The Secret of Quatre Winner
Chapter 3
Heero looked at Trowa, before shuddering. "I have a small secret that I guess will have to be exposed, but first, I have a plan, okay?", Heero remarked, "You should be strong enough to hold him in place, but, be careful because Quatre's still there somewhere.", Heero explained, "I have to go get supplies, and find Wufie and Duo okay?",
"Right.", Trowa said, not arguing.
He turned just in time to see what Quatre had become tear the head off of his former enemy. He stood about ten feet high, and had large, arms, and hands with three clawed fingers. His head looked like that of the Egyptian God Anubis, which would explain why Heero had said that. a mop of blonde hair still sat on top of his head, however. What had been Quatre roared in rage revealing the row of razor sharp teeth as big as small daggers. Trowa charged after his former friend, going part tiger to catch him full force. He was flung backwards by what felt like an iron beam, only it was Quatre's hand. Trowa used the wall he hit to fling himself at Quatre again, quickly landing on the arm that had so easily hit him. Only there was an audible crunch as the arm was broken, but that didn't stop Trowa from digging his claws into Quatre's back, and hanging on for dear life. He was soon flung back towards the brick fence again, only to be caught, and pressed against it by a massive hand. "Arrrrrrrrggggg!!!!!!!!", Trowa cried out as it clamped onto him.
A foaming, growling mouth was inches from his face, small, warm, puffs of breath hit Trowa's face. "Qua- tre! It's me, it's Trowa, don't let this thing control you.", Trowa begged, "You remember me, it's Trowa! You don't want to hurt me, Quatre! You helped save me from making this same mistake just like you're about to make!",
Trowa gasped as the grip loosened, and Quatre looked at him with those black eyes, "Tro- wa, I- I can't.... Fight it.... It's stronger than I am right now.... Run.", Quatre said in a deep rumbling voice, letting Trowa drop to the ground.
"Quatre.", Trowa muttered, looking up, just as Quatre clutched his head, and roared with pain before whatever it was took control once again.
Trowa got ready to dodge a new attack when something hit Quatre in the shoulder. Another few shots were fired, a two more darts struck their target. The demon roared softly, before swaying, and falling down from the tranquilizers.
"You were great Trowa.", Heero nodded approval, jogging up, "Though, I would have liked it better if he'd remained unharmed, but you survived.",
End Chapter