With eyes full of fire, he looked for the first time towards the other pilot still seated unmoving on the black ground. His lips curled back into a snarl of pure hatred, and his voice lashed out like a whip and burned like acid. I could feel it, feel the malice driving the words even though their hate wasn't directed at me. "Heero Yuy. Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier. Heero Yuy, the machine. It wasn't enough that you led me on, to think that we were friends. Oh no. It wasn't enough that you fucked me every night after you were done killing for the day. It wasn't enough that you left me to die, no, but you had to call me back again and strip away any pathetic dream I ever had that you might have loved me! You wouldn't let me go, you wouldn't let me go, you locked me away in the darkness like your very own personal whore. But no more. I am sick of this place, I am sick of living, I am sick of fighting for every moment of the real world I can see. No more. This is the end, Heero Yuy, and if you will not let me go, then I will not let you go either. I'm going to hell, Heero. And you are coming with me."
The soldier sat there, unmoving, unresponsive. In growing horror, I stared between Duo and Heero, and desperately plunged ahead. "Duo, no --"
"Get out of here, Quatre," Duo said from between his teeth, never taking his eyes off Heero. The air between them began to shimmer as the two boys engaged in a furious, if silent, contest of wills. In the distance, a red flickering light began to grow.
"After what you just said? I can't --"
"Get OUT," he repeated, voice rising. "If you stay you'll get hurt."
The ground was beginning to shake, subtly, under my feet. The wind was screaming at a steady pace by now, scorching blasts of an air that felt like they came directly out of a furnace. I turned to Heero, to try one last time. "Heero, for Allah's sake, won't you even listen to me? Didn't you hear a word he just said? Please, you have to let him go -- you have to let him go before it's too late!" The light was growing, the wind brought it; I could see the fire racing across the blackened plane. "Please!"
He looked at me, his eyes bottomless depths of shadows. He spoke, and his voice was already the voice of a dead man.
"I would rather spend an eternity in Hell with Duo than one more day without him."
I stared at him, mouth hanging open; before I even realized what was happening, the world began to blur and fade around me. "Heero --"
"I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT!" Duo shrieked, flames springing up around him, matching the deadly bonfire sweeping across the black plain to engulf the three of us faster than the blink of an eye. "SO GET OUT!"
Re: Torn 6
Date: 2006-02-21 11:32 am (UTC)With eyes full of fire, he looked for the first time towards the other pilot still seated unmoving on the black ground. His lips curled back into a snarl of pure hatred, and his voice lashed out like a whip and burned like acid. I could feel it, feel the malice driving the words even though their hate wasn't directed at me. "Heero Yuy. Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier. Heero Yuy, the machine. It wasn't enough that you led me on, to think that we were friends. Oh no. It wasn't enough that you fucked me every night after you were done killing for the day. It wasn't enough that you left me to die, no, but you had to call me back again and strip away any pathetic dream I ever had that you might have loved me! You wouldn't let me go, you wouldn't let me go, you locked me away in the darkness like your very own personal whore. But no more. I am sick of this place, I am sick of living, I am sick of fighting for every moment of the real world I can see. No more. This is the end, Heero Yuy, and if you will not let me go, then I will not let you go either. I'm going to hell, Heero. And you are coming with me."
The soldier sat there, unmoving, unresponsive. In growing horror, I stared between Duo and Heero, and desperately plunged ahead. "Duo, no --"
"Get out of here, Quatre," Duo said from between his teeth, never taking his eyes off Heero. The air between them began to shimmer as the two boys engaged in a furious, if silent, contest of wills. In the distance, a red flickering light began to grow.
"After what you just said? I can't --"
"Get OUT," he repeated, voice rising. "If you stay you'll get hurt."
The ground was beginning to shake, subtly, under my feet. The wind was screaming at a steady pace by now, scorching blasts of an air that felt like they came directly out of a furnace. I turned to Heero, to try one last time. "Heero, for Allah's sake, won't you even listen to me? Didn't you hear a word he just said? Please, you have to let him go -- you have to let him go before it's too late!" The light was growing, the wind brought it; I could see the fire racing across the blackened plane. "Please!"
He looked at me, his eyes bottomless depths of shadows. He spoke, and his voice was already the voice of a dead man.
"I would rather spend an eternity in Hell with Duo than one more day without him."
I stared at him, mouth hanging open; before I even realized what was happening, the world began to blur and fade around me. "Heero --"
"I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT!" Duo shrieked, flames springing up around him, matching the deadly bonfire sweeping across the black plain to engulf the three of us faster than the blink of an eye. "SO GET OUT!"