OH JOY! (Ren & Stimpy addict) I can't believe people are actually READING
this! I thought nobody would read it! To whoever wrote the review saying it
would be funny if Quatre threw up on Duo – great minds think alike! But
don't think I took your idea. The whole story was previously written, even
before I posted the first chapter! I'm just stalling to see if anybody will
keep reading it. Sad, isn't it? Try the third chapter – it's one of my
favorites! And you'll see if Quatre's a werewolf, possessed or something
different altogether! Not everything is what it seems to be!
Chapter Three
Quatre sat quietly listening to Duo recount his actions after waking up. Apparently, he had viciously attacked both Duo and Trowa, thrown up on them, cursed at them and somehow climbed onto the ceiling. The strange thing was that Quatre was listening to all this through two closed doors – his and another door which was on the other side of the base. This terrified him, to say the least. He had never been able to hear so well in his life. He continued listening to the conversation.
"Well, it seems to me that Quatre has been greatly compromised." Heero was saying. "We will definitely have to take him off duty until we can fix this. I would like to think it's just stress but stress never gave anyone the ability to climb walls."
"He was acting like a werewolf," Duo was talking now. "But we already established last night that none of us are werewolves."
"Yes, I noticed that, too." Trowa agreed. "He didn't even transform while he was attacking us, either."
"Is it possible to simply have the mind of an animal and not actually be an animal?" Heero asked.
"I don't know…" Duo responded.
"It wasn't really like he was acting like an animal, though." Trowa observed. "It was more like he was being controlled by an animal."
"This is all so ridiculous." Wufei blurted scornfully. "The boy is just stressed! I don't care about the ceiling thing – he's just worried about being a werewolf and he's probably convinced himself that he IS one!" Quatre's throat tightened at this statement. He could feel his eyes beginning to water. He knew Wufei was right. The subconscious could do very powerful things to a person and if he had conceived somewhere in his mind that he was a werewolf, his subconscious could make him a werewolf. Not literally, meaning he wouldn't actually be able to transform into anything, but he would take on the personality of a werewolf. This was a well known mental disorder called Lycanthrope. The affected person believed that they would transform into a wild animal and, despite the fact that they hadn't, would act like a wild animal in every way possible – including hunting for live food. Quatre could feel the pain rising. He tried to hold it back but it was becoming too much. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. His chest was tight. He inhaled deeply –
"So we've decided what we're going to do, despite Wufei's-"Heero was saying. A loud howl pierced the air. It was a human voice and they all recognized it instantly – Quatre. The four pilots jumped out of their seats and bolted to Quatre's room. They burst through the door to see Quatre having convulsions on his bed. They ran to his side, but none of them knew what to do to stop a seizure. Duo caught a word from Quatre's garbled voice. The word was amen. He leaned closer to listen to the other sounds.
"I – I think he's…praying." Duo informed the others. He listened some more. "Backwards?!"
"Praying backwards…I read somewhere that that's one of the most unholy things you can do…" Wufei whispered. Quatre stopped shaking without warning. He opened his eyes impossibly wide and bellowed in an abnormally deep voice,
"I am your death, I am your fear. Take your last breath –" He jerked up into a sitting position. He smiled evilly, his yellow eyes glinting. "The evil is here." Then he suddenly fell back onto the bed as if someone had pulled him down. He cried out in pain. His friends were utterly confused and scared almost out of their minds – even Heero, whom we all know has practically no emotions whatsoever. Duo knelt by the seemingly resting Quatre.
"Quatre," he called gently. Quatre didn't respond. "We're gonna take you to the hospital, okay?" Quatre's eyes snapped back open. He whipped his head around and glared at Duo.
"F*** you." he growled. Duo slapped his cross down on Quatre's chest in anger. Quatre howled in agony. After he was done howling he seemed to fall asleep so the other four pilots carried him outside to take him to the hospital.
***
Quatre awoke in a hospital bed around 8 o' clock that night. Heero was sitting by the bedside. He showed no sign of relief or of friendliness as Quatre awoke.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice monotone. Quatre tried to speak but his throat was extremely sore. He shook his head, trying to clear it more than give Heero a response.
"I am sorry." Heero's eyes softened unexpectedly. "You do know that we won't stop trying until we cure you?" Quatre nodded. He tried to smile but the muscles used for that particular motion wouldn't respond. His head twitched.
"I hate you." he rasped. Heero sighed. "No…I…"Quatre tried to tell Heero that he hadn't meant that but his sore throat kept him from doing it.
"I know you didn't mean it." Heero reassured him. Quatre noticed blood dripping from Heero's arm.
"You're…hurt…" he choked out. Heero glanced at his arm.
"It's only a scratch." he mumbled.
"Bleeding…"
"No, it really is just a scratch. You scratched me."
"Enough… to bleed?"
"It was a pretty hard scratch."
"Sorry." Quatre's eyes closed and he tilted his head back. He inhaled slowly and deeply then let the air out again in a low-pitched, animalistic sigh. He lowered his head. When he opened his eyes again they had begun to turn yellow. Heero tried not to notice.
"Why me?" he wondered aloud. His throat had healed and his voice came out smoother than Heero had ever heard it.
"No one knows why these things happen or why they happen to the people they do. I believe Duo once said that 'bad things happen to good people'. You're an unbelievably good person. I guess this is your bad thing."
"Sh'ba, nahema, se tir…" (Not an actual language) Heero blinked in confusion.
"What did you say?"
"I don't know. Just a bunch of garbage. Isn't that what all talking is to you?"
"No. Talking can be useful. How else would you communicate?"
"Humans communicate in many ways. You're communicating something to me right now.
"What?"
"If I couldn't…I would need too many…you, Yui…I don't want that mission…"
"Quatre, you're not making any sense."
"How many cents can two scents hold, since that sentence makes no sense?" Heero finally realized that Quatre hadn't been listening to him since he'd closed his eyes and sighed. Then I guess he didn't hear my speech about good people, Heero thought bitterly. He stood to leave but was stopped by a small sound from Quatre.
"Shinigami…" he whispered. Heero nodded.
"I'll send him in to talk to you."
Heero told Duo about Quatre's request and Duo entered Quatre's room to talk to him.
"No…" Quatre whispered. "Shinigami…not you…"
"What do you mean?" Duo asked.
"I don't want you…I want death…"
"Quatre, I hope you're not saying what I think you're saying…"
"I want death…I want to die…"
"No you don't. Nobody wants to die. And you're going to live."
"Take me, Shinigami…Take me away from this world…away from this pain…"
"Just hang on a little while longer. Trowa and Wufei are trying to find out how to cure you as we speak."
"I can't fight it…I'm losing control…"
"Yes you can. You can fight it. And you'll win because you're Quatre Roberta Winner." Duo paused to wipe a tear from his cheek. "And Winners never lose." (Corny, I know, but bear with me.)
"Come closer please, Duo. I want to tell you a secret. Something that I've never told anyone before." Duo hesitantly moved closer.
"Closer, please. I have to whisper it in your ear." Duo moved closer and leaned toward Quatre until his ear was just inches from Quatre's face.
"Are you ready to hear my secret?" Quatre asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Suddenly Quatre's hand was around Duo's throat, his arm having broken right through the steel cuff that had held it.
"I can smell your fear…" Quatre whispered.
Did ya like that? Huh? Did ya? I hope so. I know I did! Help me out here- how'm I doin' with sticking to the original story line? Remember that I haven't ever seen the show! R&R, please, R&R.
Chapter Three
Quatre sat quietly listening to Duo recount his actions after waking up. Apparently, he had viciously attacked both Duo and Trowa, thrown up on them, cursed at them and somehow climbed onto the ceiling. The strange thing was that Quatre was listening to all this through two closed doors – his and another door which was on the other side of the base. This terrified him, to say the least. He had never been able to hear so well in his life. He continued listening to the conversation.
"Well, it seems to me that Quatre has been greatly compromised." Heero was saying. "We will definitely have to take him off duty until we can fix this. I would like to think it's just stress but stress never gave anyone the ability to climb walls."
"He was acting like a werewolf," Duo was talking now. "But we already established last night that none of us are werewolves."
"Yes, I noticed that, too." Trowa agreed. "He didn't even transform while he was attacking us, either."
"Is it possible to simply have the mind of an animal and not actually be an animal?" Heero asked.
"I don't know…" Duo responded.
"It wasn't really like he was acting like an animal, though." Trowa observed. "It was more like he was being controlled by an animal."
"This is all so ridiculous." Wufei blurted scornfully. "The boy is just stressed! I don't care about the ceiling thing – he's just worried about being a werewolf and he's probably convinced himself that he IS one!" Quatre's throat tightened at this statement. He could feel his eyes beginning to water. He knew Wufei was right. The subconscious could do very powerful things to a person and if he had conceived somewhere in his mind that he was a werewolf, his subconscious could make him a werewolf. Not literally, meaning he wouldn't actually be able to transform into anything, but he would take on the personality of a werewolf. This was a well known mental disorder called Lycanthrope. The affected person believed that they would transform into a wild animal and, despite the fact that they hadn't, would act like a wild animal in every way possible – including hunting for live food. Quatre could feel the pain rising. He tried to hold it back but it was becoming too much. Tears began to stream down his cheeks. His chest was tight. He inhaled deeply –
"So we've decided what we're going to do, despite Wufei's-"Heero was saying. A loud howl pierced the air. It was a human voice and they all recognized it instantly – Quatre. The four pilots jumped out of their seats and bolted to Quatre's room. They burst through the door to see Quatre having convulsions on his bed. They ran to his side, but none of them knew what to do to stop a seizure. Duo caught a word from Quatre's garbled voice. The word was amen. He leaned closer to listen to the other sounds.
"I – I think he's…praying." Duo informed the others. He listened some more. "Backwards?!"
"Praying backwards…I read somewhere that that's one of the most unholy things you can do…" Wufei whispered. Quatre stopped shaking without warning. He opened his eyes impossibly wide and bellowed in an abnormally deep voice,
"I am your death, I am your fear. Take your last breath –" He jerked up into a sitting position. He smiled evilly, his yellow eyes glinting. "The evil is here." Then he suddenly fell back onto the bed as if someone had pulled him down. He cried out in pain. His friends were utterly confused and scared almost out of their minds – even Heero, whom we all know has practically no emotions whatsoever. Duo knelt by the seemingly resting Quatre.
"Quatre," he called gently. Quatre didn't respond. "We're gonna take you to the hospital, okay?" Quatre's eyes snapped back open. He whipped his head around and glared at Duo.
"F*** you." he growled. Duo slapped his cross down on Quatre's chest in anger. Quatre howled in agony. After he was done howling he seemed to fall asleep so the other four pilots carried him outside to take him to the hospital.
***
Quatre awoke in a hospital bed around 8 o' clock that night. Heero was sitting by the bedside. He showed no sign of relief or of friendliness as Quatre awoke.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice monotone. Quatre tried to speak but his throat was extremely sore. He shook his head, trying to clear it more than give Heero a response.
"I am sorry." Heero's eyes softened unexpectedly. "You do know that we won't stop trying until we cure you?" Quatre nodded. He tried to smile but the muscles used for that particular motion wouldn't respond. His head twitched.
"I hate you." he rasped. Heero sighed. "No…I…"Quatre tried to tell Heero that he hadn't meant that but his sore throat kept him from doing it.
"I know you didn't mean it." Heero reassured him. Quatre noticed blood dripping from Heero's arm.
"You're…hurt…" he choked out. Heero glanced at his arm.
"It's only a scratch." he mumbled.
"Bleeding…"
"No, it really is just a scratch. You scratched me."
"Enough… to bleed?"
"It was a pretty hard scratch."
"Sorry." Quatre's eyes closed and he tilted his head back. He inhaled slowly and deeply then let the air out again in a low-pitched, animalistic sigh. He lowered his head. When he opened his eyes again they had begun to turn yellow. Heero tried not to notice.
"Why me?" he wondered aloud. His throat had healed and his voice came out smoother than Heero had ever heard it.
"No one knows why these things happen or why they happen to the people they do. I believe Duo once said that 'bad things happen to good people'. You're an unbelievably good person. I guess this is your bad thing."
"Sh'ba, nahema, se tir…" (Not an actual language) Heero blinked in confusion.
"What did you say?"
"I don't know. Just a bunch of garbage. Isn't that what all talking is to you?"
"No. Talking can be useful. How else would you communicate?"
"Humans communicate in many ways. You're communicating something to me right now.
"What?"
"If I couldn't…I would need too many…you, Yui…I don't want that mission…"
"Quatre, you're not making any sense."
"How many cents can two scents hold, since that sentence makes no sense?" Heero finally realized that Quatre hadn't been listening to him since he'd closed his eyes and sighed. Then I guess he didn't hear my speech about good people, Heero thought bitterly. He stood to leave but was stopped by a small sound from Quatre.
"Shinigami…" he whispered. Heero nodded.
"I'll send him in to talk to you."
Heero told Duo about Quatre's request and Duo entered Quatre's room to talk to him.
"No…" Quatre whispered. "Shinigami…not you…"
"What do you mean?" Duo asked.
"I don't want you…I want death…"
"Quatre, I hope you're not saying what I think you're saying…"
"I want death…I want to die…"
"No you don't. Nobody wants to die. And you're going to live."
"Take me, Shinigami…Take me away from this world…away from this pain…"
"Just hang on a little while longer. Trowa and Wufei are trying to find out how to cure you as we speak."
"I can't fight it…I'm losing control…"
"Yes you can. You can fight it. And you'll win because you're Quatre Roberta Winner." Duo paused to wipe a tear from his cheek. "And Winners never lose." (Corny, I know, but bear with me.)
"Come closer please, Duo. I want to tell you a secret. Something that I've never told anyone before." Duo hesitantly moved closer.
"Closer, please. I have to whisper it in your ear." Duo moved closer and leaned toward Quatre until his ear was just inches from Quatre's face.
"Are you ready to hear my secret?" Quatre asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Suddenly Quatre's hand was around Duo's throat, his arm having broken right through the steel cuff that had held it.
"I can smell your fear…" Quatre whispered.
Did ya like that? Huh? Did ya? I hope so. I know I did! Help me out here- how'm I doin' with sticking to the original story line? Remember that I haven't ever seen the show! R&R, please, R&R.