Gundam ShadowStalker

Zane gently opened his door when he was sure the pilots were all asleep. He limped slowly down the stairs and into their training room. Mats covered the floor, punching bags, swords, a tread mill; everything he desperately needed right now.



Starting his workouts, to get his mind off of...them, he embraced the sharp stabs from his legs like a welcomed lover. The room was sound proof because he had seen each one of the pilots go in at all hours of the day and there was never a single indication of noise. So he ran on the tread mill until his leg finally did give out and he rolled across the ground.



Then he started wailing on a punching bag and his emotions threatened to swamp him. Tears were held in check as grief pounded into him like his fists against the black bag.



How did F figure out his connection to Markus and his family? Another berage of punches. Why hurt people who have never done any wrong to him? A roundhouse kick with his bad leg. Did he enjoy torturing people before killng them? Punch. That was a stupid question. Kick. Of course he did, look at what he did to him for years.



More punches with a right hook. He let Antony die. Pain from his knuckles. Killed Markus, Brenda, and...Derek...Blood leaking down his fists.Laughed about their deaths. Slamming into something solid, a sharp crack. Taunting him, always taunting him. More pain as he released his anger. Bringing him into this strange future.

Tiles dripping with blood. Experiments and missions. Furious jabs.



Turning him into a killer...Zane\'s cloudy vision cleared as he looked at the wall before him. Dark, red blood streaked slowly from the hand shaped puddles. Blinking he brought his hands up, stared at them, and let them fall. His fingers were split from knuckle to knuckle, battered from the abuse he put them through.



Closing his eyes he slid down to his knees and braced his arms against the wall. He was so tired of fighting, of trying to survive, losing the few people who loved him, all of it. There was nothing left for him here, except for revenge, and he would live. Oh yes, he would live until he got F between his hands and choked

the life out of him.



Water threatened to seep from his eyes once more and he clenched his fists, the pain managing to keep them at bay. Turning he braced his back against the wall, rested his head on his knees, and took long, deep breaths. He never heard the silent pilot make his way toward him until a strong hand rested gently on his shoulder. Jerking back, he looked up into sympathetic aquamarine orbs, and laid his head back down. What the hell was he doing up?



Neither of them spoke. The silence started to make his muscles tense in aggitation. He did not want this man to witness his moment of weakness, wanted no one to see how much those lives cost him. The warm body sat down on the floor next to him and he grit his teeth.



" Go away."



Heated, tender hands inspected the abused fingers. " It wasn\'t your fault."



Zane yanked his hands away and snarled at the calm blonde," I said go away!"



"No," Quatre shook his head. " Those people cared about you and I know they wouldn\'t want to see you suffering so."



Bitter laughter rocked Zane\'s frame. " How would you know what the dead want blondie," he asked harshly, eyes dead of any emotion.

Quatre\'s own eyes hardened. " Listen to me you pig-headed idiot.



They knew what was at stake when they befriended you, but that did not matter to them. You were part of their family. Which means at whatever cost they would protect you, even if it meant giving up their lives just to see you safe. What happened to them was horrible, but they would want you to remember them fondly, not mourning the loss of their lives so intensely that you, yourself, forget to live," here he smiled sadly, his eyes clouding over with silent grief. " I know this, because my sister and her husband would want the same from me."



" It\'s...just so goddamned hard...," Zane choked out, shuddering as a single tear slid down his bruised cheek. Two warm arms wrapped around him tightly, and at first he struggled to escape, but he lost his will to fight and sobbed heart-breakingly into the Arabians shoulder.



Tears fell from his own eyes as Quatre and Zane mourned their lost loved ones together.



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(Yes, a rather short chapter, but at least I posted one! ;D. And it does look like the makings of a QuatrexTrowaxZane threesome, but it\'s not. I\'m VERY tempted to do so, but I\'ll see how the story progresses and make the neccessary changes if need be.



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