Disclaimer: I don't own GW unfortunately. But how convenient would it be if I did? It'd be fun, entertaining, AND accommodating! They could be like live-in servants… I mean… no that's what I meant. Too bad… :sad face:

Summary: Feral - adj - having reverted to the wild state, as from domestication. Some things were never meant to be uncovered. Warning: Character death.

Feral
Rawr It's Kizami

Prologue

It was a mistake, it was all just a stupid, stupid, stupid mistake. A bad decision. A lapse in judgement. A miscalculation. A mistake. His mind searched through scattered words for the one best fit to describe his situation and kept coming back to the same one: mistake. Everything was a big, horrible mistake. It had all happened so suddenly, so fast, so inexplicably. There was no time to react.

He was confused. He was sad. He was angry. He was scared. He could feel all the distress and despair on the other side of the door along with something he didn't recognize. The emotional chaos overwhelmed him to the point where he almost couldn't tell which were his and which were coming from outside. It was pure pandemonium on his system.

He didn't have anyone to blame, hell, he didn't even know what was going on. At least when they were still fighting the war he knew who to place the blame on and direct his anger at. He knew exactly whose fault it was and, alongside his friends, knew exactly what to do. But what was he supposed to do now? What did they expect him to do? He didn't know what was even happening! He hated this feeling of ignorance and fear. If he only knew what he was up against, he would be able to use this to come up with something, anything, to combat just whatever was attacking.

He uncontrollably shivered. That was if he could call it attacking. No, a direct assault would have been much easier to handle. What was happening now was something else, something he couldn't even begin to fathom.

…

He whipped his head around the dark room wildly. There was no one there, he assured himself. He'd been in this same room since it all started, and he'd kept the door locked the entire time. But he was also certain he just heard someone whisper his name. It didn't even sound harsh, it was tender and soft, like they were caressing each letter. He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise in panic. What a strange thing to hallucinate.

Great, he thought, his wide baby blues darting around the darkness aimlessly, Something bad is happening, I'm stuck in this room, I can't find Rashid, and to top it all off, I'm going crazy. He let out a shaky breath and hugged his knees closer to his chest. No, no, everything was going to be fine. All he had to do was wait it out.

He swallowed anxiously. His body refused to listen to his rationalizing and continued to tremble against the cold wall.

Quatre…

He sat straight up and unconsciously dug his fingernails into his pant legs. His eyes were wide and full of fear. He definitely heard it that time. Someone or something was calling him. He stared straight ahead, fixated on a point hidden by the shadows, too afraid to move his eyes for fear of what he might see.

He didn't even know what he was so scared of. He was the only one in there. But all his irrational fear stemmed from his memories of late-nights with his friends, of the horror stories shared between them. Despite himself, the voice in the back of his mind recalled a specific story told to him about Bloody Mary. An image of a grinning girl covered in blood flashed across his vision.

He shut his eyes tightly closed, but the grisly grin remained burned in his head. He hated that story and hated how ridiculously scared it made him. He knew it wasn't real and he had no reason to be scared, but something inside him asked, "What if?" He shook his head slowly from side to side.

Mine to make…

His eyes snapped open. He was on the verge of completely panicking, but years of piloting Sandrock through bloody battles and working alongside some of the most stoic men in space through dangerous missions taught him how to keep his cool. But now it was too much. All the misery barraging him from outside mixed with his own fearful mental state was just too much to handle.

And now it seemed to him as though the darkness was talking to him, sucking him in. No, no, that was just crazy, and he was sure he was sane. Overwhelmed yes, but insane no. Totally and completely and inarguably sane.

A chill ran down his spine. He wrapped his arms tighter around his knees until his knuckles turned a sickly shade of pale white against his khakis. Nothing made sense. Nothing had made sense all night.

Mine to take…

He suddenly held his hands, now balled into tight fists, over his chest. The feeling of dread he felt from outside just doubled. His heart pounded ferociously, his pulse echoed in his ears. He was sure whoever was outside could hear his rapid heartbeat.

"Master Quatre."

He gasped and staggered to his feet despite the sour pain punishing his joints for sitting in the same position for so long. Rashid's voice was more than welcome to his haggard emotional state. "R-Rashid!" he stammered, stumbling over loose debris scattered around the room as he hurriedly felt his way toward the door on the opposite wall.

He suddenly stopped, his hand frozen above the keypad. Something felt different… it felt wrong. He had been through much with the man on the other side of the door, and in these stressful conditions his aura was usually anger disguised as excitement and only a little anxious, but never scared. Now, Rashid felt different… it was something he had never felt before. He couldn't compare it to any emotion, but if he had to, it would be placidness to the point of emptiness. Like a void.

He swallowed hard.

"Master Quatre, you need to come with me."

He was at a loss. He didn't know what to do; his mind told him to stop being ridiculous and to go outside, it was Rashid after all, but his heart told him to stand his ground, to stay away, to hole himself up in the office.

"W-Where are we going?" he managed to choke out in spite of his uncooperative vocal cords.

"Somewhere safe."

"I am safe… right here…"

Mine to break…

"No," came Rashid's unusually calm tone, "This place isn't safe anymore."

The faint sound of a key card swiping through the lock followed by a sequence of beeps echoed from the outside hallway. He slowly backed away from the door. He knew that the man coming through the open doorway would never hurt him. He knew that the man taking slow, deliberate steps toward him would give his life up for him.

But the man grabbing his wrists in the darkness was not he. The man towing him out into the hallway pulsing red with emergency lights was not he. The man with the bloodshot eyes and wicked grin was a different man entirely.

Feeling his desperation to escape welling up, he hesitantly reached behind him for the gun he put by the small of his back at the beginning of the night when he had first felt something was off. He would never think of shooting the man in front of him, and he was unsure if he could bring himself to pull the trigger. He didn't like using guns period, but at a time like this, it was his only option.

The sound of a third set of footsteps stirred behind them and he immediately pivoted on his left foot to aim the gun shakily at the intruder.

"Abdul?" he gasped, staring into the sunglasses as the flashing red lights reflecting off the dark surface reminded him of blood. He, too, wore a sadistic grin on his face.

It was strange. He couldn't feel Abdul's usual carefree aura either. His arm faltered, but he forced himself to keep the barrel aimed at the third man.

You are mine…

He suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of his head.

He watched as the glowing red hall faded into the dark. The one thing he had time to do was think to himself that the darkness had sucked him in.

-End Prologue-

Bah. I don't know if this is a good prologue… I'm afraid that I may have given away too much too soon and the rest will just be "yawn, it's like we read this already". Let me know what you guys think, and depending on your reviews, I may rewrite this chapter.

I'd also like to know if this was scary, haha. I'm a big, big, big fan of horror myself. I love reading it and I love watching it. I'm just afraid I may not be very adept at writing it.

As always, feedback of any kind is always appreciated