Hello everyone, here is the second part of the story. Hope you enjoy it.
Warnings: RAPE, Yaoi, change in point of views, AU, and others as I go along.
Disclaimer,: I own nothing related to Gundam Wing sadly
I Dream of Death : Prologue
Heero--
I hate wintertime, but then again hate all seasons, but winter is the worse. Coarse, bitter winds rip though my jacket and clothing, freezing me to the bone. My hands shake as I try to open my apartment door, but I'm not concentrating like others would in my position.
For one I don't care if I freeze or die. It just does not matter anymore, and for 23 years, not even my life has mattered to me. After a minute or two I have the door open and I step inside my plain home.
There is a couch with a coffee table that only holds my two laptops. The kitchen is much the same way, with the cabinets barely filled and barely used.
I sit down on the couch and start up my lab tops; I still have about five hours of work to do. The Mad Five Inc. isn't the only job I've had, but it's the only one I can really remember having for so long.
The hours dwindle into the early morning, and my eyes no longer want to stay open. I force my to get up and get some sleep, maybe the gods will bring fortune to me and let me sleep a dreamless sleep. Nightmares are what curse me when my eyes close, and misery curses me while my eyes are open.
Bathed and changed I climb into bed. As I close my eyes the world around me changes and what I've come to know as hell appeared around me. The keeper of this place is always here to greet me personal. He calls himself Milliardo, but I'm to refer to him as Master. I don't bow down to that whish, but every time I close my eyes it's harder and harder not to bend to him.
"Heero." Milliardo whispers. The image around me clears, and I could see him sitting in his throne like chair. It was the same; the room is always the same. The floor is clear as glass, not a scratch upon it, walls are the same, but you cannot see through either one. The room had only two objects, the chair and a bed. I hated both.
I turn to the only doors in the room, and run. Sometimes I can hide all night, and wait until I wake up before he finds me. That had happen only once, but the dream was different, there was a boy my age with long brown hair guiding me. That was the only time I ever saw him, and he protected me that night, but I have yet to see him again.
"Little one, you run so soon. You haven't even greeted your Master." I could hear him clear as rain, as I ran further from the room. He was waiting, his twisted mind thinking of new ways to take me, but I was use to it. He liked this game of cat and mouse, but I didn't. The only reason I run from him is to find that boy again, maybe he is looking for me too.
"Tisk. Tisk. Running from your Master like that." Milliardo said after I ran right into him as I turned another corner. Grabbing be my uppers arms we melted into the mirror floor, back to the bedroom.
Milliardo through me onto the bed then made his way towards me. This is where I wish for death to take me, for the earth to open and swallow me. When he is close enough he rips my clothing off, my face burns, as it has since the beginning of these nightmares, and he ties my hands behind my back. I fight him every step of the way, because I refuse to brake. Because if I give in then I would be nothing but his plaything in my own dreams
Milliardo wins in the end, and he takes me violently. No matter how many times he does it, I scream at the pain each time, and this turns him on even more. My pain is his pleasure.
Tears run down my face as blood runs down my thigh. " When you give in I can bring you back. Once I truly own you, there will be no more pain for you, my little Heero." He whispers into my ear; I whimper still trying to get away. "You will some day." He went on, but I can still fight, and will never give in.
"never," I said hoarsely, but no matter how I say it, I still said it. I don't remember how long I repeated my martyr over, but how ever long it was it was to long. Milliardo came twice, smiling and laughing as I cried and bleed. I awoke feeling raw and dirty, after showing I started another day dreading the next time I would have to sleep. Maybe I can stay awake for a week.
Tbc
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