Crying To The Walls
part 11
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Bah!
Long part! Took a while to write -_-; But please! I’m warning you!
DON’T READ THIS PART IF YOU ARE TOO SENSITIVE!!!!!
It’s NOT a
deathfic, but still, it is a little disturbing... *goes to hide before readers
will kill her*
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PART ELEVEN
*
* *
“Sir?” Shelly called
warily as she knocked on Duo’s office door, for the third time. “Sir, are you
there?”
There was no answer,
and the young woman sighed, shifting a few heavy folders in her hands. “Sir,
Manx wanted me to bring you this from the top floor.” She listened, waiting for
an answer. “Sir?”
But there was nothing
to answer her besides the blank stare of the door.
Sighing, she looked
down at her watch, seeing that it was nearly twelve o’ clock. “Maybe he’s out
for lunch...” She mumbled and walked a She She stopped for a minute, a frown on
her face. She looked over her shoulder, at Duo’s office, and her frown deepened,
eyes shimmering with worry. “Where are you... Duo?”
*
* *
Duo moaned miserably
and stirred, fighting to open his eyes. He could feel dry blood cover the left
side of his face, making the task more difficult. He tried to reach a hand down
to wipe the blood away, but found that he could do no such thing. He frowned,
moaning in displeasure, and tried again, putting more force into it.
His movements were
followed by the sound of rattling chains, and Duo’s eyes snapped open, looking
around in shock. He moved his aching head up, and saw the source of the
metallic noise.
He was tied up to a
set of chains, which were dangling down of the ceiling. His arms were stretched
high above his head, held by the metallic restrains, while his feet dangled a
few centimeters above the floor.
He looked down,
wincing at the pain it caused, and saw that his shirt had been taken off, and
he is bear foot. He frowned, his numb mind trying to figure how he had gotten
to this position.
Something cold and
metallic touched his neck, and Duo flinched, head jerking up.
“Awake already?” A
deep and low voice snarled in amusement, and the cold metal was pressed deeper
into Duo’s neck. “What a pity.” The voice continued, and Duo winced as his skin
broke, blood trickling down the small cut. “I was hoping for a few more hours
with my lover...”
Duo’s head snapped up,
eyes wide. He looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on the large bed in the
center of the bedroom. Their bedroom.
center of the bed, apparently unconscious. His legs were spread wide apart,
each one of his frail ankles chained to the corners of the bed. His arms were
lifted high above his head, handcuffs holding them still, chained to the
headboard.
He gasped and
struggled in his restrains, trying to free himself. “HEERO!” He called, yanking
at the chains. “Heero! GOD DAMN YOU JOHNSON! LET HIM GO!”
“Now why would I do
that?” The man asked in amusement, and Duo’s eyes flashed with anger.
He felt the man move
behind him, pressing the knife closer to his neck. He leaned his head back a
little, trying to escape the blade, and found himself leaning against Johnson’s
body. He growled in anger, pulling at his chains. “I’ll kill you! I swear to
God I will! Let Heero go!”
Again the man laughed
darkly, moving closer to the braided boy. He brought the hand with the knife
over Duo’s shoulder, hugging his neck and pressing the sharp blade against the
white skin. He felt the boy’s body tense at the cold touch and chuckled to
himself.
“You’re almost as fun
as he is...” He mumbled, leaning his head to rest on Duo’s shoulder.
Duo’s eyes widened.
“You smell like him
too...” The man whispered, brining two hands around Duo’s waist, pulling him
closer into his hold.
Duo wriggled in the
man’s hold, pulling the chains as hard as he could. But it was no use.
“Your scent...” The
man murmured softly, nuzzling his face in Duo’s neck. “...it’s sweet, almost
like his...” He slowly brought the knife back to the firm neck; using the sharp
blade to wipe some blood off the wound he had cause. “Why is that..?” He
continued, rocking the boy from side to side, while brining the knife up to his
own mouth. He licked the crimson blood off the blade, eyes glistering with a
mad gleam. “Is it because YOU SPENT THE NIGH WITH HIM?!?!?”
“URGH!” Duo winced in
pain as Johnson pressed the knife deeper into his neck. He panted, trying to
control the pain as he felt the blade cut his skin, making a large, but yet
shallow, cut on his neck. He shut his eyes tight in pain, feeling the blood
flow out of the open wound.
“J-Johnson... you...
sick... bastard...” He breathed, looking at Heero’s sleeping form through half
lidded eyes.
The man just snorted,
and tightened his hold around Duo’s waist. “A sick bastard? Me?! YOU ARE THE
ONE WHO TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME!!!”
“URGHHH!!!” Duo cried
as the man kicked him forcefully from behind.
“WHAT RIGHT DO YOU
HAVE TO TAKE WHAT IS MINE?! NO ONE TAKES WHAT IS MINE! NO ONE!”
“HEERO’S NOT
YOURS!!!!!” Duo shouted back, ignoring the pain and the throbbing of his neck.
“Ahhhh...” A weak moan
cut through the sudden silence of the room, and both men looked up at the bed.
Duo closed his eyes
sadly.
Johnson smiled darkly.
*
* *
“And he’s not in his
office?”
“No, ma’am. He’s
nowhere in the building.” Shelly confirmed, shifting uncomfortably from side to
side. “He’s not answering at home either.”
Sitting behind her
desk, Une frowned, placing her pen down. “Did you check if he’s on assignment?”
She asked, turning to her computer. She typed a few things quickly.
“No ma’am. But I am
pretty certain that he isn’t.”
“Well, there’s nothing
on my files either, but you know Maxwell, he might have ran off without filing
his paperwork.” She sighed and turned back to face the girl. “Why won’t you
leave the files at Yuy’s office? As far as I know, his resignation isn’t valid
until Friday.” Une suggested and prepared to get back to her work. “Then go
down to section six, try to find out where Maxwell ran off to.”
Shelly swallowed,
bowing her head sorrowfully. “That’s the thing, ma’am. A.D Yuy is also
missing...”
*
* *
Slowly, Heero began to
wake up, his numb mind struggling for consciousness. He moaned a little,
turning his head aside, trying to clear the fog that covered his hazed miHe
He
felt ill, nauseous; a feeling he knew was caused from being drugged. But who
would drug him? What happened to him? Where was Duo?
“Good morning,
Hure...”
At the sound of
Johnson’s voice, Heero’s eyes shot open, and he gasped. His wide blue eyes scanned
the room quickly; dread reflecting in the dark-blue orbs. He gasped when he saw
that awfully familiar face invade his line of sight. And that smirk... those
mocking eyes... those hurting lips... They were all looking down at him in a
sickening expression.“J-J-Johnson...” He
croaked feebly, trying to move his hands. The rattling of chains soon followed
and Heero’s eyes darted up, at the direction of the headboard. He couldn’t see
his hands, but he could feel his wrist throder der the tight restrains.
Whimpering, Heero
closed his eyes and turned his head away. “Duo? A... a dream..?”
dream.” Johnson’s low voice snarled, and Heero tensed as he felt the man run
his hands down his body, sneaking underneath his shirt. “Soon you will come to
know how REAL this dream is, Hure...”
A weak cough was heard
fromewheewhere back, and then: “...Heero...”
Heero’s eyes snapped
open.
“Duo!”
Johnson chuckled
darkly, moving away from the bed. “Yes, Duo. Your precious little Duo.He
He
snarled, slowly approaching the braided boy. “How you’ve missed him...” He
continued mockingly, brining his knife out.
Heero’s eyes widened.
“It was always ‘Duo
this’ and ‘Duo that’...” The man continued, coming to stand behind Duo. “You
were always thinking about h.” J.” Johnson sighed dramatically, brining the
knife up to the boy’s neck. “Always dreaming about him...”
Duo growled.
The knife came closer.
“And never about
me...”
“Duo!” Heero called
with all the strength he could gather, trying to raise himself off the bed. He
gasped as he found that he could not move his legs. They were tied up as well.
Johnson chuckled.
“Always the frisky one, aren’t you?” He turned to face the struggling boy on
the bed, a mad gleam in his eyes. “Did you miss your little play things?”
“JOHN!!” !!” Duo
suddenly called, trashing wildly in his restrains. He growled and cursed in
frustration as he found that the cuffs didn’t even creak under his assault.
And Johnson laughed
on. “Ooh... did Heero forget to tell you about his play things?” He asked,
shifting the knife up and down Duo’s neck, as if caressing the tender skin.
“Did he not tell you how much he enjoyed his GUNDANIUM toys?”
Duo’s eyes widened.
“Gundanium?!”
On the bed, Heero had
ceased struggling, tears filling his eyes. “Duo...” He perepered brokenly, the
pearly tears sliding slowly down his pained features. “I’m sorry...”
Again Johnson chuckled
as if it was a joke Heero was telling. “Sorry? Why should you be sorry? You
wanted Duo, didn’t you? And here he is!” The man continued madly, slowly wiping
the blood with the sharp blade. He reached up, smearing the crimson fluid on
Duo’s cheek. “Just like you wanted...” He whispered, his eyes not leaving
Heero’s as he smeared Duo’s blood on the boy’s features. “And you say that I
never do anything for you...” He whined with a mock-pout, his eyes gleaming
madly. “I do it all for you. Can’t you see it Blume? I do it for you... cuz
you’re mine...”
* *
“What do you mean he’s
not here either?!” Une burst, jumping out of her chair. “I made it PERFECTLY
clear that he’s supposed to be here until the end of the month! Where are those
two when you neeem!?em!? I can’t believe this!” She raged, picking up her
phone.
Shelly bowed her head,
trying to remain calm under Une’s anger, which was never an easy thing.
“Section six main
office. How may I direct your--“
“Patch me through to
surveillance!” Une cut the woman off, her voice pissed.
“Just a moment
please.”
Une rolled her eyes,
her fingers drumming impatiently on her desk.
“I’m sorry, but Fritz
Johnson is not here right now. Should I direct you to the second offi--”
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slamming the phone down. “WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE?!?!?!”
*
* *
“D-Duo...” Heero
called, closing his eyes slowly. He let the tears flow down freely, helpless in
his restrains. “I’m so sorry Duo...” He shook his head from side to side,
whimpering silently. “D-Don’t hurt him... please don’t hurt him...”
“Johnson.” Duo’s voice
sounded cold and composed, his violet eyes deadly and serious. “Let. Him. Go.”
The German chuckled.
“You seem to forget who’s holding the knife here.”
Duo grinded his teeth
as he felt the blade tease his skin once more, tracing his features, leaving
bloody marks behind it. “Let. Him. Go!”
“J-Johnny...” Heero
pleaded, watching the man with tearful eyes. “No... don’t... please...” He
tried to reach out a hand towards him, but was reminded of the handcuffs once
again. “Please don’t...”
“Oh? Don’t what?”
Johnson asked dumbly, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t do... THIS?” And he sunk the
blade into Duo’s left cheek.
The braided boy choked
out a small cry of pain, biting his lower lips to keep himself from shouting.
“No! Please!” Heero
called, trying to get up, but ending up slumped on the bed. He coughed weakly.
“Please... don’t hurt... don’t hurt Duo...”
“Oh, so now you’re
telling me what to do?!” The man called angrily, shifting the knife back
to Duo’s neck.
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“NO!” Heero cried,
panicked. “No! I’m not... I’m not saying anything... please... just... just
come to me...” He begged, looking up at Johnson with pleading eyes. He parted
his legs even more if humanly possible, lifting his hips up teasingly.
“Please... just come to me... leave Duo alone... come to me...”
A wicked smile touched
the man’s lips, his eyes flashing darkly as he eyed the boy’s rocking hips. He
licked his lower lips slowly, his breath shortening. “You want me to come
over?” He asked huskily.
“Yes... yes... please
come...” Heero begged, tears still sliding down his face. He locked his gaze
with Johnson’s, his eyes suddenly devoid of fear, plea and dread. He looked
bravely into the man’s eyes, his gaze numb and empty; silently inviting the man
to come and do as he pleased.
Johnson’s smile grew,
and he chuckled to himself. “Humph! All right, Hure, I’ll come.” He said,
releasing his hold around Duo’s neck.
“Heero- no!” Duo
called and then yanked at his chains again. “It’s not worth it! Please! Heero!”
He trashed left and right, tears of frustration filling his amethyst eyes. He
could hear Johnson laugh from behind, and he closed his eyes, whimpering in
frustration. “Johnson! Don’t you dare touch him! Don’t you dare!” He shouted
over and over, even though he knew he was helpless.
Heero saw the man eye
his love with annoyance, and decided to act quickly. “Johnny!” He called as
hard as he could. “I want you to come! Johnny!”
“Oh? You want me to
come?” The man snarled, taking a step away from Duo, but still standing behind
him. He lifted the knife, the blade reflecting in his sinister eyes. “Oh, I’ll
come alright...” He chuckled, his other hand flying towards Duo’s head.
“URGH!” Duo choked out
as his head was flung backwards, Johnson’s hand holding him by the root of his
braid, pulling his head back forcefully.
“I’ll come...” The man
mumbled, leaning down to look at Duo’s face. He smirked as he saw those
bloodied features were covered with pain. Both physical and emotional.
He raised the knife
up, tightening his fists around Duo’s hair. “I’ll come and teach you a
lesson...” He whispered in a sick voice, looking mockingly into Duo’s half
lidded eyes. “I’ll teach you BOTH a lesson!”
And the knife
descended.
A loud whooshing sound
was heard.
“URGHHHHH!!!!!”
And then, silence.
For a few long
moments, all Heero could do was stare.
Wide blue eyes, glazed
over with pain and tears.
And then finally, this
force, powerful and overwhelming, burst from deep inside of him:
“IIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*
* *
“It’s just so weird.”
Shelly sighed, putting the thick folders on the table as she sat down. “How can
they all disappear like that?” She continued, looking up at her friend.
Her friend, an older
secretary, shrugged and opened her bag of ketchup. “Don’t look at me, I’m stuck
down in section five all day. I even forgot how the skies look like...” She
snarled, pouring the red sauce over her large plate of fries.
Shelly sighed and
leaned one elbow on the table, deep in thought. “It was always so weird between
them...” She mumbled in thought, ignoring her own lunch, which was set on the
table.
“Are you gonna eat
that?” Her friend asked dryly, pointing at her meal.
“Huh? Oh, no.” Shelly
mumbled, and sunk back into her musings. “I mean, I always knew of the rumors,
and I had no problem with it. I’m almost sure that they werue..ue... as much as
it hurts to admit it...”
“I never understood
what you saw in him anyway.” Her friend commented matter-of-factly, taking the
salut out of Shelly’s meal and taking the burger to herself.
The young woman
sighed, looking down at the folders. “Well, he was always so willing to help,
and he always smiled when I came to his office. I just wish that... that he
would have smiled at me the way he smiled at him...”
Her friend looked up
at her, but didn’t lift her face from her plate. “Are you even listening to
yourself? You sound like a love sick teenager!”
Again the girl sighed.
“I know... But... but I was happy for them. They’re a great couple... He’s
always so happy...”
“You’ll be happy too
if you were dating the A.D, honey.” Her friend snarled, adding TONS of chili
sauce to her meal.
Shelly ignored her,
her fingers playing with the tip of the folders. She smiled to herself. “I made
it a hobby to listen to them when they were on the phone. It warmed my heart...
they love each other so much...”
mean loved.” Her friend reminded her, picking up the burger she had made
herself. “Things like this don’t last long.” She continued as she took a large
bite of her meal. “Just like with me and my third, no- fourth –
husband...” She added with her mouth full of food. She rolled her eyes. “That
jerk! Treated me like a God damned toy, I tell ya!” She reached to add more
chili to her fat
“No... I don’t think
it’s over. Not what those two have between them...” She turned to her friend,
smiling. “I believe in them, and I believe in love.”
“Chk!” Her friend
snorted, rolling her eyes. “Girl, you won’t be believing in love after you were
married to one Fritz Johnson!” She snarled, and reacto dto drink form
her diet coke. “Fucking jerk...”
Shelly sighed and her
face fell downcast. “Maybe I’m too naïve...” She thought out loud, shrugging.
“But I’ll believe in th--“
Suddenly, her eyes
widened and she jumped out of her seat. “I’ll be right back!” She hurried to
say, already running out of the cafeteria.
Her friend raised her
eyebrow, but then shrugged. She reached back to her diet cola, shaking her head
as she drank. “Fucking jerk...”
*
* *
“NO! NO! NOOO! YOU
JERK! YOU FUCKING JERK! WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!?” Heero cried over and over,
shaking his head frantically from side to side.
In the other side of
the room, Johnson smirked. He shifted the knife in his hold, casting a blinding
ray of light on the limp body that hung before him.
Heero panted wildly,
his shocked blue eyes still gaping at the sight before him.
Still held up from the
ceiling, Duo’s body hung limp and lifeless, his head hanging low, chin to
chest, his legs dangling lifelessly from side to side. Tears and blood were
running down his pale cheeks, his eyes closed and his expression forlorn.
Behind him, still
smirking, was Johnson. In one hand he was holding his knife, in the other, he
was holding Duo’s braid.
The lush and beautiful
chestnut braid was violently ripped off its owner, leaving the once braided
boy’s face gray with sickness and shock.
“HOW DARE YOU DO
THAT?! HOW DARE YOU!?!?” Heero screamed, trashing wildly on the bed. “How dare
you..?” He cried, his tears running freely. “How dare you...”
From behind a hazy
cloud of shock, Duo could hear Heero’s cries. He knew that he should wake up,
should snap out of, should go and try to help his love, but he could do no such
thing. It was this cold feeling that spread inside of him, preventing him from
overcoming what had happened.
His hair.
Johnson cut his hair.
He always had his
hair... it was a constant in a world of chaos... a friend in a time of
loneliness... a comfort at a time of need...
It was his, and now
that man took it away.
Just like he took
Heero.
He took everything.
Everything he ever
loved and cherished.
“...Duo... please!”
Heero...
He was crying... his
love was crying, calling him, pleading him...
Heero... no... don’t
cry...
“...URGH! Please!”
Heero...
“SHUT UP!”
“URGH!”
Heero!
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
SHUT UP!”
“URGH! URGH! URGH!
DUO!!!”
HEERO!
Violet eyes shot open.
“PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE!
DUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Duo’s head snapped up.
“HEERO!”
“DUO!” Heero’s
tear-choked voice called, and then there was another sound, louder and harder.
CRACK!
The sound of a whip.
“HEERO!” Duo screamed,
yanking at his chains with a newfound power. “HEEEEEROOOOO!!!!”
CRACK!
“URGH!”
"HEERO!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP
MAXWELL!!!!” Johnson’s voice yelled, as he raised the whip back up in the air.
Duo’s eyes widened.
It wa whi whip.
It was his hair.
CRACK!
“URGHHHHH!!!!”
“JOHNSON YOU FREAK!
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!?”
CRACK!
“URGHHHHH!!!!!” On the
bed, Heero trashed and squirmed in pain. He cried and he sobbed as thousands of
thin and sharp hairs crashed onto his skin, breaking the tender flesh with a
thousand and one small whips. Blood trickled from the various cuts and hair-thin
slashes, soaking the white bed with crimson fluid.
“JOHNSOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!”
CRACK!
“STOOOOP IIIIIT!!!!”
CRACK!
“THERE’S GONNA BE MORE
FOR EACH WORD THAT COMES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH MAXWELL!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“URGHHH!!! D-D-Duo...”
CRACK!
“AHHHHHH!!!!!” Heero’s
screams were getting louder and louder, his voice hoarse from shouting. Tears
and blood mixed on his pale features, his eyes shut tight in torment.
CRACK!
More of the thin
chestnut hairs descended on his abdomen, and he screamed, body jerking up in
pain. Thousands of lond tnd thin cuts appeared on his body, ranging everywhere,
from his feet and to his neck. There wasn’t a hair-thin spot on his body that
wasn’t covered with bloody cut and gashes, his clothes long torn and shredded.
“D-Duo...” He cried
feebly, looking up at his love. “...h...e...l...p...”
“YOU TOO HURE! NOT A
WORD!” Johnson shouted, lifting the blood soaked braid up in the air.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”
Duo screamed, struggling wildly in his chains. But it did little good.
“Johnson! Stop it! PLEASE!”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“YOU JUST KEEP TALKING
MAXWELL!”
CRACK!
“PLEASE! JOHNSON! I’M
BEGGING YOU! STOP HURTING HIM!!!! PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!!”
By now, Heero had run
out of the strength to cry out. He lay there, helpless, as the whip descended
over and over on his frail body. He cried and he sobbed and he howled in pain.
He called his lover’s name over and over, merely breathless whispers that
escaped his lips.
But there was no help
and there was no one who could stop the pain.
In his imprisonment,
Duo could do nothing but be there and watch, tearful violet eyes full of shock
and pain. He kept his mouth shut, not wanting to say anything that will bring
Heero more pain. As Heero’s screams and pleas became more desperate and
pathetic, Duo closed his eyes and looked away, unable to take anymore of this.
He let his head drop limply down, his eyes closed, tears still flowing out.
“Please... let him
go... please... I’ll do anything... anything... please...”
But the hair-made whip
kept descending forcefully down.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK!
On the bed, Heero fell
silent, unable to call out anymore. He continued lying their motionlessly,
receiving the blows.
“I’LL SHOW YOU TO WHOM
YOU BELONG HURE! I’LL SHOW YOU!” Johnson screamed as he kept hitting the boy,
swinging Duo’s braid up in the air, only to whack the boy on the bed once
again. The only sound in the room was the whooshing of the air and the whipping
of the hair against injured flesh.
After some time
Johnson jumped up on the bed, still holding the blood-soaked braid in his hand.
He climbed between Heero’s feet, an evil grin on his face. “I’ll show you,
Hure...” He rasped as he unbuckled his pants. “I’ll teach you so you won’t
forget...”
Heero swallowed,
licking his cracked lips in thirst. He forced his eyes to flutter open, and
looked up at Johnson with half lidded and pained cobalt eyes.
The man’s grin turned
more sinister. Darker.
He positioned himself
between Heero’s wide-open legs, his large erection dripping with an aching
need.
Duo’s head shot up.
Johnson smd,
d,
grabbing the boy forcefully by his hips.
“I’LL TEACH YOU SO
YOU’LL NEVER FORGET!!!!”
Duo’s eyes widened.
Johnson moved.
Heero screamed.
Looking around
hesitantly, Shelly marched towards Johnson’s desk, located at a small and
cramped office in section six. She closed doordoor behind her, locking it, and
took a deep breath before continuing. Once she arrived to the crowded desk,
full of papers and such, she took another deep breath.
“Well, here goes
nothing...” She whispered to herself, reaching a slightly trembling hand
towards the large mountains of paper work. She flipped through long pages of
surveillance reports, recon mission reports and such. After some time, she just
sat down on the creaking chair and began reading through the folders one by
one.
She read for about
half an hour, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Giving up on the papers,
she turned to the small computer. She frowned as she saw that a password was
needed in order to get into Johnson’s system.
“Damn it.” She cursed
silently. “Me and computers don’t get along...” She muttered, remembering all
of the times she had to call for Heero’s or Duo’s help with the computer system
on the tenth floor. She always seemed to forget the codes, or they suddenly
changed by themselves. She also would lose a lot of files and information would
just DISAPPEAR or get lost in the system.
“We DEFINETLY don’t
get along...” She sighed but turned to the keyboard anyway. A small frown
appeared on her young features as she tried to remember how A.D Yuy or Maxwell
would hack into the system and change the codes she lost. She could actually see
Heero’s hands fly over the keyboard, like an old ghost. She smiled to herself,
remembering.
It wasn’t long before
her hands were dancing over the keyboard, mimicking Heero’s. She hacked the
system in no time.
“Hmmm. Maybe I’m
having a little luck today...” She smiled to herself and began searching the
different hard drives.
But no luck there
either.
Nearly giving up,
Shelly sighed and got up. She looked down at the desk thoughtfully, trying to
see if she was missing something. Her eyes settled on a small-framed picture
lying face down on the desk, buried under the mountain of papers. She reached
down to retrieve it.
Her eyes widened
briefly as she recognized the person in the photo. It was Heero. She studied
the photo with a confused frown, flipping it from side to side.
“Why would Johnson
have a picture of Hee...” She gasped as realization hit her.
was wondering, if you could give it to him, at home. I heard you once on the
phone. I gather that you live together, right?”
anymore.”//
The bitterness in
Duo’s voice! How could she have missed that?!
“Oh God...” She let
out in horror, looking down at the photo. Her frown enedened as she saw that in
the photo, Heero was smiling. Was he happy? Hapith ith Johnson?
“But what about...
what about Duo?” She asked the Photo-Heero, her voice sad and heartbroken. “I thought...”
But then she saw that
Heero was standing next to someone, the person’s hand around Heero’s waist. But
the figure’s head was painted over with black. Her frown reappeared. She
recognized the figure. The long chestnut braid was enough to give him away.
The photo slipped from
her hands and fell to the floor, breaking.
Shelly forced herself
to breathe, too shocked to move. She looked down at the broken photo, her gaze
numb with shock. But then she saw it.
A single diskette was
peeking from behind the photo, hidden inside the frame. She slowly bent down to
pick it up, flipping it from side to side.
Without second
thought, she ran over to the computer and shoved the diskette in.
Her fingers ran across
the keyboard, as fast as lightening.
The data rolled over
the screen, reflecting in her young eyes.
Her eyes widened.
And she gasped.
“OH GOD!”
*
* *
“JOHNSON!”
“URGH!”
“JOHNSOOOOOON!!!!!”
“URGHHHHHHH!
URGHHHHHH!!! DUUUUUOOOOO!”
“YOU GOD DAMNED
MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU LET HIM GO! NOW! LET HIM GO NOW! YOU ASSHOLE!
LET HIM GO! LET MY LOVER GO!!!!!”
“SHUT UP – MAXWELL!”
“URGHHHHH!”
Between a screen of
tears and fear, Heero turned his head away from the large man rocking inside of
him. His numb gaze locked on Duo’s nightstand, watching the framed photo that
lay there. He too had a photo similar to that one, but Johnson took it away. He
took everything away. He took away the smile from the picture. He took away the
happiness shown in the picture. He took Duo away.
Slowly, Heero turned
his head, now facing Duo. The boy was hanging helplessly from the ceiling, his
head dangling limply down, and he was sobbing brokenly.
The pain in his body
could not be compared to the pain in his heart. No. Johnson’s abuse was nothing
compared to the sight of Duo crying. Duo never cries. He never cries. He only
smiles... his smile is the one that always lights up the room... but his
tears... they hurt so much more than Johnson’s movements inside of him.
Fresh tears filled
Heero’s already tearful eyes. Johnson’s movements became nothing but a dull and
distant ache. The bleeding in his heart overcame the bleeding of his torn
flesh. But he had run out of the strength to cry. He shed silent tears,
watching his helpless lover crying brokenly.
“Duo...” He whispered,
his voice barely heard over Johnson’s cries of pleasure.
“Duo...” He cried
silently, closing his eyes and turning his head away. “I’m so sorry...”
“OH GOD HURE! OH GOD!”
Johnson cried and began to rocsterster, harder, driving the Japanese boy into
the headboard.
“D-Duo...” Heero
choked out, swallowing a cry of pain as Johnson drove even deeper inside of
him, his hands descending forcefully all over his body as he approached his
climax.
“HURE!!! GODS!!!!
HUREEEEE!!!!!”
Heero whimpered,
biting his lower lip in pain.
The bed squeaked and
creaked under the forceful thrusts.
Harsh panting filled
the room.
The sound of flesh
hitting flesh.
And Duo’s crying.
“Heero... oh God...
Heero... Heero...” After hours of begging and pleading Johnson to stop, Duo had
run out of coherent words. He mumbled and wept Heero’s name over and over,
murmuring and sobbing a thousand and one useless apologies.
Dull cobalt eyes
slowly opened, glazed over with pain and tears. Heero blinked a few times,
suddenly feeling as if everything was about to collapse into itself,
threatening to fill his world with darkness. He locked his gaze on the only
thing he could bear to look aspanspan>
Their picture.
He focused his gaze on
Duo’s smiling face, and his own lips twisted up in a small smile.
“I’m sorry... so
sorry...” Duo’s voice whispered brokenly, choked on tears and hurting.
Johnson growled and
shifted position, burying himself to a hilt inside of his reluctant lover. He
continued rocking, faster and wilder, his nails digging into Heero’s flesh.
The Japanese boy
winced in pain, and returned his attention to the picture. To Duo’s smiling
face. Those smiling features that never let him down. Never. Always kind and
smiling and cheerful. Always.
He turned his gaze
towards the figure hanging from the ceiling, and his eyes narrowed in pain. Duo
wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t smiling. He couldn’t remember the last time he had
smiled happily at him... without tears or sorrow or regret in his eyes... He
was crying now, sobbing so hard that his body was quaking. Making the chains
rattle...
Heero’s head shot up
and he looked at the direction of the photo. His face covered with
determination, his eyes narrowing in pure rage and anger.
He yanked at his
restrains.
Johnson continued
rocking, thrusting in and out of his body and shouting in pleasure.
“ALWAYS MINE, HURE!
AS MIS MINE!”
Heero’s eyes flashangrangrily, and he gave the handcuffs another pull.
“NO ONE WILL TAKE YOU
AWAY! NO ONE!!!!” Johnson continued yelling. “NO OOOOONNNNEEEEE!!!!!”
He pulled the chains
harder.
His eyes were fixed on
the picture all along, studying every inch of Duo’s face, his body, the hand
that was wrapped around his waist, the gentle fingers softly touching him. That
wonderful hair he loved to play with... to run his fingers through... to brush
and braid and tousle softly when Duo was asleep...
But now it was gone.
He pulled harder.
“J-Johnson...
please...” Duo’s voice, more desperate than ever.
Tearful amethyst eyes
looking up pleadingly.
He yanked harder.
The once beaming face,
sickly colored and covered with blood. Soaked with tears. Washed over with pain
and frailty.
He pulled harder.
The metal began to
creak.
And Johnson... he did
all this... did this to Duo!
The metal began to
twist, the chains beginning to give way.
He promised he would
never kill again... he didn’t want to kill anymore... no one deserved to die...
no one... No one but Johnson!
Heero grinded his
teeth, pouring all of his rage and energy into the effort.
And the metal caved,
slowly, twisting and turning under the assault.
Heero closed his eyes
tight, biting his lower lip until he drew blood. He panted hard, his breath
frantic, his face turning red from the effort.
Duo’s sobbing, Johnson
shouting, the rush of blood in his ears, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and
his own panting, they were all getting overwhelmingly loud. They grew louder
and louder, faster and deafening.
Flesh against flesh.
A sob after sob.
A thrust after thrust.
A shout after shout.
The rushing of blood
and the beating of his heart.
One beat.
Two beats.
The handcuffs began to
crumble.
Three beats.
Four.
And then a loud CRACK!
The snapping of metal
and Heero’s cry of pain.
“JOHHHHHHHNNNNNSOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!”
He flung his hands
high in the air, two wrists still clad in the Gundanium cuffs. The chain was
broken though, twisted sharply at the edge of each cuff.
“LET ME
GOOOOOO!!!!!!!” He screamed, throwing his hands down at the man’s body.
Flesh ripped and tore,
the so-called unbreakable metal entering the sweaty flesh in one, quick,
thrust. Blood gashed out of the wounds, and Johnson screamed.
“HURE! I’LL KILL
YOU!!!”
“No! No! NOOO!!!”
Heero cried, withdrawing his hands only to stab the man again and again. Blood
splattered all over the bed and on Heero’s face, hands and body. But he kept on
stabbing. “TEME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!” He cried
with each hit, digging the torn chains deep into the man’s chest, feeling them
brush against the ribs and puncture the lungs.
Johnson gasped,
coughing out blood. “Wh---y you..!” He choked, raising his hands up to hit
Heero.
“NO! NOT ANYMORE!
NO!!!” The boy screamed hysterically, swinging his hands up to Johnson’s head.
He hit him hard on the temples, impaling his skull with the sharp metal.
With a choked cry, the
German collapsed on the bed.
In the other side of
the room, Duo watched, his gaze stunned and his face drained of color. He
watched in horror as Heero kept hitting the man, long after he had collapsed
down on Heero’s body.
“I’M NOT YOURS!” Heero
screamed as he punched the man’s back, the sharp end of the chains digging into
the caving flesh. “I! AM! NOT! YOURS!” He called with every punch, blood
shooting out of ugly wounds, staining Heero’s hands. “NOT! YOURS! NOT! YOURS!
NOT! YOURS! NOTYOURSNOTYOURSNOTYOURSNOTYOURSNOTYOURS!!!!!”
“HEERO!” Duo screamed,
trying to get the boy’s attention. “HEERO! STOP IT! STOP IT!”
As much as he wanted
to see that man dead, he couldn’t bear to see Heero like this. So overwhelmed
with rage and hatred, as if possessed by the devil. His screams hysterical and
his eyes as wild as an animal. This was not the Heero he knew. Even when they
were fighting, back in the war, Heero was never like that. Not ever. And it
hurt to see his usuallnd and and caring lover act like that, brutally killing
someone in cold blood.
“HEERO! THAT’S ENOUGH!
HE CAN’T HURT YOU ANYMORE! STOP IT! PLEASE!” He begged voice hoarse from crying
and shouting so much.
But the boy wouldn’t
stop, crying uncontrollably as his hands descended down on the motionless body.
Duo closed his eyes
and looked away, unable to bear anymore of this bloody sight. “HEEROOOOO!!!!!
PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!”
And then, suddenly,
there was silence.
Duo looked up, peeking
from behind messy and blood soaked bangs.
Heero was now lying
motionless, his arms lying limply at the sides of his body, his glazed eyes
looknumbnumbly at the ceiling.
Duo closed his eyes,
and sighed in relief.
“Heero...”
The boy didn’t answer,
and the silence grew longer.
Time stretched
endlessly, frozen in a single moment of silence.
The only sound in the
room was Heero’s labored breaths, as glazed cobalt eyes stared numbly at the
ceiling.
Duo sighed and looked
away, closing his eyes and letting his head drop limply down.
There was nothing.
Nothing. Just this horrible, thick and suffocating, silence.
*
* *
A soft knock was heard
on Une’s door.
“Ma’am?” Shelly’s
voice came from behind the door, and Une looked up from her work.
“Come in!” She called,
watching the door impatiently as it slowly opened and the young secretary
walked into the room. “What is it? Did you find them?”
“Well, I’m not sure,
but I have a lead.”
“A lead?” Une raised
an eyebrow, turning to face the girl completely.
“Hm hmm.” Shelly
confirmed, nodding her head. “Concerning our three missing persons.”
“Three missing
persons? Why three?” Une asked, confused.
Shelly came to stand
in front of her desk, looking her superior right in the eye. “Heero Yuy, Duo
Maxwell and Fritz Johnson.”
Une raised another
eyebrow in question.
Shelly set down a thin
folder on her desk. “I made a list. I think you might find it interesting.”
Baffled, Une looked at
the young secretary, and then down at the folder. Still a little bewildered,
she reached for the folder and opened it.
“What have you got for
me?”
“Well,” Shelly began,
slowly sitting down. “I was trying to look for, uh...” She stopped herself and
shook her head. “Well, I’ll be blunt. I had a bad feeling about Johnson, so I
went to check him out.”
Une looked at her,
eyes serious. She held the young woman’s gaze for a while, and then nodded. “Go
on.”
“Well,” Shelly
continued, watching Une carefully as she leafed through the folder. “I went to
his office, to see if I can find anything. And I think I found a little more
than I expected to.”
Une nodded, her eyes
studying the printouts inside the folder. “These are the mainframe’s system
codes.” She stated, looking up at Shelly.
The girl hurried to
nod her head. “Yes. I’ve been having troubles with the computer system for
quite some time now. Things somehow got lost, codes changed or even vanish.”
“Johnson?” Une asked,
raising an eyebrow. She scanned a few more pages. “These are the Esca and the
Anataxia cases!” She called, startled. “I almost fired Eric Roboss because he
couldn’t find these files!” She exclaimed, leafing through more printouts. “And
the hostage situation two moths ago! Oh God!”
Shelly ducked her head
between her shoulders, an instinct when it came to being near an angry Une.
“We had a rat here all
along!” Une shouted, punching her desk. “God damn it! How could he get NEAR
those files?!”
Une took the picture
with a confused expression, but the minute she saw it, her eyes widened and she
jumped out of her chair. “Get Pring, Dale and Manx in here- NOW!”
*
* *
“Duo?”
Heero’s silent voice
broke the silence of the room.
Slowly, Duo looked up,
searching for Heero’s blue eyes. But the boy was still staring numbly at the
ceiling. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to sound composed. “Yes,
Heero?”
“He cut your hair.”
It was an odd
statement, given in a weak but yet neutral voice. A voice dull and devoid of
any emotion. Like he was commenting about the weather.
“I know Heero.” Duo
answered slowly, thinking well before he said anything else. Heero was
obviously in a state of shock, and he didn’t want to make it worse. “Don’t
worry. It will grow back.”
He looked up at Heero,
waiting for ANY kind of reaction from the boy.
But Heero kept laying
motionless, Johnson’s unconscious body sprawled above him, blood running out of
open wounds, and down to the bed.
Duo was beginning to
think that Heero had passed out, until he heard that soft voice call his name
again.
“Duo?”
He swallowed, slowly
looking up again. “Yes?”
More silence, and
then:
“I can’t get him out.”
Duo winced, his heart
clenching painfully. He looked at Heero, tears in his eyes and nothing to say.
“Get him out, Duo...”
Heero whispered, his calm voice leaning towards panic. “Please get him out...
get him out of me...” He begged, his breath quickening as the sobs returned.
Duo winced again,
unable to do anything to help. He could do nothing but watch. Watch and try to
comfort. “Heero, it’s okay. Calm down. It’s gonna be ok--“
“Get him out, Duo!”
Heero suddenly burst, thrashing from side to side, trying to push the bigger
man off of him. “Out! I want him out... Get him out of me Duo! GET HIM
OUUUUUUUUUT!!!!!” Heero screamed, getting hysterical. He could feel Johnson’s
penis pulse inside of him, blood and semen sipping into him, tainting him...
the weight of the large man suffocating him.
“DUOOOOO!!!! I WANT
HIM OUT!!!! GET HIM OUT!!!! PLEASE DUO!!!! OUUUUUUTTTTTT!!!!!!”
“Heero...” Duo called,
trying to reach to Heero, to break through the hysteria that took over the boy.
“Heero, please...”
“NO! NO! GET OUT! GET
OUT OF ME! GET OUT!!!!” Heero cried over and over, trying to push the large man
off of him, trashing left and right on the bed, trying to get the man out of
him.
Suddenly, a loud sound
was heard from the living room, like a crashing of a large wooded board.
Then there were at
least a dozen of running footsteps, and the cocking of guns.
“FREEZE! PREVENTERS!
NOBODY MOVE!!!”
A small smile touched
Duo’s lips, and Heero fell silent.
The footsteps came
closer to the bedroom.
“FREEZE!”
Duo allowed himself to
smile a little, and let his head fall limply down in relief. He closed his eyes
and sighed heavily, tears flowing freely.
“DALE! PRING! GET
THOSE TWO OUT OF THERE!”
*
* *
Sitting in a dim
hospital room, seemed to be the only thing he got to do lately, Duo mused
bitterly as he shifted in the uncomfortable chair. He was sitting in that damn
chair for nearly a day now, waiting for his love to wake up. He kept watching
his sleeping angel, guarding his sleep from any harm.
Heero’s face was still
covered with bruises, his body wrapped in bandages and both his hands in casts.
He had lost quite a large amount of blood, and so a blood transfusion and an IV
were connected to both his thin and pale arms.
Duo sighed, slowly
bending down to stroke Heero’s soft chocolate-brown hair, moving a few stray
bangs out of the boy’s eyes. He smiled when he saw Heero respond to his touch,
something that never happened before now. His smile grew as Heero stirred a
little, moaning silently.
Cobalt blue eyes fluttered
slowly open, and the Japanese boy blinked a few times before becoming fully
awake.
Duo smiled down at his
love, softly petting his hair. “Hey.” He whispered with a joyful smile, happy
to be looking into those eyes again.
Heero remained silent,
looking up into Duo’s eyes. Violet looked and blue, and blue at violet for the
longest of time. The ticking of the clock seemed to stop as both young men
allowed themselves to be absorbed in this single moment in time.
Finally, after a
silent eternity, Heero suddenly closed his eyes.
“Is... he... out?”
This time, Duo didn’t
wince at the unexpected question. He kept petting Heero’s hair softly, reaching
his other hand to take Heero’s hand in his. “Yes, Heero. He’s out.”
Heero nodded his head
weakly, eyes still closed. He was silent for a while longer. He licked his
lower lip in thirst, and Duo hurried to serve some water to the cracked andolleollen lips. Heero gulped the cool liquid hungrily, and Duo helped him settle
back into the cushions.
“Did I kill him?”
Heero suddenly asked, opening his eyes and looking up at Duo.
Somehow managing to
keep his face straight, Duo shook his head. “No.”
Again Heero nodded
slightly, closing his eyes. “...good.”
Duo sighed, squeezing
Heero’s hand tightly. “He’s in surgery, and then off to jail. You won’t be
seeing him ever again.”
Heero ignored Duo’s
answer, and instead just turned his head up to look at him. He freed his hand
from Duo’s hold, reaching up for his face. Thin fingers slowly ran through
Duo’s bangs of hair, pushing them aside a little, so he could look at his eyes.
He then sadly shifted his gaze to the back of Duo’s hair, reaching up to touch
the short strings of chestnut silk.
“Your hair...” He
whispered sadly, tears filling his eyes.
“Don’t worry.” Duo
hurried to soothe, taking Heero’s hand in his and guiding it from his hair to
his lips. He kissed the pale hand softly, and then held it tightly in his,
looking into Heero’s ocean-blue eyes. “It will grow back.”
“My hands hurt.” Heero
stated, pulling his hand away from Duo’s grasp.
“You broke both your
wrists.” The once-braided boy informed him, his fingers running gently over
Heero’s arm. He bent down to kiss the injured wrist. “They will heal soon.”
“And they said that I
cannot break Gundanium...” Heero chuckled bitterly, turning away from where he
was staring at the wall, and looked up at Duo.
Duo chuckled bitterly.
He petted Heero’s hair gently, trailing his hand down to caress the tender
cheek.
Heero smiled weakly,
the bright light returning to his eyes. “Read me a story?” He asked, lips
pouting.>
A small smile found
his way to Duo’s lips, and he hurried to nod his head. “Sure.” He whispered,
reaching down to his bag. “It’s a sequel to Alice in Wonderland. Would you like
that?”
Heero nodded his head,
snuggling deeper into his covers. He turned to lie on his side, watching Duo
with shining blue eyes.
Duo smiled down at his
lover and bent down to give him a quick kiss on his forehead. He then settled
more comfortably into his chair, and opened the book. “Through the looking-glass,
by Lewis Carroll.” He caught a small smile on Heero’s lips, and smiled back at
the boy. He then turned to the first page, and began reading. “One thing was
for sure, it was the black cat’s fault...”
*
* *
Late that night, after
Heero had fallen asleep, Duo put the book down and quietly left the room, not
before kissing his lover goodnight. He walked silently down the halls of the
hospital, making his way in through the maze until he got to his destination.
He sneaked past the
half-sleeping guards, and avoided all the nurses and staff until he got to the
desired room. Like a shadow, he sneaked into the room, silently closing the
door behind him.
The sound of medical
instruments, monitors and life support machines, filled the dark room. Duo
examined the room with narrow eyes, his gaze finally locking on the single bed
that occupied the room. His lips lifted up in a bitter snarl as he watched the
silent figure on the bed, her chest rising slowly up and down, with the help of
a respirator.
Within an instant, he
was by the bed.
He looked down at the
still figure, eyeing her with hatred in his eyes. He examined the tanned skin,
the short blond hair and the closed narrow eyes with disgust. His limbs were
tied to the bed, restrained to prevent the suspect’s escape.
10.0pt;font-family:Verdana;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana'>“You don’t deserve a
clean death.” He whispered to the figure, reaching for a syringe that lay on a
tray by the bed. “No one like you deserves to die a clean death.” He continued
as he prepped the syringe. “What? You thought I’m gonna let you sleep through
it?” He asked with a bitter chuckle. “After all you did? You thought I’m gonna
let you off THAT easily?!” He whispered angrily, injecting the drug into the IV
tube. “Seriously, man, you can’t be THAT stupid...”
He stood there and
watched as the drug took effect, and the figure on the bed slowly came to,
stirring away. Narrow eyes fluttered open, blinking against the darkness. The
man opened his mouth, coughing, and then muffled out a scream as something was
pulled violently out of his sore throat.
“It will just get in
the way.” Duo commented casually, throwing the respiration tube aside.
Johnson’s eyes shot
wide open.
Duo smirked and shoved
a pillow into his mouth.
“MMMUUUMPH!”
“This will do much
better.” Duo concluded, making sure the restrains were tight enough and that
the man couldn’t fight.
“MMMUUMPH!
MMMMMUUMPH!!!” The man called, trashing feebly in the bed.
“Now, come on! You
don’t have to make such a fuss over it!” Duo reproached silently, reaching down
for another medical tool. “I always wanted to use one of these.” He said as he
examined the two paddles he was holding. “It looks so cool on TV. When they go
like- ‘clear!’ and then – bam! They like fry this person!” He chuckled darkly,
looking down at the frightened Johnson. “Don’t you think it’s cool? A fitting
h foh for you, if you ask me. I’m doing you a favor, really. Rather than rot in
jail for a few years and then get fried, I’m doing it for you now.”
“MUUMPHHHH!
MMMMUUUPHHHH!!!” Johnson called, trying to free himself.
“But,” Duo continued,
charging up the device to a high level of power. “Unlike them, I’m not gonna
fry you once. Oh no... I’m gonna fry the juices out of you until you’re nothing
but a smoked up husk!” He placed the paddles on the man’s chest.
“MUMPH!”
“Ready?”
“MUUUUMPH!!!!!!”
“I’ll take it as a
yes.” Duo snarled and activated the device. “Clear.”
“MMMMUUUUUMMMM!!!!!”
The pillow muffled Johnson’s scream. His body spasmed as it was electrocuted,
squirming and shaking in the small bed.
Duo stopped the
‘treatment’ and raised the paddles up in air.air. He let Johnson calm down for
a while, until his breathing was more or less regular.
He then put the
paddles back above the man’s heart.
“Clear.”
“MMMUUUMMMM!!!” The
man screamed, jerking up in pain.
The monitors went
frantic, so Duo tore the wires away, and set back to work.
“Clear.”
A stronger shock went
through the large man, and he began vomiting. But the pillow was still in his mouth
and he began choking on his own vomit.
“Clear.”
The man’s eyes went
wide and dull with pain, and sweat broke all over his body.
“Clear.”
Each shock was like a
heart attack and Duo repeated the process at least five times, until the sixth
time, when he went all the way. He let Johnson relax a little and then prepared
him for the last, and deadly, shock. He bent over so his face was mere
millimeters from the man’s, and he looked him deep in the eyes.
“I’m sending you where
you belong, jackass. Nobody does this to my koi and gets away with it. Burn in
hell, asshole.”
And the machine came
to life, sending a large electric shock through the man’s body.
“MMMMMMMMUUUUMMMMmmmmmmm...phhh.
. .” The man let out one last time, before his body became still. His dead eyes
remained open, looking up at nothingness.
Duo cleaned his mess
and reconnected the monitors.
As silently as he
came, he left.
“I’ll see you in hell,
Johnson.”
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Was Anyway, if you made it
that a good enough death for Johnson? I gave him SIX heart attacks in a row...
you can imagine how painful that is... And besided, I couldn’t have Duo kill
him in any other way, cuz then poor Duo-chan will have to go to jail and won’t
be able to be with his Hee-baby! *pouts* We can’t have THAT non wen we?
through this chapter, I promise to make up for EVEYTHING in the epilogue...
*runs back into hiding*