Chapter Thirteen:

 

Our Lady Of Peace Chapel

Northern Hemisphere

Earth

 

The candles flickered and almost went out as a cold gust of wind rushed into the small chapel. The young nun’s hands shook a bit and unconsciously she clutched the miniature medallion that hung around her neck in reassurance. Taking another deep breath, she focused her attention on lighting the other candles that stood before the statue of The Blessed Virgin. The soft chimes from the large church across the street echoed soothingly into the small worship area and for a brief moment, she felt a sense of peace and security.

 

“Hail Mary the Lord is with thee,” she muttered softly, as she bowed before the statue. “Blessed are you amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb…”

 

A loud slam of a door caused her to jump in fear. She darted fearful eyes around the empty chapel, hands tightening around the medallion.

 

“Who…who is here?” she asked in a shaky tone. Her young body seemed poised for flight at the thought of someone lurking in the dark shadows just waiting for her.

 

Dear Lord…give me strength…

She nearly screamed as she bumped into the statue of The Lord behind her and holding onto to it to steady herself, she glanced towards the confessional. That was where the noise had come from.

 

Oh, why did I have to be on duty tonight? Why couldn’t I just keep my big mouth shut and not volunteer my services?

 

“Relena.”

 

“AAAAHH!!”

 

She stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, blue eyes widening in abject terror as they took in the looming figure that seemed to have appeared from nowhere. She slapped a hand over her mouth, biting hard into the soft flesh to curtail her growing hysteria. The man didn’t look that dangerous come to think of it. He had light brown hair with a lock that fell across his forehead. Weird shaped eyebrows over sparkling blue eyes in the handsome face completed the picture, leaving the frightened girl slightly in awe of his magnetic presence.

 

“Do not be afraid, Miss. Peacecraft,” came the soothing, husky voice from the strange man. “I have come to ask you for a favor. A very big favor.”

 

He held out a hand as his features broke into a warm smile. “Will you come with me, Sister Relena?”

 

As if hypnotized, she found herself reaching out to grasp the offered appendage, only to shake her head quickly and pull it back. She shifted back slowly, narrowing her eyes in distrust. “Who are you? What are you doing here? What do you want from me?”

 

Treize Khushrenada eyed the girl with a small nod of satisfaction. He had made the right choice after all. This girl looked like she would be able to carry out the task without a problem. It was just unfortunate that she had chosen to become a nun. He stooped to her level, barely able to control a small chuckle at the way she moved away again.

 

“I promise that I will not harm you, Miss. Peacecraft,” He reiterated calmly. “I have only come to give you a gift.”

 

“A gift? What gif…aaaaaaaaaah…” The cool touch of his hands upon her forehead sent her eyes fluttering closed. She was pushed back to the floor gently and Treize was quick to mutter a few chants over her prone figure. He placed his hands upon her stomach and closed his eyes. A soft glow seemed to emanate from them and before long, they were both enclosed in a pale golden aura that slowly faded away as he opened up his eyes.

 

“Yes, Miss. Peacecraft. You will do just fine.” And getting to his feet, he clasped his hands together and faded out from view leaving Relena Peacecraft alone in seeming slumber.

 

 

 

 

Lord Khatet’s Castle

Cairo, Egypt

 

Zechs paced restlessly around the comatose figure of his partner and superior. Treize had been ‘gone’ for way too long now and the status of Heero, Trowa and Wufei was yet to be established. He had sent several messengers after the hunters, not knowing what lay ahead for any one of them.

 

A slight stir from Treize sent Zechs scurrying to his side quickly. “Were you successful? Did you find the right person?”

 

The older man groaned and lifted weary eyelids to stare at the anxious visage of his lover. “Yes, I did,” he finally mumbled out as he tried to get to his feet. With a little aid from Zechs, he managed to get himself composed and he glared angrily at the opened chamber doors remembering the disobedience he had had to deal with earlier. “Any sign or word from them?” he asked curtly as he straightened out his suit with quick impatient jerks.

 

Zechs shook his head slowly. “No. It has been strangely quiet since you ‘left.’ The loud rumbling sound we heard earlier seems to have died down.”

 

“Do not be fooled by Amon-Rah’s tricks, Zechs. You know as well as I do that he is laying a trap for us.”

 

“Yes, I know that…but…” He bit his lower lip in thought. He was really anxious to know who the chosen girl was and at this point, he didn’t want to upset Treize by asking.

 

“She is a nun.”

 

Zechs blinked and gaped at his lover in disbelief. He had forgotten all about their telepathic abilities for a moment. “A nun?! But…but…”

 

Treize leaned forward to seize Zech’s lips in a quick but hard kiss, pulling back to eye his flustered mate with mischief in his blue depths. “Ah, ah, ah, my impatient little love. All will be revealed in due time, you’ll see.”

 

“My Lord Treize! My Lord!” A messenger ran towards them, having just scouted the other parts of the castle. “We have discovered the body of someone that is believed to be the real Solo, my Lord!”

 

Treize and Zechs exchanged glances and giving a curt nod, the brown-haired man barked out to the remaining messengers. “Bring him here quickly. Zechs, I want you to heal him as soon as he arrives.”

 

“But where are you going to?” the blonde asked in bewilderment.

 

Treize’s lips pursed in a firm line, his eyes darkening with determination. “I am going after them, Zechs. Someone has to make sure that things do not get out of hand, remember? Once Solo comes out I want you to ask him some questions, okay? He might be the key to bringing Duo back to his normal…what the hell was that?!”

 

A loud explosion was heard as the entire building seemed to shake and tremble in its aftermath. Debris fell from the roof and everyone had to duck as another rumble followed soon after.

 

“Damn it! The entire place is collapsing!” Treize shouted out several more commands. “Hurry up! We don’t have too much time! I am going in!”

 

With a curt nod, he whipped out his gun and dashed into the waiting darkness beyond the large chamber doors.

 

 

 

 

Quatre opened up his eyes slowly. The pain in his groin was slowly ebbing away and he felt as if he could move…a little. Wincing slightly, he sat up on his elbows and tried to make sense of his surroundings. For a moment, nothing seemed to come to mind, but as he dared shift again, the memory of Duo’s assault on him came rushing back causing him to cover his face with his hands in shame and humiliation, but most importantly sorrow.

 

“Duo…what…why?”

 

But where was he now? He removed his hands, unaware of the tears that had fallen from his eyes. He stared at his surroundings in frank curiosity. For one thing, he was no longer in that room with the huge statue. He wasn’t on that cold slab either. He blinked at the rough stones that made up the wall that surrounded him in a circular shape. Raising his head, he stared at the endless ceiling before him. There was no door to escape, neither was there a window, but somehow he could see perfectly. How had he come in here? Had he been dropped? Where was Duo? What was that bastard demon doing to his love now?

 

He held out his hands and closed his eyes. Duo had given him the power even if Amon-Rah had had a hand in it. All he had to do was concentrate and maybe…just maybe he could blast his way out of the dungeon.

 

It turned out that he would have no need to do such a thing for a loud explosion sent him reeling backwards and into a corner of the room. Curling himself into a tight ball, aware that he was still naked and was yet to deal with his humiliation, he peered up fearfully, hoping and praying it wouldn’t be Khatet again. For a moment nothing was seen except a lot of smoke, but soon enough it cleared to reveal the familiar figure of his nemesis.

 

“Are you alright?”

 

Quatre bared his canines in a purely animalistic move that was done completely on instinct. He had had to deal with running away from them all these years and now to have Heero see him in this state….it was too much for the blonde  to take. Not caring about the pain that seared through his body at the movement, he lunged for Heero, hands ready to wrap themselves around the other boy’s neck in a chokehold.

 

Moving swiftly, Heero stepped out of the way and Quatre found himself falling into the waiting arms of Trowa, who, quickly, wrapped a jacket around the naked boy’s body. Gasping in surprise, Quatre lifted shimmering aquamarine depths into the understanding green ones above him. He was unable to stop the tears that slipped out as he felt Trowa’s warm embrace. He longed for the security a pair of strong arms offered. He had missed having someone to hold and protect him and this little gesture from the hunter did more to break his already crushed spirit.

 

“Duo…” He muttered out harshly against Trowa’s chest as he hitched in his breath, the sobs coming out forcefully. “He took Duo away.”

 

Wufei stepped into the room and asked sharply. “Do you remember where he was taken to, Quatre?”

 

The blonde shook his head slowly still clutching onto Trowa’s shirt. “I don’t…don’t remember much…”

 

“In here.”

 

All eyes turned to face the stoic Japanese boy, questioning his plain statement. Heero had his hand pressed against the solid stone and his eyes were closed. “I can feel them. They are in there waiting for us. I am going to blast us through.”

 

Wufei placed a hand on his arm and shook his head. “No. You have used up enough energy already, Heero. Allow me this time.” Wufei brought out his katana and raised it high above his head while muttering a few prayers. The weapon seemed to glow with a bright light and in a movement that was too fast for the human eye to follow, he sliced through the stones quickly. To their amazement, each fell to the floor in neat little chunks and soon enough a miniature doorway of sorts was revealed.

 

“Ready to go?” All boys nodded in agreement, and allowing Heero to lead the way, they stepped through the door and into the waiting darkness beyond.

 

 

 

 

Zechs held the cup of water to the lips of the dark-haired boy with a look of concern in his eyes. He waited for the liquid to go down before patting Solo’s back gently. Dark eyes lifted to gaze at the blonde before them in slight fear. And for the first time, Zechs got a chance to see how beautiful Solo really was. Despite the grime that had accumulated on his skin throughout his stay in the dungeon, they did little to hide the piercing dark eyes, the perfectly shaped nose, the full lips and his long jet-black hair. He was dressed in what looked to be a simple dark blue suit although it seemed as if it needed a good dry-cleaning.

 

“Solo?”

 

“Yeah?”

 

Zechs grinned at the wary look that had filled the boy’s eyes. “I am going to need your help.”

 

 

 

 

Khatet growled lowly, sickly gray eyes watching the immobile figure that hung high above him. Duo wrists were bound in chains and raised above his head. Trails of blood from the gashes on his wrists coated his flesh like a bizarre red painting. His long locks flowed freely around him, successfully hiding his bowed face from view. He was completely nude and the low sounds of his blood dripping onto the mummified body below him were the only things that filled the ominous silence.

 

Khatet shuffled closer to the body, holding up the bowl that contained Quatre and Duo’s combined essences within it. He placed it beside the prone figure and fell to his knees. With his hands clasped together, the old sorcerer began to chant the Hymns of the Dead. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his prayers became more forceful and fervent. A small wisp of smoke began to rise from the bowl and it seemed to flow into the mummy’s decayed wrappings.

 

The loud explosion sent the sorcerer’s body into quick jerks. He cursed at the interruption but refused to be deterred. Instead, he picked up the pace and intensified his chants determined, by all costs, to bring Amon-Ra back to life. Duo’s blood had now completely soaked the mummy’s head, creating a dull shade of red that looked ghastly in the pale light.

 

Duo stirred and moaned as he tried to gather his wits about him. The rotten stench of death filled his nostrils and he opened up his eyes wearily to stare into the horrific sight below him. The smoke from the bowl had now completely engulfed the mummy and it seemed as if it was beginning to rise from the floor.

 

“Damn!” He struggled fruitlessly, only doing more to make the chains dig into his already bruised flesh. But he didn’t care at this point. Freeing himself from the imminent ritual that was to take place was all that filled his mind now.

 

Khatet got to his feet and cackled in glee. The mummy was slowly beginning to unravel itself. The musty, decayed wrappings fell to the floor in a long coil slowly revealing the brown and withered flesh beneath. Duo’s eyes widened in fear, his body tensing up as the mummy now stood hovering before him. The last of the wrappings fell to the floor and it took all of the young boy’s strength not to scream like a girl at the being.

 

“Soon! Soon! My Lord Amon-Ra will come back to life!! Once he has taken all of your soul and drained you completely!!”

 

“Like hell!!” Duo struggled even more violently. The chains scratched his wrists again, causing more blood to flow from the wounds. Blood fell into his hair and eyes causing him to be blinded for a moment. A low creaking sound like that of breaking bones caused him to lift his gaze again.

 

The mummy was…rebuilding itself??

 

From the decayed and rotten flesh, Duo watched in mute fascination as the bits and pieces of skin seemed to place themselves back onto the skeleton. He gasped as he felt a dull flare shoot down his spine. It felt as if someone was taking away the innards of his body.

 

“Stop it…please…stop it…”

 

Khatet’s maniacal grin widened even further. “Feed, my Lord. Take your fill.”

 

Another loud crash sent the sorcerer growling in frustration. “Enough of those pesky little hunters!! Armies of the dead arise from your sleepless state and attack those that dare to disturb Our Lord’s awakening!!!”

 

 

 

 

Heero froze in his steps as he heard the sound. His body tensed as did the other boys behind him. They could feel the presence of other beings, not of this world, surround them and without wasting time, all whipped out their weapons to fight. Trowa glanced at the still trembling boy in his arms and muttered out softly. “I think you should stand aside and let us handle this, Quatre. I do not want you getting hurt.”

 

The blonde flashed angry depths on Trowa’s visage. “I will do no such thing. I am going to get Duo back and if it means fighting to the bitter end, then so be it!”

 

Wufei’s sharp cry of ‘Look out!’ sent them all ducking as something flew over their heads. The fluttering of a million wings from the biggest bat-like creatures they had ever seen quickly followed it. Heero began to shoot blindly, not caring if he got any of them or not. His destination was for the room beyond this one. He had no time to waste on petty creatures of the night.

 

Trowa and Wufei sliced and blasted through as many as they could, while Quatre was quick to summon up the little strength he had to form as many energy blasts as he could. A sharp tug on his arm sent him crashing into the lithe form of Heero.

 

“What do you think you are doing??” he asked with a frown as he tried to release himself from Heero’s grasp.

 

“Follow me! We have to get to the other door now!!” he bellowed. The noises from the slain bats were ear splitting and the dark bluish blood that spilled out from their bodies fouled the air with its sickening smell.

 

Thinking that they had gotten most of the bats killed, but to their dismay another flurry of the unwanted creatures seemed to fly out from nowhere again.

 

“Fuck! We are never going to be able to get them all!!” Wufei cried out as he struggled through a throng of three or four that had now surrounded him.

 

Trowa was faring no better. The bats were draining their energy and he could barely hold up on his own. “It’s no use, Heero. You are going to have to go on with Quatre. We can handle it on our own-.”

 

A sudden blast of firepower filled the room and more bats fell to the floor. The four boys gaped at the line of messengers that stood armed and ready for more onslaughts from the creatures. Treize stepped out from the shadows and frowned at them. “Well? What are you all waiting for? Go on and go get Duo! Hurry! You are almost out of time! Amon-Ra is almost awake…”

 

Heero didn’t want to hear anymore. He tugged on Quatre’s arm again and began to lead them out of there. They could vaguely hear the sounds of more bats approaching and the gunshots that rang out from Treize’s army.

 

“Do you think they will be alright?” Quatre asked with a quick glance behind him.

 

“Yes. Don’t worry about Lord Treize. He is not a leader for nothing.”

 

They made the sharp turn around a corner and screeched to a halt as they stared at the large golden door with the Egyptian symbols written all over it.

 

“Amon-Ra’s throne room,” Wufei muttered softly. He tried to reach for the handles, when his hand was quickly slapped away by Heero.

 

“Do not touch it, Wufei,” he commanded quietly. “Only one can open up this door.”

 

“And why is that?”

 

Heero released Quatre’s hand and closed his eyes. “Khatet is the only one that knows the secret combination to opening it.”

 

Quatre blinked. “But isn’t Khatet in there now? How do we get him to open up the door for us?”

 

For a moment silence reigned, until Trowa sighed and shuffled his feet restlessly. “We have to get the one next in line to Khatet’s power.”

 

“Who…what?”

 

The hunters stared at each other in understanding . “Solo.”

 

As if on cue, a sudden gust of wind came rushing past them and all covered their faces to stop the sand from entering their eyes. Coughing and choking, they lifted their gazes to stare at the bewildered dark-haired boy before them.

 

Solo blinked and spun around and around as if wondering if he were in some kind of bizarre nightmare. It was only a slap on his shoulder from Wufei that caused him to stop.

 

“Jeez…snap out of it, will you?” Wufei bit out coldly. “So Zechs finally shuttled you down here, didn’t he?”

 

Solo nodded weakly, although he failed to mention that due to the intense strain on the blonde’s mind, Zechs was no longer in commission at the moment. “Yeah….he did…”

 

“Good!” Wufei cut in rudely. “Now open up this door, will you? We have to go rescue a friend of yours.”

 

Solo shook his head rapidly. “I don’t know what you expect me to do. I don’t know anything about this…”

 

Heero’s clipped tone interrupted his words. “You have been under Lord Khatet for a while, haven’t you?”

 

“Only as a student. He was my professor…how the hell was I supposed to know he would go crazy on me?!”

 

“No need to get all panicky, Solo,” Trowa muttered softly. He pointed towards the door again. “All you have to do is walk up to it and I am sure it will come to you. Besides, you don’t know who is behind there, do you?”

 

The boy shook his head, although a wary glint had filled his eyes again. “Who…is it someone that close to me?”

 

A loud cry filled with gut wrenching ache and pain came through the door and the boys gasped in shock at the intensity of it. Quatre screamed out and tried to lunge for the door. “DUO!!! HE IS KILLING DUO!!”

 

“DON’T TOUCH THE DOOR, QUATRE!!” Heero shouted as he wrapped his arms around the struggling boy’s waist to pull him backwards. “DAMN IT!! DO YOU WANT TO DIE TOO?”

 

He turned to face Solo, eyes flashing with anger and frustration. “HURRY UP, SOLO!! OPEN UP THE DAMN DOOR!!”

 

“D…D…Duo? My Duo?”

 

~ Blood brothers for life, right, Solo? You will never leave me, right? ~

 

~ Blood brothers for life, Duo, you jerk. I will always be at your side. I promise… ~

 

“No…no…” Solo fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands, his body trembling with emotion. “Oh, God…Duo…what have I done?” He lifted up his head and threw it back and with an anguished cry of his long lost brother’s name, he held out his hands and sent out a wave of light so powerful, that it sent the door flying open.

 

Still reeling from the force of the explosion, they tried to make their way into the room, only to stop as Khatet’s voice filled with smug satisfaction reached their ears.

 

“Welcome in, boys. You are just in time to get a first hand look at the new and revitalized Lord of the Darkness!! Presenting my Lord….Amon-Ra!!”