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Part LIX Relena turned her gaze from the gun up to her captor. His dark eyes bore into hers. They stayed that way, staring at each other for what seemed to her like forever.
“Are you going to do it?” he asked, breaking the heavy silence. She blinked. “Do what?” “Beg for your life?” She merely stared at him. What response should she make to that? She doubted that her words would convince him to spare her. Yet she had no doubt that he would enjoy it if she did beg. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. “No final words from the great Relena Peacecraft? I’m so disappointed.” The door suddenly burst open. He was turning to the doorway when the shot rang out. He dropped his gun as blood erupted from his arm. Relena pressed herself against the wall as she tried to process what happened. The leader was pressing his injured forearm against his chest as he glared in the direction of the door. The gunmen stood there, his weapon still trained on the leader. “Who are you?” the leader demanded. “Heero,” Relena whispered. The gunmen did not acknowledge her, keeping his focus on the injured man in front of him. “You can call me Heero Yuy.” “Heero Yuy?” the leader echoed. He chuckled. “It seems I’m surrounded by pacifists.” “It’s over,” Heero said. “You and your men need to surrender.” The leader shook his head. “I can’t do that.” “Enough blood has been spilt today.” “Not yet,” the leader replied, glancing at Relena. “She will not die by your hand.” “Don’t you see?” the leader demanded, looking at Heero again. “She’s a threat. As long as she is alive, she will always be a rallying point, a source of contention among people.” “If she dies, she becomes a martyr. Her influence will not end with her death.” “But the people would be free to find a new idol, a new hero.” “She will not die by your hand,” Heero repeated. “Drop your gun!” a voice demanded from the hall. Icy fear poured over Relena as she watched Heero take the hit to the shoulder and stagger behind the heavy door. |
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