Disclaimer:I own the dreams in this story, the doorways, and the horrible obsession, but not Gundam Wing.
Summary: A series of nightmares leads to an interesting obsession. Based off a true event.
Author: Foxy McGee
Italics are the dreams.
'thoughts'
It had been night here for so long, he wasn't sure the sun would ever rise again.
Or maybe nothing existed beyond the walls of this lonely place.
Nothing but endless winter night.
This didn't bother him as he made his way through the room, followed by the light from a solitary candle. It flickered and danced, but never seemed to burn the candle out, as endless as the night beyond the room.
But light didn't touch him.
A table was set, white plates, dark napkins, shadows dancing across it all. Flowers sat in a vase on the table, blacks, greys, whites, as if the color had been stripped from them, just as void as the room it self.
One by one small figures passed him, also drained of color, to sit at the table, filling every place but one.
The faceless beings turned to him and pointed at the last chair with gnarled fingers, waiting.
Waiting for him to sit.
They were restless.
He sat.
He bowed his head, prayer spilling from his lips in a voice that wasn't his, words he'd never heard before.
Gnarled fingers wrapped around his arms, grasping onto him, clutching his clothes anywhere they could; draining color from him.
His voice dried up and he sat in fear, held by the caressing hands.
Something in the darkness beyond the table stirred and moved, almost lethargic. It shuffled and twisted as if it was being dragged towards him.
He could hear whispers, hundreds of whispers all talking to him at once, begging him to listen, all urgent, but he couldn't look away from it.
Something inside him cried out and he twisted and struggled against the hands as a face appeared on the thing; whispers growing louder.
A green grinning face, long sharp teeth, but lacking eyes. It stared into his soul, piercing him with the siteless gaze as spit dripped from the teeth. It held up a hand, waving to him before it returned to is staggering.
He could feel the evil rolling off of it and from the darkness around it and he screamed, but no voice came from his parched throat.
Duo sat up in bed, hands clutched in his hair, his body racked with a silent scream.
Suddenly a scream ripped from his throat, almost inhuman and he panted, shivering all over, but the house remained silent.
He desperately glanced at the door, wishing that someone would've heard him, but the hall was still, and blackness greeted him beyond the small crack in the door.
Blackness and something else.
Something watching him.
'I don't remember leaving the door open...'
He shivered again and bit his lip. He wanted to close the door and turn on the light, but he was afraid to put his feet on the floor so close to the bed. What if it was down there, waiting, biding it's time until it could reach out and pull him under the bed?
'For Christ's sake, you're a gundam pilot. Just get up and turn on the light.'
Somehow the thought provided no comfort.
It was a long night, sitting, waiting for the sun to rise.
He sat up slowly, noting the way the sun filtered through the blinds, bathing him in warm golden light, taking away his tension.
This time he was able to put his feet on the floor, almost hopping away from the bed.
One could never be too careful.
He paused, watching something in the corner of his eye, something purple and fuzzy, just beyond his vision. He spun around, but it was gone.
With a sigh Duo turned back to his closet and got dressed for the day.
But he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him.
The pilots had been invited to stay with Quatre for a month and he was glad for their presence. More-so now than ever.
They were currently out by the pool, but he laid in a chair and let the sun warm his body, tracing away the last bit of the nightmare from his mind. He watched as Trowa popped up from the water and spoke in a low voice to Quatre.
That's when he saw it from the corner of his eye.
Purple.
He turned slowly and he was able to focus on what appeared to be a tall door, cracked open enough for him to see the blackness beyond.
He could feel a shiver run down his spine and he stood, walking slowly towards the door; the pool and it's occupants fading from his mind. Something was beyond that door, something was calling him. Hundreds of whispers pulling him along.
He reach out a hand, head tilted to one side before a hand grabbed his shoulder and he jumped, spinning to face the owner.
"Duo? What are you doing?"
The braided pilot shook his head, glancing over his shoulder eyeing the wooden fence were the door had been. "It was nothing, Quatre."
The blonde raised an eyebrow. "If you insist." He turned away slowly, almost as if he was unsure of leaving Duo by himself, and headed back towards the pool.
Duo glanced back one last time and sighed.
"I'm losing my damn mind."