Written by Talon Harvilicz
Chapter Nine: The Truth
"I got the results if you want them," Heero said to Quatre.
Distracted, Quatre turned his head to him. His apartment room was crowded with four Thirds, himself, Duo, and Heero, accompanied by Trowa. He had saved his life, as well as Duo. He took them to get repairs and made sure everything was alright. Trowa had now proved his trust with that. Though, he was still weary of him, since he hadn't told him why he had acted the way he did earlier. Rejection perhaps. Humans had forced him into his way of life.
"Sure, what is it?" he asked.
"It's going to be a big surprise," Heero warned. "Surprised me." The others listened in. "Kyle Murdock is owned by our very own would-be elected President Une."
Quatre's eyes widened. "Une."
Heero nodded. "Wufei's positive it's her. Kyle's old records were classified, but he managed to track them down and break into them. The result led to Une being his original owner."
Quatre put a finger to his lips, thinking to himself. "It's starting to make sense," he mumbled. The others glared at him. He looked up at them, then held his hand out, appearing as if he were Sherlock Holmes making a remarkable discovery. "It's like Une planned this. Kyle hadn't assassinated President Darlin by himself, by his own free will, Une put him up to it. I bet she was the one who screwed his mind up, made him into the crazy fuck that he is now. No Third in their right mind would kill the very human that was for their liberty. I have a feeling she programed him. He did her duty work. She wanted to kill President Darlin so she could be President elect sooner. She's a Third hater, and she wants us dead." The others blinked at his analysis. "But of course," he said in finale. "We ought to hear this straight from the horse's mouth."
He stood and strode over to the small table with nothing but a box on it. The others followed. Quatre lifted the box, revealing Kyles head from under it. The eyes of it looked around.
Duo leaned while looking at the head. "I still think that's so weird," he commented.
"What the hell do you want?" the head snarled.
Quatre grabbed Kyle by the hair and lifted him up to eye level. "I hope you heard. Is Une your owner?"
"Who wants to know?"
"Who do you think?" He shook the head.
What's the point anyway? We're going to die anyway."
Quatre sneered at him. "Not if we can stop this! It's your fault---no, her fault that all of this happened. That is, if she truly is your owner."
Kyle didn't answer.
"Don't just stare at me!" Quatre snapped. "Say something!"
"You're crazy!" Kyle said.
"If you don't say something important soon, I'll promise, you'll be sorry you didn't. Is Une your owner or not?"
Kyle bared his teeth. "Yes she is. Are you happy now?"
"Thank you. Alright, now that I got that one out of you, I want to ask you a few more questions."
"Don't count on it," Kyle snarled at him.
"Alright, you want to be difficult," Quatre said coolly. "I can deal with that." He walked over to the open window, carrying Kyle by a fistful of hairs. He shoved his arm out and held it there in midair. "Okay dumb ass, if you don't answer my questions, I'll drop you out this window! And I'm not fucking playing!" The others leaned towards him, watching.
"You can't do this!" Kyle shouted.
"Oh yes I can!" He kept his arm extended out. "As far as I'm concerned, you torn the last thread of my nerves. I can do what ever I want to you. You put this on yourself. You could have stopped, but you didn't."
"I didn't have a choice," Kyle said. "There's one thing I got to tell you, agent Quatre, you better not report me to the public.You should know what will happen if you do." Quatre listened. "If you think the situation with the Thirds is bad enough, it'll turn to shit if you tell everyone that assassin of President Darlin was a Third. Then everyone will want the Thirds dead, every single one! A Third caused President Darlin's death. That means killing every fucking Third out there. They'll kill every Third like a mad animal. That means you, me, and even your fucked up friend back there." He eyed Trowa over Quatre's shoulder. "They won't give a fuck if they're free Thirds, they'll do it to prevent something like it ever again."
Quatre went cold. His pupils shrank down to small circles. "She meant to kill off the Thirds in the first place," he said slowly. "Her first attempt failed, so she went to try again by getting elected. You weren't revealed were you? She meant to. She meant to report that a Third killed President Darlin."
"Stupid fuck," Kyle said. "She didn't reveal me because she kept her word to me."
"And what was that?"
"She said if I killed the President," he said. "she would make a free Third. She gave me a last name and freed me."
Quatre frowned. "You fool. All that, and you harmed your own kind. You betrayed us! You're too human. You're so human it's sick. Because of you all Thirds are going to die. You son of a bitch, you deserve to die!" He stepped back and threw Kyles head inside the room. Duo caught the head and looked at it.
Quatre closed his eyes. "You turned selfish. You forgot how to be a Third. You were too desperate to be free, you would let your own kind suffer for it. You don't understand that you'll even die for your decision. You could have been freed."
"Yeah, well fuck you," Kyle said.
"I think it's time to put him back in the box," Duo said, and walked back to the table.
"Tell your friend he screams like a girl," Kyle said, then laughed.
Quatre snapped his head around. "Shut the fuck up!"
Duo quickly put the box over Kyle's head once on the table
Quatre lowered his head and sat on the bed. Tears began to drip from his eyes. He fought not to sob, but cried quietly instead.
Heero moved to his side and wiped a tear away with his finger. "Quatre."
Quatre lifted his head, his eyes still wet from the tears. He looked him in the eyes. "We're going to die, Heero, all because of a Third learned human greed."
"We won't die," Heero said. "I won't let that happen. We're going to do something about it. We're going to expose Une."
Quatre wiped his eyes dry. "Then we'll die trying to help our kind. I'll do it. I believe."
Trowa took a few steps towards the two male Thirds. He went to Quatre's other side. "I may not know much about you," Trowa said. "And you don't know much about me, but I want to help you. I want your trust. Because of you, you helped me realized what I truly am. A Third. I would have ended up like Kyle, learning every human emotion out there, caring nothing but myself. Will you let me?"
Quatre let a weak smile escape his lips. His eyes turned glassy again. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, you can help. You can help. Thank you."
"No, thank you."
A tear drained from his eye. He quickly wiped it away. "What should we do now?"
By the table, Duo had the box lifted up, trying to annoy Kyle. He was hitting it, in his way of getting revenge for his wrecked hideout, for Quatre, and himself. He poked at his forehead, while Kyle tried to bite his finger.
Duo chuckled. "Can't get me." He poked him over and over, until Kyle bite his finger and held on. Quatre watched from the corner of his eye. So did the other two. Duo yelped and flung his hand around, trying to throw him off.
"I'm about to throw Kyle out the fucking window," Heero said.
"Why don't we throw Duo out the fucking window while we're at it?" Quatre said.
Duo plied Kyle off his finger, then looked at Quatre. "I heard that."
Quatre grinned and shrugged.
Duo put Kyle back on the table, and hovered the box over to cover him up.
"Did you know you're an ugly son of a bitch?"
"Did you know you're just a talking head?" Duo put the box over him, then lifted it back up. "Hey I got an idea. It's Duo and his talking head. We could go to Vegas. We'll be a hit!"
"Fuck you."
"Aw, you're no fun," Duo said, and put his hands on his hips.
"Excuse me." Quatre stood up from the bed and walked to the table. He picked Kyle's head up from the table, turned around, facing the others, then kicked it out the window. Duo fell down laughing immediately. Quatre folded his arms with a calm face. "Who wants to go get him?"
No one responded. Duo kept laughing.
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