The Fragile..(Part 10)

[katykit]

The Fragile A fanfiction by Kit.

Part 10 - Shadows from the past


And she was absaloutly correct. Phillip, climbed his way up the stairs, moving his way through the wings of her house and without taking notice of any other rooms, directed himself to the door with the little light shown underneath that escaped and beamed a lovely arrow for his needs.

"I've found you.." His face, lined with little wrinkles beamed and trainted the aggravation he felt. He was fustrated, tired and wanting and all of these was going to be answered. He believed Shelli was here and she was waiting for him as much as he wanted her "I'm here my darling. I'm here.."

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Climbing up the wooden branches where vines had entwined themselves naturally up along the wall, Heero grimaced at the strength he had to put into this. It wasn't as easy as he had presumed and it was a desperate struggle now for the third time to approach the balcony. Branches snapping and leaves embedding into his face didn't provoke his destination but only inherited more annoyance.

Grunting and groaning, he lifted himself up and finally began the climb without falling back to land on his knee's or his feet which ached from the never ending sprint to reach this place. Masking any appreciation that his hands finally clasped onto the concrete banister, he began to pull himself up and placed his feet upon the edge of the balcony.

Scanning his surroundings and catching back his breath which tightened even more, he could see into the window of this bedrooms doorway. Behind them stood long curtains, but the light reflecting onto them, mased the shadow of a womans features. He froze at the thought of Shelli and the scream that designated the presense of Phillip in the room.

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Phillip, pressing his left heel to the woodwork of the door frame kicked down the door in one easy blow and stepped into a screaming Relena's room as he walked over the debris.

Relena screamed as loud as she could at the sight of this man and the object in his hand, which was most likely a gun. Scrabbling to her feet she felt the cold grasp of this mans hand the cave of her neck.

Ignoring her screams, Phillip threw her down onto the bed before himself and behind her, keeping his grasp as strong as possible. Leaning down to her, pressing his left knee cap onto her naked thighs as they tried to rise and knee into his groin, he stared at her, eye to eye and growled.

"You are not Shelli! Your just another woman!" He spat, gripping tightlier around her neck with ease and leant down to smell her hair which was beautifully devined in the petals of roses "But you'll do! Stay still and shut up!"

"Get off of me, please!" She cried, her screams was useless against his power as she felt the cold tip of the guns rim press against her left inner thigh and then slapped accross her left cheek. Confused and dazed, she stared up to this man with the watery glisten in her ocean eyes.

He moaned loudly as he took himself from her locks of golden curls and eyed her once again "Keep still, shut up and let me get on with it. You do as I say and I might just let you live!" But he blinked, she seemed like Shelli, true but she was also someone he knew..Could it be? "My, well your Relena Peacecraft! What a day!"

Forcing her legs apart, tearing his nails against the soft sands of her skin, he felt the trim, delicate material of her underwear. She screamed again.

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The two screams was enough for him and for anyone else to be precised as he threw himself into a flip over the wall and landed before the doors. Elbowing the windows as they shattered and screamed to the floor beneath, shreading the curtains and fell also, to the bed before it. Jumping through the material, ripping them down as he landed upon both heels, he spun around to face Phillip and a startled Relena below him.

Phillip, throwing himself back as glass embedded into his left cheek, screamed aloud as he saw the menacing Heero. "You! What are you doing here? Get out!" Loosing his grip on his gun, it dropped to the floor and slided underneath her bed as his fingers touched his wounds and pressed against the warmth of his own blood.

Relena, narrowly avoiding the larger pieces of glass lay perfectly still and with the only indication of the two arised breasts lowering and arising, the blinking of her eyes indicated her status.

Heero blinked. This wasn't Shelli at all. This was the girl he was meant to kill, this was the girl he was told to kill and this was the girl that sent this warmth to him, reminded him at times of what he used to be, before..before his existance with Shelli and Phillip. Standing there, perfectly still with his eyes fixed on Relena who shifted herself up to her feet weakly but contently. "Re-Relena?" He whispered, his voice raspy and gentle.

"Heero?!" Relena cried back but screamed as an on coming Phillip approached Heero and slammed his thist into the side of his head.

"Get out boy! Get OUT" Phillip kicked at him, feeling his shin slam into the sides of the boys chest but then felt the connection of dainty arms collide into his back. It did nothing to him but only made him distract himself onto Relena, who stepped back slightly as she saw Phillip. "Oh i'll get to you.."

Heero, on the floor, blinded by pain from his chest and with the helping of Phillips shin, the chest pain had started to perk up again. Lieing on his side, grunting at the floods of pain he could barely see Phillip gaining on a startled and frightened Relena, who tried to back away.

But she was grabbed again and felt the weight of Phillip, as he pulled her to his chest tightly. "He won't disturb us no more!" He laughed and threw her back against the wall set of draws behind her and she collided to them in one swift blow.

Feeling her spine and then her head hit the wooden work, groaning she fell to the floor in an instance and landed on her back. She mimiced the grace of an angel as her locks tumbled down her front and spreaded themselves around her head. Her ocean eyes dismissed with her lashes pressed upon the soft cheeks which defined her eyes were closed. An arm was laced out on the floor, directed to Heero.

TBC.