Hello! This chapter has a little shounen ai. Hope you don't mind! Anyway, you may hate me for the last chapter but oh well! *dodges random objects thrown by readers* Okay, okay! Here it is, sheesh!
Disclaimers:: I don't own Gundam Wing so phooey!
Darkness Rising Chapter 4
Trowa answered the door groggily. 'Who would be coming here at this hour? Hell, who would be going anywhere at this hour?' He quickly pushed the limp bangs out of his face as he opened the door to Quatre.
"Oh hi Q-chan. What brings you here, now?" Quatre pointed at the limp form thrown over his shoulder. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"Help... Please... Trowa... Please..." He murmured breathlessly. Trowa lifted his burden and raised his visible eyebrow slightly when the head lolled back to reveal an unconscious Heero Yuy. His eyes were screwed shut in pain and there was a small trail of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Trowa carefully led both boys through the door and into his living room. Quatre sat down in a large Lazy Boy recliner as Trowa gently lay the Japanese boy on the couch. He then gave Quatre a glass of water, sat down in a chair across from him and waited. After about thirty minutes of sitting in silence, Quatre looked up at his host. His eyes were red and puffy from crying.
"What happened Quatre?" Trowa asked quietly reach out a hand to rub Quatre's shoulder gently.
"I don't know! Dorothy's dead. Heero's dog is dead. He might be dead," he bobbed his head in the direction of the couch. "I could have been killed! I don't know what to do Trowa. I just don't know what to do!" Quatre couldn't continue through his sobs. He shrugged off Trowa's hand and covered his face with his hands. Trowa gently embraced Quatre and began rubbing circles on his back in an attempt to calm him down. Quatre looked up and smiled a sad smile and leaned into the embrace. They both sighed just before the night was shattered with a piercing scream.
Heero struggled to keep from screaming out in pain again by covering his mouth with both hands. Who had attacked him? He couldn't see anyone else, but he could sense it. Suddenly a searing pain ripped through his legs and he collapsed to his knees. He couldn't keep the agonized moan from escaping his lips as he felt his shoulder crack as it connected with the stone floor. An evil laugh erupted from the darkest corner of his prison as those dreadful eyes appeared and gleamed with fiery fury.
'Will you come willingly now that you've seen just how terrible reality can be?' the voice taunted.
'Wha... What do you want from me?' Heero rose to his hands and knees.
'I thought you, of all people, would have been able to figure that out by now.'
'Who the Hell are you?'
'Well, I guess you may see me now.' The burning coals moved further into the moonlit center of the room. It looked like a giant Komodo dragon with thick silver armor covering its muscular body. A large war crest donned its head with the markings of some unknown Lord long forgotten. The thing grinned at him, exposing razor like teeth. What ever it was, it was bred for the kill. If this creature was the one haunting him at all hours, and he had no doubt that it was, he was in deep trouble.
'I am Korian, messenger of the Shadow Realm. You would be advised to come with me willingly.'
'And if I refuse?'
'Then I will just have to, how shall I put this, make it more desirable...'
Quatre and Trowa shook Heero violently trying to wake him from whatever nightmare he was having. He was cold and clammy, as well as rapidly losing the color in his cheeks. Trowa checked his pulse and growled in frustration.
"He's slipping! Quatre, call Sally NOW!" Quatre nodded and ran to the phone while Trowa attempted to revive their comrade. Heero shudder violently with every breath but Trowa was determined not to lose him. He grabbed for the glass he had given Quatre. 'Water? No good.' He jumped up and sprinted to his cabinet and retrieved a bottle of cooking wine and ran back to the couch. He roughly rubbed the fluid over Heero's wrists and gums remembering everything he learned on the battlefield about the helpfulness of alcohol in medicine. He was rewarded with a little color returning to his friend.
"Sally's on her way, Wufei is coming too!"
"Good. Help me get him to my room. He should be on some thing a little more flat than my couch."
"Right."
Together they moved Heero up the stairs and into Trowa's room, where they waited anxiously for Sally's arrival. She had to get there soon, but would it be soon enough?
TBC
AN:: *GASP* What will happen to Heero? And what does this Korian guy have in store for him? All will hopefully be revealed in the next chapter of DARKNESS RISING! Sorry had a DBZ moment there. Now review or I be angry. You don't want me mad now do you?
Disclaimers:: I don't own Gundam Wing so phooey!
Darkness Rising Chapter 4
Trowa answered the door groggily. 'Who would be coming here at this hour? Hell, who would be going anywhere at this hour?' He quickly pushed the limp bangs out of his face as he opened the door to Quatre.
"Oh hi Q-chan. What brings you here, now?" Quatre pointed at the limp form thrown over his shoulder. Tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"Help... Please... Trowa... Please..." He murmured breathlessly. Trowa lifted his burden and raised his visible eyebrow slightly when the head lolled back to reveal an unconscious Heero Yuy. His eyes were screwed shut in pain and there was a small trail of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Trowa carefully led both boys through the door and into his living room. Quatre sat down in a large Lazy Boy recliner as Trowa gently lay the Japanese boy on the couch. He then gave Quatre a glass of water, sat down in a chair across from him and waited. After about thirty minutes of sitting in silence, Quatre looked up at his host. His eyes were red and puffy from crying.
"What happened Quatre?" Trowa asked quietly reach out a hand to rub Quatre's shoulder gently.
"I don't know! Dorothy's dead. Heero's dog is dead. He might be dead," he bobbed his head in the direction of the couch. "I could have been killed! I don't know what to do Trowa. I just don't know what to do!" Quatre couldn't continue through his sobs. He shrugged off Trowa's hand and covered his face with his hands. Trowa gently embraced Quatre and began rubbing circles on his back in an attempt to calm him down. Quatre looked up and smiled a sad smile and leaned into the embrace. They both sighed just before the night was shattered with a piercing scream.
Heero struggled to keep from screaming out in pain again by covering his mouth with both hands. Who had attacked him? He couldn't see anyone else, but he could sense it. Suddenly a searing pain ripped through his legs and he collapsed to his knees. He couldn't keep the agonized moan from escaping his lips as he felt his shoulder crack as it connected with the stone floor. An evil laugh erupted from the darkest corner of his prison as those dreadful eyes appeared and gleamed with fiery fury.
'Will you come willingly now that you've seen just how terrible reality can be?' the voice taunted.
'Wha... What do you want from me?' Heero rose to his hands and knees.
'I thought you, of all people, would have been able to figure that out by now.'
'Who the Hell are you?'
'Well, I guess you may see me now.' The burning coals moved further into the moonlit center of the room. It looked like a giant Komodo dragon with thick silver armor covering its muscular body. A large war crest donned its head with the markings of some unknown Lord long forgotten. The thing grinned at him, exposing razor like teeth. What ever it was, it was bred for the kill. If this creature was the one haunting him at all hours, and he had no doubt that it was, he was in deep trouble.
'I am Korian, messenger of the Shadow Realm. You would be advised to come with me willingly.'
'And if I refuse?'
'Then I will just have to, how shall I put this, make it more desirable...'
Quatre and Trowa shook Heero violently trying to wake him from whatever nightmare he was having. He was cold and clammy, as well as rapidly losing the color in his cheeks. Trowa checked his pulse and growled in frustration.
"He's slipping! Quatre, call Sally NOW!" Quatre nodded and ran to the phone while Trowa attempted to revive their comrade. Heero shudder violently with every breath but Trowa was determined not to lose him. He grabbed for the glass he had given Quatre. 'Water? No good.' He jumped up and sprinted to his cabinet and retrieved a bottle of cooking wine and ran back to the couch. He roughly rubbed the fluid over Heero's wrists and gums remembering everything he learned on the battlefield about the helpfulness of alcohol in medicine. He was rewarded with a little color returning to his friend.
"Sally's on her way, Wufei is coming too!"
"Good. Help me get him to my room. He should be on some thing a little more flat than my couch."
"Right."
Together they moved Heero up the stairs and into Trowa's room, where they waited anxiously for Sally's arrival. She had to get there soon, but would it be soon enough?
TBC
AN:: *GASP* What will happen to Heero? And what does this Korian guy have in store for him? All will hopefully be revealed in the next chapter of DARKNESS RISING! Sorry had a DBZ moment there. Now review or I be angry. You don't want me mad now do you?