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[fic] Shock
Pairing/Characters: Trowa and Duo
Rating & Warnings: R - for suggestion of violent rape, coarse language and heavy angst.
Notes: My first darkfic. It's cute.

Summary: Trowa tries to get a handle on his situation.



The world had been a perfectly red smear, until something appeared in the maddening fog that filled me and smothered my senses, hovering above the bloody pulp with the pleading eyes. I held tighter onto the only handle I had left in this world, to keep my shaking body from collapsing.
The hovering object did not come any closer, but seemed to be talking to me, seemed to know me.


      "Pass that wrench, would you?"


My head hurt. It hurt like somebody had beaten it. With a wrench, maybe? And my mouth tasted of bile; had I vomited? Was I about to? This degree of nausea would drive anyone insane.


      "I'm driving this time, damn it!"


The object before me moved an inch toward me; my grip on the black handle weakened for a moment and there was the sensation of falling, adrenaline pumping through my body. Where had I seen it before?
My heart slowly crept up and into my throat, making it harder for me to breathe with every beat.


      "Beat you again! That'll be twenty, thank you."


The pathetic red blob on the floor tried to slither away into the crimson fog behind it, but my handle seemed to be tied to it with invisible threads. I swung forward, the rush of air from the sudden movement felt cool against my sweaty forehead and I became aware of excruciating pains in the lower part of my body.
The floating object was closer now, too. It seemed to want to share the metal handle, while it should be obvious there was barely enough room for one to hold on to it.


      "Hey! Didn't your merc guardians ever teach you
        to share your candy with your friends?"


Friends? With my heart clogging my throat, I gasped for air. How could I leave a friend hanging in this screamingly mad environment?
Through rapidly blurring vision I saw the bloody mass widening its eyes as I felt my black, metal guardian moving towards it, dragging me along. The fear of letting go overwhelmed me yet again and my grasp firmed around the warm, sweaty handle. My knees were trembling like jell-o during an earthquake and my throbbing ass clenched in discomforted response. How long before my strength would give?


      "Hey, buddy, do you need a hand?"


The hovering object gently approached me, stopping at about a yard distance; when the blur that had obscured my view had grown heavy enough to be pulled down my cheeks by gravity, I could convince myself the object looked more like a human hand than anything else.
Would it challenge me for the handle? Would it hurt me?
The hand's magnetic field tugged at my handle; the ties to the bloody blob seemed to have been cut and the blob disappeared from my view. My throat squeezed shut with anxiety, panic rising for the sheer idea of having to release my only support, causing me to gasp wildly for air as my eyesight blurred again.


      "I swear. If you ever need me, just say the word."


My stomach nearly turned when the handle started shaking more violently than before. Both the redness of the world and the fog in my mind faded with every gush of water from my eyes, until I saw the L-shaped handle in my hand waving like a mad dowsing device at a human figure before me.


"Put the gun down, Tro. What do you say, huh?"


I recognized the distant voice as friendly, concerned, attached to the human and his familiar hand. I could not say anything; realizing in horror what I had been latching on to, I released my grip and dropped the weapon.
My knees gave under the weight of a dawning memory. The scream penetrating my still cottony hearing and making my skin crawl, I knew, was my own.


"The bastard will get what's coming to him, I will make damn sure of that."   An affected sigh marked a tense pause.   "I just don't want you in jail for punching his due one-way ticket to Hell."


Then, I realized who this was and why he was here; overcome with disgust, I doubled up and started vomiting.   Duo kneeled down beside me and carefully held my hair back with the hand that had dared reach out to a terrified and violated madman in a bloody rage.