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 5
by Markanovanlink
Strong erratic beats echo through a stress tighten chest. Sweat rains down pain stricken skin while eyes stare at rope burned hands. Supported only by numb knees, Quatre Raberba Winner questioned his hands.
How could his most trusted limbs deceive him? They piloted a Gundam, wiped the sweat out his eyes, held his food and turned the pages of his favorite books. How could they? How could he look at them now? They weren’t for killing anymore. He promised his hands would never touch another war, another life, and another soul. What had he done?
The ex-soldier sat on his knees in a dark room that only contained a door, an old wooden chair that laid on the floor and a large wall mirror. On the other side of the mirror, were two cold blue eyes. Dorothy watched Quatre through a two-way mirror with amusement. ‘I know you haven’t cracked yet. You are only questioning yourself, blaming yourself. I have more in store for you.’
She placed her hand on the cool surface of the mirror. ‘I dreamt of the day I can have you. Own your emotions and control them. I love you Mr. Winner.’ She placed a kiss against the mirror and walked towards the two men she had hired. “I have another job for you.”
Somewhere in a dark alley, walks a man who can assume almost any identity. A nameless man who can walk in shadows, even when there are none. He leans against the wall and waits. He is supposed to meet someone here because they have information about the Winner kidnapping. He pulled all his old connections to get this meeting.
A tall man dressed in a long brown trench coat approached him. He looked the man up and down and removed his long body from the wall. The two men were about the same height, but the one in the trench coat was a little taller. “I know whose got him, but its gonna cost ya.”
He nodded his head in response and reached in the pocket of his brown leather jacket. He pulled out a roll of American currency wrapped in a yellow rubber band and threw it at the taller man’s feet. “One thousand now and nine thousand after his safe return.”
The taller man made no attempt to pick up the money. He started to smirk while he pulled a gun out his own pocket. “I didn’t say anything about a safe return.” He aimed the gun at the shorter man. “ I know you can kill me before I even pull the trigger. But I know you wont. You know I really do know who has Mr. Winner.”
“You might want to tell your friend not to move any closer. I know, you know I can kill him and subdue you before either one of you has a chance to blink.”
“There is no need to kill anyone Mr. Barton.” A voice called from behind the shorter man. He knew someone was approaching him from behind, but he never would have guessed it to be Dorothy Catalonia. “Mr. Trowa Barton, its nice to meet you again.”
Trowa never took his eyes off the man in front of him as he addressed her. “I wish I could say the same. Why are you here?”
She walked passed him and joined the man with the gun. “I am here to offer you a ride to go see your friend Mr. Winner. I know you will come willingly because if you don’t, let’s just say rigor mortis will be Mr. Winner new best friend.”
please take me to part 6