Disclaimer: I do not own any of the pilots, or for that fact, anyone from
Gundam Wing (not including figures that you can buy ^_^''). Any other
characters that may appear in this story are my own originals. I don't know
if any will be, but hey, a heads up.
Rating: R
Warning: Pain, Gore, Angst (Do not ignore this warning, I'm serious!)
Pairings: 1+2 (I don't know if this will go any further, opinions, opinions)
Nightfalls
Element 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No.... not again..
It hadn't happened in so long.. why now?
Must move, so much pain..
The body moved to a slightly different position where it rested in a sitting posture on the soft sheets. Small sounds of strain were heard from the bed as the springs stretched and uncoiled to accompany the weight. A film of sweat made the dark, long bangs cling to the forehead from which they proceeded. The perspiration ran down his check, his breath was short and strained. It whistled in his chest as he again clung for air through his torture. His stern, pursian blue gaze cut through the air like daggers, stunned with agony and fear, something never present during his normal day.
But today was not normal..
Tonight wasn't even near that..
A small groan of pain escaped his parched lips through a small opening. He was thirsty. He was cold from to much body cooling fluid. His muscles ached from hours on end of just.. waiting for the next time to shift position. His hands gripped a little tighter on the tank top straps; sweat lathered his whole body. The moonlight reflected off of his smooth figure, the salt water running down from the tense and worked muscles, each one flexing multiple amounts of times. He moved a hand to wipe his brow, but it only made it mid way before turning into a fist. He hissed with a quick breath, grunting and moving his limbs once again. His digital clock on the bedside table read 11:48 PM.
Shit.. Twelve more minutes of this agonizing pain, then.. then what?
The air seems denser, like someone had just sucked all of the oxygen out of the room. Not even the moonlight seems to come in through the window properly, misty and wavy, the beams slither across the floor, up the bed, falling across the teen's appearance. Something unnatural ran down his face.. it wasn't sweat.
A tear.
A tear?
He hadn't cried in a long time.
A very long time..
Why would he now? Because it hurt? Or because he was scared? The perfect soldier scared, which hell would this world be falling to?
There was a louder moan emitted, this one caused him to thrust his head forward, his teeth grinding as his eyes shut tightly. His fingernails dug into the soft flesh, trying to take the pain to a different source. His body almost folded in upon itself, wanting no more of this insane amount of throbbing. A harsh coughed where his voice should have been. It disappeared an hour back.. or was it more?
He couldn't call for help, even if he wanted to.
But then again, what could they do?
What could anyone do?
He slowly loosened his grip, his hands moved so he could look them over. They were trembling, trembling so harshly he wouldn't even be able to grasp one of his Gundam's controls. The calices were sore, along with the traces of fingernail marks that ran their way across his palms.
11:51 PM
Nine more minutes..
He leaned forward onto his hands and knees. His head moved in a slow pace, up and down with his breathing. His heart pounded in his ears, a headache was long gone, only to have morphed into a migraine. A never-ending pulse in his temples, it made him dizzy, nauseous. Beads of new perspiration ran down his face and dripped onto the silk white sheets. He slowly sat up onto a kneeling position. Hands slowly moved to the edge of the soaked tank top, they peeled the material off of his trembling body. It slowly rose over his shoulders and up off of his head. Soon as it left the body, it was tossed off to the side, only to hit the wall and fall into a small heap across the room.
Time seems to tick by so fast, yet so agonizingly slow..
It's almost as if I can hear the seconds go by in my thoughts..
His next thought was cut off by a sharp pain that burned its way through his shoulder blades. He quickly shoved his right hand over his mouth, stifling a loud cry. More tears ran down his face, his eyes burned almost as much as his back.
Then something popped..
And cracked..
And ripped..
11:55 PM
He shoved his head into his pillow below him. This time, tears and sweat didn't only reach the covers that are the color of pureness. This time, the color of dark roses dripped down his lower back and down underneath him. It crossed his stomach, cooling as it made its journey down his body. Blood dotted the sheets.
Then it came more steadily..
He grunted and cursed into the pillow, his hand slowly shredded the pillow cover; the red warm liquid ran down onto his shoulders and onto his neck. More sounds, louder and louder.
More pain and blood..
More.
More.
11:56 PM
His back arched as new bones grew. They sprouted from great wounds that bubbled over with hot, sticky fluid. Slowly, black feathers developed on the more mature parts of the fresh fixtures. His arms spread to grip the ends of the bed, slightly pulling up the mattress as he tried to drain out screams emitting from his own gaping mouth.
12:00 AM
Four of the most painful minutes.. had passed..
Slowly the body stirred, then recoiled in sore pain.
"Shit.." his voice was just above a whisper.. a coarse and harsh whisper.
"Shit, shit, shit.."
The blood slowed, but did not cease; it's travel routes still used by new arrivals of each drop. Finally he gathered strength.
At least enough to sit up..
A shaky hand was placed to his head. The storming migraine was slowly retreating to deeper waters, no longer much of a threat. But adrenaline had not left the stiffened limbs; they still shook like mad.
A small, relieved sigh escaped the slightly cracked lips. He was still thirsty.. But to tired and sore to move.
He turned his head just enough to glance behind him.
It happened.
Again..
The black, silky angle wings spread out. They easily reached five feet across.. each side.. meaning at least a ten to eleven foot wingspan.
Wingspan?
This is crazy.
To crazy.
Not even a psychopath lunatic could think this up.. but a scientific doctor could.
Leave it up to the big-brained mad scientist to go and screw things up. Just like usual. Where have you actually seen or heard about one doing something good for a change?
The wings slowly came back to perch more comfortably. They slightly towered over his head by half a foot.
Another sigh.
Now what?
Footsteps.
Shit.
There were two soft knocks on the wooden door.
"H-Heero?" came the sleepy voice of a recognizable, loud, award, clumsy, baka, funny of a guy..
Duo.
Sh-it. Ultimate, as he would say..
"You awake?" another whisper.
"Hn," my reply was blunt and quiet, but he would be the one to hear it.
"Can I come in?"
"No"
"Please?" His voice sounded pitiful and sad. It continued, "I just had an uncomforting dream.. again.. and couldn't sleep. Last time, you being there made me feel better.. I'm sorry to bother you."
"No." My answer was almost too harsh for me. Almost.
"Heero, please?"
He was so damn persistent. Why, damnit, why? He can't see me like this.. not like this.
The sound of feathers shifting was quiet as Heero got up from the bed.
"Promise me something first."
"Heero? You okay, man?"
"Do it."
"O-kay.. promise."
"You'll shut your eyes and won't peek, not even when you wake up later this morning."
"W-what? Heero, you sure your okay, not to many blows to the head?"
"Do it or leave."
"Alright, alright, scouts honor."
The sound of a doorknob clicked out of its frame. The hinges quietly creaked; the rest of the house was silent, making it an eerie sound.. It reminded Duo of those haunted houses at carnivals. He closed his eyes, as he was told to do. Didn't know why.
In or out.
Heero's rules or nothin'
That's how it was. But heck, what can you say? It's his room.
But something smelled wrong. Blood.. Fresh blood.
"Heero?"
It worried him.. considering he hadn't seen Heero all afternoon.
He had been cooped up in his room, not even coming out for his meals.
He's not that insane, right?
A sweep and quick blow to the head; Duo was out..
A pearly white glimmer shone.. a smile, with unusually long K9's.
Fangs.
And a crisped glimmer of silver shone where eyes would be in the shadow of Heero's face.. or what was Heero's face.
Fresh blood.
Deaths blood..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End
Well that's the end, for now, unless.. you want to read more? I need to know, people! At least.. hmm, 7 reviews? Is that too much to ask?
Pwease.. ahem.. Please review.
And Thank You all. ^_^
Rating: R
Warning: Pain, Gore, Angst (Do not ignore this warning, I'm serious!)
Pairings: 1+2 (I don't know if this will go any further, opinions, opinions)
Nightfalls
Element 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No.... not again..
It hadn't happened in so long.. why now?
Must move, so much pain..
The body moved to a slightly different position where it rested in a sitting posture on the soft sheets. Small sounds of strain were heard from the bed as the springs stretched and uncoiled to accompany the weight. A film of sweat made the dark, long bangs cling to the forehead from which they proceeded. The perspiration ran down his check, his breath was short and strained. It whistled in his chest as he again clung for air through his torture. His stern, pursian blue gaze cut through the air like daggers, stunned with agony and fear, something never present during his normal day.
But today was not normal..
Tonight wasn't even near that..
A small groan of pain escaped his parched lips through a small opening. He was thirsty. He was cold from to much body cooling fluid. His muscles ached from hours on end of just.. waiting for the next time to shift position. His hands gripped a little tighter on the tank top straps; sweat lathered his whole body. The moonlight reflected off of his smooth figure, the salt water running down from the tense and worked muscles, each one flexing multiple amounts of times. He moved a hand to wipe his brow, but it only made it mid way before turning into a fist. He hissed with a quick breath, grunting and moving his limbs once again. His digital clock on the bedside table read 11:48 PM.
Shit.. Twelve more minutes of this agonizing pain, then.. then what?
The air seems denser, like someone had just sucked all of the oxygen out of the room. Not even the moonlight seems to come in through the window properly, misty and wavy, the beams slither across the floor, up the bed, falling across the teen's appearance. Something unnatural ran down his face.. it wasn't sweat.
A tear.
A tear?
He hadn't cried in a long time.
A very long time..
Why would he now? Because it hurt? Or because he was scared? The perfect soldier scared, which hell would this world be falling to?
There was a louder moan emitted, this one caused him to thrust his head forward, his teeth grinding as his eyes shut tightly. His fingernails dug into the soft flesh, trying to take the pain to a different source. His body almost folded in upon itself, wanting no more of this insane amount of throbbing. A harsh coughed where his voice should have been. It disappeared an hour back.. or was it more?
He couldn't call for help, even if he wanted to.
But then again, what could they do?
What could anyone do?
He slowly loosened his grip, his hands moved so he could look them over. They were trembling, trembling so harshly he wouldn't even be able to grasp one of his Gundam's controls. The calices were sore, along with the traces of fingernail marks that ran their way across his palms.
11:51 PM
Nine more minutes..
He leaned forward onto his hands and knees. His head moved in a slow pace, up and down with his breathing. His heart pounded in his ears, a headache was long gone, only to have morphed into a migraine. A never-ending pulse in his temples, it made him dizzy, nauseous. Beads of new perspiration ran down his face and dripped onto the silk white sheets. He slowly sat up onto a kneeling position. Hands slowly moved to the edge of the soaked tank top, they peeled the material off of his trembling body. It slowly rose over his shoulders and up off of his head. Soon as it left the body, it was tossed off to the side, only to hit the wall and fall into a small heap across the room.
Time seems to tick by so fast, yet so agonizingly slow..
It's almost as if I can hear the seconds go by in my thoughts..
His next thought was cut off by a sharp pain that burned its way through his shoulder blades. He quickly shoved his right hand over his mouth, stifling a loud cry. More tears ran down his face, his eyes burned almost as much as his back.
Then something popped..
And cracked..
And ripped..
11:55 PM
He shoved his head into his pillow below him. This time, tears and sweat didn't only reach the covers that are the color of pureness. This time, the color of dark roses dripped down his lower back and down underneath him. It crossed his stomach, cooling as it made its journey down his body. Blood dotted the sheets.
Then it came more steadily..
He grunted and cursed into the pillow, his hand slowly shredded the pillow cover; the red warm liquid ran down onto his shoulders and onto his neck. More sounds, louder and louder.
More pain and blood..
More.
More.
11:56 PM
His back arched as new bones grew. They sprouted from great wounds that bubbled over with hot, sticky fluid. Slowly, black feathers developed on the more mature parts of the fresh fixtures. His arms spread to grip the ends of the bed, slightly pulling up the mattress as he tried to drain out screams emitting from his own gaping mouth.
12:00 AM
Four of the most painful minutes.. had passed..
Slowly the body stirred, then recoiled in sore pain.
"Shit.." his voice was just above a whisper.. a coarse and harsh whisper.
"Shit, shit, shit.."
The blood slowed, but did not cease; it's travel routes still used by new arrivals of each drop. Finally he gathered strength.
At least enough to sit up..
A shaky hand was placed to his head. The storming migraine was slowly retreating to deeper waters, no longer much of a threat. But adrenaline had not left the stiffened limbs; they still shook like mad.
A small, relieved sigh escaped the slightly cracked lips. He was still thirsty.. But to tired and sore to move.
He turned his head just enough to glance behind him.
It happened.
Again..
The black, silky angle wings spread out. They easily reached five feet across.. each side.. meaning at least a ten to eleven foot wingspan.
Wingspan?
This is crazy.
To crazy.
Not even a psychopath lunatic could think this up.. but a scientific doctor could.
Leave it up to the big-brained mad scientist to go and screw things up. Just like usual. Where have you actually seen or heard about one doing something good for a change?
The wings slowly came back to perch more comfortably. They slightly towered over his head by half a foot.
Another sigh.
Now what?
Footsteps.
Shit.
There were two soft knocks on the wooden door.
"H-Heero?" came the sleepy voice of a recognizable, loud, award, clumsy, baka, funny of a guy..
Duo.
Sh-it. Ultimate, as he would say..
"You awake?" another whisper.
"Hn," my reply was blunt and quiet, but he would be the one to hear it.
"Can I come in?"
"No"
"Please?" His voice sounded pitiful and sad. It continued, "I just had an uncomforting dream.. again.. and couldn't sleep. Last time, you being there made me feel better.. I'm sorry to bother you."
"No." My answer was almost too harsh for me. Almost.
"Heero, please?"
He was so damn persistent. Why, damnit, why? He can't see me like this.. not like this.
The sound of feathers shifting was quiet as Heero got up from the bed.
"Promise me something first."
"Heero? You okay, man?"
"Do it."
"O-kay.. promise."
"You'll shut your eyes and won't peek, not even when you wake up later this morning."
"W-what? Heero, you sure your okay, not to many blows to the head?"
"Do it or leave."
"Alright, alright, scouts honor."
The sound of a doorknob clicked out of its frame. The hinges quietly creaked; the rest of the house was silent, making it an eerie sound.. It reminded Duo of those haunted houses at carnivals. He closed his eyes, as he was told to do. Didn't know why.
In or out.
Heero's rules or nothin'
That's how it was. But heck, what can you say? It's his room.
But something smelled wrong. Blood.. Fresh blood.
"Heero?"
It worried him.. considering he hadn't seen Heero all afternoon.
He had been cooped up in his room, not even coming out for his meals.
He's not that insane, right?
A sweep and quick blow to the head; Duo was out..
A pearly white glimmer shone.. a smile, with unusually long K9's.
Fangs.
And a crisped glimmer of silver shone where eyes would be in the shadow of Heero's face.. or what was Heero's face.
Fresh blood.
Deaths blood..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End
Well that's the end, for now, unless.. you want to read more? I need to know, people! At least.. hmm, 7 reviews? Is that too much to ask?
Pwease.. ahem.. Please review.
And Thank You all. ^_^
