(Slave to your Love) Scars of Love [Part IV: Revised]

[Leia Avenrose]

Disclaimer: I don?t own Gundam Wing?. I don?t even own the guys, now how bad is that? But I do own the storyline and some of my own characters in this small hentai story.
Dedication: To all who like and live for more?.



Scars of Love
By: Lynzi Knight
Rating: NC-17/XXX
Part IV: Illusions are Apart of Your Mind



His glasses slid down again, the fourth time that damn night. He pushed them up his glistening nose, trying not to squirm under the harsh bright lights that poured down from the high dome ceiling. Although the laboratory was empty, except for the last late-night visitors, he was extremely nervous, what having been called by the respected Colonel Une of the Preventers? to come late in the night and keep the one lab open for the men she was sending. The perspiration soaked through his black shirt underneath his long, white lab coat, while he kept clasping and unclasping his hands in front of him. He had never done something like this and could, for sure, get into some serious trouble, even if it was for the Preventers? and to help them out with some important mission, as the Colonel had said firmly. Glancing back into the shadows, he spotted the large vial settled within the core of an injector gun under the single beam of violet light.

What were his comrades going to say?

The young Princess had been found the night after yesterday, put in the bottom of some new mausoleum and then brought up again into the open to be put under strict investigation. This operation was going to be a very risky one, after all the hours had gone by, it would be considered a dangerous one.

The door slid open with a soft, quick whoosh of air. Footsteps echoed off the metal walls, floors and equipment within the large laboratory. The scientist bit down on his lower lip and hurried forward with an awkward step, as the trio of men stepped out of the shadows. The one man in the middle, his royal blue eyes tired and guarded, stared intently at the little balding man in the long lab coat. His long platinum blonde hair looked smooth and sleek under the white lights that washed down upon them.

?Do you have it, is it ready??

?Yes,? the man skilled in the arts of science stammered, wincing as he involuntarily took a step back, ?it?s ready and waiting, but??

?But what?? the blue-eyed man snapped fervidly. He was in no mood for objections this dark night.

?But it?s already been over twenty-four hours since she had died. It might not work!? He shrank back, knowing those words weren?t the ones he had come here to hear.

?We can still try it, can?t we??

?Yes. Yes, we can, but there?s a higher chance, now, of the chemicals reacting differently, might reverse the process.?

?What do you mean?? He squinted in suspicion. His pale features aged him by twenty years.

?Instead of preserving her body, sir, like you wish to do, it will only cause the elements within her corpse to decay at a faster rate, quicker then we couldn?t have possibly imagined.? He shook his head. ?I don?t believe you would want that. It would leave us all without any hope for her recovery.?

Miliardo Peacecraft brought a hand to his face and rubbed the fatigue from his eyes. Was he willing to jeopardize her in that way, with those hard consequences? He shook his head, thinking of what should really be done about this situation. Their time was limited, as were the days ahead. He ran his hand up and down his face, pressing his fingers into the tingling skin. He was getting a bad feeling about this, and it was lingering. He didn?t like it, just the way the whole area had been set up, the short call from Une and everything else, especially her death. That was something he?d never forget, nor her words. With a sudden thought, he looked up and stared at the fidgeting scientist. He took in the pale blue eyes, the half crown of rust-colored hair around his bald head, the little square silver glasses sitting on his sweating nose, and the way he squirmed under the intense light.

You?d think that Relena was here now herself, in the flesh, Miliardo mused grimly. He looked back at the two men with him, eyed the way their stiff bodies didn?t move an inch. He nodded, silently knowing that they didn?t want to be there, but were assigned to him for the night, waving a hand to dismiss them from the room. They looked grateful and bowed their heads before leaving in silence. He waited for the door to close. The soft click in the mechanism within the wall clicked into place, signaling their retreat. It was just he and the nervous scientist.

?Who else has been here, Bill?? Straightforward question, demanding, but extremely vital.

Bill Wuhilaski blinked, pretending he didn?t understand. Either way he?d get killed. ?What do you mean? It?s only been me all night.? He shrugged, glancing down at the ground for a brief minute before bringing his almost clear eyes to his dark blue ones. ?Sure a few of the other guys came in here, but that was only to get what they had needed for some late experiments, and besides the project was hidden away the whole time till I had been sure there was no one else here.

?You have no need to worry, my old friend.?

?Are you positive??

?Yes. I even went through the entire place, room by room, making sure that everyone had left. The only ones here are you, my your guards and the usual security that have been here since this place was first built in 170 BC, however there is this new fellow that looks rather?nervous about his job and at the same time suspicious.?

Miliardo crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes silently digging into his friend?s mind for the real answers. ?Do you know his name, his rank??

Bill shook his head, looking sincerely contrite. ?No, I?m sure, I do not. However, I do know his rank.? Miliardo waited patiently. ?He?s in the Red rank, one of the highest in this Command, and yours, so I hear.?

?I see. Can you perhaps describe what he looks like??

?Shaggy dark brown hair, with bangs in thick strands that hang down in front of his eyes. He?s of average build, probably quite bulky in the muscular department and his eyes are a dark blue that looked almost black. I don?t know who he is, but he seems to be familiar to you??

?Yeah, I know him.?

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Her eyes snapped open. Bright sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the blinds. She stared straight at the sun, blinking away the spots of neon purple that she thought she?d see. The sun, to her, was a white ball of light, nothing more. Looking around at where she was, she spotted the dark blue walls and the three-wick candles sitting on tables and a dresser in the corner of the room. The lingering scent of vanilla and fruit was strong, but fading with every passing second. Something heavy held her wrists together, and she looked up to see what it was. They were heavy, silver, metal and made a soft clink noise when they hit each other, as she tested them out just to see if they were real and really attached to her wrists.

Handcuffs.

She grunted and wiggled them around. A frown twisted her lips. This was just perfect! Lifting her arms above her, she brought her wrists together and then went to snap them apart. They disappeared in thin air before she even had the chance to do it.

So it wasn?t a dream, she muttered, bringing a hand to her forehead. Her skin felt cold, almost like she was the living dead. She then felt the sleeve of her robe shimmy along her nose. Abruptly, she sat up. Heero? Heero, are you still here?

She found herself sitting in the middle of a king-sized bed. Sliding to the edge, she jumped off, smoothed down the skirts of her robe and then walked towards the partly open door. The sound of water pelting glass echoed within the small bathroom. Pushing the door open, she found that she could only move it an inch, enough for her to squeeze through. She stopped in her tracks, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of the blurry, shadowed figure outlined in the smoked glass. Gulping in some air, she dry-washed her hands on her robes, as she walked up to the doors and reached for them.

Her fingers flexed in anticipation?.

This was wrong. She shouldn?t be doing this?.

Her hand touched the glass. It was unbelievably cold to the touch. And she pushed with all her power. It didn?t move. What was wrong with everything today? Pursing her lips in disappointment and confusion, she tried again. Nothing happened. Sighing, she moved away and held her hands out to the glass on impulse, her eyes sliding shut on their own. They felt warm, her hands, tingling slightly. She let the feeling continue before she opened her eyes and stared at where the door used to be. She could see the water beating the tiled wall, the steam that rose in the air, made everything clammy.

It had worked!

She had opened the door!

Licking her lips, she slowly slid her head forward, into the shower. What she saw took the breath from her very lungs, made her heart jump, leave out a few beats. The water danced over his body, disappearing into the thick base of black hair that rested just above the lengthy penis that hung down, covered in water droplets. The veins were raised, pumping blood to the head of his lowered masculinity. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back as he washed the white, shiny shampoo from his dark hair. The muscles defining his lean body rippled, shivering for no obvious reason. Dark little curls covered his legs, ending just at his ankles.

A smile touched her face, lighting it up.

What a sight he made?.

Heero made sure the shampoo was all gone before reaching blindly for the bar of pale green soap sitting in its carved holder. He froze, suddenly feeling as though he weren?t alone. He peeked open an eye, and then the other one. He blinked the water away and stared at the gap at the end of the tub. What the hell? He remembered closing both of the shower doors before entering the hot, comforting area. Something flashed from the corner of his eye. His head swung to the side in its direction and he found nothing. It then moved again, only in the other corner of his eye, right beside him.

His eyes flew in its direction. And there was still nothing there. Forcing his muscles to unwind, he went back under the spray of the shower. It was then, as he stared at the wall that the dark shape flew in from the opening in the door. It floated there; its head bent forward, arms hanging down at its sides. Blood dripped down the arms, off the fingertips. The blonde hair was smeared in blood, hanging down in thick, crusty, tangled strands. Almost like dreadlocks. The form was dressed in a black robe, ending just below the knees.

He noted, absently in his silenced fright, the dark purple toenail?.

The shape suddenly threw its head back, thrust its arms out and let out a high-pitched squeal of pain that increased to a shrill scream. The glass on the shower doors shattered suddenly, some sharp fragments embedding themselves into his flesh. The green soap fell from its place in the wall and covered the drain. The thing screamed again, moving towards him in different positions, as it blinked in and out of existence right in front of him. With its arms held out, the wrists and forearms slashed, cut in different angles, blood frothed from the black lips. Mold decorated the face, as gaps in the decayed flesh revealed the torn and mangled tissues inside.

Blood ran down the cheeks from the blank eye sockets. Heero stared, wide-eyed at what he saw in front of him. This couldn?t have been a dream, he couldn?t be dreaming now, it had to have been another nightmare. He didn?t understand this, didn?t know what it meant. He tried to back up a step, to get away from whatever the hell that thing was, his nightmare, but nearly slipped as the heel of his foot caught on the slippery surface of the soap. He threw out an arm to catch himself, but then realized the glass doors didn?t exist anymore, but it was too late. His hand was impaled, as he inadvertently pushed his hand down onto one of the many sharp shards of glass sticking out of the metal rails that kept that glass in place. Upon feeling the biting pain that engulfed his hand, he then went to pull it off the glass, but ended up dragging it down, the object still entrenched in his flesh, from the heel of his palm, right up to where his fingers began.

Blood sprayed the sink and toilet, before it touched the inside of the tub and the side of his body. He sucked in some air, hissing it through his teeth at the pain he tried to ignore. His fears were getting to him. The frightening thing was still coming for him, only at a slower pace. He pulled his hand from the thing rooted within his hand and felt his stomach turn at the sight of the torn flesh and blood that overflowed. His head flew up, just as the apparition howled again. He didn?t really know who it was until the head snapped forward, back into place.

Blue eyes, dead and dull, flew open

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?You managed to get a copy??

?No, I?m sorry,? the guard apologized, keeping the crucial eye contact, ?I couldn?t get to it in time, he had returned to his lab too early, much earlier then we had anticipated.?

?Understood. You will return to your true Commander and question his authority, is that clear??

The young guard nodded, his Prussian eyes questioning. He kept his inquiries to himself, secretly knowing of the consequences that were involved. ?Yes, sir.?

?Good. Now, don?t return to me until you have fulfilled your mission under the Command, understood??

?Yes, sir.?

?Do you have any questions?? The man behind the desk regarded the young man with suspicious eyes. Under the bright, white single beam of light that
thundered down onto him, he appeared imposing to those in front of him.


?Yes, quite a few, sir.? He took his Commanders? silence as a sign for him to go on. ?What am I to do if I am found out??

?Exterminate all witnesses. I don?t care how valuable they are to you or you life, you will do as you are commanded.?

?Sir. And where am I to go once the item is acquired??

?Return to me, or if anything else were to happen to me, then report straight to Sanctus, or my brother.?

?What?s at Sanctus, sir, if you don?t mind me asking??

His eyes narrowed. ?The main entity, out base, and where our mission is to conclude, dramatically.?

?But sir, it?s gone, it?s been removed!?

?I know, but you will still go there, to the base,? he retorted, annoyed with the man?s ignorance.

?Yes, sir.? The security guard bowed his head.

?Is that all??

?No.? He stopped, squirming then under the same bright single shaft of light.

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?Get away from me! Leave me alone, fuck off!? He brought his hands up to shield his face from the sudden attacks. He rolled in mid-air, his body, semi-naked from the waist up. Bright spots of light, known as stars in outer space, danced past him, leaving jagged streaks of beams in front of him. He felt no wind, felt nothing now, but then that was never new since he never felt anything to begin with. Her death had been a price to pay for his stupidity and greed. Jealousy, as well, if you wanted to call him that, of all people, covetous.

?You can?t leave me now, not after all we?ve been through! You cannot desert something you, yourself, had created, desired greatly. It?ll all be over if you turn your back on me, again! Come back, please!? The voice was pleading, soft, feminine, desperate; resonating off the invisible walls of space loudly. It then rose to a loud, earth-shaking rumble as it went on. ?You just can?t run from me! The pain I?ve felt will now haunt your memory. My screams will keep you awake late into the night, and my face will appear in every mirror, corner, and glass surface you get the chance to peer down upon.

?My please will leave your lips, and only your lips alone. You?ll feel me there, my caress on your body, your bones. You will not like it, because I did not like your touches. It is now time. It is now your turn to fear me, to live in the horror of what I had had to go through.? She howled, then, charging straight for him in the darkness, her elongated body invisible within the clutches of shadows.

He screamed out, lashing his hands out to fend off the oncoming attacks that bombarded him painfully. Suddenly he began to gasp for air. Strong, invisible fingers clutched his throat, the fingers making visible dents in his flesh. He tried to fight it, to regain his breath. Then, he began to pray, falling to his knees, his head bowed, hands clasped at his chest. He ignored the pain, the wet, warm feeling of something dripping down his cheeks and onto his linked fingers. His closed eyes burned unbearably. He poured out all his concentration into the whispers that hissed past his trembling lips. Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his face, coating his skin, mixing with the blood.

?You pray to your God, Priest, it will do you no good! You will be doomed all your life for the sins you have committed against me, against them! You will find no mercy!?

Hard hands, cold and sticky, grabbed him around the upper torso. He cried out, fearing what would happen. His concentration was broken, all was lost, and he was, as she had declared, doomed. Higher and higher, he rose into the air, into the eternal darkness above and all around him. Sinister laughter filled his mind, the area surrounding him. He tried, countless of times, to fight off the huge thing holding him captive. He then bit down into the flesh. He tore chunks of skin from the large, circular things around him, and then spit them out as soon as he smelt the horrid, dead smell that lifted into the air and into his nostrils. He assumed it was a massive hand with bulky fingers.

Putting hid head over the top of the monstrous hand around him, he vomited heavily, his entire body convulsing violently. As he continued to retch, he felt the sudden rush of air slap him hard in the face and found he was flying through the air.

He hit the ground hard, his body stinging from the force of impact. He gasped loudly, sucking in the air thankfully. The moon poured into the room, lighting almost everything up. He was back in his room, alive! He sat up, somewhat dazed at what had happened. He looked around with wide violet eyes, spotting the yellow light that slid into the room from the bathroom down the hall. Relief flooded him, but it was quickly wasted away by the fear that quickly refilled him, mind and body. Shivers made his spine tingle unwelcomingly, while the hair on the back of his neck, arms, and legs stood up on end.

Duo screamed, then, as he saw the robed figure standing in the corner, a blood-coated skull grinning out at him from beneath a hood that was draped on top of its head. Its arms were raised and reaching for him.


Continued?.