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 4
by Markanovanlink
Four figures stood on the balcony of a fire-devastated mansion. The figures where young men who looked like they had lost all hope. "Not a clue."
"I couldn't find anything either, Wufei. What about you Heero?"
"Trowa and I didn't see anything useful either, and there is no trace of that helicopter."
"Do you think this was a ransom kidnapping?"
"I don't know Duo. If it was, we would have heard from them already. Quatre was kidnapped yesterday." Heero said with a sigh as he looked over at Trowa. Trowa hadn’t said a word since the incident.
Trowa ignored the other boys and looked at the sunrise. ‘Quatre where are you? I promise I won't rest until you are safe.’ Trowa leaned against the balcony as the other three boys continued to talk. ‘I can find you on my own. I don't need their help. I should have been there for you. I should always be there for you.’ Trowa pushed away from the railing and then flipped over it landing three stories down on his feet.
"Where are you going?" Yelled Duo as Trowa walked away from the mansion.
"I am going to look for Quatre by myself." Before Duo could get another word out, Trowa was gone.
Meanwhile, in a small dark room, an ex-pilot struggled against his bonds. A loud creaking sound echoed in the dark room as Dorothy walked in. Quatre stopped his struggle and faked sleep. She looked around the room and turned on the light switch. Her cold sky blue eyes scanned the room until they found their target.
"Good morning Mr. Winner. How did you sleep last night?" No answer was heard from the pale blonde hair boy. He didn't even raise his head to acknowledge her. "Sorry to wake you up so early Mr. Winner, but today is the day that you take your first test."
Dorothy walked toward Quatre and grabbed his face with one hand. She forced Quatre to look in her eyes. Quatre felt his body shake. He knew that whatever it was Dorothy had in mind meant that someone would get killed.
Dorothy kissed Quatre on the forehead and let him go. She took three long steps back and snapped her fingers. Two large men enter the room. The same men who had kidnapped him. "Get him ready for the test."
"Yes Miss Dorothy." Both men began to free Quatre. After Quatre was free, he tried to get away but the men where to strong for him. They forced Quatre into another room. The room had a big huge curtain that seem to separate the room in two. The only other thing in the empty room was a rope hanging from the ceiling.
Quatre watched as one of the men pulled the rope. The rope was connected to
something on the other side of the curtain. The man seem to struggle with it
at first but succeeded in pulling it. The other man pushed Quatre toward the
rope and forced him to grab it. He held Quatre's hands against the rope with
his.
"Trust me you don't want to let it go."
"He's right you know,” came a voice from behind the curtain. Dorothy
pulled the curtain open to reveal the other side of the room. There was nothing
in the room except a cardboard box with a large metal pipe hanging over it.
The large metal pipe was tied to the rope that Quatre was being forced to hold.
Dorothy walked over to the box and pick up something out of it. Quatre wasn't
quite sure what it was because it was covered with a sheet of some kind. When
Dorothy started to hug the object, Quatre knew what it was. He watched as she
kissed it and placed it back in the box. "Let Mr. Winner hold the rope
on his own."
The first man, who was holding the majority of the weight of the metal pipe,
let go first. The second man who was just holding Quatre's hands on the rope
let go right after the first. Quatre felt the strain in his arms as he tried
to hold on to the rope. The metal pipe felt like it weighed a ton. The skin
on Quatre's hands were burning and tearing as he held on to the rope for dear
life. He knew if he let go of the rope it would fall on the box crushing anything
that was inside it.
"You think he will be able to do it Miss Dorothy?"
"No. He won't. Now leave us." Dorothy waited until both men left the room before she started talking. "Mr. Winner this test will last for five hours. If you pass this test, I will let you go. If you fail the test you will have to stay and take another one."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I told you already Mr. Winner. I want to test your limitations." As Dorothy walked out of the room, a crying noise came from the box. Quatre felt his heart ache as he held the rope tighter.
After two hours of holding the rope, Dorothy came back into the room. In her hand was long leather whip. Dorothy walked behind Quatre and licked his ear while whispering, "Limitations, my dear Quatre, limitations." Dorothy stepped away from Quatre and cracked the whip across his back. Quatre bit his lip to keep from yelling out in pain. He was trying to concentrate on holding the rope and only the rope. Dorothy used the whip to beat Quatre, but he still held onto the rope for dear life.
Stinging pain and blood ran down Quatre's back as Dorothy continued her onslaught for almost three hours. Dorothy stopped hitting Quatre and looked at him. He was a bloody mess but he kept on holding onto the rope. "That's why you were a Gundam pilot. Mr. Winner you have exactly five minutes to go before you pass or fail this test."
Dorothy walked around Quatre so that she stood in front of him. Dorothy tilted her head to the side when she heard a noise come from the box. "He must be cranky. Well I guess I have to shut him up." After saying that, Dorothy kicked Quatre in his groin area, which caused him to lose his grip on the rope. He tried to recover but the rope burned through his hands. Quatre felt a pain that wasn't his own shoot through his body as the metal pipe smashed into the box silencing the noise.
"NNNOOOOOOO!!!" The former Gundam pilot screamed as he fell on his
hands and knees.
"I guess you failed that test. Oh well I didn't want a baby brother no
way."