Author: Hello, all! This is the second part of "Silence and Death." Suspense killing you already? Wanna know what happens now? Good...ehehehe...now this part of the fic is the sad part, and then it might get a little scary. (And strange, I know, but just read it) Hope you like the story so far. And like before, I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters. Other characters are made up from my own mind. Ok, that's covered...go read the story already!

Trowa stood there in the alley, the fresh blood now slowly drying on his murderous flesh. He knew he had to go back to Quatre's estate. The force that had overcome his mind had laughed lightly, and Trowa finally could think on his own. He didn't know what had happened to himself, but he knew what he did, and he had become scared. Fear. Fear that ate at his mind, heart and soul. He couldn't go on this way. But one thing he knew now, was to go back. Without thinking again, Trowa clutched the gun to his chest and bolted out of the alley and through the crowds of people. He could hear them gasp and some whisper about his appearance. Trowa ignored them, everything to him was vague, he didn't what was happening, or what was wrong with him. Sanctuary, he had to go back. He ran without stopping, his heart pumping the adrenaline that he felt from the fear. He finally made it to Quatre's estate, and he used his sneaking techniques so that none of Quatre's servants or anyone else see him.

It was late, and Trowa snuck into his room and shut and locked the door. Trowa leaned against the door and slid down to the floor. He still held the gun and he stared at it in his trembling hands. He cried silently and cursing himself for what he had done. He got up and looked in the mirror. He couldn't bear what he saw and he threw the gun at the mirror and it shattered into a million pieces, which could never be placed back together, like how his heart and soul felt Laughter in the darkness, they mock silence, but death uses silence as it's pawn.

The next morning, Duo happily whistled to himself and knocked on the other's doors waking them up for the day.

"Yo Heero, rise and shine!" Duo said and was satisfied by the usual 'Hn' worthy of being Heero's response as he went on to Quatre's door. "Quatre, wake up buddy!" he said again.

"I'm downstairs, Duo!" Quatre called from downstairs. "Breakfast will be ready soon!" "Ok Quatre, just gettin' the others!" Duo called back. He walked on to Wufei's door, but no sooner had he barely tapped on the door it opened. Wufei stood in the doorway, a slightly confused look for Duo's presence there.

"You wanted something, Duo?" Wufei asked.

"Na nothing at all, just checking if you were awake!" Duo replied. "Where you off to, Wufei?"

"I'm going up to the garden roof." Wufei answered, and briskly walked away.

"And miss breakfast? Oh well, see you!" Duo called, and then put a hand to his chin. "Hmm...I think I forgot somebody...oh yeah!!" Duo walked over to Trowa's door and knocked on it. "Trowa, Trowa...you in there? Time to get up!" Duo called. "Trowa? Hey, you in there? Answer me man, or I'm coming in!" Duo tried to turn the knob but it was locked. He found a pin in his pocket and began to pick at the lock.

Trowa looked up from his sitting position in the corner of his room. The blood dried and crusted on his face and clothing. His soul hurt too much to move. Slowly he heard a click and the door opened. Duo peeked in.

"Trowa? Hey Trowa, are you still in bed, rise and shine!" Duo said as he went over to the window to open the curtains. He pulled them apart and the sunlight cascaded into the room. Duo turned around and was shocked at the sight of Trowa, bloody in the corner.

"Trowa?! What happened to you man?!" Duo exclaimed, running to his friend and picking him up. Trowa felt too weak, and his body protested to the pain from Duo trying to pull him up, but he couldn't move. "You're all dirty with blood! Are you ok? Does anything hurt? Don't tell me you're already dead!" Duo said, shock and worry in his voice. Trowa said nothing, and Duo peered into his eyes. "Hmmm....somebody IS home, but the lights are out." Duo said, but he felt that this was no time for jokes. He pulled Trowa to the bathroom. Duo turned on the light and turned on the faucet on the bath tub. He checked the water to be warm, and plugged the drain and left it running. He set Trowa on a side chair and pulled off Trowa's shirt and pants.

"Er...you can deal with wet underwear, we just need you to get cleaned up." Duo said, and gently helped Trowa into the bath tub and turned off the water. "Um, you stay here...I'll go call one of the servants to help you...in the meantime...you remember how to use this, right?" Duo replied as he picked up a bar of soap and a sponge and placed them on the edge of the bath tub. Duo crept out of the bathroom and looked at Trowa once more who just sat in the tub, staring ahead. Duo shook his head and went downstairs.

"What?!" Quatre said as he slammed his hands on the coffee table.

"I told you Quatre, that's how I found him, he didn't talk to me, so I told one of the maids go and help him in the bathroom." Duo responded.

"Good, I'm glad you did that Duo, and later we'll have to go and see to what happened," Quatre replied as he calmed down and sat back down. A small, homely little lady came downstairs and entered the living room.

"Master Quatre, Master Trowa is all cleaned up. He's in his room now, there's no wounds on him, he'll be fine." the maid said.

"Thank you Melody," Quatre replied as he got up from his chair. The maid bowed and left the room. Duo got up as well.

"Should we go up and check on him?" Duo said.

"Yeah we should, I want to know what happened." Quatre and Duo went upstairs, (yes Quatre's estate is bigger, it's just that all their rooms is on the second floor, and it's too bothersome to use the elevator, yes..."elevator" ok..yeah...on with this...) to Trowa's room, and Quatre knocked on the door.

"Trowa? May we come in?" Quatre asked, but there was no answer.

"Quatre, we'll just have to go in. I don't think he wants to talk." Duo said and slowly opened the door. They went inside and saw Trowa sitting on his bed, gazing out the window. Duo and Quatre approached him.

"Hey Trowa, me and Quatre want to know what happened..." Duo asked, and looked at Trowa. Trowa's eyes looked full of pain and seemed distant. Trowa had his hands folded in his lap, and as he opened his lips to speak he started to tremble.

"Quatre...Duo...forgive me..." he whispered, and there was slight sobbing in his voice.

"Forgive you for what? What have you done?" Quatre asked. Tears started to run down Trowa's face and he just sat there, trembling.

"I...I've...murdered...someone...it wasn't my fault, I...didn't know what happened...I...stole a gun, and I killed someone...but now...I think...it's my fault...it's all my fault...I'm s-s-sorry...." Trowa said as he broke out and put his hands to his face, covering his tears and sobbing uncontrollably. Quatre and Duo were both shocked and looked at each other. Duo put his hands in his pockets and looked away and Quatre kneeled down and patted Trowa on the back.

"Hey, it'll be ok, Trowa...we'll get this settled..don't worry...I can get this off your back." Quatre said. Trowa stopped crying and his trembling stopped as he looked back at Quatre. Quatre smiled and said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine...it's ok...it's not your fault and we'll get to the bottom of this."

Trowa nodded. Duo looked back and handed Trowa a handkercheif.

"Thank you Duo," Trowa said as he took it. Quatre got Duo's arm and lead him to the corner.

"We need to tell the police," Quatre whispered.

"Yeah but..." Duo began, but Quatre shook his head.

"It's ok. I'll take care of it. He's our friend, and besides, I'm sure he wouldn't kill someone...something must've happened." Quatre answered. Duo nodded and he and Quatre walked back to Trowa.

"Hey Trowa, why don't we go and figure this out, ok? Quatre will make sure you'll get off easy." Duo said. Trowa nodded and got up and all three exited the room.

Trowa had told his story and it seemed pretty clear. Quatre explained it was plainly that Trowa was trying to protecting himself from that gay drunkard and it was an accident that Trowa killed him. The police went to look up on files of the man that was killed, and it was true that he was only a gay drunkard, as heard later from people asked around town. But as for the stolen gun, it was only a first offense and Trowa promised he wouldn't do that again, and Quatre paid the fine for that. But they still needed to see about the man that died, because, a life is a life taken.

The reports came later and the cheif talked to Quatre. Duo was with Trowa the whole time in the waiting room, telling him things that a friend would say to a friend who was in distress. Duo had his hands in his pockets and sighed but then the whole headquarters rang with an angered yell.

"I don't care that he still killed someone it was in self-defense, and even if he has to stay one night in jail I'll pay the fine! Every single cent!" Quatre stormed out of the room and went to Duo and Trowa. Trowa looked up at Quatre and Duo blinked. Quatre took a deep breath and smiled.

"It's ok Trowa, this will be settled as soon as I pay the fine." Quatre said.

"Man Quatre, when you're angry, you're angry, and you're Mr. Winner," Duo said.

"Er...yeah Duo," Quatre said, a bit red and ashamed for the anger he displayed.

"Thank you, Quatre...and Duo...you're great friends." Trowa replied, as his pained eyes came a little brighter as he looked down at the floor. Quatre smiled and went back to the cheif's office and Duo followed. Trowa looked back up at the two leave and there was a glint in his green eyes with a slight glow.

"Thank you very much, Quatre..." Trowa whispered, as a smirk curved his lips. The darkness is arising, death will walk again, and silence will free him from his bonds, and the hunger for lost souls will be fed.

Author: Oooh! How was that? And ta think I'm only 14! Ahaha!! Anyway, you may go on to the next part if you wish...scared? Mwuaahaha! I am an evil mind, aren't I? And don't forget your kleenex!