"
He flung his hands high in the air, two wrists still clad in the Gundanium cuffs. The chain was broken though, twisted sharply at the edge of each cuff.
"LET ME GOOOOOO!!!!!!!" He screamed, throwing his hands down at the man's body.
Flesh ripped and tore, the so-called unbreakable metal entering the sweaty flesh in one, quick, thrust. Blood gashed out of the wounds, and Johnson screamed.
"HURE! I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
"No! No! NOOO!!!" Heero cried, withdrawing his hands only to stab the man again and again. Blood splattered all over the bed and on Heero's face, hands and body. But he kept on stabbing. "TEME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE
YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!" He cried with each hit, digging the torn chains deep into the man's chest, feeling them brush against the ribs and puncture the lungs.
Johnson gasped, coughing out blood. "Wh---y you..!" He choked, raising his hands up to hit Heero.
"NO! NOT ANYMORE! NO!!!" The boy screamed hysterically, swinging his hands up to Johnson's head. He hit him hard on the temples, impaling his skull with the sharp metal.
With a choked cry, the German collapsed on the bed.
In the other side of the room, Duo watched, his gaze stunned and his face drained of color. He watched in horror as Heero kept hitting the man, long after he had collapsed down on Heero's body.
"I'M NOT YOURS!" Heero screamed as he punched the man's back, the sharp end of the chains digging into the caving flesh. "I! AM! NOT! YOURS!" He called with every punch, blood shooting out of ugly wounds, staining Heero's hands. "NOT! YOURS! NOT! YOURS! NOT! YOURS!
NOTYOURSNOTYOURSNOTYOURSNOTYOURSNOTYOURS!!!!!"
"HEERO!" Duo screamed, trying to get the boy's attention. "HEERO! STOP IT! STOP IT!"
As much as he wanted to see that man dead, he couldn't bear to see Heero like this. So overwhelmed with rage and hatred, as if possessed by the devil. His screams hysterical and his eyes as wild as an animal. This was not the Heero he knew. Even when they were fighting, back in the war, Heero was never like that. Not ever. And it hurt to see his usually kind and caring lover act like that, brutally killing someone in cold blood.
"HEERO! THAT'S ENOUGH! HE CAN'T HURT YOU ANYMORE! STOP IT! PLEASE!" He begged voice hoarse from crying and shouting so much.
But the boy wouldn't stop, crying uncontrollably as his hands descended down on the motionless body.
Duo closed his eyes and looked away, unable to bear anymore of this bloody sight. "HEEROOOOO!!!!! PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!"
And then, suddenly, there was silence.
Duo looked up, peeking from behind messy and blood soaked bangs.
Heero was now lying motionless, his arms lying limply at the sides of his body, his glazed eyes looking numbly at the ceiling.
Duo closed his eyes, and sighed in relief.
"Heero..."
The boy didn't answer, and the silence grew longer.
Time stretched endlessly, frozen in a single moment of silence.
The only sound in the room was Heero's labored breaths, as glazed cobalt eyes stared numbly at the ceiling.
Duo sighed and looked away, closing his eyes and letting his head drop limply down.
There was nothing. Nothing. Just this horrible, thick and suffocating, silence.
* * *
A soft knock was heard on Une's door.
"Ma'am?" Shelly's voice came from behind the door, and Une looked up from her work.
"Come in!" She called, watching the door impatiently as it slowly opened and the young secretary walked into the room. "What is it? Did you find them?"
"Well, I'm not sure, but I have a lead."
"A lead?" Une raised an eyebrow, turning to face the girl completely.
"Hm hmm." Shelly confirmed, nodding her head. "Concerning our three missing persons."
"Three missing persons? Why three?" Une asked, confused.
Shelly came to stand in front of her desk, looking her superior right in the eye. "Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell and Fritz Johnson."
Une raised another eyebrow in question.
Shelly set down a thin folder on her desk. "I made a list. I think you might find it interesting."
Baffled, Une looked at the young secretary, and then down at the folder. Still a little bewildered, she reached for the folder and opened it.
"What have you got for me?"
"Well," Shelly began, slowly sitting down. "I was trying to look for, uh..." She stopped herself and shook her head. "Well, I'll be blunt. I had a bad feeling about Johnson, so I went to check him out."
Une looked at her, eyes serious. She held the young woman's gaze for a while, and then nodded. "Go on."
"Well," Shelly continued, watching Une carefully as she leafed through the folder. "I went to his office, to see if I can find anything. And I think I found a little more than I expected to."
Une nodded, her eyes studying the printouts inside the folder. "These are the mainframe's system codes." She stated, looking up at Shelly.
The girl hurried to nod her head. "Yes. I've been having troubles with the computer system for quite some time now. Things somehow got lost, codes changed or even vanish."
"Johnson?" Une asked, raising an eyebrow. She scanned a few more pages. "These are the Esca and the Anataxia cases!" She called, startled. "I almost fired Eric Roboss because he couldn't find these files!" She exclaimed, leafing through more printouts. "And the hostage situation two moths ago! Oh God!"
Shelly ducked her head between her shoulders, an instinct when it came to being near an angry Une.
"We had a rat here all along!" Une shouted, punching her desk. "God damn it! How could he get NEAR those files?!"
Shelly swallowed and looked up at her boss. "That's the other thing I'm here to talk to you about..." She began, handing the woman the photo she found in Johnson's office.
Une took the picture with a confused expression, but the minute she saw it, her eyes widened and she jumped out of her chair. "Get Pring, Dale and Manx in here- NOW!"
* * *
"Duo?"
Heero's silent voice broke the silence of the room.
Slowly, Duo looked up, searching for Heero's blue eyes. But the boy was still staring numbly at the ceiling. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to sound composed. "Yes, Heero?"
"He cut your hair."
It was an odd statement, given in a weak but yet neutral voice. A voice dull and devoid of any emotion. Like he was commenting about the weather.
"I know Heero." Duo answered slowly, thinking well before he said anything else. Heero was obviously in a state of shock, and he didn't want to make it worse. "Don't worry. It will grow back."
He looked up at Heero, waiting for ANY kind of reaction from the boy.
But Heero kept laying motionless, Johnson's unconscious body sprawled above him, blood running out of open wounds, and down to the bed.
Duo was beginning to think that Heero had passed out, until he heard that soft voice call his name again.
"Duo?"
He swallowed, slowly looking up again. "Yes?"
More silence, and then:
"I can't get him out."
Duo winced, his heart clenching painfully. He looked at Heero, tears in his eyes and nothing to say.
"Get him out, Duo..." Heero whispered, his calm voice leaning towards panic. "Please get him out... get him out of me..." He begged, his breath quickening as the sobs returned.
Duo winced again, unable to do anything to help. He could do nothing but watch. Watch and try to comfort. "Heero, it's okay. Calm down. It's gonna be ok-"
"Get him out, Duo!" Heero suddenly burst, thrashing from side to side, trying to push the bigger man off of him. "Out! I want him out... Get him out of me Duo! GET HIM OUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!" Heero screamed, getting hysterical. He could feel Johnson's penis pulse inside of him, blood and semen sipping into him, tainting him... the weight of the large man suffocating him.
"DUOOOOO!!!! I WANT HIM OUT!!!! GET HIM OUT!!!! PLEASE DUO!!!! OUUUUUUTTTTTT!!!!!!"
"Heero..." Duo called, trying to reach to Heero, to break through the hysteria that took over the boy. "Heero, please..."
"NO! NO! GET OUT! GET OUT OF ME! GET OUT!!!!" Heero cried over and over, trying to push the large man off of him, trashing left and right on the bed, trying to get the man out of him.
Suddenly, a loud sound was heard from the living room, like a crashing of a large wooded board.
Then there were at least a dozen of running footsteps, and the cocking of guns.
"FREEZE! PREVENTERS! NOBODY MOVE!!!"
A small smile touched Duo's lips, and Heero fell silent.
The footsteps came closer to the bedroom.
"FREEZE!"
Duo allowed himself to smile a little, and let his head fall limply down in relief. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily, tears flowing freely.
"DALE! PRING! GET THOSE TWO OUT OF THERE!"
* * *
Sitting in a dim hospital room, seemed to be the only thing he got to do lately, Duo mused bitterly as he shifted in the uncomfortable chair. He was sitting in that damn chair for nearly a day now, waiting for his love to wake up. He kept watching his sleeping angel, guarding his sleep from any harm.
Heero's face was still covered with bruises, his body wrapped in bandages and both his hands in casts. He had lost quite a large amount of blood, and so a blood transfusion and an IV were connected to both his thin and pale arms.
Duo sighed, slowly bending down to stroke Heero's soft chocolate-brown hair, moving a few stray bangs out of the boy's eyes. He smiled when he saw Heero respond to his touch, something that never happened before now. His smile grew as Heero stirred a little, moaning silently.
Cobalt blue eyes fluttered slowly open, and the Japanese boy blinked a few times before becoming fully awake.
Duo smiled down at his love, softly petting his hair. "Hey." He whispered with a joyful smile, happy to be looking into those eyes again.
Heero remained silent, looking up into Duo's eyes. Violet looked and blue, and blue at violet for the longest of time. The ticking of the clock seemed to stop as both young men allowed themselves to be absorbed in this single moment in time.
Finally, after a silent eternity, Heero suddenly closed his eyes.
"Is... he... out?"
This time, Duo didn't wince at the unexpected question. He kept petting Heero's hair softly, reaching his other hand to take Heero's hand in his. "Yes, Heero. He's out."
Heero nodded his head weakly, eyes still closed. He was silent for a while longer. He licked his lower lip in thirst, and Duo hurried to serve some water to the cracked and swollen lips. Heero gulped the cool liquid hungrily, and Duo helped him settle back into the cushions.
"Did I kill him?" Heero suddenly asked, opening his eyes and looking up at Duo.
Somehow managing to keep his face straight, Duo shook his head. "No."
Again Heero nodded slightly, closing his eyes. "...good."
Duo sighed, squeezing Heero's hand tightly. "He's in surgery, and then off to jail. You won't be seeing him ever again."
Heero ignored Duo's answer, and instead just turned his head up to look at him. He freed his hand from Duo's hold, reaching up for his face. Thin fingers slowly ran through Duo's bangs of hair, pushing them aside a little, so he could look at his eyes. He then sadly shifted his gaze to the back of Duo's hair, reaching up to touch the short strings of chestnut silk.
"Your hair..." He whispered sadly, tears filling his eyes.
"Don't worry." Duo hurried to soothe, taking Heero's hand in his and guiding it from his hair to his lips. He kissed the pale hand softly, and then held it tightly in his, looking into Heero's ocean-blue eyes. "It will grow back."
"My hands hurt." Heero stated, pulling his hand away from Duo's grasp.
"You broke both your wrists." The once-braided boy informed him, his fingers running gently over Heero's arm. He bent down to kiss the injured wrist. "They will heal soon."
"And they said that I cannot break Gundanium..." Heero chuckled bitterly, turning away from where he was staring at the wall, and looked up at Duo.
Duo chuckled bitterly. He petted Heero's hair gently, trailing his hand down to caress the tender cheek.
Heero smiled weakly, the bright light returning to his eyes. "Read me a story?" He asked, lips pouting.
A small smile found his way to Duo's lips, and he hurried to nod his head. "Sure." He whispered, reaching down to his bag. "It's a sequel to Alice in Wonderland. Would you like that?"
Heero nodded his head, snuggling deeper into his covers. He turned to lie on his side, watching Duo with shining blue eyes.
Duo smiled down at his lover and bent down to give him a quick kiss on his forehead. He then settled more comfortably into his chair, and opened the book. "Through the looking-glass, by Lewis Carroll." He caught a small smile on Heero's lips, and smiled back at the boy. He then turned to the first page, and began reading. "One thing was for sure, it was the black cat's fault..."
* * *
Late that night, after Heero had fallen asleep, Duo put the book down and quietly left the room, not before kissing his lover goodnight. He walked silently down the halls of the hospital, making his way in through the maze until he got to his destination.
He sneaked past the half-sleeping guards, and avoided all the nurses and staff until he got to the desired room. Like a shadow, he sneaked into the room, silently closing the door behind him.
The sound of medical instruments, monitors and life support machines, filled the dark room. Duo examined the room with narrow eyes, his gaze finally locking on the single bed that occupied the room. His lips lifted up in a bitter snarl as he watched the silent figure on the bed, her chest rising slowly up and down, with the help of a respirator.
Within an instant, he was by the bed.
He looked down at the still figure, eyeing her with hatred in his eyes. He examined the tanned skin, the short blond hair and the closed narrow eyes with disgust. His limbs were tied to the bed, restrained to prevent the suspect's escape.
"You don't deserve a clean death." He whispered to the figure, reaching for a syringe that lay on a tray by the bed. "No one like you deserves to die a clean death." He continued as he prepped the syringe. "What? You thought I'm gonna let you sleep through it?" He asked with a bitter chuckle. "After all you did? You thought I'm gonna let you off THAT easily?!" He whispered angrily, injecting the drug into the IV tube. "Seriously, man, you can't be THAT stupid..."
He stood there and watched as the drug took effect, and the figure on the bed slowly came to, stirring away. Narrow eyes fluttered open, blinking against the darkness. The man opened his mouth, coughing, and then muffled out a scream as something was pulled violently out of his sore throat.
"It will just get in the way." Duo commented casually, throwing the respiration tube aside.
Johnson's eyes shot wide open.
Duo smirked and shoved a pillow into his mouth.
"MMMUUUMPH!"
"This will do much better." Duo concluded, making sure the restrains were tight enough and that the man couldn't fight.
"MMMUUMPH! MMMMMUUMPH!!!" The man called, trashing feebly in the bed.
"Now, come on! You don't have to make such a fuss over it!" Duo reproached silently, reaching down for another medical tool. "I always wanted to use one of these." He said as he examined the two paddles he was holding. "It looks so cool on TV. When they go like- 'clear!' and then - bam! They like fry this person!" He chuckled darkly, looking down at the frightened Johnson. "Don't you think it's cool? A fitting death for you, if you ask me. I'm doing you a favor, really. Rather than rot in jail for a few years and then get fried, I'm doing it for you now."
"MUUMPHHHH! MMMMUUUPHHHH!!!" Johnson called, trying to free himself.
"But," Duo continued, charging up the device to a high level of power. "Unlike them, I'm not gonna fry you once. Oh no... I'm gonna fry the juices out of you until you're nothing but a smoked up husk!" He placed the paddles on the man's chest.
"MUMPH!"
"Ready?"
"MUUUUMPH!!!!!!"
"I'll take it as a yes." Duo snarled and activated the device. "Clear."
"MMMMUUUUUMMMM!!!!!" The pillow muffled Johnson's scream. His body spasmed as it was electrocuted, squirming and shaking in the small bed.
Duo stopped the 'treatment' and raised the paddles up in the air. He let Johnson calm down for a while, until his breathing was more or less regular.
He then put the paddles back above the man's heart.
"Clear."
"MMMUUUMMMM!!!" The man screamed, jerking up in pain.
The monitors went frantic, so Duo tore the wires away, and set back to work.
"Clear."
A stronger shock went through the large man, and he began vomiting. But the pillow was still in his mouth and he began choking on his own vomit.
"Clear."
The man's eyes went wide and dull with pain, and sweat broke all over his body.
"Clear."
Each shock was like a heart attack and Duo repeated the process at least five times, until the sixth time, when he went all the way. He let Johnson relax a little and then prepared him for the last, and deadly, shock. He bent over so his face was mere millimeters from the man's, and he looked him deep in the eyes.
"I'm sending you where you belong, jackass. Nobody does this to my koi and gets away with it. Burn in hell, asshole."
And the machine came to life, sending a large electric shock through the man's body.
"MMMMMMMMUUUUMMMMmmmmmmm...phhh. . ." The man let out one last time, before his body became still. His dead eyes remained open, looking up at nothingness.
Duo cleaned his mess and reconnected the monitors.
As silently as he came, he left.
"I'll see you in hell, Johnson."
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
TBC…
Author's Note: Was that a good enough death for Johnson? I gave him SIX heart attacks in a row... you can imagine how painful that is... And besides, I couldn't have Duo kill him in any other way, cuz then poor Duo-chan will have to go to jail and won't be able to be with his Hee-baby! *pouts* We can't have THAT now can we?
Anyway, if you made it through this chapter, I promise to make up for EVEYTHING in the epilogue... *runs back into hiding*