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Scene Four: Pain Of A Soldier
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Four: Pain of a Soldier
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Pain. Not a
dull and throbbing pain, blinding and searing through his very marrow.
locked in and obscure world. Everything
he felt was shrouded in a tight clenching pain.
His body was a vessel for pain, containing only that and nothing
more. Then there was darkness.
Then he was floating, suspended in the dark void
where there was no direction or feeling.
There was no distinction between anything and his senses did not obey
any commands he triedgivegive them. He
would have cried out in frustration had he been able to, for not having control
was worse than anything he could have thought.
Here there was no sense of time.
Dekim Barton or if they hast.
kept himself in a suspended state in between sleep and wakefulness to try and
puzzle out the memories that kept resurfacing.
He laid in his own self-created and imposed oblivion.
here, his memories and dreams could not be controlled.
A little girl stood before him with her puppy,
asking if he was lost. Then she was
dead, accusing him of killing her and telling him that he had to pay his
penance for her death. And Duo lay dead
because he had miscalculated the power of the explosion.
his face and his upper body was covered in blood but he did not stop his
killing. Then he went crazy, killing
everyone who he could get to, methodically and efficiently without cause or
re.
and he had to pay the price, he had to seek redemptior hor his actions and pay
back to the dead that he owed.
what was dream became blurred and then completely unnoticeable, slowly driving
him mad and tearing him apart inside.
The accusing eyes and voices haunted him while he laid in his suspended
void, medically termed as a coma, dreading when he would return to the land of
the living, afraid that things would be worse than they were here.
Yet he knew that eventually he would have to wake
up, if only to keep his body from atrophying.
While he wanted nothing more than to be forgotten for what he had done,
he no longer knew what to do with himself.
He was obsolete, all he knew was war.
He was a good soldier who carried out his missions, protected, killed
and lived on to fight another day. He
had nothing else. Training said to
terminate when there were no more missions but he had made a promise to Duo and
he would not go back on his word. Duo
had said that the only way he could be terminated was by Shinigami and he owed
Duo a life debt with interest. So he
could not die until death came for him naturally or until Duo came for him, but
Shinigami was taking his own sweet time and he could tell that his body was
mending itself, not wasting away. He
wished he was not healing, wished death would come and give him release.
Relena was another cause for concern.
and he could not love her back. She
thought she understood who and what he was and why he was that way but she knew
nothing. He was no knight who had come
to sweep heay aay and she could not ease his troubled soul.
And like everyone else Relena loved a symbol, an
image. He was not strong because he
fought. He fought and killed because it
was what he knew, what he had been trained for.
He had no real set of ideals for the future after the war, expecting to
die during one of the many suicide missions.
But even though he had taken on OZ and self-destructed it haver
ver
worked out that way. Heero even liked
war because he knew how to act and who he was, the conflict defined him, the
mission defined him more than pretending to be a teenager had.
Relena’s image, the world’s image of him was not
him. None of them had wanted to believe
that he fought only because he was good at it so they had given him the image
of being a hero and a savior, so there would be some big meg beg behind his
actions. The only people who came close
to knowing him were his fellow Pilots.
Relena could never understand him.
He was angry at her for even thinking she could
understand him. There was no for for
him to remain near her or anyone else, the fighting was over and he was not
needed. He was not a knight to come and
rescue her or fulfill some fantasy. He
could not trust her.
“Heero,” Relena’s voice assaulted his ears.
you’ll remember this, but I want you to know that I love you and hope you wake
up soon.”
He felt the bed shift slightly as Relena leaned down
and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.
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He did not know how much time had passed but eventually Relena let go of
his hand as someone else entered the room.
“Good evening Vice-Foreign Minister Peacecraft,” A
man’s voice drifted through to him. “Why
don’t you go and get yourself something to eat.
I’m afraid I’ll be with the patient for quite some time changing his
bandages and cleaning him up a little bit.”
“You’ll call me back if there is any change?”
Relena’s voice was calm.
“Of coursehe dhe doctor, as Heero had worked out by
now, said.
As soon as he heard the door shut behind Relena his
eyes snapped open and he sat straight up in the bed, wide awake and aware of
his surroundings.
“I don’t want her in here ever again,” Heero said,
his throat parched, making his words forced and raspy.
“Unbelievable,” The doctor blinked in surprise.
machines.”
“That’s easy enough to control,” Heero Yuy glared at
the man. “I don’t want her in here
again. I want my clothes and my weapon
back, now.”
“You’re clothing is right over here,” The doctor
said pulling open a drawer and lifting out a duffel bag.
possession in the bottom.”
Heero grabbed the bag from him and riffled through
it before pulling out the gun and loading a clip in it.
“This is a hospital,” The doctor tried to be
reasonable. “We have a no gun policy.”
“I am aware of that fact,” Heero loaded a round into
the chamber. “I’ll be leaving
shortly. My gun stays with me.”
The doctor said nothing as he began pulling various
lines and patches from his body. Heero
quickly dressed in a pair of jeans and a shirt.
The doctor made no move to stop him or to help him.
painfully so and most of his wounds were superficial.
“Let me at least give you some fresh bandages and
medical supplies to take with you,” The doctor said.
Heero sat on the edge of his bed waiting the doctor’s
return. He came back quickly, as he had
said, with all the necessary supplies.
Heero stuffed them all into the duffel bag.
to stop him or interfere. Heero hefted
the bag once in his hand, testing the weight proportions and finding them
satisfactory.
“Are there any guards outside my room or on this
floor?” Heero asked gruffly.
“One outside your room,” The doctor answered.
Heero grunted and moved for the door.
into the room. He applied his hand
firmly to a pressure point and felt the man go unconscious, carefully lowering
his body to the floor. He picked his bag
up and walked out the door, lea the the good doctor behind him unharmed.
a way to the bottom floor where he would not have to go past the guards but
there were none. He turned down another
hallway and saw an empty laundry cart by the laundry shoot.
He slid up the hatch, gingerly so as not to make
much noise, and looked down. He could
see the giant cart still full of sheets below him.
sure that his actions were unobserved and climbed into the hatch, bracing his
legs against the sides. He >He slid the
hatch cover back down and suddenly tucked his legs in so that he free fell into
the cart below him.
‘Dirty lau,’ H,’ He scowled as he pulled himself out
of the sheets along with his bag. ‘Just
like me. It all needs to be taken out
and cleansed properly and when it can’t be cleaned any longer it gets thrown
away.’
He looked around the giant wash room for an escape,
finally catching sight of a maintenance shaft where the grating was already
loose. He pried at the grating with his
bare hands until it gave with little noise.
Using his upper body strength Heero pulled himself up into the shaft
with his bag over one shoulder, replacing the grating as best he could.
dropped down into an underground tunnel.
When he emerged from it he was nearly a mile away from the hospital.
He continued walking farther away from the hospital,
not feeling secure enough with the little distance he had put between himself
and it. He spied a library and walked
inside without attracting much notice.
Quickly he secured for himself an internet connection which he used to
withdraw money from one of his accounts and have it waiting for him at a Swiss
bank. Secrecy and anonymity were
practically a guarantee there.
Twenty minutes later he was walking through the door
of Schweize Internationale Bank, carefulkeepkeep his head down and away from surveillance
cameras. Heero could not afford to have
his face plastered across the news if he was planning on slipping away from
everything. He walked up to the desk
labeled as the managers.
“Hello sir, can I assist you?” The man asked
politely.
“Yes,” Heero eyed him coolly.
transaction from my account for the withdrawal of precisely four thousand two
hundred and forty-one credits?”
“Do you have the account number and password?” The
manager asked sharply.
“Account number is 0999722000-7668,” o reo repeated
the account number with ease. “And this
should be the password.” He passed the
balding man a piece of paper with the word ‘Shinigami’ written on it.
The man took it and nodded to himself before turning
around and opening a locked drawer. He
withdrew an envelope and passed it over to Heero without comment or complaint.
“Inside is the amount you requested,” The manager
said quietly. “All in unmarked bills
with small denominations. Danke von
Schweize Internationale.”
“Bitte,” Heero nodded, turning and leaving.
He reached the outskirts of the city of
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street vendor and a pair of green tinted sunglasses to hide his eyes.
him our to the borders of Sanc and into
thousand souls. From there he hired
another taxi and made his way to
Travels. He had heard Duo tabouabout the
company before, about how for a few of five hundred credits they could make you
disappear.
He strode confidently into the business and asked to
see the manager. He was in luck that day
for none other than the owner, Robert Kincaid, was in visiting his Italian
offices. He looked very much like his
older brother Aidan Kincaid from L2, but there were few who knew Robert had a
brother, certainly not Heero Yuy.
“Hello,” Robert spoke in cultured tones, sounding
refined and worldly. “You asked to speak
with the manager but I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with the owner.n
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“I need to disappear,” Heero said quietly.
“Got a vacation destination in mind?” Robert asked
politely since many traveling customers often said they wanted to disappear.
“I need to
disappear,” Heero repeated firmly. “Did
you not hear me the first time?”
“I did,” Robert smiled then.
tell her I’m meeting with a frequent flyer.”
“Sure thing sir,” The mousy woman called Marge
replied.
Robert gestured for Heero to follow after him,
leading him up a flight of stairs and to the second floor.
furnished.
“Now then,” Robert said shutting the door behind
them. “Since you don’t have a
destination in mind I’m going to suggest one for you, ok?
while
truth.”
“How much is this going to cost me?” Heero asked
calmly.
Robert studied him closely a fea few moments before
breaking into another smile, “For you?
Three hundred credits.”
“I thought it was five,” Heero commented.
“Usually it is,” The red head said.
“Then why three hundred?”
be willing to give him a break.
“You look like someone who really needs to get
away,” Robert said carefully. “I know
the signs and for someone who needs it that badI doI don’t feel right taking
full price. Your three hundred credits
will pay for the flight but none of it goes into my pocket.”
“How soon can I leave?” He questioned.
“I’ve got a flight that leaves this afternoon at
two,” Robert answered. “It will land in
again in
“I’ll take it,” Heero said.
“I’d suggest staying up here in the room until
plane,” Robert said taking the three hundred credits from Heero.
there I’d suggest moving on to
would be able to find you there. Good
luck from whatever you’re running from.”
‘I’m not running,’ Heero thought to himself as
Robert left the room and he lay down for a nap.
‘I’m just taking time out for control.
I just need to cleanse myself.’
cleansing 01?
sardonic voice asked.
Where will you hide then 01?
‘I’m not hiding!’ He growled mentally.
you’re nothing without the mission.
‘I’m more!’ He screamed, but if it was aloud or
internally he did not know and finally he fell into sleep.