Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Black Queen ❯ Void ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
finished!
be sure to read the epilogue!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.19.2003 | Updated On: 03.21.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
finished!
be sure to read the epilogue!
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Drama / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.19.2003 | Updated On: 03.21.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 279 | Status: Completed
LSE // 3-19-03
(The Black Queen - Chapter Seventeen: Void)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Void
|
None of the police noticed when Heero slipped out from their company.
It was too late for him to try and warn Duo anyways; gunfire echoed
off the streets as testimony to the fierce fighting going on inside
the facility. Heero absently traced the outline of his glock before
turning and walking away from the skirmish.
No more than a few blocks away, he paused and looked up at the sky
ominously grey sky. Thunder rolled across the clouds opened up,
spitting down rain. It wouldn't be enough to eliminate the fire,
which has resulted from the explosives they had used to break down
the walls, but maybe the rain would contain the inferno. Already,
fire fighters worked on keeping the flames from spreading.
But all that was behind him as he stared up at the sky. If they
didn't find Duo within... If they did... Heero sighed.
Someone shouted his name and, for a moment, he couldn't figure out
who would calling with such frantic... And the voice was... Heero
turned his head towards the noise and felt his jaw drop. No doubt,
sitting there in the alley across the street was Duo.
Duo!
A single gunshot exploded through the fading sounds of Duo's yell and
Heero sprung into action. He drew out the glock with a quickly
breathed thanks he had even bothered to bring the firearm.
Duo fell back and Heero assumed the worst.
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
"Sa-sally?!" came a shocked squeal that could only belong to a
certain Miss Relena Peacecraft.
Sally turned her head towards the sound and felt surge of hope only
slightly less than the one she'd felt and discovering Wufei's heart
hadn't been blown apart by a bullet. "Onna," grumbled the Chinese man
in question, his head lifting slightly from against Sally's shoulder.
She didn't know how long she had knelt in that hallway with her
jacket pressed against the wound, hoping to staunch the flow of
blood. The bullet had missed its intended mark and had shot through
the shoulder, miraculously only shattering the collar bone before
passing through. She couldn't leave Wufei to get help and, even if
she could, she hadn't the faintest idea where the exit was.
Soldiers ran past the connecting corridors for what seemed forever
before, finally, a group of police had approached her. Unfortunately,
they didn't believe her when she tried to explain that she and Wufei
were not members of the Double Phoenix. The bastards hadn't gotten a
stretcher, and she was forced to simply tied the jacket around the
wound as best as possible and help Wufei stumbling out.
Wufei, of course, hated the fact he was being supported by a woman.
Sally relished his anger with a twisted appreciation that, if Wufei
could still curse at her in Chinese (and English. He had an
impressive vocabulary in both languages...) he couldn't be that
seriously injured.
"Sally!" Relena called again, hurrying over despite the obvious
objections from her assistants, who exchanged anxious looks. "Wufei?
What on earth..."
This was obvious going to take some explaining, which Sally really
didn't have the time to spend on. Fortunately, the police that were
'escorting' her from the building snapped to attention. Since the
fact Relena hadn't screamed for Sally's head on a stick, she had to
be telling the truth.
A rush of paramedics appeared and started to transfer Wufei to a
stretcher. Since the attending paramedics were all female, Sally
was
sure Wufei was being placed in the best of hands.
"Sally," Relena said in a low whisper, trying to look casual and
failing, "Have you seen Duo?"
"Not recently..." Sally brushed damp bangs off from her face. It had
started to rain, big fat drops that were rapidly picking up in speed.
"Have you..." Relena bit her lip nervously, "seen Heero?"
Sally shook her head and was getting ready to follow Wufei's
stretcher before gunfire echoed off the streets. That wouldn't have
been anything special if it hadn't have come from the wrong direction.
And Sally knew, deep down she just knew...
---------------------------------------------------------- ------------
The pain is more of a surprise than an actual worry, and it's not
until I realize I'm staring at the sky that I even know I'm laid out.
I'm still alive, at least, for the moment, so it must not... I force
myself to sit back up and, halfway through the struggle, hands
suddenly grab my shoulders and help me up.
"Heero!" I cry, but only half of its even audible. The rest is lost
into the fabric of Heero's shirt as he clutches me tightly to him. I
start to throw my arms around him in return, but a shooting pain in
my left arm stops the action.
The bullet just grazed the fleshy part of my upper arm, for which I'm
grateful. I was sincere in not wanting Sally to have to fetch out
another bullet. As much as I want to just lean against Heero and be
comforted by the soft scent of fabric softener (obviously, he has not
been doing his own laundry...) there are more pressing matters.
Heero beats me to it, though, stands quickly. I'm not sure I could
even get my legs to move, much less have them actually support me,
so
I opt to remain sitting.
Neither Natasha nor Sven has a strong grip on the gun, which remains
deadlocked between them. Suddenly, Natasha yells something that
sounds suspiciously like a profanity and uses Sven's surprise to try
and wrench the gun free. He deflects her, though, and pushes her
away. She's thrown against the wall and slides down into the stacked
garbage, but I can see she's not seriously injured.
"Ha!" Natasha cried in triumph, springing to her feet. For the
longest time, Sven and I both just stare at her, both of us probably
thinking the exact same thing. Where'd she get that gun? Suddenly, I
realize that it is the one I kicked out of Sven's hands earlier.
And I'm not sure if its a good thing Natasha found it.
Sven recovers from his surprise quickly. His grip on the guns
tightens and one finger slowly closes over the trigger. Eyes dart
between Heero and Natasha before locking on me. Maybe he's going to
try and take my hostage again, but it'd be suicide with Heero
standing right over my shoulder. But he doesn't know who Heero is...
does he?
Natasha reacts first. I see her take careful aim. Heero, too, aims,
and instantly I know at least two guns are going to fire. I just hope
Sven either forgets to fire or misses.
I brace for whatever may come; most likely a bullet in my face.
Only one shot rings out.
Sven drops to the floor, the gun clattering harmlessly away.
Natasha's gun clicks as she tries again to fire. She frowns.
Heero lowers his aim with a contented 'Hn' sound.
"Ah...ah..." Natasha makes a distressed sound, like a wounded animal.
She turns the gun in her hands, staring at it in horror. Slowly, she
flicks open the chamber. A look of disbelief crosses her face as she
spins it, slowly, then with a frantic haste.
An unearthly wail rises from her throat as the gun is aside and she
falls into a kneel beside Sven. I reach out and pick up the gun,
staring at the empty chamber.
It wasn't even loaded.
Sven's gun wasn't even loaded.
"Papa!" Natasha cries, "Papa!" The last of the cry is lost to a
strangled sob as she grabs his shoulders and gently shakes the limp
body. From where I'm at, I can easily see Heero's shot didn't miss
its target. A large crimson patch is on Sven's chest, which is
spreading, assisted by the rapidly increasing amount of rain.
"I'm so sorry. Please, papa!"
His empty eyes stare up at the sky.
They're already beginning to cloud over.
"Papa..." Natasha sobs, her hands going still. Rain and tears mingled
on her face, which is white as paper. "Papa..."
I stand, meaning to walk over to her, but my feet protest and I end
up swaying back against Heero. He grabs at my elbow, steadying me.
Footsteps pound down out and shouts as a squad of police burst into
the alleyway. Recognition is instant, and I know for a fact there's
no way I'm going to escape.
Even if I wanted to.
I'm just so tired.
It's quiet but for Natasha's sobs and the patter of rain.
The world goes black and I collapse against Heero. He catches me and
we both sink to the ground. His face hovers above mine, pale against
the darkness. Blind fear is written across his face, "Duo..."
But I'm just so tired.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: the end!
...okay, okay, there's an epilogue. I'm working on it now.
Again, massive thank you to Ebony. Seriously, I worship her!
...::goes back to typing::
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
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(The Black Queen - Chapter Seventeen: Void)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Void
|
None of the police noticed when Heero slipped out from their company.
It was too late for him to try and warn Duo anyways; gunfire echoed
off the streets as testimony to the fierce fighting going on inside
the facility. Heero absently traced the outline of his glock before
turning and walking away from the skirmish.
No more than a few blocks away, he paused and looked up at the sky
ominously grey sky. Thunder rolled across the clouds opened up,
spitting down rain. It wouldn't be enough to eliminate the fire,
which has resulted from the explosives they had used to break down
the walls, but maybe the rain would contain the inferno. Already,
fire fighters worked on keeping the flames from spreading.
But all that was behind him as he stared up at the sky. If they
didn't find Duo within... If they did... Heero sighed.
Someone shouted his name and, for a moment, he couldn't figure out
who would calling with such frantic... And the voice was... Heero
turned his head towards the noise and felt his jaw drop. No doubt,
sitting there in the alley across the street was Duo.
Duo!
A single gunshot exploded through the fading sounds of Duo's yell and
Heero sprung into action. He drew out the glock with a quickly
breathed thanks he had even bothered to bring the firearm.
Duo fell back and Heero assumed the worst.
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
"Sa-sally?!" came a shocked squeal that could only belong to a
certain Miss Relena Peacecraft.
Sally turned her head towards the sound and felt surge of hope only
slightly less than the one she'd felt and discovering Wufei's heart
hadn't been blown apart by a bullet. "Onna," grumbled the Chinese man
in question, his head lifting slightly from against Sally's shoulder.
She didn't know how long she had knelt in that hallway with her
jacket pressed against the wound, hoping to staunch the flow of
blood. The bullet had missed its intended mark and had shot through
the shoulder, miraculously only shattering the collar bone before
passing through. She couldn't leave Wufei to get help and, even if
she could, she hadn't the faintest idea where the exit was.
Soldiers ran past the connecting corridors for what seemed forever
before, finally, a group of police had approached her. Unfortunately,
they didn't believe her when she tried to explain that she and Wufei
were not members of the Double Phoenix. The bastards hadn't gotten a
stretcher, and she was forced to simply tied the jacket around the
wound as best as possible and help Wufei stumbling out.
Wufei, of course, hated the fact he was being supported by a woman.
Sally relished his anger with a twisted appreciation that, if Wufei
could still curse at her in Chinese (and English. He had an
impressive vocabulary in both languages...) he couldn't be that
seriously injured.
"Sally!" Relena called again, hurrying over despite the obvious
objections from her assistants, who exchanged anxious looks. "Wufei?
What on earth..."
This was obvious going to take some explaining, which Sally really
didn't have the time to spend on. Fortunately, the police that were
'escorting' her from the building snapped to attention. Since the
fact Relena hadn't screamed for Sally's head on a stick, she had to
be telling the truth.
A rush of paramedics appeared and started to transfer Wufei to a
stretcher. Since the attending paramedics were all female, Sally
was
sure Wufei was being placed in the best of hands.
"Sally," Relena said in a low whisper, trying to look casual and
failing, "Have you seen Duo?"
"Not recently..." Sally brushed damp bangs off from her face. It had
started to rain, big fat drops that were rapidly picking up in speed.
"Have you..." Relena bit her lip nervously, "seen Heero?"
Sally shook her head and was getting ready to follow Wufei's
stretcher before gunfire echoed off the streets. That wouldn't have
been anything special if it hadn't have come from the wrong direction.
And Sally knew, deep down she just knew...
---------------------------------------------------------- ------------
The pain is more of a surprise than an actual worry, and it's not
until I realize I'm staring at the sky that I even know I'm laid out.
I'm still alive, at least, for the moment, so it must not... I force
myself to sit back up and, halfway through the struggle, hands
suddenly grab my shoulders and help me up.
"Heero!" I cry, but only half of its even audible. The rest is lost
into the fabric of Heero's shirt as he clutches me tightly to him. I
start to throw my arms around him in return, but a shooting pain in
my left arm stops the action.
The bullet just grazed the fleshy part of my upper arm, for which I'm
grateful. I was sincere in not wanting Sally to have to fetch out
another bullet. As much as I want to just lean against Heero and be
comforted by the soft scent of fabric softener (obviously, he has not
been doing his own laundry...) there are more pressing matters.
Heero beats me to it, though, stands quickly. I'm not sure I could
even get my legs to move, much less have them actually support me,
so
I opt to remain sitting.
Neither Natasha nor Sven has a strong grip on the gun, which remains
deadlocked between them. Suddenly, Natasha yells something that
sounds suspiciously like a profanity and uses Sven's surprise to try
and wrench the gun free. He deflects her, though, and pushes her
away. She's thrown against the wall and slides down into the stacked
garbage, but I can see she's not seriously injured.
"Ha!" Natasha cried in triumph, springing to her feet. For the
longest time, Sven and I both just stare at her, both of us probably
thinking the exact same thing. Where'd she get that gun? Suddenly, I
realize that it is the one I kicked out of Sven's hands earlier.
And I'm not sure if its a good thing Natasha found it.
Sven recovers from his surprise quickly. His grip on the guns
tightens and one finger slowly closes over the trigger. Eyes dart
between Heero and Natasha before locking on me. Maybe he's going to
try and take my hostage again, but it'd be suicide with Heero
standing right over my shoulder. But he doesn't know who Heero is...
does he?
Natasha reacts first. I see her take careful aim. Heero, too, aims,
and instantly I know at least two guns are going to fire. I just hope
Sven either forgets to fire or misses.
I brace for whatever may come; most likely a bullet in my face.
Only one shot rings out.
Sven drops to the floor, the gun clattering harmlessly away.
Natasha's gun clicks as she tries again to fire. She frowns.
Heero lowers his aim with a contented 'Hn' sound.
"Ah...ah..." Natasha makes a distressed sound, like a wounded animal.
She turns the gun in her hands, staring at it in horror. Slowly, she
flicks open the chamber. A look of disbelief crosses her face as she
spins it, slowly, then with a frantic haste.
An unearthly wail rises from her throat as the gun is aside and she
falls into a kneel beside Sven. I reach out and pick up the gun,
staring at the empty chamber.
It wasn't even loaded.
Sven's gun wasn't even loaded.
"Papa!" Natasha cries, "Papa!" The last of the cry is lost to a
strangled sob as she grabs his shoulders and gently shakes the limp
body. From where I'm at, I can easily see Heero's shot didn't miss
its target. A large crimson patch is on Sven's chest, which is
spreading, assisted by the rapidly increasing amount of rain.
"I'm so sorry. Please, papa!"
His empty eyes stare up at the sky.
They're already beginning to cloud over.
"Papa..." Natasha sobs, her hands going still. Rain and tears mingled
on her face, which is white as paper. "Papa..."
I stand, meaning to walk over to her, but my feet protest and I end
up swaying back against Heero. He grabs at my elbow, steadying me.
Footsteps pound down out and shouts as a squad of police burst into
the alleyway. Recognition is instant, and I know for a fact there's
no way I'm going to escape.
Even if I wanted to.
I'm just so tired.
It's quiet but for Natasha's sobs and the patter of rain.
The world goes black and I collapse against Heero. He catches me and
we both sink to the ground. His face hovers above mine, pale against
the darkness. Blind fear is written across his face, "Duo..."
But I'm just so tired.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: the end!
...okay, okay, there's an epilogue. I'm working on it now.
Again, massive thank you to Ebony. Seriously, I worship her!
...::goes back to typing::
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
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