[Sequel to: "Racing with Secrets" Book 4 of the "Secrets" Arc]
Author: Enigma
Written: October, 2000
Rating: R
Pairings: (?X1) (1X2) (3X4) (5+S)
Category: Angst, Disturbing Content, AU, yaoi
Cumulatibe Warnings: Angst, disturbign content, yaoi, language, AU, sap, OOC
Disclaimers: I don't own the Gundam Wing Universe or any other anime characters I use here, just the parts of this story and some characters that are new are truly mine [especially Laurel, she's *still* my daughter after all!]. Please don't sue me, all I've got is a broken down car that hates me.
Note: Timeframe---after the war has ended and the Gundams were destroyed.

Unexpected Secrets
Part 9

Laurel awoke screaming. "Oh, no, no, no, no, NO!" She drew in a ragged breath and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Daddy! Mr. Rasid! Anybody!!! HELP!!!"

Trowa had heard her first screams and was half-way to her room, when Rasid came up beside him. "Master Trowa, what is wrong with Miss Laurel?" The large man had become quite attached to the little blue-eyed beauty.

"I don't know, Rasid. But I intend to find out." Grimly determined, Trowa's long legs carried him as quickly as possible to the girl's room.

Converging from the other direction, Quatre had left his office, too, having been alerted to a problem by one of the medical staff. The three men rushed into the room to find the small girl hunched over in apparent pain, still sobbing. Her eyes were wild and apparently unseeing, but Quatre eased her into his arms as best he could and she began to settle down. "Shh, angel, shh," Quatre whispered in her ear, gently straightening her hair in a move that usually comforted her. "I'm here now. Stop crying and tell Daddy what's wrong."

"Oh, Daddy!" She cried looking at Quatre and holding onto him as if her very life depended on it. Her tears flowed uncontrollably and she could barely speak. Quatre looked to the others helplessly, he'd tried all the things that usually worked to calm her.

Before Trowa even had a chance, Rasid sat down and gathered the child, heavy casts and all, into his generous lap. "There now, take it easy, princess. Tell me what is wrong that I might make it right for you."

"Oh, Mr. Rasid!" She was still sobbing uncontrollably. "Some terrible men are going to hurt Mr. Heero very, very badly! Can't we do something to stop it? I *still* can't change things in the dreams and I'm so scared! Mr. Heero is going to be hurt so bad!"

Quatre became quite anxious at the pronouncement regarding Heero being injured in some fashion. He was almost afraid to do so, but felt he had to ask, "Laurel, sweetie, how did he get hurt? When does it happen or did it already happen?" He had felt no disturbance within his uchuu no kokoro, yet it was acting so strangely lately he would not rely on it alone.

"Oh, Daddy, it's too awful!" She couldn't control herself as she began to tremble. "Some men hurt him while he was trying to take a shower or something, I think. They were laughing and calling him names like 'pretty boy' and doing all kinds of yucky stuff! And there was so much blood! It was awful!" She broke into an almost asthmatic breathing pattern she was so upset. "I think it is about to happen or it just did, I'm not sure, but it was so very, very scary! Please go check on him right away! He needs help NOW!!!" Eyes wild with fear looked up imploringly.

The three men exchanged glances. A shower, the name "pretty boy" being used as an insult, men hurting Heero by doing "yucky stuff" that they were glad the girl hopefully didn't fully understand; it added up to something all of them dreaded---rape.

Gang rape.

Quatre and Trowa were gone before they even reassured the girl, but Rasid was placing orders to get a helicopter up and running for them immediately, even while he gently rocked the precious aching child that was still in his arms.

The bail hearing had been a disaster, but at least Heero had gotten a few rights added to his conditions of imprisonment. For one thing, he finally got to get out and exercise and that alone had relieved a great deal of the tension and anxiety. As he finished running a solid 50 K, he felt much better. All he needed now was a shower, another new privilege, and he'd feel more like himself than he had in a long time.

Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be how it ended as Laurel already knew but, sadly, he didn't.

Standing under the hot water, Heero let the tension ease out of his muscles. He stretched out the lactic acid that had collected, more so than what would have been present if his training had not been interrupted, but it wasn't too bad. He was so focused on his own thoughts, he had failed to note the sounds of others entering the group shower area.

"Hey, guys," a brute of a man sneered, "Look at the pretty boy over there all wet with nowhere to go!"

"Yeah!" Leered another, "Wanna bet he's a virgin? As pretty as he is, I doubt it, but that tiny little teenage ass looks tight to me!"

Raucous laughter echoed off the tile and pulled Heero's thoughts to reality. Somehow, he hadn't even realized they were talking about him when suddenly he felt the weight of rough hands and bodies forcing him facedown onto the floor, his head impacting solidly with the cement.

"All right, gorgeous," the first thug snarled, forcing Heero's legs apart, "I always break in the new meat around here and you're going to join the club!"

With no further preamble or preparation, the man forced his huge erection into Heero's admittedly tight passageway tearing him and causing pain to radiate throughout his body. Caught off-guard as he was, Heero was actually dazed by what was happening; the impact of his head against the unforgiving cement floor had given the men the temporary advantage over his trained reflexes.

Unfortunately, it took too long for those reflexes to kick back in.

"Ah, Man! You're a good lay, ya' little slut! Nice and tight!" The man moaned as he emptied himself into Heero's unwilling body. He yanked his now shrinking yet still large penis out as quickly as he had forced it in, furthering the damage done. Negligently, he went over to a shower and rinsed Heero's blood off of himself considering it a job well done.

A second man eagerly replaced the first, pounding into Heero mercilessly. For the first time, Heero actually cried out in pain as the second man's cock was remarkably larger than the first and nothing Heero had ever experienced in the way of tender love making with Duo could have prepared him for such a brutal assault. The sadist rode Heero's ass harder and harder screaming his pleasure at having made the boy scream out in pain. Nothing pleased this sick man more than knowing he was hurting someone smaller and defenseless in his eyes. He finally thrust even deeper a single time, tearing the delicate inner walls further and poured streams of liquid fire into Heero's body. He took twisted pleasure in seeing the amount of blood running down his victim's legs and knew he had left a permanent mark on him both physically and mentally.

The sadist, even though having violently filled Heero with his sperm, refused to remove himself from his position within the tight, hot confines of Heero's body when the others demanded their turn with the "pretty boy". He growled out a threat that anyone who interrupted him would pay, then proceeded to further Heero's agony by viciously grabbing Heero's own length and pulling it as hard as he could in an effort to stimulate the boy against his will. Cruelly, he stretched the organ farther than it should have been, tearing the skin viciously and causing damage there as well. He grinned to himself that the kid could never have sex again, whether it was with a man or a woman, and not feel at least some of the pain he was causing him right now. He liked that idea.

A second scream came from Heero's lips as the pain lanced through him from both front and back. It was this scream, however, that saved him from possibly dying at their hands.

High above the shower area, the guard responsible for overseeing the room had been ignoring what happened below, figuring they were all bastards to be there and they deserved whatever Hell was visited on them. But then Jack Ryuzouji called the booth, angry about not being kept posted on his prisoner's status and had overheard the scream. Jack demanded to know what was going on and the guard suddenly realized the error of his ways and set in motion the automatic release of sleeping gas into the shower area to restore order. He also called for emergency medical technicians, but he had no idea what they'd find. Enraged, Jack was already on his way to the room in a hurry.

After the second scream, the sadist removed himself pleased with the huge amount of blood that poured forth with his withdrawal. Then a third followed by a fourth man each rammed into the teen's ravaged entrance, each quickly releasing themselves and moving aside for the others to have a turn. Blood and water swirled down the floor drain in a carmine dance as Heero regained enough strength to take action. It was during a brief moment when two men argued over who would claim "the slut" next, that he made his move.

Springing up, Heero lashed out with his heel squarely knocking two of his attackers to the floor breaking their necks and sending other would-be rapists fleeing. Fury blazed in his cobalt-blue eyes as he approached the sadist, currently lost in his own rapture of torturing another convict, and savagely snapped the man's neck, tossing the body away like the trash it was. The very first attacker, however, was well aware of the danger as Heero approached him. Blood still flowed profusely down the young man's legs, but for a few brief moments the Perfect Soldier had regained control and would fulfill the mission objective: kill those who were his enemies. As the gas began to pour into the room, Heero instinctively held his breath long enough to ram the heel of his palm into the man's nose, shoving the bone straight into his brain killing him almost instantly.

Turning to search and destroy the remaining attackers, the Soldier stumbled as the pain overcame him and he fell to the floor once more, this time into the merciful arms of unconsciousness.

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