Title: Darkness Unleashed (help! Need new title suggestions!!!)
Author: Nanashi no Tenshi
Rating: R
WARNINGS: Dark, Violence, Language, Shounen Ai (literally "boy love," as in males with males, slash, or G-boys in love with G-boys)
DO NOT READ IF YOU DISLIKE BLOOD AND VIOLENCE OR ARE HOMOPHOBIC
This is my first dark fic I am planning on finishing, so please be gentle when reviewing. This is just a teaser, so I will finish it only when I receive 10 reviews. This is just a rough thing I plan to edit and spruce up later. I also need a beta reader. Email me at meg247@hotmail.com with 'beta reader' as your subject line if you're interested.
~Tenshi
DISCLAIMER: I wish!!!
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I was sitting in a very peaceful meadow, under the bright mid-morning sun. I marveled at the landscape idly. There was a big oak tree to my left and a chapel to my right. The birds were singing, the sun was warm on my face, and I was surrounded by butterflies and daisies and azaleas. It was a perfect day.
I pulled myself off the warm grass and ran towards the chapel, chasing a bright purple butterfy as I went. It was such a beautiful building, I just had to see the inside. It was built of large, light grey bricks, and looked to be very very old, dating from at least 2,000 years ago. It seemed to pull my very soul to it. Finally, I reached the large wooden doors and pulled one open. The first thing I noticed about the interior was the beautiful colors on the floor from the stained-glass windows adorning every wall.
Quietly, I managed to shut the door behind me. As I heard the creak of the well-worn hinges stop and the metallic click of the door shutting, all the light vanished. An eerie mist seemed to float through the drafty old building, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. By this time I was getting a little weirded out, but I continued, spurred on by my curiosity. My sisters always said I was a very curious child.
I supressed a shiver as I made my way down the center aisle, passing dusty pews as I went. Finally my eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw rows upon rows of candles, their flames dark and dim. I started to walk to the other end of the massive church, vaguely aware of the familiarity of the building. It was like deja-vu all over again... almost like I had been here in another time and place. It was the strangest thing.
Of all the things I saw in that church, I will never, ever forget the stained-glass windows. There were scenes of angels with golden wings, demons, people warring, others making love, raging fires, massacres, unicorns, vampires, people bathing in blood, and many other things so terrifyingly beautiful, I still cannot describe them to this day.
The carpet and the upholstered pews were finished in a deep crimson fabric, with ornate tapestries depicting scenes similar to the ones in the windows covering the cold gray walls. I drew closer and closer to the alter, but until I was standing only feet away, I didn't realize that instead of the normal cross, there was an inverted crucifix.
Fear suddenly gripped my chest as a loud rumble of thunder rattled the darkened windows. A feeling of cold dred clutched at my body. I decided I better leave before something horrible happened. I turned and started to walk back to the doors. I glanced back at the alter once more, but as the lightning flashed violently, my eyes got caught on the last windows behind the alter. I drew in a sharp breath of cold air, and involuntarily shuddered at the gruesome sight before me.
The first scene was, well, disturbing to say the least. There was a field of bodies, bloody, burnt, and decapitated. The trees and bushes were on fire, and there was the smoking frame of a church, much like the one I was standing in. A black-robed figure hovered in the midst of it all. The figure was holding a crying child, about seven, in its gnarled arms. The child bore a striking resemblance to Duo.
The second scene did nothing to ease my rising dread. It was another robed figure, with a cold gleaming scythe, dripping blood in crimson rivulets. It was floating above another massacre scene, yet this one was different. It had a background of a bloody sea of people, a middle ground of five decapitated young women, their faces and bodies barely recognizable as women. The foreground was four people, who looked to have been abused and tortured. The bad thing about the foreground was that the four young men, although badly disfigured, were still recognizable.
A cold wave of realization struck me, paralyzing me with fear. I gripped my chest, for now there was pain, stronger than anything I've ever felt before, including the Zero System. I could feel the darkness seeping into my very soul. The four young men were Heero, Trowa, Wufei, and myself. The thing that came as the biggest shock, though, was the identity of the black robed figure. The hood had fallen slightly, revealing large, violet eyes and cascading chestnut locks.
Duo!
"Oh, Allah, God, please! NOOO!" I cried, backing away in pure terror.
I felt a presence behind me and whirled around, just in time to see sad violet eyes.
"I am sorry, Quatre. Please forgive me," said Duo.
I froze for an instant, and I knew what was to come.
I looked at Duo one last time. He had tears trailing down his face.
"You're forgiven, Duo. Goodbye." I said, as the scythe he was holding came down slowly against my flesh.
There is no more….
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So? Should I kill this fic or put actual effort into it? REVEIW!!!
Author: Nanashi no Tenshi
Rating: R
WARNINGS: Dark, Violence, Language, Shounen Ai (literally "boy love," as in males with males, slash, or G-boys in love with G-boys)
DO NOT READ IF YOU DISLIKE BLOOD AND VIOLENCE OR ARE HOMOPHOBIC
This is my first dark fic I am planning on finishing, so please be gentle when reviewing. This is just a teaser, so I will finish it only when I receive 10 reviews. This is just a rough thing I plan to edit and spruce up later. I also need a beta reader. Email me at meg247@hotmail.com with 'beta reader' as your subject line if you're interested.
~Tenshi
DISCLAIMER: I wish!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was sitting in a very peaceful meadow, under the bright mid-morning sun. I marveled at the landscape idly. There was a big oak tree to my left and a chapel to my right. The birds were singing, the sun was warm on my face, and I was surrounded by butterflies and daisies and azaleas. It was a perfect day.
I pulled myself off the warm grass and ran towards the chapel, chasing a bright purple butterfy as I went. It was such a beautiful building, I just had to see the inside. It was built of large, light grey bricks, and looked to be very very old, dating from at least 2,000 years ago. It seemed to pull my very soul to it. Finally, I reached the large wooden doors and pulled one open. The first thing I noticed about the interior was the beautiful colors on the floor from the stained-glass windows adorning every wall.
Quietly, I managed to shut the door behind me. As I heard the creak of the well-worn hinges stop and the metallic click of the door shutting, all the light vanished. An eerie mist seemed to float through the drafty old building, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. By this time I was getting a little weirded out, but I continued, spurred on by my curiosity. My sisters always said I was a very curious child.
I supressed a shiver as I made my way down the center aisle, passing dusty pews as I went. Finally my eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw rows upon rows of candles, their flames dark and dim. I started to walk to the other end of the massive church, vaguely aware of the familiarity of the building. It was like deja-vu all over again... almost like I had been here in another time and place. It was the strangest thing.
Of all the things I saw in that church, I will never, ever forget the stained-glass windows. There were scenes of angels with golden wings, demons, people warring, others making love, raging fires, massacres, unicorns, vampires, people bathing in blood, and many other things so terrifyingly beautiful, I still cannot describe them to this day.
The carpet and the upholstered pews were finished in a deep crimson fabric, with ornate tapestries depicting scenes similar to the ones in the windows covering the cold gray walls. I drew closer and closer to the alter, but until I was standing only feet away, I didn't realize that instead of the normal cross, there was an inverted crucifix.
Fear suddenly gripped my chest as a loud rumble of thunder rattled the darkened windows. A feeling of cold dred clutched at my body. I decided I better leave before something horrible happened. I turned and started to walk back to the doors. I glanced back at the alter once more, but as the lightning flashed violently, my eyes got caught on the last windows behind the alter. I drew in a sharp breath of cold air, and involuntarily shuddered at the gruesome sight before me.
The first scene was, well, disturbing to say the least. There was a field of bodies, bloody, burnt, and decapitated. The trees and bushes were on fire, and there was the smoking frame of a church, much like the one I was standing in. A black-robed figure hovered in the midst of it all. The figure was holding a crying child, about seven, in its gnarled arms. The child bore a striking resemblance to Duo.
The second scene did nothing to ease my rising dread. It was another robed figure, with a cold gleaming scythe, dripping blood in crimson rivulets. It was floating above another massacre scene, yet this one was different. It had a background of a bloody sea of people, a middle ground of five decapitated young women, their faces and bodies barely recognizable as women. The foreground was four people, who looked to have been abused and tortured. The bad thing about the foreground was that the four young men, although badly disfigured, were still recognizable.
A cold wave of realization struck me, paralyzing me with fear. I gripped my chest, for now there was pain, stronger than anything I've ever felt before, including the Zero System. I could feel the darkness seeping into my very soul. The four young men were Heero, Trowa, Wufei, and myself. The thing that came as the biggest shock, though, was the identity of the black robed figure. The hood had fallen slightly, revealing large, violet eyes and cascading chestnut locks.
Duo!
"Oh, Allah, God, please! NOOO!" I cried, backing away in pure terror.
I felt a presence behind me and whirled around, just in time to see sad violet eyes.
"I am sorry, Quatre. Please forgive me," said Duo.
I froze for an instant, and I knew what was to come.
I looked at Duo one last time. He had tears trailing down his face.
"You're forgiven, Duo. Goodbye." I said, as the scythe he was holding came down slowly against my flesh.
There is no more….
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So? Should I kill this fic or put actual effort into it? REVEIW!!!