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The Guenivere Worm Chapter 7 / 20 Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com |
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Quatre looked up groggily. He had given up standing; his feet had almost given out from all the standing. Kneeling wasn't that great, and hanging from his arms was so uncomfortable. Quatre sighed. He heard a noise outside his cell and he turned his gaze to the door. The OZ officer who had captured him was coming in. // Great...what does this guy want?...// Quatre asked himself, looking at the young black haired man. ~ ^ * ^ ~ Taulis couldn't help a smile as he looked at the blonde pilot chained before him. After running out of things to do and growing even more bored, an idea had struck Taulis. // Hey...this guy is harmless chained up...I'm alone, I'm bored...why not find some amusement with my prisoner? // Taulis grinned ear to ear. Quatre looked at him warily. "Hey there, blondie. What's your name? Where are you from?" Taulis inquired cheerfully. Quatre looked at him impassively, saying nothing. Taulis smiled. "Ok, let's try this again." He whipped out a gun and pushed it to Quatre's temple. Quatre's eyes got larger. "Now, I said, what's your name?!" Taulis demanded, a fierce grin on his face. "I'm Jacob Ronnis from California in America." Quatre's head was snapped to the side as the man pistol-whipped him. "Seriously, blondie. It won't matter to His Excellency whether or not you're alive, as long as he gets your Gundam. I know if you're lying or not. I have a lie detector." He pulled a small device off that had been clipped on his ear, and then replaced it. Quatre cursed silently. This was bad. This was VERY bad. "Now. Who are you?" "My name is Quatre Raberba Winner." Quatre stated, defeated. Best not to get himself hurt when he couldn't win this one. Taulis's eyes grew huge, and he laughed in ecstasy. "Oh, this gets better and better all the time! I can't picture anything being more RIGHT!" Taulis crowed in delight. He could ransom this one for HUGE money, and then kill him after he got paid! Or he could give him to OZ, and THEY would give him a large amount of fundage. Life was good. "Now, you WILL do whatever I say. Should you give me any reason, any reason at all to be displeased with you, I have no qualms about killing you. I almost did earlier, but I was too curious. Now, I'm not so curious. So you WILL be good, won't you, Mr. Winner?" Quatre nodded, a coil of dread starting in his stomach. What was this guy up to?... Taulis smirked happily, tossing his gun from hand to hand. "Oh, hey, Quatre...you don't mind if I call you Quatre, do you?..." Quatre looked at the gun aiming at him as this question was asked, and shook his head mutely. "Anyway, Quatre, your friends were here looking for you earlier! There were 3, sometimes 4 Gundams outside stomping around all day! I would imagine you heard them..." Taulis smirked cruelly. He saw the brief look of anguish and despair flicker through the blonde’s eyes. Quatre flinched slightly. Taulis knew what he was doing. Quatre knew what he was doing and cursed the raven-haired OZ soldier mentally. This guy was trying to make it QUITE clear to Quatre that his friends would NOT find him...Quatre cursed the flip his stomach had just done, trying not to think of that possibility. They would find him. They HAD to. "Oh! I did forget to introduce myself! Pardon my rudeness, my dear friend Quatre. I am Taulis Majeare. Just a crazy computer scientist that helped develop the worm you were trying to stop. When OZ soldiers come here in a few weeks to check on this base, I'll go back up, not only with full information on the completed worm, I'll have a Gundam, AND a Gundam pilot! I wonder how much your family would be willing to pay to have their heir back, especially since there is no chance of another with your father dead..." Quatre's eyes shone with anger, and he pulled at his chains, ignoring the sharp pain of the rough metal against his raw flesh. He felt sick...Taulis was being brutally honest, nothing more? Taulis watched the boy's silence happily. He knew his words struck home, each and every one of them. That was the way he had intended them. He knew each word struck a chord within the blond, each word confirming or giving fuel to fears that had surely risen within the Gundam pilot. Taulis was celebrating mentally. He paused, considering how best to further assert his own mastery of the situation, and the helpless, hopeless feelings surely stirring in his prisoner's stomach. He grinned widely. "Did anyone ever tell you how cute you were when you are upset?" Quatre clenched his teeth together and looked at the floor. This man was adding insult to injury...what was he playing at?... Quatre heard a low chuckle, which was slowly beginning to turn into laughter. Uh-oh... Quatre almost was afraid to look up. Taulis had his head thrown back and was laughing wholeheartedly, as if he had just heard something that amused him to the core. "Oh yes, my dear sweet Gundam pilot. Drink it in, you're mine. You can't get out; your friends will NEVER find you! Hahaha!" Taulis giggled as he walked out. Quatre watched him go, feeling very, very helpless and very, very scared. |