Disclaimer: I don't own anything of remote value, like gundam wing or its
characters for example. I'd be lucky if I did, but I don't. So don't sue me
A/N: So sorry for my long absence, but I am back! There was a rather long period of self-doubt and scrutiny, and even the whole 'I'm never writing anything again' phase, but that has past. Thanks again to all reviewers, I appreciate everything. Quintia, I love you!
Love will not Die
Part 14
By, Silver Fox
In the cold harsh reality of the night, Dorothy dreamed a revitalizing dream. It may have been fake, but even the false reality brought light to her darkened senses. Her mind wandered about itself to make her truest desire seem all too real. Her dream was of Quatre. She was getting married to him. The angel rays of the sun beamed down upon the couple, and it seemed nothing bad could ever touch them. Finally, it was the best part.
"I do," she said lovingly, seeing only the wonderful him.
"I do," he repeated. His arm was securely around her waist.
"I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride."
The devoted themselves entirely to each other in the breath taking kiss. All their friends gave the customary canned 'Awww.' Everything was perfect, too perfect. Things progressed until it was time for Dorothy to throw the bouquet.
"Are you ready, girls?"
They all shouted eagerly, all ready to fight tooth and nail for the flying flowers. Dorothy counted to three and tossed the bouquet over her silky veiled head. But suddenly, everything went quiet. She turned around and saw that the crowd of her single friends had vanished, and there were only two people standing there. What was worse was the fact that one had a machete in her hand.
"Surrender Dorothy."
"Mira? Sera? What are doing at my wedding?!"
Mira, who had the bulging knife, used it to slice the bouquet in half. Dorothy felt a strange pain in her chest as her beautiful flowers were severed. Then, Mira handed over half of the ruined white roses over to Sera. The roses were now brown and withered, and Dorothy's own hands looked quite wrinkly.
Sera was holding a baby in the crook of one arm, and the flowers in the other. "YOUR wedding? I think not, Dorothy. It is not possible for you to bind yourself to Quatre in any way, shape or form. This is our wedding to him."
Dorothy felt strange, like she was growing old. "What are you talking about?"
It was Mira turn to put in her two cents. "You see this bouquet you just gave us? You threw away your chances with him when you tossed this carelessly, not having any idea where it would fall, or who could steal it from you."
"But, how-,"
"Don't interrupt us now. We hold his past, present and future in our hands, or our arms. Come Quatre, you must now marry us."
A very strange looking Quatre seemed to appear out of nowhere. His face was gaunt and greenish. He very much resembled a zombie. Dorothy tried to grab his arm. "Quatre! Quatre don't go to them. You love me, you just married me!"
He removed her hand with disgust. "Look at you, you have made yourself ugly and old with your ways. I am bound to my child and my good girlfriend, not the one that threw me away. Be gone."
She cringed as she collapsed to her knees. He was walking over to the both of them. He was walking through a field of white roses, like her bouquet, that died the minute he stepped on them. He finally reached them.
"Quatre!" she called. He didn't seem to hear her. He kissed the baby on the forehead and kissed Sera on the cheek. Then, the most painful event was witnessed. He took Mira up in his arms and kissed her with the greatest of passion. Dorothy screamed and watched her hand turn to dust in front of her.
"I will diminish."
"And now for sports.."
She snapped her eyes open. She was lying on the couch, and the television was playing. "It was a dream, all a dream," she told herself. A cold sweat was glazed across her forehead and her head ached terribly. She brought her hand up to her head, but accidentally smacked herself in the forehead with something that she was holding.
"OW! What the," she rubbed her head with her free hand and looked down on what she was holding with the other. "No, it can't be. This isn't mine."
The gun in her hand looked very much like her own. But it couldn't have been. Trevor had stolen it from her. Trevor...
"Trevor! Trevor! Where did this come from? Trevor, are you there? Hello?" She forced herself up, still holding the gun, and walked around to look. He was nowhere in sight. "Where could he be?" She looked down at the weapon. Looking at it, she now realized that it was hers, undoubtedly. But why did she have it again?
"Ok, think fast Dorothy. C'mon, you can do this. I'll put it in the closet. That way it'll look like I never found it." She sidestepped to the closet door and twisted the knob. Of course it was stuck, like always. "Wonderful, just wonderful." She gave it a kick and it did turn. She used her remaining strength to pull the door open. She sighed as she found something.
"Trevor, what are you doing? Are you trying to scare me again because it didn't work." Now that she got a closer look, she feared the worst. "Trevor? Can you hear me?" She turned around the still man and screeched as soon as she saw the front of him. She jumped out of the way as he fell to the ground. He had a bullet hole in his head. There was blood all over the closet. She was standing there in shock. "Oh God, what's going on?"
Sooner than she expected, the front door burst open. It was Felinia, and she had a cop with her, a dimwitted one obviously, but still an officer. "Dorothy, I heard a scream, and I thought I should check on.-," She never finished her sentence. She quivered in fear as she saw Dorothy standing over the dead Trevor, holding a gun. The cop, who was obviously one of her "clients," pulled our his gun and leveled it at Dorothy.
"Aw geez, why did it have to be on my watch? Alright, drop the weapon. Put the gun down."
Dorothy, in a wave of shock, just stood there. Her senses seemed decayed, for she couldn't take in everything.
"Hey, I said drop the weapon! Didn't you hear me?"
Finally, she let the gun fall, and instinctively raised her hands. The officer cautiously approached her and put handcuffs on her. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney," and he droned on with the Miranda rights. She just stood there, thinking.
'Did I kill him?' she thought. 'I couldn't have killed him, could I? I'm ruined now. I'll be convicted of murder whether I'm guilty or not. My downfall has begun. Alone I shall diminish."
A/N: Ok, citing sources time! If anybody remembers, the line "Surrender Dorothy" is what the wicked witch of the west wrote across the sky in the movie "The Wizard of Oz". Of course, I don't own that movie. When I mentioned angel rays that comes from the movie "Evelyn", and I don't own that either. And the "I will diminish" comes from the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (see the movie, it's great!) This chapter was shorter, and I apologize for that if it was too short. I give my word to make things much less complicated after this point. Till the next chapter!
A/N: So sorry for my long absence, but I am back! There was a rather long period of self-doubt and scrutiny, and even the whole 'I'm never writing anything again' phase, but that has past. Thanks again to all reviewers, I appreciate everything. Quintia, I love you!
Love will not Die
Part 14
By, Silver Fox
In the cold harsh reality of the night, Dorothy dreamed a revitalizing dream. It may have been fake, but even the false reality brought light to her darkened senses. Her mind wandered about itself to make her truest desire seem all too real. Her dream was of Quatre. She was getting married to him. The angel rays of the sun beamed down upon the couple, and it seemed nothing bad could ever touch them. Finally, it was the best part.
"I do," she said lovingly, seeing only the wonderful him.
"I do," he repeated. His arm was securely around her waist.
"I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride."
The devoted themselves entirely to each other in the breath taking kiss. All their friends gave the customary canned 'Awww.' Everything was perfect, too perfect. Things progressed until it was time for Dorothy to throw the bouquet.
"Are you ready, girls?"
They all shouted eagerly, all ready to fight tooth and nail for the flying flowers. Dorothy counted to three and tossed the bouquet over her silky veiled head. But suddenly, everything went quiet. She turned around and saw that the crowd of her single friends had vanished, and there were only two people standing there. What was worse was the fact that one had a machete in her hand.
"Surrender Dorothy."
"Mira? Sera? What are doing at my wedding?!"
Mira, who had the bulging knife, used it to slice the bouquet in half. Dorothy felt a strange pain in her chest as her beautiful flowers were severed. Then, Mira handed over half of the ruined white roses over to Sera. The roses were now brown and withered, and Dorothy's own hands looked quite wrinkly.
Sera was holding a baby in the crook of one arm, and the flowers in the other. "YOUR wedding? I think not, Dorothy. It is not possible for you to bind yourself to Quatre in any way, shape or form. This is our wedding to him."
Dorothy felt strange, like she was growing old. "What are you talking about?"
It was Mira turn to put in her two cents. "You see this bouquet you just gave us? You threw away your chances with him when you tossed this carelessly, not having any idea where it would fall, or who could steal it from you."
"But, how-,"
"Don't interrupt us now. We hold his past, present and future in our hands, or our arms. Come Quatre, you must now marry us."
A very strange looking Quatre seemed to appear out of nowhere. His face was gaunt and greenish. He very much resembled a zombie. Dorothy tried to grab his arm. "Quatre! Quatre don't go to them. You love me, you just married me!"
He removed her hand with disgust. "Look at you, you have made yourself ugly and old with your ways. I am bound to my child and my good girlfriend, not the one that threw me away. Be gone."
She cringed as she collapsed to her knees. He was walking over to the both of them. He was walking through a field of white roses, like her bouquet, that died the minute he stepped on them. He finally reached them.
"Quatre!" she called. He didn't seem to hear her. He kissed the baby on the forehead and kissed Sera on the cheek. Then, the most painful event was witnessed. He took Mira up in his arms and kissed her with the greatest of passion. Dorothy screamed and watched her hand turn to dust in front of her.
"I will diminish."
"And now for sports.."
She snapped her eyes open. She was lying on the couch, and the television was playing. "It was a dream, all a dream," she told herself. A cold sweat was glazed across her forehead and her head ached terribly. She brought her hand up to her head, but accidentally smacked herself in the forehead with something that she was holding.
"OW! What the," she rubbed her head with her free hand and looked down on what she was holding with the other. "No, it can't be. This isn't mine."
The gun in her hand looked very much like her own. But it couldn't have been. Trevor had stolen it from her. Trevor...
"Trevor! Trevor! Where did this come from? Trevor, are you there? Hello?" She forced herself up, still holding the gun, and walked around to look. He was nowhere in sight. "Where could he be?" She looked down at the weapon. Looking at it, she now realized that it was hers, undoubtedly. But why did she have it again?
"Ok, think fast Dorothy. C'mon, you can do this. I'll put it in the closet. That way it'll look like I never found it." She sidestepped to the closet door and twisted the knob. Of course it was stuck, like always. "Wonderful, just wonderful." She gave it a kick and it did turn. She used her remaining strength to pull the door open. She sighed as she found something.
"Trevor, what are you doing? Are you trying to scare me again because it didn't work." Now that she got a closer look, she feared the worst. "Trevor? Can you hear me?" She turned around the still man and screeched as soon as she saw the front of him. She jumped out of the way as he fell to the ground. He had a bullet hole in his head. There was blood all over the closet. She was standing there in shock. "Oh God, what's going on?"
Sooner than she expected, the front door burst open. It was Felinia, and she had a cop with her, a dimwitted one obviously, but still an officer. "Dorothy, I heard a scream, and I thought I should check on.-," She never finished her sentence. She quivered in fear as she saw Dorothy standing over the dead Trevor, holding a gun. The cop, who was obviously one of her "clients," pulled our his gun and leveled it at Dorothy.
"Aw geez, why did it have to be on my watch? Alright, drop the weapon. Put the gun down."
Dorothy, in a wave of shock, just stood there. Her senses seemed decayed, for she couldn't take in everything.
"Hey, I said drop the weapon! Didn't you hear me?"
Finally, she let the gun fall, and instinctively raised her hands. The officer cautiously approached her and put handcuffs on her. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney," and he droned on with the Miranda rights. She just stood there, thinking.
'Did I kill him?' she thought. 'I couldn't have killed him, could I? I'm ruined now. I'll be convicted of murder whether I'm guilty or not. My downfall has begun. Alone I shall diminish."
A/N: Ok, citing sources time! If anybody remembers, the line "Surrender Dorothy" is what the wicked witch of the west wrote across the sky in the movie "The Wizard of Oz". Of course, I don't own that movie. When I mentioned angel rays that comes from the movie "Evelyn", and I don't own that either. And the "I will diminish" comes from the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (see the movie, it's great!) This chapter was shorter, and I apologize for that if it was too short. I give my word to make things much less complicated after this point. Till the next chapter!