AC 201 Heero and Wufei are preventors called in for an accident on a sweeper ship captained by Duo. However it was no accident there’s a killer on board and it isn’t human. If you like suspense and gore you’ll like this horror story. (At least I’m hoping to create suspense I believed I managed it.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters I only get my jollies off on torturing them and my readers with horrible gory stories like the one below. Bandia and a bunch of other rich and talented folk own these characters. Please don’t’sue me.
Warnings: Rated R just to be on the safe side contains yaoi, gore and minor amounts of smut.
Secondary warning: I don’t think my stories are scary, not to me personally but I have gotten that in my feedback (few as there was but there was some). A kind reviewer wrote to me and said, “don’t change your style of writing. It’s yours. There are people out there that will appreciate it.” I thank that person. So I haven’t toned it down or changed how I write but I am giving you fair warning.
Jaaku na Gundam
(English Translation The Evil Gundam)
Chapter 10
The Recorder
“The body is not there, however, like I said the cleaning crew did not get to really complete their job so don’t expect it to be clean,” Duo warned them as the lift came level with the hatch.
Heero looked up at the mecha’s face and froze. Something about it was wrong. It had the usual Greek male features that most of the Gundams possessed but somehow its face was wrong. The bottom jaw seemed too big. Was it hinged?
“Quatre tell me what you want me to locate so we don’t all get in the way,” Duo said from the control panel.
Quatre was staring at the suit. Heero glanced at the two guards standing right behind his friend. They too were transfixed on the suit. The men were on a hair trigger they had their hands on their weapons. They would be useless if something did happen. He and Wufei shared a look.
“Your guns can’t kill it,” Wufei said sarcastically. “If anything does start moving aim for its sensors. Hopefully you know where they are.”
“Thank you officer Chang,” the other man said. His hair was a non-descript medium brown and he was slightly smaller than the one that reminded Heero of Rasshid.
Neither of them noted Wufei’s caustic remark. Heero didn’t bother to reprimand his partner they were all under stress. He looked back at Quatre and saw that he was still staring at the suit a hand fisted over his heart.
“Quatre?” Heero called.
His voice seemed to snap Quatre out of it. “Sorry, I just—I guess I too find this suit rather disturbing.”
“What do you want me to locate,” Duo asked again.
“Its mainframe, I need to know its base program,” Quatre said turning to Duo. “Also, if we can find the pilot flight recorder it may tell us who else had flown the suit.”
Duo worked at the control panel for a few seconds scanning the suit looking at blueprints. Like before he wouldn’t keep his back totally to the suit. Heero watched him till the sound of the hatch opening turned him back to Jaaku na.
Heero and all of them instantly had to cover theirs mouths and noses as a pungent sharp odor reached them. From inside the hatch the smell of raw meat wafted out. Heero looked inside and it looked as bad as it smelled.
The interior wasn’t painted red with blood like before. The water the cleaning crew had sprayed in there had washed a lot of it away. Still there were huge patches of it everywhere. That was somehow worst than the solid red. The wires hanging down looked like veins.
“I found a recorder right above the pilot’s chair. The system is in the lower right,” Duo said.
No one move towards the hatch’s door. Like most Gundam’s the hatch’s door had swung down and created a walkway to the cockpit. It too was splotched and half dry. Duo sighed in frustration and limped forward. He stepped on the door and slipped.
Heero raced forward and caught him. He pulled him back on to the platform. Duo winced from the pressure of his grip around his chest.
“Ease up buddy,” he gasped. “Bruised ribs.”
Reluctantly, Heero let him go. He missed him. Wufei was a good friend but he wanted his best friend back.
“Wufei hold him,” Heero called to his partner. His emotionless voice hid his pent up emotions.
Wufei caught Duo’s arm and slung it over his shoulder as Heero carefully leaped on to the hatch. He walked into the cockpit breathing slightly through his mouth. It didn’t help. It only made the horrid smell almost palpable.
The hanging wires brushed against his face and neck in a cold wet caress. A few wires slipped down his collar and he had to resist the urge to rip them out. Instead, he brushed them away gently. The chair squished as he stepped into it to reached for the compartment above the chair. The surface of the compartment was cold and slimy to the touch. He couldn’t see how to open it.
“I need a light,” Heero called to the group.
His request brought Quatre to action. He carefully leaped onto the hatch’s door and joined Heero in the cockpit before his guards could stop him. He whipped out a penlight and aimed it above Heero’s head.
The dark haired guard walked up the hatch but didn’t step on it. He watched Quatre closely as he and Heero searched in the dark cockpit.
“He got it,” Quatre called back.
They could see Heero struggling with a dark box. It was as long as his arm and twice as thick. The flight recorder was actually small but the casing to protect it was thick and cumbersome.
“I’ll get the system,” Quatre said moving down to the right.
Heero saw him pushing at the panels searching for the opening and his stomach tensed. Suddenly the platform seemed far away. The feeling of being boxed in grew stronger.
“Wait let’s get this out first,” Heero grunted.
He handed Quatre the box. It was very heavy. He watched him staggered with the box and call to the dark haired man. The guy’s name was Mike. He carefully stepped onto the hatch taking the box from Quatre.
The second guard stepped on the hatch to help and the hatch trembled suddenly. Heero felt his stomach tense painfully. He knew what was going to happen.
He leaped off the chair his shout suddenly cut off. A wire had round itself around his neck while he had been extracting the recorder. He instinctive reached for the wire but found that he couldn’t move his hands. He had become entangled in the wires. He hung helplessly like a puppet.
As he struggled the wires tighten cutting into his skin. His choked cries caused Quatre to turn. They both looked at each other for a second then the hatch trembled again. Heero watched in horror as the hatch swung up flipping all three men like dolls.
He watched Mike fly high into the air then come back down hard on the half raised hatch. The front half of his body falling into the cockpit as the hatch rose even higher. The other guard dropped the box as his body was flipped head over heels into the air. He flew completely over the scaffolding plunging to his death on the bay floor below. Later, as Sally told him what she saw from below Heero knew that he was luckier of Quatre’s two guards.
Quatre also nearly flew completely over the scaffolding. However last minute he reached out and caught the top of the lift. His shoulder was pulled from its socket as he caught himself.
Duo pulled away from Wufei limping for the control panel.
“Get Quatre,” he shouted.
The screams of Quatre’s second guard were terrifying. The top half of Mike’s body was trapped in the hatch.
TBC