Title: Dreams and Nightmares
Author: Wyn G. Aarden
Disclaimer: IAMABOVETHELAW!!! Okay, maybe not...
Warnings: Angst, horror, obligatory yaoi, AU, language, cranky Duo, somewhat violent Quatre, violence, fantasy, DnD-esque, Changeling-esque.
Pairings: I'll let you know...
Notes: I thought Duo would make a good Nightmare...
Summary (by Ides, thanks bunches darhling): In a land of intrigue and mystery the lines between Darkness and Light are unclear. Does salvation await two young men dead inside?
Part 4
Heero rode at the front lines of the battle. His cold, dispassionate gaze swept over the situation. Taking only moments to consider it all, he drew his sword and leapt into the fray. His eyes were cold as he dispatched enemy soldiers left and right. He noted in a small part of his mind that a red haze had seeped over his eyes.
'Huh. Bloodlust,' he noted absently as he hacked and slashed his way through the battle, until none were standing but his own men. He slipped off his horse and fell face first into the muck.
During the battle, it had seemed as if sound no longer existed, only the blood rushing in his own ears. Now, sound returned to him, assaulting his ears with the groans and cries of the wounded. Heero pushed himself up and looked into the wild eyes of an inhuman creature, seemingly soaking up the pain and suffering of the wounded.
Heero found himself grow angry. He forced himself to walk to the largest contingent of his soldiers. He held his hands together, palms flat, brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, he looked up and pointed his palms towards the battlefield.
"Burn..." he said, voice harsh. A stream of fire leapt from his palms to scorch the battlefield.
"You look like hell... sir," one of his soldiers said. Heero glared at him.
"I know that you bastard. Burn the battlefield. Burn it all..." The soldiers looked at one another.
"Uh, yessir!" one said. They brought out the torches and drew a large square of fire around the battlefield. They fanned the fires forward, as Heero watched from atop his horse. The flames, not dissimilar to the flames of several hells, reflected in his eyes as the screams of the few that were still living...
...and the shrieks of the trapped redcaps, were heard above the crackling fire.
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Author: Wyn G. Aarden
Disclaimer: IAMABOVETHELAW!!! Okay, maybe not...
Warnings: Angst, horror, obligatory yaoi, AU, language, cranky Duo, somewhat violent Quatre, violence, fantasy, DnD-esque, Changeling-esque.
Pairings: I'll let you know...
Notes: I thought Duo would make a good Nightmare...
Summary (by Ides, thanks bunches darhling): In a land of intrigue and mystery the lines between Darkness and Light are unclear. Does salvation await two young men dead inside?
Part 4
Heero rode at the front lines of the battle. His cold, dispassionate gaze swept over the situation. Taking only moments to consider it all, he drew his sword and leapt into the fray. His eyes were cold as he dispatched enemy soldiers left and right. He noted in a small part of his mind that a red haze had seeped over his eyes.
'Huh. Bloodlust,' he noted absently as he hacked and slashed his way through the battle, until none were standing but his own men. He slipped off his horse and fell face first into the muck.
During the battle, it had seemed as if sound no longer existed, only the blood rushing in his own ears. Now, sound returned to him, assaulting his ears with the groans and cries of the wounded. Heero pushed himself up and looked into the wild eyes of an inhuman creature, seemingly soaking up the pain and suffering of the wounded.
Heero found himself grow angry. He forced himself to walk to the largest contingent of his soldiers. He held his hands together, palms flat, brow furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, he looked up and pointed his palms towards the battlefield.
"Burn..." he said, voice harsh. A stream of fire leapt from his palms to scorch the battlefield.
"You look like hell... sir," one of his soldiers said. Heero glared at him.
"I know that you bastard. Burn the battlefield. Burn it all..." The soldiers looked at one another.
"Uh, yessir!" one said. They brought out the torches and drew a large square of fire around the battlefield. They fanned the fires forward, as Heero watched from atop his horse. The flames, not dissimilar to the flames of several hells, reflected in his eyes as the screams of the few that were still living...
...and the shrieks of the trapped redcaps, were heard above the crackling fire.
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