Evil Quatre?

Hey all! This is my first GW fic! Actually, this is my first fic ever. I've never even seen an episode of the show – but that's not my fault! But keep that in mind if you notice anything that doesn't correspond with the show.

Let's not be silly. We all know that I don't own Gundam Wing OR the characters. This is just my twisted little mind at work. Enjoy!

Chapter One

The five Gundam pilots sat in silence around their campfire, waiting for midnight to roll around, bringing with it the identity of the werewolf that had scratched Deathscythe™, attacked a rescued civilian and taken out a fresh shipment of K.O.W. meat from Quadrant 4. This little experiment had been thought up by the loudmouthed, ever-caffeine-loaded, Boy of Bad himself, Duo Maxwell. He'd been really P.O.'d about the scratch on his Gundam and had come up with this plan to find out who the culprit was, never once considering that it might be him. You see, the pilots had just returned from a mission to a woodsy planet known to be a haven for werewolves. They had all come into contact with a werewolf and had all been in a position to be turned into one which is why they didn't know which one of them was the werewolf that had come back with them. The plan of course was to subdue and cure whoever it was, but that's not what was on Duo's mind. He held his silver bullet-loaded automatic pistol firmly, but he couldn't do anything until midnight when the moon would appear from behind the clouds and the werewolf would be revealed. So they all sat and waited. Waited and sat.

Duo: .\_/.

Heero: -_-

Trowa: '_||\

Wufei: -\_/-

Quatre: ^v^

Duo: -_'

Heero: -_- This is stupid. It's a waste of time.

Duo: '_- Wha'd you say, Wolffie?

Heero: -\_/- You callin' me a 'wolf, pal?

Duo: \_/ And what if I am?!

Heero: ' , How do we know your MAMA ain't the werewolf, hairy as she is?

Duo: o That's it, let's take it outside!

Heero: -_- We are outside, dummy.

The two angry boys stood, their fist clenched, ready to fight, but Trowa stopped them with a cock of his gun.

"You two are acting like wild animals, if you catch my drift." he said. The two agitated boys sat again to wait for midnight. Quatre began his incessant and annoyingly positive banter in an effort to lighten the mood.

"It's a lovely night tonight," he said. "I don't think I've ever seen the stars shine so brightly." No one paid attention. No one responded. They only sat there in fear and paranoia, holding their weapons close, never letting their eyes stray from the circle created by the fire's light and just waiting for someone to sprout an abnormal hair. He continued, his words hanging only on the chilly breeze.

"This is great. We should really do this more often. You know, if I were a werewolf, this would be the perfect night to transform and go running through the-' He was silenced by the sound of various weapons being readied for use. He, being armed only with a silver medallion borrowed from Duo, couldn't defend himself if attacked. He turned and looked over his shoulder as if searching for something.

"Who said that?!" he demanded in mock anger. "Shame on them!" His friends continued to stare suspiciously at him. Wufei moaned. Instantly, all weapons were pointed at his head. He raised his hands, implying innocence.

"Hey, take it easy!" he cried. "I'm just bored and tired."

"We're all bored and tired," Duo replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you're the only one makin' funny noises"

"And you're the only one talkin' in a mysterious voice." Heero pointed out.

"Why so edgy, Heero?" Trowa sneered. "Can't wait to transform and kill us all, I suppose?"

"Who's edgy?!" Heero shot back. "You were the first to point your weapon at somebody!"

"Now he's snapping at people, just like he wants to be snapping at our heels at midnight!" Trowa cried. Quatre could see a fight coming and tried desperately to stop it. He jumped up, waving his hands hysterically.

"Come on, you guys! We shouldn't fight like this! It'll only make things worse when –" He heard his watch beep faintly as his friends' argument became a scuffle. Midnight had come. He suddenly became very sleepy. His eyes lifted to the light of the moon as it slid from behind the only clouds in the sky.

"You guys, stop!" he cried. They kept fighting. "HELP ME!!" he screamed. "God, HELP ME!! It can't be me! It CAN'T be me!" His vision blurred…he was falling…the sounds of the scuffle ceased…he hit the ground hard. A long, low howl filled the night air. Quatre realized something before unconsciousness overtook him – the howl hadn't come from him.

Ain't dat suntin', fren? Wait till the next chapters! I hope you liked that!