Worked By Time


By:Angel00


Chapter 15


Relena awoke by the smell of blood and spit. Sitting on the cold floor that
had seemed to be once a rat's home. Her hand tied up above her head the
wooden plank attached to the iron cuffs, black tinted iron belts tied her
hands. Her vision blurred, and her mind dazed. Looking around, she saw two
sets of chain surrounded in a puddle of dripping blood. The walls were the
same, black and bloody, a history of torture surrounding the atmosphere.
Looking to her right, inches away from her was what seemed a prisoner who
watched everything. The figure wore what seemed to Relena a loose tank top,
and jeans ruffled around the edges. The prisoners arms tide at the back, and
feet bound together by chains. Looking forward she saw another figure,
sleeping as it seemed, a tank top that seemed to be washed with blood, as
much as her own. Jeans ripped up in certain places, mostly around the thighs
and knees. Looking down at herself she saw that she was no longer in her two
piece suit, but a robe, that seemed to overweight her, ripped up in places
that were unnerving. Wincing she closed her eyes, and then sighed, shifting
to another place more comfortable on the cold floor, parts of ripped robe on
the bottom of her feet made her shiver as cold wind blew around the cellar.
"So, your awake." Called a voice from next to her, turning her head over she
saw a lady, mid 20's, her hair matted against her forehead with sweat. Her
emerald green eyes burned into Relena, searching from ruthless.
"Who are you?" Relena said, her emotionless heart taking her away.
"Don't act so stiff, I'm Maybelle Claire Adams, Claire for short." She looked
at Relena, observing her, 'Probably comparing me to that Relena Peacecraft.'
Relena thought. " Anita Peace." Relena said.
"What's your story kid? How you get here?" Claire asked making her voice
sound pleasant.
"That's none of your concern." Relena retorted, making Claire smile.
"Well, I'll tell you mine," Claire said. "I've been here since I was 19. I was
walking threw the park, just minding my own business. A few months ago I had
the weirdest thing happened to me, see these holes here?" She said turning
her head over to show Relena. " I seen you got that too," Her voice became
bitter, continuing. " Later those few months with these holes made me weaker
than I already was, I felt pain, and then poof here I am, like said, I was 19
almost turning 20, walking threw the park, beautiful scenery. Well, next thing
I know, these goons come, sit me in an electric chair, and then I'm back
here again. I never knew what they were doing, after the chair, the went and
injected me, and then poisoned me. Found myself here again. But unlike
yourself, I was weak, now look at me! I have no innocence. Everything hurts
me. I found out what they were doing to me once, they thought they had me
asleep with that darn drug, started talking some shit, and then went on
injecting me." Claire turned her head around, seeing Relena staring at her,
interested. " You want to know don't you?" Relena nodded. " Their Vampires,
searching for blood anywhere that they could find it... I used to do
experiments on them, study them, never knew it was real. There probably
watching us now. Well, like said, vampires. Weird yes. I guess they needed
more for the clan. Probably thinking they could have the world. But they have
one falter, the don't have those mobile suits. You've got to have 'em. The
gundams, the gundams are the winners every time. If not the gundam pilots
finish the jobs. That's why they invented that threat, and don't have
anything that can withstand the gundams. They heard about the new mobile
suits, gundamium and all. They want it, and they'll do anything in their
power to get them." Claire looked at Heero, squinting as she saw his
features.  " I heard them over talking some stuff about the King of the clan,
not married, intents to choose a bride soon. Says that he doesn't do
anything, two of their servants; Female and Male, I think it was Scott Beth
and Susan Sebastian, good brother and sister, not the same last name. Well,
they do the dirty work, either feeding themselves, or collecting blood. Your
lucky they decided to choose you to join their clan, or else you would be
dead by now. Many people have died in this cell, along by millions kept here.
This dump. Just last night, they savagely killed Isadora, my friend, the
collected her blood and then threw her body how knows where. Most people die
instantly, the king presumes them weak, boom, its all down hill from there,
you die. I was weak they decided to spare me, but I rather die then be here.
Getting injected most of the time." Claire looked over at Heero, seeing he
was a male.
"Wow, never had a male companion before. Say, you two look familiar, The
gundam pilot and that queen..." Shrugging her shoulders she quieted and
watched Relena as she leaned against the wall.
"Anyway, They change your clothes once a week, maybe two. You already got
changed, but they must have forgotten your buddy over there." Claire said
signaling her head towards Heero.
Heero woke up, feeling something on his hands, retching to scratch it he found
that he couldn't, his hands being tied back by chains. Looking around, he saw
Relena leaning against the wall, her hair collecting more of the blood on the
walls. He then saw a woman, who he thought was about 19, or 20. Claire smiled
at him, and he narrowed his eyes, not trusting anyone was the only thing on
his mind, besides the deep thoughts of Relena and Trowa.
"So, your awake. Name's..." She didn't finish when Heero repeated the
sentence for her.
"Maybelle Claire Adams, Claire for short." Heero said, " I heard."
"Then, I guess I don't have to tell you the rest of the story, It's pretty
long." Claire said looking over at Relena she notice Relena had turned her
head over and was staring at the wall.
"I guess you two know each other, what's your name, kid?" Claire said.
"Heero Yuy." Claire had a shocked expression, then relaxed. "So, It is you!
Wow, never met a gundam pilot before, nice to meet you." Claire laughed and
then Relena spoke up.
"Do you know how to get out here? When do they usually come in?" Changing the
subject.
"Well, when I first arrived I was greeted by the King himself. Handsome for a
vampire." Claire said looking dazed. Relena raised an eyebrow. Claire laughed
out of the situation, sort of reminded Heero and Relena of Duo.
"Uh, well, when you meet him you'll see what I'm talking about. They bring
you food, and even let you go and walk around sometimes but, then back into
the chains." Claire said looking up at her hands then down at her feet.
They all snapped out of their thoughts when the door slammed open, a dark
figure passed threw the door, and onto the center that lifted up a little.
Dressed in a black, silver swirled cape, and a long silk shirt that the
sleeves were long enough to touch his finger tips, coming together. A silver
chain held onto his neck, the symbol of the Clan, silver wings being crossed
over by a scythe slammed together. Long pants, reaching a few inches from his
ankles, were also black. The shirt had various black silk layers of crossed
fabric all signalized with the color silver. The coat came with al little
more silk, pieces on it falling onto the ground, connecting with a hood,
covering his face completely, his feet, cautioned with wool shoes, the toes
pointed... Pulling the hood away from his face the King showed himself. He
dark brown eyes studied the silently bodies in the room, the yellow flecks
going into his eyes once he saw Relena. Smiling thinly he brushed back some
black bangs, red being tinted on the ends of his bangs. Having perfect bone
structure, and a thinned out smile.
"Welcome, to my humble adobe!" He announced. Walking over to Relena he smiled
a real smile. Turned around to face all of them once again. "My name is
HaskHell Leeper, you prisoners will refer to me as Master Leeper. But you,"
He said turning over to Relena, "May call me HaskHell."
"Well, HaskHell, can you tell me why your doing this?" Relena said, more like
growled.
"That, my dearest, is none of your business, the only thing you need to worry
about is your manners." He said about to walk out when Relena spoke up again
disturbing HaskHell.
"None of my business? When I'm the one being tied to the wall?!? How dare you
take people away from thier homes, especially innocent people, and turn them
into zombies? What is this all about?!?! Some parade?!?" Relena yelled. Her
anger flared up in her eyes, making them grow red flecks. HaskHell had had
enough, his coat, springing wings sprang and came to full attention, the red
color wings, scull like bones flipping into black and then silver. HaskHell
turned around.
"That's IT! I've tried to be nice to you, and not beat you the first day! But
I won't stand for this you will respect me even if I have to shove respect in
you!" With that said, he left.
"Gaurds take care of her." He said once he got into the hall. The guards
nodded, and entered the cell, grabbing Relena and dragging her. With much
struggle they got her into an iron table, slamming a needle in her left arm.
With that the only thing Relena saw was the inside of her eyelids, the green
dots making her give into the blackness.

HaskHell rubbed his temples. ' I am going to teach that girl some lessons.
Then she will be ready at my full attention. She will be mine. And she will
give what I want, those mobile suits will be mine, and she will help
me...just wait and see.' HaskHell looked over at the empty thrown next to his
own. The chair, standing tall, having Spanish carvings along the side and
even at the bottom. The inside, made of red silk, and a silver crown hanging
over the deep carved arm. Frowning remembering his third wife's mysterious
deaf, he looked back over the scenery. Down the carpeted stairs to the rows of
guards standing proud, black armor and silver buttoned helmets, black combat
boots on their feet. Down again over the carpet, and onto a sliver stoned
door, carvings of dead souls and deaf in it. Closing his eyes he saw his dead
wife, he red bouncy hair, and her ocean colored eyes, always wanting peace,
full of laughter. And then the funeral, everything the same, everything
black. They decided not to bury her, but burn her. He knew she would be happy
where she was.
"Sir, Master Leeper, Sir." His faithful Companion, or son, came jogging up
the stairs and bowed deeply in front of his king.
"What is it Scott?" HaskHell whispered.
"Sir, the boy, Heero Yuy is struggling to let anyone touch him, he kicked
most of our guards down and one resumed dead. They manage to strip him down,
but that's about it, Sir." Scott quietly replayed.
"And the problem, Scott?" HaskHell grew impatient every minute that passed. "
Scott?"
"Sir, he is blocking his body, and mind, he wont give in. We are hanging
trouble getting into his mind, Sir, without that we won't be able to keep
drugging him, Sir." Scott explained.
"I'll see to that myself. What cell block is he in?" HaskHell said getting
up, and stretching his wings from anger.
"Sir, C- 6, Sir." With that HaskHell waved Scott away, and headed towards C-
6 he would deal with that gundam pilot.
'Soon, very soon, you'll see Bethany, I'll grant you the last wish.' He
thought before slipping into the darkened halls heading towards cell block C-
6.
~~~End Of Chapter 15~~~