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5. Blondes have more blood
Quatre stood warily and started to walk forward. He wrung his hands nervously, jumping at every creak and crack he heard.
"T-Trowa…" he called weakly. "Heero? Anybody?" Quatre didn't plan a course, he simply let his feet carry him forward and he soon found himself at the bottom of a flight of stairs. He hesitated but hearing something behind him, he dashed up the stairs two at a time. After regaining control of himself, he stopped to take in his surroundings. He was in a corridor lined with torches that seemed to be endless. He knew this place…it was a hallway in his mansion – but not the mansion they were in. In between each torch was a door leading to a guest room and there was a richly colored scarlet rug running down the middle of the hallway. One really wouldn't have been able to tell that this hallway was in a very high quality home from its simple design. The walls were constructed of unpolished wood as were the ceiling and floor. Quatre stepped cautiously into the hall and walked to the first door on the left. He tried the door knob and found that it was open. Without thinking, Quatre walked into the room – and found himself back in the hallway, but now on the right side.
"What - ? How - ?" Quatre stuttered. He spun back around to look through the door but it slammed shut in his face, nearly breaking his nose. Quatre stumbled backwards, staring at the door. He jumped wildly as another door opened behind him. It wasn't the same one he'd gone through, it was the next one down. Quatre shook his head at the inviting door and turned to go back down the stairs. He almost broke his nose again but halted before he made contact with the newly formed wall that had appeared. He back-tracked so far that he actually became parallel to the open door. He stole a glance inside and saw that there was an actual bedroom through the passage. Taking one last look at the wall where the stairs had been, Quatre entered the room. He looked at the right half of the room first. The far wall was not a wall at all but a mirror instead. It reflected a hallway exactly like the one he'd just come from. Stepping further into the room, Quatre looked in the other direction. Sure enough, he saw the hallway that he'd just come from and when he turned back to the mirror, there wasn't a mirror anymore, just endless hallway.
"What is happening here?!" Quatre demanded of the open space. He was answered with a resounding giggle. Yet another door opened. Trowa stepped through it. Quatre was overjoyed at the sight. He ran to his protector smiling broadly and gave him a slight hug.
"I'm so happy to see you Trowa! I thought I would never find anybody!" Quatre cried ecstatically.
"Yes, you found me…" Trowa said, his tone low and unfriendly. Quatre watched as he drew a pistol from his pocket. "But no one will ever find you." Quatre pushed away from Trowa and back into someone's arms as another door swung open. He yanked away and pivoted to see who he'd run into. It was Heero. If possible, he looked even colder than usual.
"Heero, there's something wrong with Trowa!" Quatre told him. Heero raised the barrel of his gun and aimed it straight at Quatre's head.
"No, there's something wrong with you. You're too weak, Quatre. We should've gotten rid of you long ago." Quatre sensed movement behind him. He ducked as Trowa attempted to grab him by the throat. Knowing there was a dead end in the direction of the stairs Quatre took off down the corridor to the door at the end of it. He had almost reached it when a final door burst open, hampering his path. Wufei walked calmly into the hallway, gun raised and a small smirk on his face.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time." he sneered. Quatre turned the other way but Trowa and Heero were blocking his path. Whipping his head back and forth, he came to a realization – he was trapped. He felt around his pockets and belt for his own gun but it wasn't there. His friends moved in on him slowly, like a pack of hungry wolves whose hunt had come to an end. Quatre began to race back and forth to both sides of the hall frantically, trying to open each and every door he came to but they were all locked. Panic pounded furiously in his chest making sweat pour down his skin like buckets of water. Tears of icy fear were streaming down his cheeks as he tried to open another door. This one popped open and he fell forward into another pair of arms. He glanced up and screamed –
*Okay! That's that chapter. It's pretty short, but these next ones probably all will be. If the length really bothers you, tell me and I'll put more in it and repost it. Also, I used two songs that I didn't disclaim, so I'll disclaim them now. I don't own Papa Roach's "Last Resort" nor do I own "Get Down Tonight" or whatever it's called, but I don't know who owns that. Thanks!