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"Pax Ultima"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Angst, violence, language, sex Pairings: If you need to know, please email me
and I will be happy to tell you. Summary:They fought for peace, but peace took away what they loved the most. A very grim tale of suspense and betrayal, set post-canon and featuring character death. Thanks as always to the always fabulous Cuzo
for being my beta! "Pax Ultima " Chapter Thirteen He was still naked, his body covered with electrodes
and wires, sensors to monitor him. The cuts on his legs had healed
somewhat. Time had passed. "Patient 8725 has responded well to initial physical
stimuli. Our research indicates that he falls within the acceptable
percentile for non-aggressive responses. Today we will begin testing
responses to emotional and intellectual stimuli. Past research indicates
that these are more difficult to overcome." It was the same tech, with the same dry delivery, the
same anonymous face. He approached Heero and held a datapad in front of him. The pad was clearly playing a video - light illuminated
Heero's face and low audio could be heard in the background. Heero's emotionless eyes were fixed on the screen. The indistinct audio was punctuated by a few moans and
erotic groans and Heero became erect, his only physical response to
the video. "Patient 8725, what are you watching?" "A vid." Heero's voice was that same emotionless
monotone again. "A vid of what 8725? A vid of who?" Heero remained silent. "Patient 8725, what does it make you feel?" "Nothing," Heero said. "What are your emotions for the subject? How do
you feel about him?" "I feel nothing for the subject. I have no emotions
for him." "But you did?" "Yes." "What were those emotions?" Heero fell silent again. The tech turned towards the surveillance cameras. "Patient 8725 demonstrates emotional and intellectual
resistance. His physical arousal likely has an emotional component.
We have obtained surveillance footage of his former partner performing
sexual acts under the guise of a prostitute." The tech took away the datapad. Heero's erection subsided slowly. When he was once again flaccid, the tech returned the
datapad to him. It was a different video. Different groans. Muffled
curses. An agonized shout. "Patient 8725, what are you watching?" "A vid," Heero started the refrain again. "When was the vid recorded?" The tech clearly
didn't want to go through the same dead-end dialogue again. "During the war." "Where?" "An Alliance detention center. On the moon." "Do you recognize anyone?" Another agonized shout, followed by a rough sob over
the audio. "Yes." "Who?" "My partners." The tech turned towards the camera, as if to say 'now
we're getting somewhere.' "And what is happening in the vid?" Heero remained silent. "Is it an interrogation?" "No," Heero said quickly. "No questions
are being asked." "Then what is it?" "Punishment. Torture." "Rape?" "Yes." "And how does that make you feel? Seeing one of
your partners do that to the other?" "I feel nothing." "What did you feel for them?" Heero closed his eyes and let the datapad fall from
his grasp. It landed on his thighs, the screen visible to the surveillance
camera. It was Duo, Duo the fifteen year old terrorist who had
been captured by Trowa, and he was naked from the waist down. His
manacled hands were held high above his head and he was pressed against
the wall of a cell, held down by Trowa as another Alliance officer
raped him, followed by another, followed by another. ~ * ~ |
