Author: All right, here we go. Part 4! Been waiting too long? Ok, it's going to be very violent and gory and stuff in this first part. Hide the children! Lol...anyway, you're probably wondering what the scientists are trying to do. Okay, guess that's it. Oh yeah, for any of you who wants to know, it's written by Trowa's POV (point of view) Just read already!
It begins. I have lost all contact with my conscious self. It seems death has taken over me. I think I've gone mad, but there is nothing I can do. Mental disfunction, paranoid, something of my past...I would not know. I feel like something is eating at my soul. That I want to die. I know the others care, they are my friends and would do anything for an ally. What I'm feeling is something beyond emotion or my own mind. I can tell there is a purpose for this, that death wants me to do something. I believed myself to be a silencer, to silence those who stand in my way, which is comprehensive with death itself. I thought that Duo was the God of Death, but now I believe it was just a metaphor. Duo himself wouldn't want to kill. No. He wouldn't want to live through his past, and see the dead. Death has been with him too long, and now I am sure it wants me. It wants me to do something for it. It hungers. Uncaging a silent beast. What am I to do now...but wait this eternity...
I keep running, the knife tucked into my pocket. I knew this was something I had to do...to soothe death. I would get no rest unless I did it's bidding. On and on, to the deepest alleys of the city, roaming, searching for vile, unworthy souls to drag to the underworld. That is what death wants. Did it seem wrong, or was it the right thing to do? Murder is sin. But my pain is agonizing. I look around in a dark alley. A rather large man was brutally beating a young woman. I quietly walked up behind the man, and took out the knife. The woman noticed me, her eyes full of fear, fear of the man, fear of what will happen...fear of me. I plunged the knife into the man's back. He howled in pain, and the woman, staring in pure fear, fell to her knees, crying. I looked down at the bleeding figure, the knife, still engraved into the man's large back. The blood overflowing like a fountain. I heard him moan softly. He was not dead yet. I was urged to agonize him more.
The woman kept crying, she looked up at me, as I bent down to slowly push the knife deeper into the man's back. He screamed, screamed as hell dragged him to his death. I saw him turn his head to me.
"No...no...don't...spare...me...please..." he begged. The woman was afraid, her lip quivering, her hands held to her chest. I looked at her. She was too afraid to move.
"Go," I commanded, and she scrambled up and ran away. She wouldn't tell a soul about what happened, she was saved, but I knew she would always be afraid that I was overcome by death. I looked back at the man, his life, fading...I could feel it.
"Please...please!" the man begged, his voice barely a whisper from the loss of blood.
"It is too late for you...die for your sins..." I answered, and I pulled the knife from his back and raised it and with all my might, pierced the back of his head, and he lay there, lifeless. His blood formed a large puddle, and then death left to finish the deed. It loomed out of dark, and swallowed the soul of the dead sinful man. It was satisfied for now.
I gained consciousness. I knew what had happened, but I could not believe what had happened. I stared blankly at the dead body. This time I wouldn't lose myself. This time I wouldn't be caught doing this. If I were to go to jail, my pain would be much worse and death would haunt me more.
"Dear God...help me...have mercy on me..." I begged, clasping my hands together and pressed them to my forehead. At that moment I felt something. Sadness. A small taste of it, and yet it was beautiful. To have an emotion as to feel sadness. There was a pain in my eye, hot welling tears cascaded down my face, wetting my hands and soaking my shirt.
"This...can't be...how could I...please someone help me..." I whispered, and slowly got up. My body shook with sobbing, and in the next instant I stopped. I could not cry. Not now, not ever...I cannot feel sadness, because I would not be able to kill. Why...why did I have to do this? Now I am eternally subject to death. I could not kill myself. No the others would be said, especially Quatre and Duo. They felt more sadness than the other two. Catherine...Catherine, no I could not die and leave her. Death would not let me die. If I were to kill myself now it would bring me back to do it's bidding. Death has long made Duo to live, it is a spirit itself that cannot be changed, or destroyed. It does what it does and people must die. Death itself knows many people in other places die. Death is everywhere. But its main purpose is to use me. It used me to kill, to bring more souls for it's hunger. No it cannot get enough. I cannot get enough. But it knows I have had enough for the night.
Once again death uses silence, could there be any hope for one soul...from sadness to pain, emotion will always be of a human.
I go to return back to Quatre's estate. Stealthily I avoided the police and flashing lights. No one would know what had happened, or who did it. I was in the clear. I was slightly relieved, but I wondered what I would be obligied to do next.
Finally I reached Quatre's estate. I reached my room and I was about to open the door when a hand fell upon my shoulder. I was slightly startled, but I turned to see it was Heero.
"Where have you been, Trowa" Heero asked me.
"I...had gone out." I answered, with a tinge of uneasiness in my voice. I knew Heero could tell.
"In such a hurry?" Heero asked. "Tell me, is there something wrong."
"Y-no...no...there's nothing wrong." I replied.
"There has to be. Now tell me now, Trowa." Heero demmanded.
"I...wish I could tell you, Heero...but it's something personal...too personal, and I'm sure you can understand that." I answered.
"Hn. Then get some rest. We have things to do tomorrow." Heero walked across the hall back to his room. "Goodnight Trowa."
"Goodnight, Heero." I replied as I watched him close the door to his room. I went into my own room and sat on the bed. I put my hands to my head but I noticed I still had the bloody knife in my hands. I would have to discard of that later. I was lucky that Heero did not notice. Luck, luck that I had escaped Heero? Who notices everything? I'd better watch out for him. I hope he would not notice. Hope...the thing everyone uses to gain a desire...I was strained of every drop of hope. But I tried to keep it so that I'll be able to live and I would stay sane. Every ounce of hope I put into for someone to help me... ((Too much angst, ne? Hope that didn't break ya too hard...there's still more...))
Hope is for the restless heart, it helps the tired soul.
Knock knock knock... ((hey! onomotopeia!)) There was a knock at the door. The pilots had not expected them to come so soon, but then again, those scientists were always unpredictable. Quatre took a deep breath and opened the door. The 5 pilots could not believe their eyes. 5 young children stood at the doorstep. 3 girls, 2 boys. Each child looked distinctly like one of the pilots. The pilots exchanged glances until Quatre spoke.
"Welcome! Those scientist must have sent you here. You must be tired, please come in." Quatre said cheerfully. The children stood there at the doorstep. Quatre blinked and spoke again.
"Well, why don't we introduce ourselves then?"
A very stoic looking girl, with dark hair spoke up. She looked very much like Heero only with a more feminine expression. Her hair was also much like Heero's but had small locks of hair falling over her ears and hair that fell down to her shoulders.
"You may call me Ria," she replied, very straightforward. A boy with light brown hair and a ponytail bounced up to the girl Ria and put his elbow on her shoulder, slightly leaning on her. The girl looked very much annoyed.
"Yeah right, that's just what she wants to be called. Her real name's Hiira!" the boy said teasingly. The boy looked much like Duo, only...no braid, and his bangs were much different. They fell over his forehead with them slightly off center parted on one side.
"Get off me. NOW. And don't call me that." Ria growled, her arms crossed yet her fists looked like they were ready to pound the boy's face in. The boy backed away with his hands held up, but he had a smirk on his face.
"All right whatever you say, Hiira, oh sorry, 'Ria'!" the boy teased. Ria growled again but turned her head to the side.
"And what's your name?" Duo asked the boy. The boy looked at Duo.
"Oh sorry, the name's Duece." ((Is that really a good name!?)) the boy answered.
"All right..." Quatre said and looked at a quiet girl, with spiky but soft looking bangs falling over one side of her face. Some of her hair dangled to the side, and she had long hair down to her waist, held in a ponytail. And of course, she looked like Trowa. Trowa was a bit surprised. ((Like none of them weren't already))
"What is your name, young lady?" Quatre asked. The girl closed her eyes then opened them again.
"My name is Trinity..." she answered.
"Ah, your name is lovely, that means a 'new era,' doesn't it?" Quatre asked. Trinity merely nodded. Quatre then looked to a very shy yet sweet-looking girl with blonde hair. The girl giggled and held out her hand.
"My name is Quaterine," she said in a sweet voice. Quatre was astounded. Quatre took the girl's hand and shook it.
"Yes your have a lovely name too, Quatrerine...like my mother's..." Quatre said, slowing on the last part of his sentence. Quaterine smiled. Quaterine looked to the boy slightly behind her and tapped his shoulder. The last boy looked at the pilots and glanced at Wufei. He had jet-black hair, tied tightly in a short ponytail. ((goodness all the ponytail styles)) He also had bangs that parted from the center of his forehead and down to his chin. Quaterine whispered to the boy to introduce himself and pushed him forward.
"My name is Wu," the boy said. Wufei looked at Wu and blinked. Wu looked at him and looked away.
"All right everyone is introduced so why don't you come inside," Quatre said. The children looked at each other and went inside by order, Ria, Duece, Trinity, Quaterine, and Wu.
At that moment Trowa felt something from the young girl Trinity. He felt she had hope to give. Maybe she was the hope he was sent. He would try to reach out to this girl. For the sake of his soul.
Hope can be in any form, it lights up the darkest of hearts.
Author: Well how was that? Too sad, good ending...well it's not the end yet! Doesn't it surprise you how I can write so much angst and be so peppy in my afternotes? Well I've had experiences. I go in and out of character. Write on! HEA!
Hiira=hee-rA
Duece=doo-se
Trinity=tri-nit-ee
Quaterine=Kat-er-een
Wu=woo uh...get the pronunciation now? Good. Next part I will discuss the purpose of the parent-child pairings. (Not love pairings, mind you)
