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Chapter Four
Heero sat outside of Quatre's hospital room mentally kicking himself for not bringing his laptop. He wondered if he should try Wufei's meditation. It never seemed to calm Wufei, but at least he would be doing something. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He sat there for only a few seconds before his eye began to twitch. He hopped out of his chair, drew his pistol and blasted a gaping hole in the chair and the wall. 'Yes, that was very relaxing.' Just then Trowa and Wufei appeared and walked up to him, both carrying handfuls of books.
"Did you find anything?" Heero inquired.
"Yes, something very disturbing." Trowa answered.
"I thought something was REALLY wrong with Quatre when Duo said that he was praying backwards." Wufei began.
"Only then?" Heero asked sarcastically.
"SHHH! Now, where was I? I remembered the name of the book I had heard about that from and I looked in it. It said that a person praying backwards at that speed while having a seizure is possessed."
"Possessed? There's no such thing as possession."
"Yes there is, and that's what's wrong with Quatre."
"Can you prove that?"
"Yes. But not here. It's too dangerous. We have to get Quatre back to the base so that the demon can't invade someone else's body." Heero was going to protest further but he was cut off by a loud thud in Quatre's room. He and Wufei exchanged worried glances before they entered the room to find out the cause of the noise. Inside they found Duo lying on the floor, not unconscious, but moaning in pain. Blood was oozing from two holes in his neck. Trowa helped him to his feet.
"What happened to you?" Heero demanded. "Where is Quatre?"
"He – he bit me…he drank my blood…he just had fangs all of a sudden…I never even saw…" Duo whimpered. 'Fangs?' Heero wondered.
"Where is he now?" Wufei asked.
"He climbed out the window."
"WHAT?!" Heero, Trowa and Wufei cried.
"We're thirty stories up! He would've died!" Trowa pointed out.
"I don't think he did, though. I heard him howl when he reached the bottom. It – it didn't sound human this time."
"We have to find him quickly." Wufei told them.
***
Quatre stumbled dizzily along the side of the road, constantly shaking his head trying to clear his vision. He was still wearing the white hospital gown but he was now also sporting a pair of long, razor-sharp fangs, a pair of slightly long pointed ears covered with wispy yellow fur, a pair of gleaming yellow eyes that allowed him to see in the dark and a furry, yellow, crescent-shaped tail.
"I can find my way back to the base." he mumbled. "I don't need those stupid humans. Those BAKA humans." He shuddered violently. His fingernails started to ache as they began to grow long and sharp. He took no notice of the mutations in his body. His ear turned backwards as it caught a sound on the wind. 'Voices', he thought. He turned and sniffed the air.
"No…they followed me!" he growled angrily. He had picked up the scents of Heero, Duo, Trowa and Wufei. He tried to turn and run but his coordination was completely wrong. He tripped over his own foot and fell onto the grass lining the road. He heard his friends run towards him.
"Quatre, are you okay?" Trowa asked.
"Stay away from me, you idiots! I'm not your f***ing friend!"
"Quatre, you're possessed." Wufei told him. "We've got to get you back to-."
"Let me go!" Quatre screamed. "Stop it! Let me go! Just let me go!" Suddenly Quatre ceased his struggle against the grip of his friends and opened his eyes wide in fear. "No…" he whispered. "I'm not a werewolf… I'm human. I'm human! I'm HUMAN!! No! Stop! NO! I won't! NO-!" Quatre seemed to choke on his own voice. He drew in breath like a black hole. A howl erupted from his chest that was so loud his four piloting friends actually had to take their hands off of him and cover their ears. Quatre took this chance to run for freedom. Duo called after him. Quatre stopped and turned back slowly.
"Don't follow me." he told Duo mentally, reaching out with his mind to Duo's. "I'm already gone." And with that Quatre bounded away, no longer able to stand on two legs. Duo felt a stab of pain in his stomach. He fell to his knees, his eyes burning, begging for the release of the built up tears. It was right before he was going to break down and cry that he heard Quatre's voice again in his mind.
"Not me. Monster inside. Trying find Sandrock. Trying leave planet." Duo was confused at the broken language for a moment then realization hit him. It was whatever was inside Quatre that had told him not to follow, and for some reason, it was trying to leave the planet.
"Did any of you hear that?" Duo asked the others.
"Hear what? That horrifying noise?" Trowa grumbled.
"No, Quatre sent me a mental message. He said -."
"Ridiculous." Heero snorted. "There's no such thing as telepathy."
"Would you shut up a minute and LISTEN? He told me that the thing inside of him is trying to find Sandrock so it can leave the planet."
"Why would it want to leave the planet?" Trowa asked.
"I don't know, but I think we should find it before it does."
***
Quatre padded silently through the base on his way to the area the gundams were kept in. The evil creature inside of him had extracted the location of the base and gundams from his mind by force so it knew exactly where everything it needed was and it had made it to the base in good time. Quatre had been forced to watch his soft, gentle hands become rough and calloused paws and had receded into his own body, the sight all but destroying his hope of being returned to normal. Coarse, yellow fur now scantily covered his arms up to his elbows. He smiled mischievously as he approached the door of the gundam room or at least, the creature forced him to smile that way. Quatre became angry upon seeing the door and wished that he were strong enough to stop the creature from controlling his body. As he was taking a step forward, what used to be his right arm buckled and gave way just as he put all his weight onto it. The result was him falling on his face and cutting his lip. He didn't feel the pain, but the creature inside of him did and it forced his mouth to utter some extremely profane words. 'You will pay for that' it threatened him in his mind. 'I did that?' Quatre wondered. The creature forced his body to enter the gundam room and sit on his haunches. Quatre focused his attention on his right arm. The creature didn't seem to realize what he was doing. Quatre succeeded; his right arm flew up and slapped his right cheek. Normally, the slap would only have caused his head to turn, but his muscles had grown a great deal and this slap sent him flying about three feet to the left. He landed hard and heard his shoulder crunch into powder under his weight. He screamed, but it was only the creature forcing him to do so. He himself felt nothing at all. The creature swore loudly and stood. As soon as his weight was off of the shoulder it healed completely. Quatre's body began to walk again, scowling as it did so. His tail lashed angrily back and forth. Then his body stopped. It just froze right where it was. An arm tried to lift itself only to be pushed back down. The mouth tried to curse Quatre only to be clamped shut. 'Yes!' Quatre thought. 'I'm getting control!' But the creature had other plans. Quatre found himself floating off of the floor. The creature was levitating him. One thing was for sure – Quatre couldn't control the creature's powers. He was floating toward Sandrock when a voice caught the creature's attention and his body was about-faced. Quatre's heart leaped at the sight of his friends. The creature threatened them mentally.
"I'll kill him right now, if you don't back away." It growled.
"You wouldn't. Then you'd be out of a body." Duo challenged. A forced smirk appeared on Quatre's face.
"Yes, but there are four perfectly good bodies right in front of me." The creature sneered. While the beast was distracted, Quatre dug his front and back claws into the floor, anchoring him to it. The monster inside of him sensed this and cut off Quatre's breathing. Quatre gasped for air like a fish out of water, but held on tightly to the floor. His friends took advantage of this moment and secured him and took him to his room. The creature eventually had to let Quatre's body breathe because while it was inside of it, it needed air too. Duo, Trowa and Wufei chained Quatre to his own bed while Heero simply watched, still unwilling to believe that Quatre was possessed. Finally, Duo became so annoyed at this behavior that he actually yelled at Heero.
"Would you do SOMETHING?!" he screamed. Heero turned up his nose and looked away.
"Hn." he grunted.
"You don't believe he's possessed?!" Duo grabbed Heero by the ear, something that he would have normally considered suicide and that normally Heero would have considered means for destruction. Duo shoved Heero into the circle of magic powder that Wufei had sprinkled on the floor around Quatre's bed. "See for YOURSELF!!" Heero had already drawn his pistol from the mysterious void that was his Spandex Space™, but overwhelmed by curiosity, he put it away and turned to face Quatre. Quatre glared menacingly at him. Heero moved a bit closer to the bed. Quatre followed his movement carefully.
"Quatre?" he ventured. Quatre spit in his face. Heero wiped the saliva out of his eyes, his patience lasting that long only because it was Quatre.
"I know that you're not possessed. There is no such thing as demons or possession or magic of any kind." To his surprise, Quatre smiled. Not his usual warm and friendly smile, but an evil and malicious one. Heero could see saliva glistening on his fangs.
"If you really believe that…" Quatre said in his own innocent voice. Then suddenly his eyes widened freakishly and his smile vanished as they began to turn red. "Then look into my eyes." That time, Quatre's voice was not his voice at all. It was deeper than ever and echoed by hoarse whispers. Heero watched as flames erupted from Quatre's eyes and surrounded him. He felt as though he was melting from the heat of the flames and his breath came out in short gasps. There was screaming all around him, unbearable shrieking that seemed to pierce his very soul. He saw people being devoured by the fire and they cried out in agony as their flesh melted and sizzled from the intense heat. He saw the mangled bodies of the soldiers killed in the war, some which he had put there himself. Voices attacked his ear drums, shattering his mind, filling him with their hate and their sorrow – filling him with their pain. He threw his hands over his ears to shut out the sound but it did nothing. He felt himself falling, falling, spiraling downward forever and ever, deeper into the recesses of the fiery abyss that was Hell. One scream seemed to stand out among the rest. It grew louder and louder until it was all that he could hear. He didn't even realize that it was his own voice. Then just as quickly as it had all begun, it ended and he fell into Duo's arms, still screaming uncontrollably. Duo tried fruitlessly to calm him. Heero jerked free of Duo's grip and backed away from Quatre until he bumped into a wall. His heart was pounding madly in his chest and he was shaking. He didn't even bother to scold himself for being afraid. What he had just witnessed was evil, plain and simple. He ran a shaking hand through his hair. He felt something come out with it. He glanced at his hand. On it were several near- gray strands of his hair. He couldn't see it, but his hair had started to turn white as a result of the severe mental anguish he'd just been through. A normal human would have needed to use hair dye for the rest of their lives, but Heero's hair cells would regenerate and turn brown again. Quatre only sat back and chuckled lightly. Heero pointed an accusing finger at Quatre and spoke to him in low Japanese. Quatre now burst out into full laughter. He sighed happily after he was done and responded in an equally low tone of Japanese. Heero's breath caught in anger, his face flushed and he stormed out of the room. The rest of them heard multiple gunshots after he had gone. Duo turned to Trowa.
"What did they say?" he asked. Trowa looked away. Duo then turned to Wufei.
"What did they say? Tell me!" Wufei opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again. Duo began to walk toward Quatre, but Wufei grabbed the back of his shirt.
"Don't go in the circle." he warned. "It can't use its powers on you if you stay outside the circle. But it won't tell you the truth anyway, so don't bother asking it." A loud snarl sounded from Quatre.
"Stop calling me 'it'!" he yelled. "I have a name! I am a human BEING- !" Quatre's voice caught in his throat. "I have begun to identify with the human's mind…" he said to himself. Duo, Trowa and Wufei didn't hear this but they'd noticed what he'd yelled before and they began to muse over its meaning. Duo decided to try something.
"What's your name, then?"
"Qua – you fools could not possibly understand my name. It holds too much meaning to fit into your tiny minds." The creature had caught itself that time, but they all noticed that it had first started to say 'Quatre'. Duo turned slowly as if he were going to face the other wall but he spun back around suddenly and blurted,
"What color is your hair!?!"
"Blonde." the creature responded. Then realizing that it had fallen into Duo's trap, it swore under its breath. Trowa stepped forward.
"Quatre?" he called, half expecting to be hit by an energy ball. But Quatre's head swiveled around and his eyes glanced questioningly at him as if to say 'Yes, Trowa?' Then Quatre seemed to become angry and he launched into a string of words best left unsaid.
"This is not good." Wufei mumbled.
"What are you talking about?" Duo said. "Of course this is good! Quatre is getting control again!" Wufei shook his head.
"That's not what's happening. Quatre's soul is starting to blend with the evil spirit inside of him. That is irreversible."
"Good!" Quatre yelled. "Great! Better than great! Now I don't have to go looking for bodies for the rest of eternity." His tone was sour and sarcastic. He lay on the bed fuming a moment and without warning, he began to cry.
"I don't wanna be evil!" he wailed.
"Don't worry, Quatre." Duo assured him. "We'll figure out a way to get that thing out of you."
"I TOLD you to stop calling me a THING!!" Duo turned to Wufei.
"So what can we do to stop this blending and get this… 'spirit' out of Quatre?"
"We can only try to perform an exorcism, really, but whatever we do we will have to do soon. I don't think that Quatre, as good as his soul is, will be able to fight off the evil invading his body for long." Quatre began panting heavily from his place on the bed. He took one long breath and let loose another impossibly loud howl. The pilots still in the room covered their ears and Heero, who was on the other side of the base, covered his ears too, so loud was this howl. When Duo opened his eyes, which he had squeezed shut from pain, he saw that Quatre's body was changing again. His nose and mouth seemed to melt together and tufts of yellow fur that weren't very thick sprouted just below his cheeks. His top fangs now protruded from his mouth and silvery saliva dropped from them onto his chest. If one thing could be said about Quatre's transformation, it was that it wasn't happening gracefully. At that point, he resembled a large, shaven wolf. He shifted restlessly, his spine not shaped for him to lie on his back. Though Quatre didn't cry out, he was in excruciating pain. The transformations were immensely painful, but he couldn't express his discomfort because of the monster that had control of his body. He listened to the bones in his tail break as he rolled onto it and was sickened by the sound. His friends heard it, too.
"Maybe we should put him in a cage." Trowa suggested. "He doesn't seem too comfortable."
"We don't have a cage." Duo pointed out.
"Well then that's one more thing we need to get for this exorcism." Wufei told him. "Come. We must prepare for this."
Oooh, spooky! Well, at least I thought so. I have begun to suspect that Quatre's middle name is Raberba and not Roberta. Could someone maybe tell me in a review? Please? Oh well. Get set for the next one!
Chapter Four
Heero sat outside of Quatre's hospital room mentally kicking himself for not bringing his laptop. He wondered if he should try Wufei's meditation. It never seemed to calm Wufei, but at least he would be doing something. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He sat there for only a few seconds before his eye began to twitch. He hopped out of his chair, drew his pistol and blasted a gaping hole in the chair and the wall. 'Yes, that was very relaxing.' Just then Trowa and Wufei appeared and walked up to him, both carrying handfuls of books.
"Did you find anything?" Heero inquired.
"Yes, something very disturbing." Trowa answered.
"I thought something was REALLY wrong with Quatre when Duo said that he was praying backwards." Wufei began.
"Only then?" Heero asked sarcastically.
"SHHH! Now, where was I? I remembered the name of the book I had heard about that from and I looked in it. It said that a person praying backwards at that speed while having a seizure is possessed."
"Possessed? There's no such thing as possession."
"Yes there is, and that's what's wrong with Quatre."
"Can you prove that?"
"Yes. But not here. It's too dangerous. We have to get Quatre back to the base so that the demon can't invade someone else's body." Heero was going to protest further but he was cut off by a loud thud in Quatre's room. He and Wufei exchanged worried glances before they entered the room to find out the cause of the noise. Inside they found Duo lying on the floor, not unconscious, but moaning in pain. Blood was oozing from two holes in his neck. Trowa helped him to his feet.
"What happened to you?" Heero demanded. "Where is Quatre?"
"He – he bit me…he drank my blood…he just had fangs all of a sudden…I never even saw…" Duo whimpered. 'Fangs?' Heero wondered.
"Where is he now?" Wufei asked.
"He climbed out the window."
"WHAT?!" Heero, Trowa and Wufei cried.
"We're thirty stories up! He would've died!" Trowa pointed out.
"I don't think he did, though. I heard him howl when he reached the bottom. It – it didn't sound human this time."
"We have to find him quickly." Wufei told them.
***
Quatre stumbled dizzily along the side of the road, constantly shaking his head trying to clear his vision. He was still wearing the white hospital gown but he was now also sporting a pair of long, razor-sharp fangs, a pair of slightly long pointed ears covered with wispy yellow fur, a pair of gleaming yellow eyes that allowed him to see in the dark and a furry, yellow, crescent-shaped tail.
"I can find my way back to the base." he mumbled. "I don't need those stupid humans. Those BAKA humans." He shuddered violently. His fingernails started to ache as they began to grow long and sharp. He took no notice of the mutations in his body. His ear turned backwards as it caught a sound on the wind. 'Voices', he thought. He turned and sniffed the air.
"No…they followed me!" he growled angrily. He had picked up the scents of Heero, Duo, Trowa and Wufei. He tried to turn and run but his coordination was completely wrong. He tripped over his own foot and fell onto the grass lining the road. He heard his friends run towards him.
"Quatre, are you okay?" Trowa asked.
"Stay away from me, you idiots! I'm not your f***ing friend!"
"Quatre, you're possessed." Wufei told him. "We've got to get you back to-."
"Let me go!" Quatre screamed. "Stop it! Let me go! Just let me go!" Suddenly Quatre ceased his struggle against the grip of his friends and opened his eyes wide in fear. "No…" he whispered. "I'm not a werewolf… I'm human. I'm human! I'm HUMAN!! No! Stop! NO! I won't! NO-!" Quatre seemed to choke on his own voice. He drew in breath like a black hole. A howl erupted from his chest that was so loud his four piloting friends actually had to take their hands off of him and cover their ears. Quatre took this chance to run for freedom. Duo called after him. Quatre stopped and turned back slowly.
"Don't follow me." he told Duo mentally, reaching out with his mind to Duo's. "I'm already gone." And with that Quatre bounded away, no longer able to stand on two legs. Duo felt a stab of pain in his stomach. He fell to his knees, his eyes burning, begging for the release of the built up tears. It was right before he was going to break down and cry that he heard Quatre's voice again in his mind.
"Not me. Monster inside. Trying find Sandrock. Trying leave planet." Duo was confused at the broken language for a moment then realization hit him. It was whatever was inside Quatre that had told him not to follow, and for some reason, it was trying to leave the planet.
"Did any of you hear that?" Duo asked the others.
"Hear what? That horrifying noise?" Trowa grumbled.
"No, Quatre sent me a mental message. He said -."
"Ridiculous." Heero snorted. "There's no such thing as telepathy."
"Would you shut up a minute and LISTEN? He told me that the thing inside of him is trying to find Sandrock so it can leave the planet."
"Why would it want to leave the planet?" Trowa asked.
"I don't know, but I think we should find it before it does."
***
Quatre padded silently through the base on his way to the area the gundams were kept in. The evil creature inside of him had extracted the location of the base and gundams from his mind by force so it knew exactly where everything it needed was and it had made it to the base in good time. Quatre had been forced to watch his soft, gentle hands become rough and calloused paws and had receded into his own body, the sight all but destroying his hope of being returned to normal. Coarse, yellow fur now scantily covered his arms up to his elbows. He smiled mischievously as he approached the door of the gundam room or at least, the creature forced him to smile that way. Quatre became angry upon seeing the door and wished that he were strong enough to stop the creature from controlling his body. As he was taking a step forward, what used to be his right arm buckled and gave way just as he put all his weight onto it. The result was him falling on his face and cutting his lip. He didn't feel the pain, but the creature inside of him did and it forced his mouth to utter some extremely profane words. 'You will pay for that' it threatened him in his mind. 'I did that?' Quatre wondered. The creature forced his body to enter the gundam room and sit on his haunches. Quatre focused his attention on his right arm. The creature didn't seem to realize what he was doing. Quatre succeeded; his right arm flew up and slapped his right cheek. Normally, the slap would only have caused his head to turn, but his muscles had grown a great deal and this slap sent him flying about three feet to the left. He landed hard and heard his shoulder crunch into powder under his weight. He screamed, but it was only the creature forcing him to do so. He himself felt nothing at all. The creature swore loudly and stood. As soon as his weight was off of the shoulder it healed completely. Quatre's body began to walk again, scowling as it did so. His tail lashed angrily back and forth. Then his body stopped. It just froze right where it was. An arm tried to lift itself only to be pushed back down. The mouth tried to curse Quatre only to be clamped shut. 'Yes!' Quatre thought. 'I'm getting control!' But the creature had other plans. Quatre found himself floating off of the floor. The creature was levitating him. One thing was for sure – Quatre couldn't control the creature's powers. He was floating toward Sandrock when a voice caught the creature's attention and his body was about-faced. Quatre's heart leaped at the sight of his friends. The creature threatened them mentally.
"I'll kill him right now, if you don't back away." It growled.
"You wouldn't. Then you'd be out of a body." Duo challenged. A forced smirk appeared on Quatre's face.
"Yes, but there are four perfectly good bodies right in front of me." The creature sneered. While the beast was distracted, Quatre dug his front and back claws into the floor, anchoring him to it. The monster inside of him sensed this and cut off Quatre's breathing. Quatre gasped for air like a fish out of water, but held on tightly to the floor. His friends took advantage of this moment and secured him and took him to his room. The creature eventually had to let Quatre's body breathe because while it was inside of it, it needed air too. Duo, Trowa and Wufei chained Quatre to his own bed while Heero simply watched, still unwilling to believe that Quatre was possessed. Finally, Duo became so annoyed at this behavior that he actually yelled at Heero.
"Would you do SOMETHING?!" he screamed. Heero turned up his nose and looked away.
"Hn." he grunted.
"You don't believe he's possessed?!" Duo grabbed Heero by the ear, something that he would have normally considered suicide and that normally Heero would have considered means for destruction. Duo shoved Heero into the circle of magic powder that Wufei had sprinkled on the floor around Quatre's bed. "See for YOURSELF!!" Heero had already drawn his pistol from the mysterious void that was his Spandex Space™, but overwhelmed by curiosity, he put it away and turned to face Quatre. Quatre glared menacingly at him. Heero moved a bit closer to the bed. Quatre followed his movement carefully.
"Quatre?" he ventured. Quatre spit in his face. Heero wiped the saliva out of his eyes, his patience lasting that long only because it was Quatre.
"I know that you're not possessed. There is no such thing as demons or possession or magic of any kind." To his surprise, Quatre smiled. Not his usual warm and friendly smile, but an evil and malicious one. Heero could see saliva glistening on his fangs.
"If you really believe that…" Quatre said in his own innocent voice. Then suddenly his eyes widened freakishly and his smile vanished as they began to turn red. "Then look into my eyes." That time, Quatre's voice was not his voice at all. It was deeper than ever and echoed by hoarse whispers. Heero watched as flames erupted from Quatre's eyes and surrounded him. He felt as though he was melting from the heat of the flames and his breath came out in short gasps. There was screaming all around him, unbearable shrieking that seemed to pierce his very soul. He saw people being devoured by the fire and they cried out in agony as their flesh melted and sizzled from the intense heat. He saw the mangled bodies of the soldiers killed in the war, some which he had put there himself. Voices attacked his ear drums, shattering his mind, filling him with their hate and their sorrow – filling him with their pain. He threw his hands over his ears to shut out the sound but it did nothing. He felt himself falling, falling, spiraling downward forever and ever, deeper into the recesses of the fiery abyss that was Hell. One scream seemed to stand out among the rest. It grew louder and louder until it was all that he could hear. He didn't even realize that it was his own voice. Then just as quickly as it had all begun, it ended and he fell into Duo's arms, still screaming uncontrollably. Duo tried fruitlessly to calm him. Heero jerked free of Duo's grip and backed away from Quatre until he bumped into a wall. His heart was pounding madly in his chest and he was shaking. He didn't even bother to scold himself for being afraid. What he had just witnessed was evil, plain and simple. He ran a shaking hand through his hair. He felt something come out with it. He glanced at his hand. On it were several near- gray strands of his hair. He couldn't see it, but his hair had started to turn white as a result of the severe mental anguish he'd just been through. A normal human would have needed to use hair dye for the rest of their lives, but Heero's hair cells would regenerate and turn brown again. Quatre only sat back and chuckled lightly. Heero pointed an accusing finger at Quatre and spoke to him in low Japanese. Quatre now burst out into full laughter. He sighed happily after he was done and responded in an equally low tone of Japanese. Heero's breath caught in anger, his face flushed and he stormed out of the room. The rest of them heard multiple gunshots after he had gone. Duo turned to Trowa.
"What did they say?" he asked. Trowa looked away. Duo then turned to Wufei.
"What did they say? Tell me!" Wufei opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again. Duo began to walk toward Quatre, but Wufei grabbed the back of his shirt.
"Don't go in the circle." he warned. "It can't use its powers on you if you stay outside the circle. But it won't tell you the truth anyway, so don't bother asking it." A loud snarl sounded from Quatre.
"Stop calling me 'it'!" he yelled. "I have a name! I am a human BEING- !" Quatre's voice caught in his throat. "I have begun to identify with the human's mind…" he said to himself. Duo, Trowa and Wufei didn't hear this but they'd noticed what he'd yelled before and they began to muse over its meaning. Duo decided to try something.
"What's your name, then?"
"Qua – you fools could not possibly understand my name. It holds too much meaning to fit into your tiny minds." The creature had caught itself that time, but they all noticed that it had first started to say 'Quatre'. Duo turned slowly as if he were going to face the other wall but he spun back around suddenly and blurted,
"What color is your hair!?!"
"Blonde." the creature responded. Then realizing that it had fallen into Duo's trap, it swore under its breath. Trowa stepped forward.
"Quatre?" he called, half expecting to be hit by an energy ball. But Quatre's head swiveled around and his eyes glanced questioningly at him as if to say 'Yes, Trowa?' Then Quatre seemed to become angry and he launched into a string of words best left unsaid.
"This is not good." Wufei mumbled.
"What are you talking about?" Duo said. "Of course this is good! Quatre is getting control again!" Wufei shook his head.
"That's not what's happening. Quatre's soul is starting to blend with the evil spirit inside of him. That is irreversible."
"Good!" Quatre yelled. "Great! Better than great! Now I don't have to go looking for bodies for the rest of eternity." His tone was sour and sarcastic. He lay on the bed fuming a moment and without warning, he began to cry.
"I don't wanna be evil!" he wailed.
"Don't worry, Quatre." Duo assured him. "We'll figure out a way to get that thing out of you."
"I TOLD you to stop calling me a THING!!" Duo turned to Wufei.
"So what can we do to stop this blending and get this… 'spirit' out of Quatre?"
"We can only try to perform an exorcism, really, but whatever we do we will have to do soon. I don't think that Quatre, as good as his soul is, will be able to fight off the evil invading his body for long." Quatre began panting heavily from his place on the bed. He took one long breath and let loose another impossibly loud howl. The pilots still in the room covered their ears and Heero, who was on the other side of the base, covered his ears too, so loud was this howl. When Duo opened his eyes, which he had squeezed shut from pain, he saw that Quatre's body was changing again. His nose and mouth seemed to melt together and tufts of yellow fur that weren't very thick sprouted just below his cheeks. His top fangs now protruded from his mouth and silvery saliva dropped from them onto his chest. If one thing could be said about Quatre's transformation, it was that it wasn't happening gracefully. At that point, he resembled a large, shaven wolf. He shifted restlessly, his spine not shaped for him to lie on his back. Though Quatre didn't cry out, he was in excruciating pain. The transformations were immensely painful, but he couldn't express his discomfort because of the monster that had control of his body. He listened to the bones in his tail break as he rolled onto it and was sickened by the sound. His friends heard it, too.
"Maybe we should put him in a cage." Trowa suggested. "He doesn't seem too comfortable."
"We don't have a cage." Duo pointed out.
"Well then that's one more thing we need to get for this exorcism." Wufei told him. "Come. We must prepare for this."
Oooh, spooky! Well, at least I thought so. I have begun to suspect that Quatre's middle name is Raberba and not Roberta. Could someone maybe tell me in a review? Please? Oh well. Get set for the next one!