Tears of Despair
Chapter 17: The Last
Standard disclaimers apply, I only own the wonderful Une brothers, so
hands off them *g* but the rest of the cast and crew I'm afraid belong to
Sunrise and Bandai.
AN: If you want to catch Christof in action in another fic, check out
Midii’s It’s Been Awhile, there you get to see a teenaged version of the
loveable Une brother. It can be found at her site, or it will be
able to be found at her site,
http://midiiune.tripod.com/MidiiUne/
Iria turned pale as she realized LeFave’s plan. He was going to
eliminate all obstacles.
“He’s headed here,” she said softly.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I know LeFave. When I was still young and naïve, we were
engaged to be married…” Iria trailed off as she swept a pained glance
around the room.
“And I take it things didn’t end well?”
“No, they didn’t, he gave me the reality check in fact.” She shook her
head at the irony. “I found him in our bed with one of his female
admirers. Earlier in the day I had received an interesting audio
disk, and I went home early to confront him…” Iria sighed as she brushed
away stray tears; it still hurt deep in her heart of hearts.
“Set up a perimeter,” Lady Une barked at the Gundam Pilots. Her orders
sending them scurrying into action. “We are setting up for an
attack.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
“He’s headed up to Lady Une’s office,” Kalie said as she finished the
field dressing on Midii’s shoulder. “Is there a way we can beat
him?”
Midii winced as she mentally reviewed all known an hidden escape routes
designed into the building. Did she still remember the code?
Yes, she did.
“The express elevator, I can reprogram it to take us directly to the
floor her office is on.”
“Then we have a plan,” Kalie said stretching as she rose.
Valkrie, Midii thought. Valkrie was the code.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo stood by the door in the outer portion of Lady Une’s office. In
his hands rested the familiar weight of his sidearm. His lips were
twisted into an insane and bloodthirsty grin, his violet eyes sparkled
with grim anticipation.
Stationed at various corners throughout the room were the other Gundam
pilots. Each wore similar battle hardened expressions and were
equipped with their weapons of choice.
Behind the door, in the fortified inner office, sat Sally, Lady Une, and
Iria Winner. Each held a gun in their dainty hands, thought Iria’s
grip was clumsy at best. Sally’s posture was relaxed and
eager. A measure of the woman who had faced a mobile suit on foot,
showing itself.
“If he gets through the pilots…” Iria trailed off, tears stains visible
on her porcelain cheeks.
“Which he undoubtedly will,” Sally assured glancing down at her
gun. Brightly painted nails looked oddly in place against the
battered grip.
“I’m not going to submit to his will meekly, if that’s what you’re
implying,” Lady Une scoffed from behind her desk. “He’ll have
to kill me first. We will not be held hostage.”
Iria glanced around sadly, refusing to meet Lady Une’s challenging gaze
as guilt besieged her senses. She was responsible for all
this. LeFave had come for her. He’d done everything he could
to get to her.
First he had gone after Scherezade, and then her daughter. Then
years later he’d tried the direct approach again, and had been met by the
bitter sting of failure. Not to be foiled he had sat back to wait,
going after Midii on her wedding day and dragging Iria off to his
fortress so she could care for her niece. Of course Midii had
escaped from his iron like stranglehold on her mind.
But had that daunted LeFave? No, he’d just gone after the next vulnerable
Winner woman, Catherine. His actions had more of an effect on Iria
than she would ever let him know.
“It’s my fault you know,” Iria whispered, her voice strangely
emotionless. “He wants me.”
Iria reeled back as a slap was administered to her cheek, by a cold and
soldier like Sally.
“We’re in this together,” Sally all but growled, as she returned to her
appointed position.
Lady Une smiled at Iria’s confusion before she let the mask of a soldier
slip back into place as the proximity sensors they’d set up in
preparation began to shriek a warning. She mumbled an affirmative
as he com unit beeped and Heero’s face appeared. It was beginning
she thought grimly.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Why are you doing this,” Midii asked as she and Kalie swiftly left the
elevator.
“If I said for the glory of the Catalonia name first you’d shoot me, and
secondly it would be a lie,” Kalie answered softly pausing to scan their
immediate surroundings. “If I told you it was for Dorothy though,
would you believe me?”
Midii considered Kalie’s words for a moment as she crept along the
corridor. Her shoulder loudly protesting the controlled
movements.
“I suppose,” Midii began a frantic shushing motion from Kalie leaving the
rest of the sentence unspoken.
Ahead of then and around the corner stood LeFave and Catherine.
Gunfire echoed down the hall giving a reason for the smug grin on
LeFave’s face. As well as the ashen expression on Catherine’s.
“How many men?” Midii asked softly, ducking her the corner again.
“Four, I think,” Kalie replied. “Make that three,” quickly added as
a cry of pain was suddenly cut short.
“Well then Madame Catalonia, shall we?” Midii asked with a grin as they
heard another man fall.
“Of course,” Kalie grinned as she darted around the corner. The
heels of her boots beating a staccato rhythm against the tiled
floor.
The whole fiasco happened in a span of second. The shouts the gun
shot a blur in Midii’s mind as she locked on her target.
LeFave.
Catherine had quickly moved behind the vile man as his attention became
centered on a bleeding blonde blur. She held the pistol in his
general direction, her body heaving with the beginnings of labor.
Now isn’t the time, she thought grimly as she watched Kalie and
Midii. Both women were demons in the pursuit of their
vengeance. Striking at LeFave simultaneously and bringing him to
his knees.
“Yield,” Midii demanded, her hair plastered to slim skin. Her
exertions shown in every line of her body. Pain evident in her
gaze.
“Now, now, Midii,” LeFave said as he looked up at her through dark
lashes. His hands struggling against the restraint of Kalie’s
arms.
“Why would I do that,” he questioned as he pushed Kalie back, her weapon
now in his possession.
“Midii, get down,” Kalie screamed as she launched herself in Midii’s
direction scant seconds before the gun went off.
I won’t let her die, Kalie thought grimly.
Silence filled the air as the last body dropped.
In the space of an hour, lives had been lost, Catherine thought as she
lowered her gun. Lavender eyes wide with shock as she gazed at
LeFave’s body, a pool of blood surrounded his head.
“Don’t worry,” Kalie choked out, before she collapsed a bloody hole in
her side.
“So much blood,” Midii whispered as she placed pressure on the gaping
wound.
She smiled as she watched Catherine get pulled into Quatre’s arms.
His space heart was useful she thought as she shifted Kalie’s body and
the pair disappeared down the hall to the elevators.
She looked up in shock as strong arms lifted the dead weight from her
effortlessly.
“Come, we need to get her to medical,” Trowa said softly, love in his
eyes.
Yes, we do, Midii thought as she rose. Flanking Trowa as they gave
LeFave’s body a wide berth.
Did it all have to end so quickly, Midii thought absently. I had so
much I wanted to say to that bastard, is it best this way? She wondered,
as she leaned into Trowa’s shoulder, taking comfort from his
presence. She grinned inwardly as he smiled, and a sigh of content
left his lips.
~*~*~*~*~*~
~ The End… sort of… there is an epilogue on the way!
