Heero reentered the safe house after spending a few hours with the American pilot. He shut the door with a slam, then entered the kitchen only to find Trowa leaning against the table.

"I take it things didn't go to well at the hospital?" the Latin boy commented.

"Yeah, that baka just loves attention, but not as much as he like to run that mouth of his." He glanced around the room for a moment and then turned his attention back Trowa. "Are the other two still sleeping?"

"No, they're gone."

"Gone?"

"I came home a half an hour ago and I didn't see Quatre in his bed when I went up there so I decided to talk to WuFei."

Heero quickly booted up his computer and once again hacked into some OZ files, but this time dug a little deeper. His eyes narrowed as he read the document. Suddenly he stood from his seat.

"Heero?"

"Quatre's in danger." With that he ran out of the safe house.

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The blond struggled against his restrains as the Chinese boy moved the blade closer to his throat.

The commander chuckled as he watched the fear in the young pilot's eyes. "Do it, WuFei."

The raven-haired boy placed the cold steel on Quatre's cheek. His face, still void of all emotion. "You will cry tears of crimson.. ." with one swift motion he spun around and struck the OZ soldier across the face. He turned back to his comrade. "Are you okay?"

"WuFei, your eyes.. ."

"What about them?"

"They're normal."

The Chinese pilot shook his head, not understanding what was going on. He slowly unlocked the restrains and helped keep Quatre's balance.

"WuFei, why?"

"Huh?"

The Arabian moved away from the other pilot, almost afraid to repeat his question. "Why?"

"What are you-" he stopped his statement and stumbled to his knees. He clasped his hands on both sides of his head and screamed in agony. The onyx-eyed pilot slowly got to his feet after a few seconds and mindlessly approached Quatre with his sword drawn.

The blond backed away. "WuFei?!"

"I told you before.. ." the commander said as he sat up on the floor. "He does everything I tell him to. Now kill him."

A gunshot rang through the cell and suddenly WuFei felt something on the back of his head causing him to stop his movement.

Sandrock's pilot looked passed the raven-haired boy and saw his Japanese friend. "Heero.. ."

"Run."

"Heero, don't-"

"I said run damn it!"

Not wanting to anger his savior, he removed himself from the wall and bolted out of the cell. As he ran down the hallway, all he saw in his mind were the faces of the dazed and soulless WuFei and the cold and angry Heero. The blond stopped right in his tracks when he was just about to reach the exit. What am I doing? It didn't seem like WuFei knew what was.. . But Heero.. . I can't just run away. He quickly turned and high-tailed it back to the cell.

As he was turning the corner he heard another gunshot. Speeding up his pace he arrived at his destination only to find a horrifying scene before him. Heero stood in the middle of the hall, gun in hand and an unmoving WuFei at his feet. "Heero, how.. . How cou.. ." he stammered.

The Japanese boy turned his head. His Prussian eyes surprised to find the Arabian standing there. "I thought I told you to run."

"How could you.. .?"

The alarms started to blare. Wing's pilot snorted. "It was just a matter of time before they found us." he grabbed the blonde's arm. "Come on!"

"But what about-?"

"Face it Quatre." The dark haired boy said in his usual monotone voice. "He's dead."

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