What is in a name
I dont play the sue me game
If it is me you want to blame
Remember I dont have money cus I'm lame
Angst and Violence
R
3+4
Plot: Quatre is Kidnapped and tortured by one of his old enemies. Will Trowa
and the others find him in time.
“Talk”
‘Thoughts’
//Flashbacks//
The Winner Kidnapping Part 2
by Markanovanlink
Trowa picked himself up off the floor. The explosion knocked him off his feet. "That explosion came from Quatre's office." He ran to the door, but the door was engulfed with flames and debri. "Oh God, Quatre!!!" Trowa ran down the stairs and out of the front door. He knew there was a balcony that led into Quatre's office. As he ran towards the balcony, he noticed a helicopter flying away from the house and a frantic Duo running towards him.
"They got Quatre!" Duo pointed to the helicopter as it disappeared. Then He ran past Trowa when he saw Heero and Wufei. Duo told the other two what had happened to Quatre.
"Quatre has been kidnapped? Who ever did this will pay?" Wufei said as he turned to Trowa with a sad look in his eyes. "We will get him back."
"I know." Was the only response he gave. Trowa stood there with eyes void of all emotions. Heero looked at him and sighed.
‘Trowa rarely shows any kind of reactions. How does he do it? I can never tell if he is mad, sad, or happy. The only time I can tell when he is happy is when Quatre is around him. His eyes seem to flicker with some life.’ "It has been a year since the war, but today we have a new mission." All eyes turned on Heero as he spoke. "Mission accepted?"
Trowa, Duo, and Wufei nodded in agreement.
Elsewhere in a dark room, a small blonde boy sits unconscious in a chair. A
slender figure walks towards the blonde with a sharp kitchen knife. The figure
stands behind the chair and places the sharp edge of the knife against the pale
cheek of the boy. The figure cut a straight line down the boy’s cheek.
"Quatre. Wake up Quatre." When the boy didn't respond, a hand slapped
the side of his face that had the cut. Quatre opened his eyes in shock. He felt
blood run down the side of his face and neck. Before his eyes could focus, he
realized that he was tied to a chair. His wrist bounded to the arms of the chair
and his ankles to the legs. Quatre finally could see clearly and looked at the
person who was talking to him.
"Quatre Raberba Winner."
Quatre eyes widen in shock as he realized who was talking to him. "Dorothy Catalonia."