Disclaimers: I could say that I do own Gundam Wing but then I would be lying through my teeth.
Thanks to everyone who replied to part 7 and I’m sorry it took me so long to get Part 8 out! I hope you enjoy!
Innocence lost, Blackness ensues
Part 8
Written by: P_M
//= Dream sequence 


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// Giggling I ran through the tiny house trying to dodge Duo’s hands, “ If you actually think you can catch me Duo than you’ve got another thing coming to you!” With a grin I sped up.
“Think again Babe!” What I hadn’t counted on was the fact that Duo wasn’t going his full speed either. Before I had even made it to the back door a pair of strong arms latched around my waist and stopped me.
“Well shit” I glowered up at Duo, I don’t like to lose even to him.
“Come on babe, no pouting now. You shouldn’t start it in the first place if you can outrun me.”
Well hell how was I supposed to know he’d wake up so quickly? It wasn’t really my fault. He had been lying in our bed, naked without any sheets, now in my mind that was an open invitation, and unfortunately he sprung up before I managed to get the rope holding his hands tied to the bedpost. Before I had known it his hands were free and he was coming after me with that glint in his eyes that promised retribution.
Sticking out my lower lip I glared up at him through my spiky bangs. Damnit I had really wanted to have my way with him while he was tied to the bedposts.
“Now sweetheart, if you’re so horny that you’re ready to jump me when I’m not even awake you should use cuffs not rope they work faster.” He grinned at me knowing full well that I couldn’t find the cuffs since he had hidden him, sneaky bastard, “Not that rope doesn’t have it’s advantages of course babe,” Slapping my ass Duo threw me onto his shoulder and walked in the direction of the bed room, I was screwed, literally.
I struggled all the way to the bedroom, it’s not that I wasn’t horny but damn I was a little pissed, I had really wanted Duo tied to the damned bedposts and at my mercy. Chewing on my lower lip my mind quickly tried to come up with a way to get out of this and still get Duo tied to the best post.

Of course in a race with my mind against Duo’s libido it’s an unfair fight. Before I had even started to formulate a plan I found myself begin thrown down onto the bed I had almost had Duo tied to moments before. As soon as my backside hit the bed I rolled quickly in an attempt to get off the bed, but once again Duo proved his superior speed.

So instead of getting off the bed, I found myself being pinned face down on the bed, shit.

I gave a surprised yelp when one of Duo’s large hands settled on the lower part of my butt, he laughed at my reaction and pressed his hand down, his fingers extending and stroking as he caressed me through my pants. There was no way I was going to get out of this, hell I wasn’t sure I really wanted to anymore. I moaned as his hand continued to caress me.

I felt the back of my shirt suddenly being lifted and cold metal touched my skin, my eyes widened as the knife ran down to where my pants started to cover me, “Now Hilde-babe don’t move, you don’t want me to slip.” His breath was hot against my temple as he placed kisses in my hair.

Duo’s one hand continued its caresses as the other guided the knife; I gasped when I felt the blade begin to cut the pants off me, “Duo!”

“Hilde.” His voice held a mocking edge as he pulled up the hand that had been on my butt, with the hand gone I gave a moan at the lose causing Duo to snicker at my predicament, “Shhh, Hilde,” The now free hand grabbed the sliced pants and ripped them the rest of the way off my body. Without my pants all I had blocking me from him were my underwear. I heard a clunk from the other side of the room, lifting my head only a bit I realized it was the knife.

Both of Duo’s hands suddenly were making their way into my underwear and pushing them over my rear, leaving me completely bare to him. I cried out when I felt one of Duo’s calloused fingers into my warmth, testing me. His breath was moving down until I could feel it hitting the side of my neck and onto my shoulder, before I knew what was happening Duo was setting his teeth into my shoulder and thrusting another finger into me.

Groaning I thrust back against his fingers, “Hilde, Hilde, Hilde, never start something and then run away before you can properly finish it babe.” Duo’s left my shoulder and his fingers were removed from my wetness, just as I was about to voice my complaint I was flipped over onto my back, and I found myself staring into my lover’s eyes, the violet had tuned almost black evidence to his arousal, not to mention his hardness gave me a big hint too.

My hands which had been stationary so far went up, I ran my fingers through Duo’s hair an around his neck bringing him down to me where I could kiss him. Our tongues battled for dominance as Duo’s devious fingers made their way back to my wetness. I arched up, rubbing my heated body against his, one of my arms unwound from around his neck, I dragged my hand down his chest, stopping to lightly feel around his naval causing Duo to suck in his breath quickly.

My fingers continued their downward journey until they met with Duo’s hardness, lightly my marauding fingers traced up and down his length causing him to groan and thrust himself against my thigh seeking release. In response to my fingers Duo’s began to search me ever deeper, he moved his fingers apart stretching me. Panting from the sensations my hand left Duo’s member and traveled back up to his neck, gripping his neck hard, I pulled him even closer to me and wrapped my legs around his hips, I couldn’t wait any longer, “Duo please!”

Duo’s fingers left me and I felt his hand suddenly gripping my hips, “I love you Hilde,” he murmured hoarsely before thrusting into me.

“I love you too Duo,” Closing my eyes I let my body and my instincts take over as we danced the dance love. Duo’s mouth met mine and he continued to thrust into me as my body responded and thrust back in kind.

I felt the peak of my pleasure coming, Duo claimed my mouth once more as his thrusts became harder and more urgent, my nails pressed into his shoulders leaving slightly bleeding half moons as I arched up and cried my climax into Duo’s mouth. Moments later Duo’s body stiffened and collapsed against mine as he found completion.

Sweaty and replete from the wild lovemaking Duo managed to roll off me and gather me up in his arms, I snuggled against Duo’s chest and closed my heavy eyes. Duo’s breath was hot against temple as he kissed me gently, “I love you.”

“I love you too Duo,” With that I felt myself drift into the land of dreams with my lover beside me. //

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Gasping I sat up in bed and looked around, gone was Duo, and gone was out bedroom, I was in the motel sitting on a thin creaky bed, alone. With a muffled sob I raised my knees and hid my face against them shoulders shaking.

“Oh God Duo,” My arms wrapped around my upraised legs as my emotions overtook me and I began to sob without reserve, “Duo.”

Raising my head I gazed around the darkened room, tears were still streaming down my face, I wanted to go home, but I couldn’t yet no matter how much it hurt. I needed to finish the task I had set for myself. The night after tomorrow would be the real test, I would go up against the Assassins, snorting through my tears I couldn’t believe the name they had chosen for themselves.

The Assassins that’s so fucking unoriginal, it probably took those damned idiots all day just to come up with that. Assassins my ass they should be calling themselves the Dumbasses it would suit them better.

Breathing deep I buried my face back in my knees and attempted to gather my messy emotions, I was so damned tired and still feeling sick from having to hang all over that Brick dickhead.

I lay back down on the bed and buried my wet face into the thin pillow, I lay there still and silent until my fatigue took over and I passed out.

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Waking up the next morning I rolled out of bed and made a funny face, I swear I could still feel Brick’s icky taste in my mouth. With a disgruntled yelp I made a run for the bathroom where I could brush my teeth and try to get that taste out of my mouth.

Glaring at myself in the mirror I realized I probably should have drank a few more shots of whiskey, that why I could have forgotten that I had actually kissed Brick and sat on his lap, ugh. Briskly I rubbed the toothbrush over my teeth and tongue trying to make my mouth feel clean again; somehow I doubted that my mouth would ever feel clean again.

Stumbling back out to the room I murmured a silent thanks to god that I had bought instant coffee the other day, in my sleepy state a looked around for the coffee machine. After a minute of searching I realized what an idiot I was.

INSTANT coffee + MOTEL room = NO COFFEE MACHINE

With an irritated cruse I went back to bathroom and got some hot water from the sink mixing it with the instant coffee. Sipping the brew I plopped down on the bed grabbing an apple as I went. Looking towards my laptop I expected the news report to be on.

Hell I haven’t even turned on the laptop yet.

I was really out of it; jumping off the bed I walked over to the laptop, booted it up, and switched it onto television mode. As usual the lovely news program was on, hopefully they wouldn’t advertise that screwed up MS Joe show again, I don’t know if I could stand watching that big screwed up thing singing again.

Watching the news reporting the usual shit about me still missing and how dangerous I was, blah blah blah blah blah blah, so on and so forth, damned they were repetitive. Turning away from the screen I began to think about what I would be facing tomorrow, tomorrow I would be going to that meeting under the gun shop, I needed to plan. I couldn’t afford to go to that meeting unprepared, if things went wrong I could die, not to mention Relena would still be in danger.

Standing up I went over to my bag and began to assess all of the weapons I had, the three guards’ guns I had taken, they were Berettas, I had my .44 Magnum, the Derringer, the ammo for all the guns, the boot knife, the lock blade knife, and I had the switch blade from the Blackroom.  I would love to have a rifle but that wouldn’t be easy to sneak around with me, I needed to wear something that would allow me to hide most of those weapons, I could afford to have a few of them showing, it would be expected.

Tomorrow night I planned on killing most of the Assassin bastards, the higher ones would be kept alive; they could be used for questioning. What I could do was kill most of them, leave the ones needed for questioning tied up and left the Preventers handle the rest, however I needed to get them to handle it without them knowing I had been involved. I could program my laptop to send an anonymous letter to their system at a certain time. I would have to think about how I wanted to get this little mission done.

Striding across the room, I threw on the fatigues, my combat boots, and shoved the black cap on my head; I needed to go for a walk. I stuck the boot knife in my boot and put one of the Berettas into the waistband of my pants, snatching my keys to the room and the bike I left.

Walking through the motel’s parking lot I went in the direction that instinct took me. I never looked up; I kept my eyes on the ground as my mind raced through various plans on how to deal with tomorrow night’s situation.

At the meeting tomorrow night I could very well be under a great deal of suspicion, hell I would probably have a lot of people their voicing suspicions about me out loud, I didn’t think I could afford that. However, if I walked in acting like Brick’s girl, I suppressed a disgusted shudder, and no one would have the guts to voice any suspicions. If I pretended to be that asshole’s girl I could also afford to hang out a while before killing them all, I could try to listen and record any future plans they were making, I would have enough time to watch and deduct the ranks of the organization and discover who knew the most and who knew almost nothing.

If I wanted to involve the Preventers and give them a clean up crew job as well as handing the valuable members of the organization into their hands I would have to contact them at some time or another, as quiet as I planned to be no one outside of the building would ever have any idea as to what was going on under the gun shop. At the same time I didn’t want to meet up accidentally with any of the Preventers, I would have to contact them once I was well away from the place or very well hidden, I doubt any of them would know of my innocence, shit they would probably try to shoot me if they spotted me.

I looked up from my thoughts and felt a wrenching pain in my chest as I realized where my instincts had caused me to walk, a park. Not just any park though, this was the park where years ago Duo and I had sat on one of its many benches and talked about peace, we had visited the park often after the war too. Closing my eyes against the wetness I felt coming forth I took a deep breath and tried to gather myself before I became a blubbering, sobbing mess.

Scrubbing my hand over my eyes I determinedly walked into the park, I wouldn’t allow myself to hurt so much, I couldn’t, I didn’t want to. Once again instinct took over as my feet took a very familiar path into deepest parts of the park. Before I knew what was happening to me I was running down the path, my breathing never changed and I didn’t break a sweat but I ran as if I was being chased by Satan. I suddenly knew where I was going before my swift feet had even finished taking me there, the bench, my bench, our bench, the bench Duo and I sat on so often, the bench where he once confessed his love to me before flying off to deal with the mess Dekim Barton had created.

As the bench came into my sight, I skidded to a halt and my heart stopped at the sight on the bench.

Dear God, Duo.

He sat on the bench with his face buried in his hands; his shoulders were shaking. I stood still, afraid to move for any sound might alert him to my presence. The tears that had once threatened to spill now did, coursing down my face; I bit my lip to muffle any sobbing sound that wrestled to be heard. Abruptly I turned around and ran back the way I had come, I didn’t look back to see if I had been noticed, I couldn’t bear to look back and see Duo again, seeing the pain he was so obviously suffering from, like me.

I ran and ran; I didn’t stop when I was well out of site of the bench, I didn’t stop hen I reached the edge of the park. If I had run fast before I did doubly so now, racing through the colony streets never looking back. By the time I reached the motel room I was still crying, I wasn’t out of breath, I wasn’t sweaty, but I was still crying.

Letting myself back into the room, closing the door, I didn’t even make it to the bed. Once the door was closed I slid down to the floor and curled up into a fetal position. Shaking and crying, I cursed my self mentally, why had I gone to the park? Why did I let Duo’s pain hurt me so much, hadn’t he caused enough pain for me already? Hadn’t he betrayed me when he arrested me for attacking Relena? Damnit, I had more important things to be doing than lying like a helpless child on the floor.

Slowly I stood, walked into the bathroom, and looked into the mirror. A tear-streaked face with puffy, bloodshot eyes stared back at me; the unmasked sorrow on the face in the mirror caused my breath to catch. Glancing down I noticed that the lock blade knife was on the sink and thoughts instantly filled my mind. It would be so damned easy to just give in to all the pain and take my life, but I couldn’t do that. I respected myself too much to do that to myself, I needed to protect Relena, I needed to deal with the Assassins, and I needed Duo. No, no matter what, I would never, never stoop so low as to take my own life.

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I don’t know how long I stood there in the bathroom, I stood there staring at the fist I had just clenched willing the suicidal thoughts to go away, I would never allow myself to do such a thing whether I wanted to admit it or not I knew that my death would actually bring pain to some people, I couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t do it.

Glaring at the reflection in the mirror I turned and stalked back to the room. Tomorrow I would go the damned meeting, armed with every weapon I had, I would have an anonymous message sent the Preventers a few hours after the start of the meeting, that would give me enough time to kill off most of the people, I hope, and enough time to question the knowledgeable ones. I would wear the recorder again to and see if it picked up anything I might miss.

And tonight? What would I do tonight? I believe another night of hanging in front of Relena’s window was due, perhaps I could even actually sneak in a visit if I managed to get Heero and whoever else was in the room out, very unlikely but I wouldn’t know until I tried.

I was well aware of the fact that tomorrow night my life would be in a shitload of danger, I could die, I could badly wounded, anything could happen. Despite these possibilities I wasn’t scared, I was too emotionally drained now to really care about my life, I refused to take my own life but I wasn’t scared of being killed, that didn’t mean I would allow myself to get careless. I wasn’t scared of dying but I didn’t want to die either.

Moving over to the bed, I switched the fatigues for a pair of the black cargo pants, I would need these tonight but tomorrow night I would wear the fatigues again, I could hide more weapons in those pants than any of the other pairs I had. The knives could be hidden in the combat boots, the Magnum and one of the Berettas I would leave showing, the other two I would managed to hide somehow, the Derringer would be easy to hide with as tiny as it was.

Shit, I couldn’t take the Berettas with me, they had belonged to those bastard guards I had killed, if I killed anyone with them there would be a big chance that someone would be able to find out that those guns had been used. Hell they were probably looking out for those guns specifically since I had stole them off the guards.

Fuck, all I would have then would be the Derringer, the Magnum, and the knives. That was unacceptable, Greasy Pete knew about the Derringer and since I had bought ammo for the Magnum he would know about that too. I needed another gun, one know one knew about that I could hide. Looks like I would have to pay a visit to the black market on L2 today and if I was really lucky no one from the Assassins would be there and notice me, hopefully but not damned likely. I couldn’t afford to be recognized so that left the black market out.

Well, I did plan on going to visit the hospital tonight on the way home I could always break into some other gun shop, god knows L2 has plenty of them, and steal a few guns. Better yet I could break into a few gun shops and steal a different gun from each shop, that move would be more tactical in the end even though it would be a pain in the ass to execute.

With an exasperated sighed I flopped myself down onto my back and stared up at the ceiling in vexation, why the hell did everything have to be so damned complicated?

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After staring at the ceiling for a while and memorizing some of the cracks in it I pushed myself back up and grabbed the laptop. Fingers flying with ease across the keyboard I reset the microtransmitter program so it would record tomorrow night while I was out. I accessed the internet (damned I love wireless modems) and hacked my way into the Preventers systems. I tweaked around with its messaging program, so it would send an anonymous letter to the Preventers. The letter would come at 1:00 AM; it would hint at an organization located at the bottom of Greasy Pete’s gun shop, I gave them the addy, which planned to attack the Vice Foreign Minister as well as other members of the Earthsphere alliance. With a threat like that they would immediately jump into action whether or not the message was fake, they weren’t able to ignore messages like that. When they arrived at the scene, if all went like I wanted it too, all they would find would be lots of dead bodies and a few terrified survivors who could tell them everything about their lovely little terrorist organization.

Damn, I was good.

When that task was completed I turned to another need that called for attention, I didn’t know the layout of the place beneath the gun shop, I didn’t know if it was one or more rooms, I didn’t know how it was accessed and it there was more then one way out, I needed to know. Unlike the hospital there would be no online blue prints of this place, if those idiots were smart no set of blueprints for the place would even exsist7, of course what I had so far seen told me they didn’t have much in the intelligence department.

My night tonight was basically filled, I guess I was going to have to pay a quick daytime visit to the shop, I felt a grin spread across my face, I could already feel the exciting adrenaline rush coming forth at the thought of breaking into the shop in broad daylight when it was the most dangerous time to do such a thing.

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I didn’t bother to change before I shoved some make shift lock picks into my pocket, checking to make sure I still had the Magnum and the boot knife with me, then running out of the motel room and leaping onto the motorcycle.

Once near the shop I turned off the bike and climbed off, looking around to make sure no one was watching I ran silently into the alley behind Pete’s shop, I kept my eyes to the ground as I scanned for a basement window that could lead me to the meeting place. I found none, apparently this place had no windows, good for them and bad for me; it would limit my routes of escape and could put a definite hamper on my task.

That meant the entrance to it was inside of the gun shop, luckily for me there was a window leading to the backroom of it. I tested the window seeing if it was locked somehow and to my surprise it slid open with ease. Climbing into the window, I noiselessly dropped to the floor of the backroom with my Magnum drawn, putting my body behind boxes, thank god I’m tiny, I made my way across the room and kept an eye out for doors or trap doors of any type.

“Yes sir,” I heard the voice and footsteps coming my way, hissing in annoyance at this interruption I plastered my self behind a huge crate and waited for whoever was there to pass by. As the footsteps neared the crate I was behind I shifted quietly into a crouching position that had me low to the floor, as the steps neared even more I moved around the crate so I would be hidden from view as the person passed where I had just been, it was Matty, I didn’t consider him to be an immediate problem of any kind.

I waited behind the crate without a sound while Matty went through some of the other boxes in the small room picking up equipment Pete must have sent him back for. As soon as Matty left the backroom weighted down with supplies I slid out from behind the crate and across the floor once again looking for entrances while listening for any sounds that might signal Matty returning.

My eyes narrowed in delight as I looked behind a high stack of crates and saw a square of carpet on the dusty floor. This was too damned obvious; if Pete or Brick turned out to be the leader this would be a damned cakewalk.

I ghosted over the square of carpet and studied it closely checking for any type of trips or traps, I didn’t see any. Carefully I shifted the carpet to the side, not surprisingly there was indeed a trapdoor underneath; sliding my fingers around the edges of it I lifted the door slowly in order to prevent any noise.

Pulling the hat low over my face I made sure all my hair was tucked away in the cap in case there were any cameras down there all they would catch was a figure garbed entirely in black, my hair would have been too much of a giveaway on a camera. Once I had the trap door lifted enough I slid in, I had to be quick about this. As I landed on the floor of the dark underground room I kept low to the floor and swung my Magnum around looking for any possible threats.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I scanned the room committing it to memory, the room was gigantic, it was bigger than the gun shop itself, the only light in the room was a small stream filtering from the trap door above. I walked around the large room, it was rectangular in shape, no windows, there was one air duct in the farthest left corner, and a closed door to my right.

Making my way to the door I laid on the floor and checked along the bottom of the door to see if there was any light on the other side, it was dark. I stood back up and tested the knob of the door, locked but I could fix that little problem.

Picking the lock, I eased open the door and was met with silence. Slithering through the doorway I narrowed my eyes and felt around the room that was darker than the other. I opened the door wider allowing the miniscule light from the large room filter into the other room, not much of a change but for my trained eyes it was enough.

My eyes widened as I took in the massive stock of weapons in the room, there were rifles, machine guns, bombs, rocket launchers, the works. Unfortunately no handguns which was what I wanted, however I made of note of the location of the rifles and machine guns, they could come in handy tomorrow night if I needed more ammo.

Quickly I got out of the room and shut the door making sure it was locked once more. Running across the large rectangular room I jumped up and grabbed the edge of the trap door. Pulling myself up I slid once more into the backroom of the gun shop. The backroom was still silent; squatting next to the trap door I once again covered it with the carpet square.

Rising slightly I scanned the room and listened for any noises, when I was satisfied that I was safe I sprinted across the room and back to the window I had used to enter. Springing through the window, my booted feet hit the alleyway and I slid the Magnum back into the waistband of my pants. As I sauntered out of the alleyway I looked around for anyone who could have been watching or following me, no one, I was in the clear.

Back at my motorcycle I started it up and headed back towards the motel. In anger I thought about how limited my options would be tomorrow night, while I could access any of the weapons in their little storage room so could they, not only would I have to watch my ass I would also have to make sure no one got any weapons from that room. I could build a bomb that would blow the damned the wall shut, it wasn’t one of the main structural support walls, but then if I needed more weapons I was screwed. That could be fixed simply by taking a bit more from the gun shops tonight than I had originally planned, so that at least was a fixable problem.

However, the problem of an escape route was not as fixable, there was only way one out of that place and that was the trap door in the ceiling. Blowing my way out of there was just plain stupid, the room was underground setting off a bomb near one of the more supportive walls could cause the entire building to collapse. I would have to make sure I could get to the trap door.

This whole thing wasn’t going to be easy, I felt myself smirk, but it sure as hell would be a challenge, and I often found challenges to be fun.

Tbc…