The Demon-Haunted World
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, which is property of Sunrise and
Sotsu Inc. I also do not own the book The Demon-Haunted World, from which a
few quotes are taken from. That book is owned by author Carl Sagan.
Notes: This is rated PG-13 for language, thematic elements and weirdness.
Beware of shonen ai, language, general scariness, etc. You are warned.
Special Thanks: First off, I'd like to thank my best friend (in Real Life
and online) Linsey, (Temptation Arisen.) Linz, I'm thanking you from the
bottom of my heart for being so brutally honest about my work. Second, to
my 'sistas': Tsuki-Chan, Keiko-Chan, keep reaching for the stars! Third, to
my Savior and my God: not a day goes by without me thanking you for the
gifts you have blessed me with. Fourth, to my family, thank you SOOOO much
for being there! !uoy evol I!!!! Thank you to all of my fans (Or at least
people who reviewed, and those are few and far between.LOL!) And last but
not least, thank you G-Boys for letting me torture you in this fic.I'll try
not to hurt you *too* badly.
The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers.
The demons begin to stir. From book 'Demon-Haunted World,' by Carl Sagan.
Prologue
In the year A.C. 200, the earth and colonies were doomed. Resources that once flowed freely from the earth were dwindling. The air was thick and soupy with harsh chemicals that burned one's lungs. Even in the colonies, where the people thought they were safe from the decay, were slowly being consumed alive by death. On earth, once mighty and majestic forests were cut down. Free from the roots of the trees, the soil was picked up by wind. Giant sandstorms hit cities, like the arms of malicious giants. Huge waves and tsunamis crashed against the shores, washing away beaches where children once played. And the unearthly thing about this destruction? It had all been predicted by God.
A huge sand-colored cloud covered the sun, blotting out all light. Children screamed in the city, and were scooped up in their mother's arms and carried inside. Everything was eerily calm; there was no wind. A precursor to the sand hurricane soon to unleash its savageness upon the small city.
It was black inside the house, as the electricity had gone out. Quatre stood by the window, watching the world outside being rocked by hurricane winds. The small candle in the windowsill flickered, casting its small but comforting glow onto the Arabian's skin. The blonde closed his eyes, and sighed deeply. "Just when things couldn't get any worse." He heard someone behind him and whirled around to face the intruder. He heaved another sigh when he saw it was Trowa. "All that we fought for has been destroyed," Trowa said, and looked expectantly at Quatre. The next sentence was the last thing Trowa expected. "I'm scared, Trowa." Quatre closed the blinds and turned away from the window. Trowa could see the unshed tears in the Arabian's fearful, melancholy face. Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre and held him close. "I used to be scared too," he said gently into Quatre's ear. "I used to be so afraid." "Of what?" Quatre asked in a whisper. "Of myself. I knew my life was headed down the path to chaos. Then I found you, and everything was okay," the taller boy said. His mind spun back to thoughts of death, the earth and colonies at war, peaceful nights with Quatre. Quatre laughed hollowly. "I'm glad I could make such a difference," he said, and batted his eyelashes. Trowa chuckled darkly and kissed the blonde deeply and passionately. And, for that moment, Quatre forgot everything that was happening.
The candle flame gutters. Its little pool of light trembles. Darkness gathers.
The demons begin to stir. From book 'Demon-Haunted World,' by Carl Sagan.
Prologue
In the year A.C. 200, the earth and colonies were doomed. Resources that once flowed freely from the earth were dwindling. The air was thick and soupy with harsh chemicals that burned one's lungs. Even in the colonies, where the people thought they were safe from the decay, were slowly being consumed alive by death. On earth, once mighty and majestic forests were cut down. Free from the roots of the trees, the soil was picked up by wind. Giant sandstorms hit cities, like the arms of malicious giants. Huge waves and tsunamis crashed against the shores, washing away beaches where children once played. And the unearthly thing about this destruction? It had all been predicted by God.
A huge sand-colored cloud covered the sun, blotting out all light. Children screamed in the city, and were scooped up in their mother's arms and carried inside. Everything was eerily calm; there was no wind. A precursor to the sand hurricane soon to unleash its savageness upon the small city.
It was black inside the house, as the electricity had gone out. Quatre stood by the window, watching the world outside being rocked by hurricane winds. The small candle in the windowsill flickered, casting its small but comforting glow onto the Arabian's skin. The blonde closed his eyes, and sighed deeply. "Just when things couldn't get any worse." He heard someone behind him and whirled around to face the intruder. He heaved another sigh when he saw it was Trowa. "All that we fought for has been destroyed," Trowa said, and looked expectantly at Quatre. The next sentence was the last thing Trowa expected. "I'm scared, Trowa." Quatre closed the blinds and turned away from the window. Trowa could see the unshed tears in the Arabian's fearful, melancholy face. Trowa wrapped his arms around Quatre and held him close. "I used to be scared too," he said gently into Quatre's ear. "I used to be so afraid." "Of what?" Quatre asked in a whisper. "Of myself. I knew my life was headed down the path to chaos. Then I found you, and everything was okay," the taller boy said. His mind spun back to thoughts of death, the earth and colonies at war, peaceful nights with Quatre. Quatre laughed hollowly. "I'm glad I could make such a difference," he said, and batted his eyelashes. Trowa chuckled darkly and kissed the blonde deeply and passionately. And, for that moment, Quatre forgot everything that was happening.