Playing Invisible

Chapter 4

Heero stared up at the man in disbelief. Images filed through his mind of the implications… He shuddered; he had to run, had to get away.

Jay stepped closer; the gun aimed at Heero, a smirk dancing across his face.

Heero's mind whirred with the possibilities. He found himself looking wildly around, noting all the possible escape routes. He could dodge to the man's right and then bolt behind the far apartment complex, that would buy time. He could feign the right and go left, the restaurant was that way, surely they would not allow a assault right in front of them. He had seen what lay behind him; nothing but an alleyway lined with garbage.

He had possible escape routes; he could get away… if he was not pregnant.

There had been only a few occasions where Heero depended on his gun for protection, oh, how he longed for it now. He felt a fool for not carrying it anymore, yet this was the last thing he expected.

Jay looked behind Heero and grinned. "Perfect," He said roughly, "Git to the alley, pretty boy."

Heero flinched. Sighing deeply he stood and glared coldly at Jay. He blinked as headlights turned on up the street.

    "Damn it, git in the fucken’ alley!" Jay yelled in a low drawl.  He shot Heero a glare to rival his own, then turned madly toward the street after.

This was it; Heero could run while Jay's back was turned. He could go for the apartments, the other cars, anywhere besides where he stood. His heart pounded and muscles tingled in anticipation of the exertion. Within him, his baby tumbled.

No… How could he escape with his physic such as it was? But he had to try! Had to…

The light glinted off Jay's gun as he quickly tucked it into his jacket to hide from the car going by.

Heero knew he could not run with the possibility of getting shot, not with his baby.

Jay turned to face Heero and frowned. "I said git to the alley, pretty boy," his voice was dangerously tight. He raised his gun, once again pointing it atHeero. "And I damn well mean git to the alley!" Jay stepped forward, the same moment Heero stepped back.

    "I have money," Heero spoke quietly, his heart racing further as Jay walked closer. "An apartment up-town; you can have that."

    "Already have it, ain't need no whitie's shit."

Heero's brow knitted together; did this man not have a motive? "Anything you want."

    "What I want is you to get down on your knees, pretty boy, I'm tired of your bull!"

Heero rested a hand atop his belly as he slid along the wall of the alley to his knees. The child rolled again, pushing inside Heero. He sighed an apology; "There's nothing for me to do, baby…"

Jay missed what Heero said, grinning so broadly and eyes twinkling with malicious intent that he did not seem to care what was muttered. He moved beside Heero and roughly shoved him over. Swiftly, he knelt behind Heero, bringing his gun to rest at the back of Heero's skull.

Heero shivered at the feeling of cool steel against his neck. Had this been another time he could have spun and deftly kicked the man soundly and fled… But it was now, and he had no practical means of escape.

    "Scared, pretty boy?" Jay laughed harshly, leaning against Heero's back. He kept the gun steady as he ran a hand underneath Heero, unfastening his jacket and shirt along the way. "I'll keep this simple," Jay crooned, leaning up to push and tug the clothing from his captive's body awkwardly; "You scream and beg, pretty boy, and I'll let up. First sign of a fight, and they's be scraping remains from the walls, y'hear?"

Heero set his jaw and seethed. How could this man do this? What the Hell compelled him to this molestation? He hissed as the cold night air washed over his back where Jay was lifting his shirt.

    "Lift up your arms, slowly, no funny shit now."

This was worse, Heero knew, than being taken savagely. At the very least he could have had the satisfaction of knowing he was taken off guard, and no means or chance of defense. But this… he near snarled as Jay lifted his arm, grinding the gun into Heero's neck. This was beyond humiliation. Heero could do nothing if he wished for the safety of his child.

He shuddered once his torso was fully exposed. Jay's clammy hand rested in the middle of his back as he paused for breath. Jay laughed at the sight before him.

    "For a pretty boy you sure ain't looken good round your middle. It's almost a turn off." He laughed again.

Heero's glare hardened as his muscles tensed at Jay's touch. He had no right… Heero gasped as something cold and sharp pressed into his stomach.

    "That's right, pretty boy. See, I can help you with this little problem of yours. It's too bad, more an more of you whities be dying everyday from being the fat-asses you are." Jay chuckled, moving the small knife along Heero's flesh, not yet drawing blood. He stopped the blade at Heero's nipple, stabbing viciously.

Heero gasped at the burst of pain, instinctually rolling to his side, away from Jay. He placed his arms behind him, propping his body up and facing Jay.

Jay yelled in surprise before training his gun at Heero once again. He glared at Heero narrowly. "Don't do that again or I might just have to kill you."

Heero gasped lung-fulls of air. He could have been killed just then, he and his baby. How foolish. He looked down at his chest as Jay approached, sucking in a breath as he noticed the long gouge from his right nipple over his ribs. Too close.

    "I've had enough of your shit, pretty boy," Jay spat on him, a smirk playing across his lips. With a lunge, he was atop Heero, gun in Heero's face and knife to his belly. Grinning with malcontent, he trailed the knife along his abdomen, drawing a very thin line of blood to the band on Heero's pants. Jay made quick work of the waistband, pushing down the soft fabric until it rested at Heero's knees, ripping it on the way.

Heero gasped in surprise, Jay had moved expertly. His eyes widened as he realized the chance of escape was naught, all hope for ending this attack prematurely vanished.

He thrashed his hips as Jay pulled him close, managing to angle his body to kick the man in his genitals. Jay hissed in pain yet held his position, digging his knife deep into the flesh of Heero's thigh. Heero yelped, squeezing his eyes shut at the scorching pain as Jay drug the knife toward him, then left it in the wound.

    "No," Heero whispered, refusing to resign himself to this cruel fate.

Jay slapped him hard across the face with the gun, splitting Heero's lip. Heero opened enraged eyes, anger flowing with the pain through his body. Yet what was he to do with this adrenaline? Pain flared in his leg as he attempted movement and Jay reached for the knife, twisting it violently.

Heero screamed, no longer able to withhold the cry. He grabbed at the knife, desperately trying to remove it. Jay snatched it from his thigh only to slice awkwardly in his anger above Heero's left knee before tucking the knife somewhere.

Heero writhed, his legs feeling as if on fire, his heart pounding madly within his chest and his mind screaming at him to attack.

Suddenly Heero found himself staring at the dirtied snow and garbage on the alley floor, his shoulder being rubbed raw from the harsh bricks of the wall. The cold steal of the gun was still present at the base of his skull. He did not remember getting in this position; he must have blacked out. He legs were tense and bleeding, he ached to relieve the weight from them. Every muscle in his body was taught.

Heero felt, more than heard, the nonsense babble falling from his lips. He hurt so badly the pain gnawed at his mind. Shock tore through him as he felt the intrusion lower in his body. His eyes widened as bile rose in his throat.

Anger ripped through Heero. He was a soldier! A Gundam pilot…! Yet, he had changed. Heero had become something different throughout the war, something other than the Perfect Soldier. Where before he would have killed himself to prevent capture, he now would submit, even to Jay, if his baby would survive. Jay's short nails dug into Heero's hip as he seated himself violently, thrusting in to the root and pulling out only to repeat the action. Heero panted against the thrusts, feeling his insides tear at the vicious rutting. He snarled, pleaded, and screamed as he was taken roughly. The baby within him rolled away from the hard thrusts vainly, obviously distressed.

No, no… Jay was hurting his baby! Heero sobbed dryly, his throat thick with emotion. He desperately wanted to attack, yet with a sick resignation he knew he could not fight his way from this. Every movement on Heero's part shot electricity through his nerves and his baby…

 Why was this happening? If his baby died he would…

An acidic taste coated his tongue at the thought and was the only precursor as Heero shuddered and vomited.

Jay's rutting increased in speed until he spilled himself deep inside Heero. Heero felt his tender walls sting in protest to the hot semen that filled him. He vomited again.

Jay panted heavily, tossing the gun aside as he stood, staggering as he pulled his pants up about his waist. He smirked at Heero's form, kicking at his legs and causing him to fall into his vomit, curling to his side.

Jay laughed and picked up the gun again, aiming at Heero. Heero's body shook violently, his breath came in throaty gasps. His eyes looked glossy as they fell on Jay.

Jay pulled the trigger, grinning wickedly at the small clicking sound that followed. He turned the gun over in his hand, looking at it in amusement. "Empty, you son-of-a-bitch." He laughed loudly, throwing the gun at Heero gut. It hit soundly and Heero gasped, his hands falling to his belly.

Quiet sobs left Heero as he baby pounded against him. At least they were alive. He swallowed at the bitter taste in his mouth. The gun was empty… He could have run…

Jay kicked garbage in Heero's face as he left, smiling cruelly and humming.

Heero jumped at the sound of screeching tires and a loud shout before glass shattered. Curses were yelled. An engine roared and the car sped off.

Heero strained his neck to see the road. Jay lay in the street, his body twisted in an unnatural position, his mouth agape. Blood pooled around him, spreading about his body. Heero closed his eyes against the gore, a sigh escaping his lungs as a form of thanks. His attacker was dead… anger and relief flooded him, yet relief won out; even if not by Heero's own hands, as he would have liked, Jay was dead.

Heero grimaced. He stomach lurched and he heaved, acidic fluids flowing out of his mouth. He trembled as he tried to get to his knees, crying out as they gave way under his weight and falling to his side. Searing pain scorched his veins as his vision turned blurry, his mind going blank. With a heavy sigh, Heero fell into unconsciousness.

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TBC

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