Note: Duo/Trowa POVs
Erasure Part 11
I groaned inaudibly and tucked myself tighter into the corner I had found. It hadn't taken long for this mission to go to hell in a hand basket. I wondered where Trowa had taken cover- I didn't want to think that he hadn't managed to get away- Quatre would kill me if I came back without him.
The slave ring was much larger than anticipated. Even worse- every single member had their DNA scanned and recorded- a risk if the authorities got a hold of it, but an excellent way to detect traitors in their midst. Trowa and I had managed to avoid being scanned for the first 24 hours, but we hadn't been able to avoid it- and we'd been forced to run- forced to separate... I hoped one of us at least would make it out of here.
I closed my eyes. I should've said goodbye to Heero- I shouldn't have been such a coward. Trowa hadn't lectured me exactly- only asked me what Heero would think when he woke up and I wasn't there...
At the time I had just shrugged him off. Now though...
Now I wish I had woken him up and said goodbye, to hell with it all. I don't know what I was thinking... well, yes I do. Heero had been asking me questions, making me talk about us and how we met and all that stuff...
Right before he had fallen asleep, he'd touched my cheek, told me not to worry... told me he loved me...
But he didn't. He didn't remember me. He was trying though... and that had made me feel guilty as all hell. I didn't want to remake him... didn't want him to feel forced to be 'my Heero'...
At this moment though, I didn't care about that- I wished I had said goodbye to Heero- kissed him- taken a warm memory with me into this place...
Footsteps.
I pulled myself tighter into my corner.
"Are you sure there were two?" A rough voice snapped. "I know we've got that one cornered in the docking bay- he's sure causing enough trouble for two..."
Crap. Trowa had evidently not been able to hide.
"Monitors picked up two different people- he has a friend here somewhere. Once the boss gets his hands on him we'll get the other one."
A chuckle. "Yeah, the boss may sell the young ones, but he likes the older ones for his play..."
I swallowed hard. Damn- I needed to go help Trowa. I closed my eyes and pictured the sketchy blueprints we'd been given- where was the docking bay?
A click was the only warning I had.
I opened my eyes and found two men looming over me- one had the rifle, the other one waved the small heat-seeking device he held in his hand at me in a friendly way.
Damnit. Hadn't counted on that either...
"Hello," said the one with the device. "Are you going to come nicely with us, or do we get to play rough?"
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I frowned at my rifle. I didn't have many shots left. All I could do was hope that Duo had managed to get out and call for help. When we'd first been discovered, I had hidden myself in the docking bay, hoping to steal a transport or sneak on board one and get the hell out and get help. This organization was far bigger and more organized than Une had anticipated.
I lost all hope of sneaking out though when I saw that they were scanning the transports. They knew we were in their base and they didn't want us to leave. I thought I could then find another place to go and hide for a bit- but then the men had come into the bay with other kinds of scanners- heat scanners- and I knew I was in trouble.
So, I had pulled out my grenades and started tossing them- if you have to fight it's always good to be the one who gets the first hit in...
But now I was out of grenades and nearly out of ammo.
I had managed to take down a few of the bastards, but not nearly enough, and I had done some damage to the bay... not enough to stop the shipments though.
Hopefully Duo was doing better...
The firing had stopped. I didn't dare look and see why, that would've been suicidal. They might have been discussing the merits of tossing a grenade or two back at me- something I was surprised they hadn't tried yet...
For just a moment, I let myself close my eyes and think of Quatre.
Don't think I'm going to make it back to you this time love....
I could almost hear his response- telling me not to give up.
I couldn't. Duo was out there somewhere after all...
"HEY!" My eyes snapped open. "WE'RE GOING TO GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO GIVE YOURSELF UP."
I blinked. Did they really think?
"IF YOU DON'T," the voice went on. "WE'RE GOING TO KILL YOUR FRIEND HERE... YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE."
Friend? I risked a glance around the metal containers I had used to shield myself with.
Duo, his clothes torn, face bloody, was kneeling on the floor, hands on his head, three men with guns surrounding him.
Fuck...
TBC...
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