I know that the chapters are short… sorry, I just don’t get enough time to write these days. Anyways, the characters (with the exception of Dana Kielmann, who is a *very* old friend that I made) are not mine, and they belong to whoever made them. Not me. The story itself is mine. C&C welcome…begged for!!!! Either review or email me at rhiannon02[ AT ]yahoo.com Thanks!! Enjoy!!!
What if we don’t find him? Why did he tell me to beware of water? What is going on!?
“Relena, lieb… I’m sorry; we can’t seem to find him. We’ve looked everywhere that anyone could think of to find him.” Hilde said, “I know you told me not to look for him, but I couldn’t help it.” I could barely hear her through my heavy door. I had locked myself in my room, doing all my meetings thought the video connection. I love technology.
“Can you let me in?” She called again, pounding on the door. Hilde was trying for the past half hour by “knocking” on my door. She should have known that it doesn’t work on me. I can ignore anything. Well… except for death threats and Heero.
Ding
That’s the vid-monitor. “Relena Darlian here.” I said, pressing the switch to enable the call.
“Good to see you, Vice Foreign Minister.” A deep voice intoned from the other end.
“I can’t see you though. Could you turn on your video monitor?” I asked, politely. It was probably just one of the colonies’ presidents, needing another loan.
“I can’t do that.” The voice said, maintaining the same tone and volume.
“You’d see something you wouldn’t like.”
This was getting rather odd. And scary.
“And what would that be?” I asked, making sure that my voice remained calm. Being a politician has taught me at least that. Keeping up a good face.
“Just take my word on it. You wouldn’t like it.”
It dawned on me… what if this was the person for the second message? What could I do to make him or her slip up somehow? Tell me where they are?
“I’m sure. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name… what was it?” I asked, sweetly. What else could I do? I couldn’t call Hilde into my room, my part of the vid-link was on, and they could see everything and hear everything.
“I didn’t say it. It’s Dana. Dana Kielmann.”
“Nice to, um, meet you, Dana. May I ask the nature of your call?”
Good… keep it nice, polite, to the point…
“Oh, just to tell you that I know where Heero is. I know you’ve been looking.”
OK…my heart just officially stopped.
“Actually, I haven’t been. But if you know where he is, please, do tell me.”
“I told you that you didn’t want to see it.” The voice, Dana, said, turning on his/her vid-link. The next image that I saw shall indeed haunt me for the rest of my life.
Heero.
Naked.
Chained up to a stonewall.
Bleeding.
And crying.
“Heero!” I cried, emotions becoming my mortal enemy. Who could have done this to Heero? Did Dana?
“I just wanted to let you know that he’s here. And safe. I can’t say the same for you though.” The voice called from across the room. There was something odd about it. It must have been a small room, because it echoed rather quickly, but the voice was just a constant pitch and volume. No variation. Not even Heero could have pulled that one off. “Just beware of water, like Heero-boy said.” Then, I heard a different voice, just before the audio link closed…
A girl’s laughter.
And then the screen went blank.