Capítulo 79: Hilde Saved
Duo talked to McMillan briefly before heading over. Apparently, the women had left not too long ago. Now was their chance to get in there and get her. Duo had them sneak from the house instead of directly to the hangar. There was less chance someone would be watching that way as well.
When he went in, he had no idea what to think. "Deathscythe?" He walked toward his very old gundam. "You come back from hell just to say hello?" No, that couldn't be right, this was one of the old designs. "This was the design used for when we were on Earth." That gundam was destroyed by Trowa.
Brand new, tip-top shape. "Hilde, you in there?!" He yelled out her name, but he didn't hear a response. He went toward a new little section. Two teleprompters. He activated one. "Hilde!" There she was. "Hilde, where are you?"
"You aren't real until 1800. 1800. Until then, not real. Not real."
"Hilde." Those eyes. That expression. "What the hell did they do to you? That's the zero system affecting you, isn't it? Where are you? Hilde?" He wasn't getting any better of a response, so he headed toward Deathscythe. On the screen, it was clear to see she was inside a mobile suit. "Hilde!"
"Not real. Not real." He could hear her inside of it.
He tried to open it up, but it was stuck. "Hilde, I'm going to figure out how to get you out." He heard her mutters of 'not real' over again. Not until 1800.
Oh no, if there was one thing they messed up on, it was picking his brand of mobile suit. He worked on Deathscythe for ages. He got off Deathscythe and headed straight to the hangar program area. He got into the familiar programs he used to work with all the time. Not long, it wouldn't take long.
"Geez, you can really burn those keys," McMillan said as he watched him put in everything he needed to get into the basic features. If Duo hadn't been in such a hurry he would have made a joke about how he could pop a soda can with it all, but he wasn't in a good mood. He was just moving as fast as possible to get into the root files, find what they changed, and break it so he could get her out of there. "Is it gonna be safe to do that? What if they are strapped like an explosive or something?"
Self destruct. "Good call." He opened up another window, he had such a one-track mind, it'd be good to make sure nothing like that was on Deathscythe. It wouldn't take more than 5-8 seconds. "Not an automatic." What was this though? There was something that could trigger it. A program. They must have downloaded a program into the computer.
He isolated the program and froze it, so he could work around it. There, that was simple. Now, he went back to the beginning so he could pop it open. "Bingo."
He ran straight over, hearing it pop open. In her head space with the zero system, he knew she would-
There was a small amount of hurt as he caught most of her falling to the floor, but it was way worth it. "Hilde." He hugged her head as her whole body was shaking in his arms. "Real, Hilde. You're safe now."
"It isn't 1800," she moaned.
Oh, Hilde. Seeing her like this wasn't easy to bear. He stroked her hair. "Hilde-Babe, it'll be alright. It's just the zero system, just a program. You are out of it now. It'll be okay." Oh god, look at her arm. Branded with the word soldier.
"I want you to be real so bad, but you never are." She reached out toward him. "I don't want to kill you."
"You won't."
"I don't want to die."
"You won't." That zero system messed her up something awful. How did Heero and Zechs ever conquer it? He started to move around to get up with her. McMillan was on watch, but getting her out of there quick was the best idea.
However, he lost it just a bit when one of the greatest and worst things happened in his entire life. His Hilde had been so out of it, so desperate for him, and wanted him so much, not believing that he was himself. That.
She kissed him. Her lips didn't let go, trying to hold on for dear life, and he wasn't stepping back as fast.
Bad idea, all around, forever and ever. What they were doing. It all screamed regret with that kiss.
As much as he wanted to enjoy that sensation, he couldn't. Reason wouldn't leave him alone. There was a reason all these years they stayed at the friend zone. There was a reason they needed to get out, and get out fast.
Most of all? There was a reason if he just moved out of there and pulled away, that this moment wouldn't destroy the friendship they had. She was out of her mind right now, she wouldn't believe it happened.
He took her out of their house and drove her away with McMillan's rental. He kept assuring her it was safe, and it was over. Little by little, she was coming back around.
"Sorry about what they did, Duo," McMillan said to him.
"It could have been much worse," Duo assured him. He kept one of his arms wrapped around Hilde. "She'll get better. The zero system is tough on the mind, but she'll be okay. Who knew Revenge of the Lost even had blueprints to my old gundam?" Crazy.
"Duo." She trembled. "This is . . ."
"Real. Yeah, real," he assured her. "You are safe now, Hilde. Back with good ol' Duo."
"Duo." She squeezed tighter. "You wouldn't believe the things I saw."
"I've been in that kind of thing before. It's okay." She was already starting to come around. "This is over. I've got a great place to hunker down, but that won't need to last real long." Let's see, maybe he could make her feel better? "See?"
He found a news station currently talking about Revenge of the Lost and the arrests taking place. Scandals. Everything. "Not one of the people who hurt you will get away." Speaking of hurt? He tried not to touch that injury. What a hell of an injury. Physically, it needed taken care of before it got anymore infected. That branding was just like Middie Une, but longer, and all over that arm. She wouldn't be able to wear even a short shirt without seeing that hideous thing. Never again. I will never take my eyes off you again, Hilde.
"Trowa, Trowa this way!"
Trowa heard Gins voice, but he couldn't follow it. He would have to trust Middie to him, because he had to know how this end. I am so sorry, Quatre!
They had found the town that RTL wanted them to check. Middie had held the tranquilizer dart gun. Everything had been going fine at first.
Dorothy was actually there, away from Quatre, Revenge of the Lost must have had her. She was moving around slightly in cuffs, waiting.
It still counted. Trying to take a shot, would make them look legit. He had steadied Middie's gun. He had made sure it lined up a good distance away. He had done everything he could. RTL would be on the run soon, Hero should be done with the tablet soon, but he couldn't risk not taking a shot when they were that close. There would be several members that would still need picked up. It was too dangerous not to take the shot.
It wasn't on point. He was very good on point. He had to be very good on point and accuracy with what he did in the circus.
Regardless.
"Hey, it's over." Gin showed him the text. Middie dropped the gun, stunned, while Trowa just stared at the message. RTL was proud of Middie, she made her target. Middie Une was now even in Revenge of the Lost's eye and they would never chase her again.
After that message, Trowa had to. There was no time. Gin had called to him, but he couldn't leave it that way.
Two forms of tranquilizer darts. One that helped, and one that would kill. Trowa got closer to them as Dorothy was fighting against them now. He could see where Middie must have struck.
"Let me go, I can't go out this way!" Dorothy cried out. "That bitch, I can't believe this, let me go!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs as they were throwing her in a car.
"Two hours. Yell and scream all you want," they insisted. "In two hours if you're still alive, you beat the game. It'll be over. You'll be dropped off in the middle of nowhere at the hour and a half mark."
"My god, my Sandrock." Dorothy looked so . . . "I'll take it now, I'll take the happiness, I will, please! Quatreeeee!"
Dorothy Catalonia had never been that distraught. Calm. Polite. Even when stabbing someone. This was the first time Trowa had seen her out of control. He hung onto the back of the vehicle. Unseen but he had to follow.
He had to know. He did this, he caused this! He had been so careful. She would either be okay, and he could collect her safely back for Quatre.
Or? He could make sure she didn't at least die alone.
Middie would need help dealing with what she did, but he couldn't abandon Dorothy like that either. This was his fault, and he had to correct it.
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