Author:Lyndaura

Warnings: Heero torture, violence, weirdness, language, oh yeah, and OOC but I'll explain that at the end, right now I don''t want to give away the plot.
C&C: I accept death threats, compliments, suggestions, flames and money.
Authors Notes: THIS PART IS DEDICATED TO STEPH FOR ALL HER HARD WORK IN POSTING
MY WORKS OF CRAP! THANK YOU! By the way I have rewritten this for the millionth time. This isn''t close to what I wanted, but I am not willing to rewrite it. By the way thanks to Torin who suggested Heero torture, and many thanks to Tiff and Kayley for her support. You are amazing! And this chapter will be split in three parts to get all the Heero torture in. Sorry all you Heero fans. Oh yeah, and major weirdness, but then again, when am I ever normal? Don''t you dare say anything Pyro……

Part 7: Into the Depths of One's Soul - Part A
Diving into the Abyss

The void seemed to consume Heero and intoxicate his body. The nothingness almost soothed away the constant pain that plagued Heero. He was no longer vulnerable to the guilt and grief that haunted his heart and his mind every living moment, and perhaps even in death. Heero wasn''t thinking, just merely existing. He enjoyed being here…… wherever here was. That was something he couldn''t say previously, this was the first time in his life when
he had enjoyed existing. It was a miracle to be savored.

But he couldn''t stay. He wanted to stay…… this was the only place with peace for him. But he couldn''t stay. He didn''t know what it was, but something was drawing him away from it, something was calling out to him. This wasn''t for him. He didn''t belong here. He didn''t belong anywhere though. He was forever…….

""Heero……"" a familiar voice whispered into the bliss of the void. The slight sound among the silence nearly deafening, ""Are you lost?""

""I''ve been lost ever since I was born,"" Heero''s words came though he didn''t speak them.

""What would you say if I could give you what you want? A sense of belonging, an end to the pursuit of knowledge that you constantly strive for daily, and the knowledge of your true love, and the power that you long for. The power to save Relena, the power to get home, the power to save the two worlds. What would you say Heero?"" Heero tried to focus on the voice, but found his mind still absent. He was vaguely aware of something changing…… something moving. His mind was swirling with ideas and thoughts, but none coherent. Was he drugged?

""Who the fuck are you?"" one thought reigned among the rest and Heero found the words verbalized, though he was not the one speaking them. He could no more explain the events then comprehend them.

""My name is Peace. You may recognize my voice though, it was a voice randomly picked from your memory,"" the woman lied, but Heero was too confused and disoriented to notice.

""Where the hell am I?"" Heero didn''t know how or why he was speaking. He had no such intention to speak, and was not aware of speaking; yet his thoughts were verbalized as soon as they passed through his mind.

""Welcome to the bridge between your mind and your soul,"" Heero finally felt something solid beneath his feet. It was cold and hard…… and he suddenly realized he was curled into a fetal position.

""Is this a dream?"" Heero hated having all his thoughts spoken.

""Far from it,"" He could finally pin the voice to one person.

Katara.

""Do you want to find yourself? Do you want the knowledge that you seek? Do you want to know your true love? Do you want the power?"" Heero felt someone touch his arm gently. Suddenly he opened his eyes and a very different Katara was staring back into his Prussian eyes.

Her body was the same size, but everything else was different. Her red dress was now the deepest black Heero had ever seen, a black so pure that it could not be mimicked on any real world. Her crystal belt was gone and her eyes were a deep onyx that would put Wufei to shame. Her hair was the deepest shade of night, her lips were adorned with a deep purple, and her eyes outlined with the same. She seemed so pale now…… so fragile. Heero was suddenly hoisted up from the stone floor as he looked around. The room was pure white, and Peace stood out against the hard walls. There were two doors on either side.

""Do you want these things?"" her voice was so soft and alluring Heero felt drawn to her instantly. She was just so vulnerable and sad. She possessed a misery that could only be reflected in his eyes.

""Yes,"" his voice echoed through the room, though his mouth did not move.

""Then come with me,"" she held out a thin hand and Heero wasn''t even aware that he had accepted it until he was lead to one of the doors.

""Where are we going now?"" Heero finally felt his own mouth move, a feeling that seemed so foreign now.

""Into the depths of your soul.""

Heero was suddenly afraid. Not a nervous, scared afraid, like a child afraid to present in front of the class, but a full fear that engulfed his very being. He had never been scared before, and now he was so consumed with it his body froze. He knew what was in his soul; death, grief, suffering and guilt. He had tried to ignore and kill his soul for those very reasons; he couldn''t be a soldier and have a soul. He thought he had lost it, but now he was faced with the very truth. He had a soul, and he was going to have to face it now.

""Open the door Heero. Don''t worry, I will be right here by your side the entire time,"" Peace smiled at him, but he felt the fear only well up inside him, ripping and clawing at him, begging him not to go forth.

Heero turned to her and saw a sight that was no less comforting. Mounted on her back, hidden away from view, were two bat wings curled up and pressed against her back. They were quite large, and he had no idea how he could have missed them before, but this was the first time that he had seen her from the side. They spanned the length of her, and were quite gothic to match her attire. There were two horns, each sprouting from the tips of the wings, both soaked with blood. Heero quickly diverted his eyes and took a deep breath.

Despite the feelings raging within him, he saw his hand travel up to the door handle and slowly twist it open.

""Don''t be afraid Heero,"" the words provided no comfort or relief.

Heero was blasted with a shot of cold air as he peered inside. It was completely deserted. It was just a wasteland of ice and snow that ranged for miles towards his left and right. The only thing stopping it from expanding in front of him was a tall wall that blocked everything. There was no end to its height, and no
boundaries to its length. Heero looked at it in amazement.

""This is all?"" he mocked. He was surprised at his own sarcasm. He was barely ever sarcastic, if at all. He didn''t seem to be himself at all, yet somehow it seemed so natural.

""No, this is just the first layer. In order to get all that I told you, you must pass all the layers, mentally and physically. You must figure out what each part represents, and you must pass the physical barrier,"" Peace wrapped her wings around her to shield her from the viscous wind.

Heero walked towards the wall. He wasn''t very good with metaphors, but he knew his own soul well enough to know that this was the barrier that he put up to seclude the pain and suffering from others, and from himself.

""This is the wall that I put up to shield everyone else from my soul,"" Heero said reluctantly.

""What else?"" Peace moved beside him and touched the stonewall. It was so cold……

""And to keep it from me,"" Heero answered almost ashamed.

""Good. Now you must pass the physical barrier,"" Peace saw that Heero was starting to shiver in the subzero temperatures and drew one wing around him and pulled him close to her.

Heero felt the warmth invading him and pressed in closer. He was not usually open to physical contact, but now he needed it, and wanted it in some subconscious form. He didn''t know why he was doing these things, under normal circumstances, he knew that he would be arguing this was a dream, and pulling away from Peace, but now he wanted her close, and he wanted to stay, and he wanted to go through his soul, even though he knew what was on the other side of that wall. Strangely though, somehow the thought that he was cuddling with something that resembled a demon never came to mind.

""Are you fucking crazy? How can I?"" Heero knew that the wall around his soul was very thick, and not easily broken. He wasn''t aware that it was broken at all. No one had gotten through. At least none that came to mind.

""Think about it Heero. Who do you let close to you?"" Peace coaxed.

""No one,"" Heero knew that was a lie. He had let the pilots close to him. Not very close, but enough to see him when he was his true self, occasionally.

""You can''t lie to yourself Heero, it only works for so long. That is why we are here, to put an end to those lies,"" her solemn voice cut deep into Heero, and the fear arose again after its momentary lapse.

""Screw you bitch,"" Heero tried to cover up his fear with anger, but Peace could see right through it.

""Screw you too, now answer the damn question,"" Peace snapped back.

""I let the pilots in,"" Heero finally admitted. The hatred for himself started to grow rapidly. Feelings of being weak, and invaded set in. He didn''t want them close to him, he would only hurt them. How much had he hurt them now? He didn''t want to think of the possibilities.

""And? There is someone else……"" Peace unraveled her wing from Heero and he stepped closer to the wall.

""There is no one else,"" Heero was stubbornly quite aware of his lying.

""Stop lying Heero. You will never live through this if you don''t stay true to yourself, we are seeking truth, not a fabrication Heero,"" Peace explained and waited impatiently.

""Relena,"" Heero finally confessed after a moment of silence. Hatred for her and himself raged inside him and he struggled to keep himself from taking his anger out on the wall.

A crack broke through the wall. Heero reached and traced the lines delicately with his fingers.

""Tell me why,"" Peace placed a hand on Heero''s shoulder.

""I don''t know,"" Heero growled angrily. He didn''t know why control was so hard, he usually was in control and calm, but now he was on the verge of exploding, and he had no clue why he was acting so different.

""You know, you just don''t know you know,"" Peace had to fight back the laughter at the phrase. It was true though, he knew. Everyone knew why he or she did things; they just need to find out for themselves. ""Think about it Heero, I mean what is so different about them?""

""Fuck I hate this,"" Heero breathed deeply. ""I guess I could relate to them. They had all been through the pain I had. Duo, Trowa, Quatre and Wufei were all soldiers like me. They knew what I was going through,"" Heero was guessing, but as the crack deepened and spread through the wall, he knew that he was on the right track.

""Continue,"" Peace moved in front of Heero and leaned against the wall, her skirt rushing past her in the wind. She looked deeply into his eyes. She wanted to know how he was doing emotionally. This was the easiest of the tasks, but for someone like Heero it could be difficult to admit things that may be viewed as weaknesses from his point of view. She gazed into his deep blue eyes and saw the turmoil. She didn''t want him to suffer. If he suffered too much, he would be of no use to her.

""Relena…… she was always fucking there, fascinated with me. She saw me as hope, even though I had lost mine. She was such a bitch. I don''t know…… I couldn''t really relate to her though, I mean I was a soldier and she was a damn pacifist,"" Heero shook his head.

""Don''t lie to yourself, if you want to get out of this anytime soon, you better start forgetting about your damn pride and start thinking. You know this; you just aren''t willing to admit it. If you want I can leave and you can be stuck here until you get it through your stubborn head that lying won''t get you anywhere!"" Peace angrily blared. Her face was starting to turn red, and her wings suddenly burst open and stretched their entire length.

""I don''t fucking know how I could relate to her!"" Heero snarled, enraged by her comments.

""Yes you do, think about it! How did you relate to the other pilots?"" Peace ground her teeth in protest to Heero''s claims.

""They went through the same thing as me, they went through the goddamn war, and were fighting for fucking peace the whole time but only seeing goddamn fucking death,"" Heero answered finally letting the things out that he had longed to let out for the longest time. He remembered all the death, the blood, and the grieving families. When he had killed Noventa, and when he had faced all of his family. Heero thought about it for a moment,
""Fighting for peace, but only seeing death……"" the thoughts tore through him violently. The anger and the sorrow building up for years were finally let out, and now Heero could barely stand the feeling of guilt that he had hoped to kill so long ago.

""Exactly,"" Peace could feel the wall breaking and cracking behind her.

""All she wanted was her damn peace, but all she ever saw was death and destruction,"" Heero remembered hearing about her father''s death, and being at the attack on the Sank Kingdom. Peace moved away from the wall and folded her wings back behind her back and watched as the cracks spread like a vine throughout the wall. Heero walked up to the wall and started pounding on it with his feet and hands. Letting out all the anger and rage that poured through his heart. The crimes committed, and the hurt felt finally got their turn to wreak havoc inside of Heero.

Finally a piece of the wall gave way. Heero stared at his work of art. Half the wall was crumbling at his feet. Heero started at the hole he had made. He couldn''t see the end of the tunnel, but he knew how thick the wall that he had made around his soul was, and he wasn''t surprised. So Heero started crawling through.

What met him half way through was the strong stench of death and blood. The metallic scent was overwhelming and Heero could barely breathe. He remembered this odor. It was the odor of the battlefield. Memories that were long since buried reared their ugly head and Heero could feel himself breaking down. He didn''t know how much more of this he could take.

Heero finally pulled his head out from the thick wall and found himself quickly falling.

It seemed like he was falling for an eternity that lasted only a split second. Finally he felt his body hit something hard and the felt it give way. Although he body felt like it was being slapped, he still struggled to figure out where he was. He was surrounded by something oozy, something thick and liquid. Suddenly he knew what he was struggling to keep his head above.

Blood.

""What the fuck?"" Heero shouted, disoriented.

He was swimming in blood. The thought was disturbing and enough to cause him to start panicking. Death surrounded him on all sides. The smell, the feel, the very though controlled him. He could feel himself start to hallucinate, seeing things that weren''t there. The dead bodies, hearing the screaming, the memories took hold of him as he struggled to decipher what was real and what was not. Then the thought occurred to him that maybe he had the power to make his fears appear. He tried to stop thinking and concentrate on swimming, and he finally started to calm down somewhat as the illusions disappeared, but the noises of screaming, gunshots, explosions and dying filled the air.

He frantically began kicking his legs and trying to tread through the awful thickness as it invaded his nostrils and soaked through him. His hair was covered in the substance as it dripped into his eyes. He tried desperately to
rid himself of the salty metallic taste but found his efforts to only cause more blood to take its place.

Heero felt something pulling him under, something grabbing at his legs. He tried to kick at them, but a thin bony hand latched itself onto Heero''s foot and tugged at it. Heero couldn''t see through the thick mess, and tried in vain to keep his head above the blood. It thickly coated his face and filled his mouth and nostrils as the hand pulled him deeper down. Heero kicked furiously to rid himself of the creature.

He felt his foot make contact with something soft and it easily gave way. Whatever had been pursuing him before stopped their efforts. Heero used his last ounce of energy left and swam to the surface. Heero tried to wipe the blood from his eyes, but the blood only smeared across his face, and was quickly replaced with more.

Heero felt along blindly for something, anything to hold onto. Another object brushed past his foot and he tried his best to maneuver his leg away from it, but the thick blood made every motion tedious and strenuous.

Finally Heero felt something solid brush past his fingers. He tried to grasp the object, but found it to be soft and silky like……

Hair.

Heero didn''t care that his eyes were thoroughly soaked in blood and opened his eyes to see his own head bobbing up and down staring at him through dead and unseeing eyes. His skin was so pale, yet coated with dried blood. Heero went into another panic and tried desperately to swim away from the head. The eyes continually stared at him, blank and bloodstained.

""Peace! Peace!"" Heero called out, ignoring his pride and recognizing his helplessness. He hated his helplessness, but he knew that he would not get out of this unless he had something sane to hold on to. He could feel his sanity slipping. He was drowning in blood and he had just seen himself die.

Did he just kill himself?

No, it couldn''t be. He killed something that looked like him, but he didn''t kill himself or else he wouldn''t be alive right now. Heero tried to think clearly, but found it difficult with all the damned screaming.

""I am here Heero,"" Peace''s voice soothed away his panic, but the fact that he was drowning in blood still gnawed away at him.

""Get me out of this fucking place!"" Heero commanded desperately, throwing all calmness aside.

""I can''t,"" Peace finally appeared beside Heero, flying slightly above him.

""How the hell do I get out of here?"" Heero shouted to her, but as two bloody hands grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him down, he lost all thought and merely tried to exterminate what was trying to kill him.

Whatever Peace said was lost to Heero as he was pulled into the sea of blood. He opened his eyes to see what was happening, but his eyes merely stung more and saw crimson.

Heero kicked and screamed at the creature to let go, but it merely sped up the pace and drew Heero deeper down. The fear was intoxicating as the realization that he was going to die burned through him. His lungs ached and begged for the much needed oxygen.

He finally bent over and grabbed the thing by its hair. He felt it loosen its grip on his legs. He suddenly cracked its head to the side and felt the neck snap.

Just like he had been taught.

The beast let go and Heero swam upwards with much fervor as he felt his lungs giving in the temptation to swallow the blood. As he broke through the surface he devoured as much air as he get, along with some blood. He coughed violently as he spat up more blood to add to the sea of scarlet.

""Are you okay Heero?"" Peace flew down so she was just above him.

""What the hell is this place?"" Peace just merely shook her head.

Heero felt the fatigue begin to take over as his legs tired and his arms ached. He looked around fervently for a rock or a place to rest, but his search produced no fruit. While Heero was seeking for a refuge, he saw something bobbing up and down nearby. It didn''t take long to identify the odd angle of the neck as the body of the boy he had just killed. He also recognized the distinct tank top, now long dyed red, and the spandex shorts. It was another copy of him.

Heero stopped for a moment and realized that everyone in the sea were copies of him.

They were all him.

Heero didn''t like what he was starting to realize. If they were all him, then all the blood was his.

It was all his blood.

""Its all my own damn blood,"" Heero looked up to Peace with horror in his eyes. He was going to drown in his own blood. He was swimming in a sea of his own blood.

""Yes it is Heero,"" Peace let a single tear add to the salt of the sea.

Heero felt something move close to him. He turned toward it and saw nothing. Then something a mere foot away from him emerged from the water.

At first it was only a small tuff of hair, but then half a head. Heero recognized the unorganized and scruffy hair and knew that it was him. The slowly rising head soon revealed a pair of closed eyes. If continued to rise until all
of the eyes were exposed, and half of the nose. Suddenly, as if for no reason at all, it stopped. Heero was frozen with a mix of fear and morbid fascination.

Heero began breathing heavily as it just floated there for a moment, unmoving and unseeing. Until suddenly its eyes shot open, revealing fresh Prussian eyes, staring right back at his with a sinister hunger.

Heero stopped moving and found himself sinking again. He desperately began to flail his limbs. They were so tired and he was tempted to just not move and drown, but giving up had never been an option. Especially now.

The clone of him became a more pressing matter as more tuffs of hair started to appear. At first there were only a few of them, ten at the most, but then more and more started to appear, until there was easily fifty.

Heero twisted his neck around to see how many were behind him. There were approximately fifty more. More and more tuffs of hair, and then heads, and half faces started appearing. Soon there were more than a thousand of them, surrounding him for as far as the eye could see.

""How do I get rid of them?"" Heero grunted through his clenched teeth.

""The same way that you made the crack in the wall,"" Peace could feel her wings start to ache from flying for so long, but she stayed exactly where she was. She knew she could only do so much, but Heero needed to take action soon. His fear was practically paralyzing him. She began to seriously question his strength. She knew him to be determined and strong, but that was when he had his cool calculating persona to help him, now he was faced with the real him, and she didn''t know if he would survive.

""This is my blood, so I am bleeding right?"" Heero knew that he would have to talk out loud in order to get what this layer meant.

""Yes,"" Peace was grateful that he was starting to talk as the bodies grew closer and closer to him.

""There are just so fucking many of me,"" Heero looked around hoping to see an answer, but only more faces met him.

""Number has nothing to do with it,"" Peace informed and then saw as some of the rise high enough above the water to show their teeth, their blood thirst and vengefulness evident.

""Shit, why aren''t they attacking me?"" Heero asked in vain. Peace was silent, but Heero was suddenly lunged at by one of the duplicates. Heero tried to dodge it and watched as it attacked another duplicate and suddenly an entire war broke loose around him. Heero tried desperately to fight off the biting and clawing animals. He tried to scream above their wailing as more bodies filled the sea of death.

Somehow the fear seemed to subside for a moment as Heero fought off the monsters. Killing one after another, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his body, rejuvenating his muscles, and casting away the fatigue.

""They want to kill me,"" Heero screamed and found a ''Heero'' near him suddenly choke and die. He found the realization that they WANTED to do this intriguing. It was interesting to see so many driven by death. It reminded him so much of himself……

""They want to fucking kill each other,"" Heero saw another one''s head explode. Heero tried desperately to think as another one tackled him and pulled him under the surface. Heero struck it a few times until it finally relented a little in its combat. Heero took advantage of that fact and brought his hand down on the other''s neck and felt more than heard a satisfying snap.

Heero finally dragged himself to the surface and saw Peace looking on terrified.

""The bastards want to kill,"" Heero saw another clone rip out its eyes and then sink below the surface. He knew the energy and enthusiasm in killing. He had once demonstrated that exact feature. Heero wondered if he still did.

""I want to kill,"" Heero swallowed as he realized the answer. He wanted to kill. He was killing his soul by killing others, but he was enjoying their death.

He wanted to kill.

He always did, it was like he was born to do it. He needed to fulfill some long lost desire to end others lives.

""I was meant to kill, and for that reason my soul is dying,"" Heero tried by Peace shook her head. That wasn''t the full answer but yet another boy''s skin bubbled off and left only bits of flesh and bone left.

""You weren''t meant to kill Heero,"" Peace specified the part of his statement that was wrong.

""I enjoy killing and that kills my fucking soul,"" Heero repeated and another body near him let out a deafening shriek of anguish and then turned to Heero with pleading eyes and then sank below the surface and was quickly cannibalized. He knew it all along, and yet he never realized it. He did enjoy killing. Memories that he had shut out long ago came to the surface. He remembered laughing after killing. He wanted, and enjoyed killing. A
dirty secret revealed itself and Heero felt ashamed. Even after the failed mission so long ago, he could still remember seeing the family members of Noventa and pleading with them to kill him.

""But part of me still hates killing,"" Heero tried and a boy next to him covered his eyes with his hands and squeezed his eyes shut and then his eyes exploded out of his head. The level of the sea seemed to be rising rapidly. He hadn''t always hated killing, but he knew the pain now. He knew what death and pain were like and he hated it. He should know he lived it everyday of his life. But he still enjoyed killing. He was certainly an enigma.

Loves to kill, hates death.

""Only part of me wants to kill,"" Heero tried to work the words through his mind.

""You are so close, but you are only thinking about killing, what about the other aspects?"" Peace tried to guide. She hated how close he was, but at this rate he would never get it.

Another ''Heero'' lunged at him and Heero tried to fight off his violently abusive hands as they tore at his face. Heero finally found his concentration and grabbed his neck and broke it easily with a satisfying snap.

As he did that, the level of the blood raised another inch. Heero struggled to tread the water again, and got himself high enough above the water to breathe again.

""Why did the blood just raise so fucking high?"" Heero asked Peace angrily. He had nearly died again.

""Think about what you just did Heero,"" Peace instructed.

""I just broke his neck,"" Heero whispered to himself, ""I just broke his neck,"" Heero repeated louder. It hurt his soul to kill himself.

""I''m killing myself,"" Heero spoke and three more clones'' heads exploded.

""My soul is dying because when I kill, I kill myself,"" Heero tried and two more clones died gruesome deaths.

""Think about it Heero, when do you kill yourself?"" Peace tried, she was as helpless as Heero, and she hated it with a passion.

""You bitch, why can''t you just tell me?"" Heero rubbed his head. It was hurting due to all the screaming around him.

""You have to figure it out for yourself or else you will not get what I promised you,"" Peace explained painfully.

""I kill myself when I kill,"" Heero felt someone grab him from behind and try to strangle him, but he twisted himself out of his grasp and punched the boy in the face and then cracked his neck.

""When do you kill?"" Peace tried asking a different question.

Heero thought about it for a moment. All the memories of everyone he had ever killed. He had never really sat down and thought about all the death. He always had a mission to deal with, or repairs, or Duo. He wanted to laugh at the thought, but another scream cut through his mind. ""I kill when I have to,"" Heero thought about it while he wiped brains off of his face, ""When I am on missions.""

Five more copies died.

""This is what my mission do to my soul,"" The revelation his Heero hard as he saw what his life was doing to his soul. All the death and destruction was tearing him apart inside. He had known, but had assumed that he had killed his soul. He was so stubbornly stupid sometimes. Heero looked around and saw the brutal fighting proceeding around him.

Thirty more soldiers died.

""I am in a sea of fucking blood shed by my soul when I am on missions and I kill myself, because I am killing others,"" Heero tried and another fifty clones died and the blood began to reside as the levels of the sea sank.

""There is one more thing that you have to know,"" Peace looked around and saw only a few clones left. All of the had been either kill by Heero or each other.

""What?"" Heero was finally starting to catch his breath. The fatigue on his mind, and his body was wearing him thin.

""Think about killing yourself and killing others,"" Peace bit her lip absentmindedly.

Heero thought for a moment. When he was on a mission, he was killing himself when he killed others. When he was on a mission he was killing himself. Heero''s thoughts traveled to the self-destruct button that felt so familiar in his hands.

""I''m fucking self-destructive,"" Heero finally spoke and Peace appeared to be relieved.

""Yes you are,"" Peace smiled and flew over into the scenery. The blood level began to drop even more and soon Heero could see and end to the sea. There was a beach in the distance. Heero swam towards it, following Peace.

The blood seemed thinner now, and his arms and legs felt more alive. He had made it past the second layer of his soul. Although physically he was rejuvenated, emotionally it was different. He was tired and needed rest. He had never been truly frightened until he had been drowning in his own blood, being pulled under by himself, and discovering his soul in order to survive, as his self-destructiveness ripping him apart. That was only the second layer. How many would there be?

Heero finally dragged himself onto the beach and saw Peace there. She was smiling. The sight was strange given her gothic look, but Heero tried to ignore it. He panted hard as he tried to catch his breath. He needed a break. He couldn''t take much more of this.

""Welcome to the third layer.""

~End Part 7A -- Diving into the Abyss~

Author''s Tidbits: I promised to explain why Heero is so OOC, okay just so you know, my explanation of that is that he had to ''leave his mind'' in order to get into his soul, remember the whole bridge between his mind and soul? Anyways, so now he can still think and stuff, but he doesn''t have the coldness that his mind provides. This is the normal self, not the soldier (although the knowledge of killing is still there). Make sense? Of course it doesn''t, this is me! Please don''t kill me all you Heero fans! Well, that was rather interesting to write. I don''t know if that was good or not, and right now I don''t care. Keep those e-mails coming please! Thanks so much! I would really like to know if anyone is reading this crap that comes out at 2:00 a.m., can you tell? Pyro refuses to come to me during the day, what can I say? Coffee…… need more coffee……

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