Tears of Despair a sequel to Shattered Hearts

Prologue: The Queens Betrayal

By Liewe

Standard disclaimer’s apply…

Things come around full circle, if you persevere in the end things will work out, but if you quit then you can only expect mediocre results if any. She had been the coldest of all, the Queen of the Game, and the Queen of Ice, but he had changed everything for her. He had shown her the true meaning of love in his undying devotion, and the way she had always been first on his mind since they had reunited. He had searched for her each time she had disappeared from his site; he had found her with his heart. And now they were happy, the ice long ago melted and her family reunited.

Now today they would seal their vows and forever be reunited. Two years ago the possibility of finding love had never crossed Trowa Barton’s mind, he had always thought that he was a nameless soldier destined to be forever excluded from the normal path of life. His heart had been locked away, only viewed when he was around his sister or his comrades in arms. He loved her with all his heart, his Midii, they were together now and always, this ceremony was only for the world to see.

Quatre looked at Trowa with smiling eyes as he saw the familiar signs of apprehension and unease that came with the title of groom. He remembered being like that when he had married Dorothy, it seemed like a hundred years ago, that day. But he would soon be pushed through the ordeal one more time, not only as the best man but as a groom, because he would soon be marrying his Catherine. He chuckled as he forced his mind to concentrate on the task at hand, Trowa’s wedding, to the young woman who had saved the Peace. He wasn’t sure if she was still Queen of the game, there were some things that she didn’t tell anyone, not even Trowa. Some things could be forgiven in light of her other deeds.

“Nervous,” Quatre asked his fidgeting best friend.

“What do you think,” was the acidic reply as Trowa turned to face him.

“She won’t bolt,” Quatre said gently, “she loves you to much to leave you. It’s plain to see in her eyes, every time she looks at you her love is evident. Trowa you are her world.”

“I know, it’s just I can’t help worrying that she’ll wake up and see that she’s made the worst mistake in her life. I’m not worth her, I never have been, she ‘s a golden child and I’m a nameless soldier.” Trowa said softly as he shifted from foot to foot.

“Trowa-bud, believe me you aren’t who you think you are,” Damien said from beside Quatre as he turned to face the nervous groom.

“What do you mean?”

“You are the son of a wealthy nobleman, his estates belong to you and your sister,” Christof said with a smile.

“The information Midii was commissioned to steal was your family background, these last few years she has been researching every aspect of that information, checking it’s integrity. We just got the final piece of the puzzle a few hours ago; she didn’t want you to get your hopes up. We weren’t going to say anything, but you’re self-esteem needed a boost. Midii has the same doubts you do, ya know,” Damien said as he rested heavily on his cane.

“You must have the wrong person, Trowa Barton is a borrowed name, I’m Nanashi, no-name. Midii has no reason for her doubt’s she is golden,” Trowa said softly.

“Your name is Triton Bloom, brother to Catherine Bloom, son to Don Bloom,” Christof said with a grin.

“Midii isn’t golden but she’s precious, she’s like spun glass, fragile to the touch,” Damien chuckled.

“Christof, can I speak with you,” Andre asked softly.

“Sure Papa, be right back,” Christof said with a grin as he followed his father out of the church. “What did ya want Papa,” he asked softly.

“Midii has disappeared, I found this note, is it a joke or not,” Andre asked his blue gray eyes alive with worry.

The traitor has been taken, back where she belongs, a traitor has only one fate, only one purpose.

“The people she worked with, some must have remained alive, that is the only answer,” Christof said softly.

“Are you sure,” Andre asked.

“Positive, but this is going to destroy Trowa, you know what they meant by the letter, she’s dead they will kill her. The chance of her surviving this is minimal, we need to find her immediately,” Christof said slowly as he darted to his motorcycle. “Papa, tell the other’s what’s going on, I’m going after her.”

“Be careful my son,” Andre said as he watched his youngest child disappear over the horizon, before racing back into the church, tears in his eyes.

“Papa, what is wrong,” Damien asked.

“They’ve taken her,” Andre whispered.

“Who’s taken her,” Trowa asked his eyes frantic as he held himself back from shaking his soon to be father in law.

“Remember those from the game that she betrayed?” Andre asked, and Trowa nodded. “The price for betrayal is absolute, she betrayed them, her fate is sealed. They will kill her, and we can only hope to get there in time. Christof is already on her tale,” Andre shouted out as Trowa’s lean form disappeared through the sculpted archways, Quatre hot on his tale.

“Papa, je ne veux pas avoir à dire ça, mais Miidi est condamnée. [1]” Damien whispered to Andre, as he leaned heavily on his cane.

“Il y a toujours de l'espoir Damien, Trowa va faire tout ce qu'il peut pour elle, nous devons croire en lui.”

Father and Son watched lost in their own thoughts, each with a picture of a young smiling woman in their hearts. Less than two years together and already they were faced with the prospect of losing her forever. It wasn’t something that they liked to think of, the repercussions of her betrayal to the game. Yes she still played it, but it was a dangerous game of double cross she played now. The crime rate was at an all time low, the old crime lords residing in their own private cells at maximum-security prisons all over the nation. She worked for and against those she had always known, those that had been her family for all those years when she had been a lost soul wandering through the harshness of reality.

“Trowa, you cannot run head first into danger anymore,” Quatre shouted out as he leapt onto the back of Trowa’s motorcycle.

“I will not let them harm her,” Trowa gritted out as he revved the engine, and the bike jumped forward, it’s tires gripping the tarmac as they began their headlong journey into danger.

“You are not damn Superman Trowa, you do have limits, and Midii wouldn’t want you killing yourself to save her life. You know she will forever blame herself if something happens to you while you’re trying to save her life in a foolish act of heroism. By Allah, she loves you with all her heart, and you love her, things will never change, and we will save her,” Quatre shouted in Trowa’s ear, the wind whipping away his words.

“I promised her Quatre, I promised her,” Trowa replied as they caught sight of Christof’s motorcycle in the distance, leaned against a weeping willow, the reaching branches sweeping over the road.

The speed seemed to increase, as did the distance as the small black shape grew in their sights. The tires spun and they slipped as Trowa’s desperation forced him to turn sharply to follow a leafy trail, fresh footsteps etched in the loose earth. They raced along, the sense of foreboding pounding in Trowa’s body, the engine only dying as they neared the cliff, and they saw a small knit of people congregated near the crumbling edge.

“Please no,” Trowa whispered as he ran tears streaking down his cheeks, his target clear and a gun finding it’s way into his hands. “Dear God, please not Midii,” his soul cried as he tripped over the fallen body of Christof Une, the young man’s blood marring his hands as he managed to push himself back into flight.

He watched as an argument commenced, he couldn’t hear the words, but his mind filled in the blanks, he could imagine what those men said as they pushed Midii roughly from hand to hand. He could see the determination and hidden terror in her eyes as she continued to hold her ground, fighting to plea her case to her once comrades. He watched with hidden terror as he saw the tell tale silver gleam of cold metal in the harsh sunlight, he couldn’t scream he couldn’t stop them as he saw the bullets hit her. His mind would forever remember the look on her face as the first bullet hit, the complete surprise and sorrow. He finally found his voice as the third bullet imbedded itself in her body, throwing her back over the edge of the cliff.

Bloodlust descended over his senses as his mind began to think as the soldier once more, he watched his face blank as each man fell. The pain only growing as he killed them, he could see Midii falling to her doom over and over, the sudden desperation only intensifying.

“Trowa, Christof is still alive,” Quatre’s soft voice filtered through the haze of rage.

“She’s gone,” he whispered, tears of despair falling to the crumbling earth at his feet. “She’s really gone, I can’t believe it, we said we’d always be together…”

“Trowa, this isn’t the time for a breakdown, do you think Midii would appreciate it if she knew that you let her brother die. Christof will die if we don’t get him some medical attention soon, I cannot even guarantee that he won’t die even with medical attention.” Quatre yelled through a curtain of tears as he furiously tried to bandage the gunshot wounds, which adorned the other mans body. “This is neither the time nor the place for grief Trowa, please help me,” Quatre repeated as he stared at his best friend and brother in arms.

She was falling, she couldn’t breath, her world was spiraling out of control, she didn’t have any control anymore. She could hear the crashing of waves grow louder and louder in her ears as she felt the welcoming cool of the ocean. The salt water adding to the myriad of pain, which had taken over her mind, she didn’t feel part of her body anymore, the world was growing dark and she was retreating from it. Midii wasn’t there anymore…

-To Be Continued…

AN: I warn you this epic will be angst filled…. Please do not harm the author…..

[1] Papa, I hate to say this, but Midii is doomed

[2] There is always hope Damien, Trowa will do everything he can for her, we must believe in him