The Fragile..(Part 11)

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The Fragile- Part 11

Requirements Of A Memory

Phillip was now laughing. Infact, laughing so hard he felt he was edging onto the universe of madness. Here before him, lay this pretty thing that resembled his mistress, Shelli and the apparantly 'perfect soilder'. Oh if only Shell could see! See him lie there, twisted and perhaps broken, in shame and confusion. Yes, Shelli would come back to him, Shell would be rightfully his and she had been a long time ago, before this brat came along and ruined it all, shattered their relationship to the ground and burnt his every emotion.

But his body was burning, he could feel this ripple spin around inside his head, his chest and his stomach. His vision blurring, spinning around and around, as he stumbled over the long and slender leg of Relena, who begun to slowly, open her beautiful ocean eyes.

The perfect soilder, soiled to the ground as what it was seemed, ignored this desperate need to scream out from the loss of his medication, his reason to live. Planting both hands to the wooden planks beneath him, he easily sprung himself up, to land upon his feet before Relena in an easy crouch. He could not talk, for he could only think and try to pry his rememberence of what this being meant to him? Phillip was going mad, utterly mad as he watched Phillip thrash himself from side to side and then land on Relena's bed on his side. Why couldn't he just leave her? Shelli was important, Shelli was the only one he would risk his life for, his stupid and worthless life as she had once told him.

Phillip was crying silently, curled up on his side with his eyes wide open, his quivvering lips only managed to make out the softest of childish noises. He was in mourning of something, no doubt Shelli and physically shook all over his old and mattered body. The pills he had taken were crucifying, edging on a maniacs glimpse of the world as nothing kept still. Everything spun around and around, he heard buzzing and the deep, conjured breaths he managed to quickly compose and the screaming of the victim he tried to proclaim was Shelli.

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Her eyes now open, fully, she could feel the swell of the bruise implanted on her back of her head and her spine. Her long and trimmed nail fingers clung to the floor, but only scrapped in fustration and the recognistion of a brutal, scared and frightened woman. Both of her legs eased up towards her chest as she arose to sit up, against the set of draws. She muttered nothing, cried out no despair but only gasped when the figure before her landed into a crouch. At first, in her frightened state, she screamed out but felt her screams die in an instance as his hand was enfolded over her soft lips.

Heero placed his left hand upon her lips automatically, shutting out the screams she enlightened the room with. His eyes was not placed on her, but only looked to the side of her. He felt pratically disguested with himself that he was touching another woman and was, indeed going to get them both the hell out of here. His head tilted as locks of mattered hair clung to cheek, he whispered quietly in a harsh breath "Shut up. Do as I say and we're both going to live, alright?"

The sound of his voice! Oh bliss! It was Heero Yuy, of course it was! But his tone was dominating and instructing. His features was thin and tiring, but his biceps had grown a little and the ripples of flesh underneath his shirt could easily manipulate a mans features of hard working and strength. "Heero?" She asked desperatly into his hand.

"Quiet!" He snapped back, his head turning as he now faced her, eye to eye. He didn't like what he saw, a frightened and defenceless woman. This was deffinatly not Shelli but hell, she was indeed remarkably like her. "Do as I say and we'll live, alright?"

Why was his reply so harsh? Why was it when he looked at her, he was confused as if not knowing whome exactly she was? These questions rapidally repeated in her mind but was cut off by Phillip, once again screaming and grabbing his, what seemed to be, small and dark object with a red light fixed to it.

"Shel-Shell-Shell.." Phillip muttered into it over and over again, as it shook with his body "I-nee-need-you.."

Heero and Relena could hear the connection in the object, but Heero seemed to recognise it. Argumentively, refusing to cast his glance on her again, he turned his head towards the entrance he came through and the entrance Phillip decided to participate and wreck. Snatching Relena to him in a harsh and firm grasp around her waist, he halted her to his left hand side and shifted himself and her to his feet.

Before Relena knew what was happening, she was dangling against his hip and the line of his ribs that only had a thin layer of skin to protect, which she could feel with ease. Her blonde locks clashing into her face, she could barely make out she was yanking out of her room and with Heero sprinting, down the stairs and out through to the front of her homes entrance.

Hearing Phillip, whome began to recieve a response from Shelli, screaming out in despair as the acknowledgement that the girl and the perfect solder has fled, Heero halted. The door before him, collapsed with the statered pieces of glass over the dead body, he heard Relena gasp. "Don't look at it.."

Relena bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly as her friend, her dear old friend Paegan, lie completely helpless.

And then they were gone.

TBC!