A Toy for Dorothy
A Dorothy meets her match fic.
By Bunny Yuy Maxwell (bunny_maxwell@email.com)
Warning: This is a dark fic. That's all I can say...
Pairings: Dorothy x Various ^_~
Disclaimer: All Gundam Wing Characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu
Agency, and Asahi TV. This is written for entertainment purposes only. I am NOT being
paid for this and if anyone is making money off this, it's not me. I have no money please
don't sue me!
Based on A Toy for Juliette by Robert Bloch
Thank you Mr. Bloch for your fabulous story!!!
Dorothy Catalonia entered her bedchamber. Smiling as she looked at the
thousands of reflections of herself. Her long golden hair trailing down her back. Her
azure eyes flashing with anticipation as she twisted the large sapphire on her ring. The
lights dimmed with the twist. Dorothy's smiled evilly as she waved her delicate hand
before one of her many mirrors. The looking glass slid aside to reveal a collection of
butcher knives and daggers with twisted blades. All of them were centuries old. After the
fourth world war and the nuclear holocaust that killed more than half the earth's
population and obliterated the earth's colonies gundanium was no longer of any value,
being there was no longer any currency. So these blades were priceless and purrrfect for
their new destiny. A destiny of bringing their master Dorothy the utmost pleasure.
Dorothy's grandfather would be home soon. The suspense was making Dorothy
hunger grow. Grandfather would be returning from his journey soon and he would have a
new toy for her. What toy would he bring her this time? Grandfather was a romantic and
enjoyed the long forgotten past. He loved to watch the noble wars between earth and her
colonies, the times of revolution, and the times of suffering. To Grandfather and her self
the pain of others brought them great pleasure.
Dorothy loved the nobility of the wars of the after colony era. She had read all
about it in her books. The books like her toys were gifts from Grandfather, gifts of the
past. Dorothy's Grandfather used his time machine to obtain them. It wasn't truly his, but
a poor, now dead, inventor's that Grandfather eliminated upon completion of the
machine. Grandfather eliminated the inventor just as he eliminated Dorothy's parents.
Dorothy was too young at the time of their deaths to know let alone care about their fate.
When Dorothy received her first living gift from her grandfather she was eleven.
The boy she was given was young and very reluctant to succumb to her whims, so she
took an ax to his head like Lizzie Borden did to her stepmother and father in one of
Dorothy's favorite books. The next gift was an older man who succumbed more easily to
her feminine whiles. He lasted a week until she grew board and slowly dissected him
while he screamed, screams that didn't matter in the soundproof room. She had many
more gifts over the past eight years. They were of different races some men and some
women, some were famous others were not. The ones that were famous of course had
their disappearances noted in her books of the past. Her favorite was the former Queen
of the World Relena Peacecraft. Dorothy had kept her for a month or two but like the
others she met her end.
As Dorothy chose the most twisted of the daggers and placed it safely under her
pillow her grandfather's voice crackled over a hidden speaker.
"Dearest, I have surprise for you."
"Oh, Grandfather describe! What does it look like?"
"He's young and handsome, and he has the most striking eyes. You will like this one."
"Is he anyone from one of my books?"
"We couldn't find any form of identification on him, so we can't know for sure."
"Thank you Grandfather"
Dorothy switched off the comm. unit just as her new toy entered the room.
He was garbed in black, which gave him a morbid look that accented his once soft
and handsome features. The most intriguing thing about her new toy aside from his eyes
was his long chestnut hair. He looked at her and a hint of red burned on his cheeks as he
noticed how scantily clad she was in her filmy white robe, and he also noticed the bed
surrounded by mirrors. Dorothy, eager and driven by hunger, moved towards the man
and wrapped him in her arms.
"Who are you and where am I", he asked.
The simple questions were so innocently spoken they instantly won her. She could no
longer restrain her self. Dorothy pressed her body against his and pushed him back
towards the bed.
"You are close to heaven, for I am an Angel."
She breathed in his ear as she let her robe slip off of her and on to the floor . She lay back
on the bed and pulled him closer.
"Allow me to take you there."
Dorothy reached under her pillow and groped for her marvelous dagger. But it was no
longer there. The dagger was in the toy's hand and his once soft features were livid with a
lust for blood. Their was just a glimpse of blue-violet orbs as the dagger came down on
her again and again and again---
The body of Dorothy Catalonia wasn't found for weeks the room being soundproof, and
their also being plenty of time.
In the year After Colony 216 Duo Maxwell, The God of Death vanished forever, left to
live only in legends.
Owari
I hope you liked it! My first completed fic!!
Ai,
Bunny
A Dorothy meets her match fic.
By Bunny Yuy Maxwell (bunny_maxwell@email.com)
Warning: This is a dark fic. That's all I can say...
Pairings: Dorothy x Various ^_~
Disclaimer: All Gundam Wing Characters are property of Sunrise, Bandai Visuals, Sotsu
Agency, and Asahi TV. This is written for entertainment purposes only. I am NOT being
paid for this and if anyone is making money off this, it's not me. I have no money please
don't sue me!
Based on A Toy for Juliette by Robert Bloch
Thank you Mr. Bloch for your fabulous story!!!
Dorothy Catalonia entered her bedchamber. Smiling as she looked at the
thousands of reflections of herself. Her long golden hair trailing down her back. Her
azure eyes flashing with anticipation as she twisted the large sapphire on her ring. The
lights dimmed with the twist. Dorothy's smiled evilly as she waved her delicate hand
before one of her many mirrors. The looking glass slid aside to reveal a collection of
butcher knives and daggers with twisted blades. All of them were centuries old. After the
fourth world war and the nuclear holocaust that killed more than half the earth's
population and obliterated the earth's colonies gundanium was no longer of any value,
being there was no longer any currency. So these blades were priceless and purrrfect for
their new destiny. A destiny of bringing their master Dorothy the utmost pleasure.
Dorothy's grandfather would be home soon. The suspense was making Dorothy
hunger grow. Grandfather would be returning from his journey soon and he would have a
new toy for her. What toy would he bring her this time? Grandfather was a romantic and
enjoyed the long forgotten past. He loved to watch the noble wars between earth and her
colonies, the times of revolution, and the times of suffering. To Grandfather and her self
the pain of others brought them great pleasure.
Dorothy loved the nobility of the wars of the after colony era. She had read all
about it in her books. The books like her toys were gifts from Grandfather, gifts of the
past. Dorothy's Grandfather used his time machine to obtain them. It wasn't truly his, but
a poor, now dead, inventor's that Grandfather eliminated upon completion of the
machine. Grandfather eliminated the inventor just as he eliminated Dorothy's parents.
Dorothy was too young at the time of their deaths to know let alone care about their fate.
When Dorothy received her first living gift from her grandfather she was eleven.
The boy she was given was young and very reluctant to succumb to her whims, so she
took an ax to his head like Lizzie Borden did to her stepmother and father in one of
Dorothy's favorite books. The next gift was an older man who succumbed more easily to
her feminine whiles. He lasted a week until she grew board and slowly dissected him
while he screamed, screams that didn't matter in the soundproof room. She had many
more gifts over the past eight years. They were of different races some men and some
women, some were famous others were not. The ones that were famous of course had
their disappearances noted in her books of the past. Her favorite was the former Queen
of the World Relena Peacecraft. Dorothy had kept her for a month or two but like the
others she met her end.
As Dorothy chose the most twisted of the daggers and placed it safely under her
pillow her grandfather's voice crackled over a hidden speaker.
"Dearest, I have surprise for you."
"Oh, Grandfather describe! What does it look like?"
"He's young and handsome, and he has the most striking eyes. You will like this one."
"Is he anyone from one of my books?"
"We couldn't find any form of identification on him, so we can't know for sure."
"Thank you Grandfather"
Dorothy switched off the comm. unit just as her new toy entered the room.
He was garbed in black, which gave him a morbid look that accented his once soft
and handsome features. The most intriguing thing about her new toy aside from his eyes
was his long chestnut hair. He looked at her and a hint of red burned on his cheeks as he
noticed how scantily clad she was in her filmy white robe, and he also noticed the bed
surrounded by mirrors. Dorothy, eager and driven by hunger, moved towards the man
and wrapped him in her arms.
"Who are you and where am I", he asked.
The simple questions were so innocently spoken they instantly won her. She could no
longer restrain her self. Dorothy pressed her body against his and pushed him back
towards the bed.
"You are close to heaven, for I am an Angel."
She breathed in his ear as she let her robe slip off of her and on to the floor . She lay back
on the bed and pulled him closer.
"Allow me to take you there."
Dorothy reached under her pillow and groped for her marvelous dagger. But it was no
longer there. The dagger was in the toy's hand and his once soft features were livid with a
lust for blood. Their was just a glimpse of blue-violet orbs as the dagger came down on
her again and again and again---
The body of Dorothy Catalonia wasn't found for weeks the room being soundproof, and
their also being plenty of time.
In the year After Colony 216 Duo Maxwell, The God of Death vanished forever, left to
live only in legends.
Owari
I hope you liked it! My first completed fic!!
Ai,
Bunny