Once Upon The Night Of Death
By: Moonlit Love
Disclaimer: I don't own G/W, but I do own this story line.
Chapter Two: Once And Again Upon The Time Of Death's Vengeance
Everyone was thinking about the meaning behind the message. Who was it for?
Why was Death back? Who was the chosen one? No one knew the answers to the
questions which haunted peoples minds left and right. There was fear hanging heavily in
the air.
The whole room was thick with what seemed like electricity. The tingling
sensations rippled off of everyone. But no one knew how to speak or even to express
what they felt for fear Death would know and torment them even more than he already
had. Death had promised to take more lives, Death had promised to be back and it had
tricks up its sleeve with which it was sure to torture them.
"How can we prepare to take the next attack?" Relena asked, having the strength
to ask the question which was the heaviest to her.
No one answered her, but Heero, Trowa, or Duo didn't even look at her. They
didn't know what to do, they were just as much in the dark as everyone else. "We wait
until we can know what Death can do," Heero finally said, breaking the monotonous ring
from their ears.
The room was once again bathed in the uncomfortable silence which only meant
they all knew their fate. The morning sun quickly turned into a scorching afternoon sun
and then set in the west. A glowing, crescent of a moon rose and the room went dark. No
one noticed this change as their minds were all sitting in the ever-spinning mode of being
confused about everything which would soon happen.
"Is it cold in here, or is it just me?" Catherine wondered as a cold chill ran up and
down her spine.
"Now that you mention it..." Relena began before the windows were being loudly
tapped by tree branches outside.
"Everyone, get in the safety room!" Heero called as he immediately recognized
what was happening.
The windows had recently been replaced, but they soon proved to be a worthless
investment as they all blew inward. The doors all were blown off their hinges, coming
sweepingly at the heads of random victims. Everyone hurried after Duo as he led the
way. They were all inside when Trowa, Duo, and Heero pushed the door closed and
turned on the bright overhead light.
"Are we safe, for now?" Catherine wondered in a small voice.
"Let us hope so," Trowa told her as he cast a loving glance at her.
Trowa went to sit by Catherine. He wrapped his arms around her and they sat
quietly next to each other, Catherine shivering ever so slightly. "I don't want to die,"
Catherine whispered.
"You won't have to. We will survive this attack," Trowa promised. Catherine
nodded meekly into his chest in reply.
Duo went by himself to sit in the corner, Hilde thick on his mind. This storm
reminded him of her more than anything else had seemed to do in the past few days. He
didn't pay attention to the others as he closed his eyes to think.
Heero went over to Relena's side and held her hand. Relena's grip on his hand
was strong and fierce. "Who is the chosen one if it isn't Hilde?" Relena whispered.
"I don't know."
The room was eerily quiet until the light fixture over head began to buzz. Then,
in the middle of the room, a black mist began to rise. Everyone stared at it with wide
open eyes. "Hello, dearies," Death whispered in a voice which sounded ever hoarse.
"What do you want?" Heero asked as he stood up, gently pushing Relena to the
floor.
"Death," it whispered as its voice created a sound like nails on a chalkboard.
"Why?"
"What can I say besides, I get what I want and I want all of you dead?"
Heero stared at Death, his eyes turning to ice. "I won't let you do that?"
"We all must do things we don't want to do," Death taunted.
"That is where you are wrong. I've done things I never wanted, now it is your
turn to fail," Heero stated as his eyes bore into the dark recesses of which might be called
eyes.
"Brave soul. Too bad you will lose it, preferably sometime soon."
"Not without a fight."
"I like fights," Death said, his voice lighting up some to the thought.
"I leave now, but remember it is the time of my vengeance and I will be back once
again."
Strong winds began to blow from every place in the room. Couples huddled
together while Duo shielded himself with his hand. The light above shattered and fell to
the ground like a waterfall. The room was bathed in complete blackness, and then Death
was gone.
"Is it over?" Relena asked meekly.
"For now," Heero replied.
"Not yet," Trowa informed them as he felt Catherine shake beneath his grip.
"What do you mean?" Heero asked.
"Catherine's next."
TBC...
No one seems to be reading this, so I will just finish it for my benefit before
moving on to the next chapter. If you are reading this story, please leave a review so I try
to get it out sooner.
Moonlit
By: Moonlit Love
Disclaimer: I don't own G/W, but I do own this story line.
Chapter Two: Once And Again Upon The Time Of Death's Vengeance
Everyone was thinking about the meaning behind the message. Who was it for?
Why was Death back? Who was the chosen one? No one knew the answers to the
questions which haunted peoples minds left and right. There was fear hanging heavily in
the air.
The whole room was thick with what seemed like electricity. The tingling
sensations rippled off of everyone. But no one knew how to speak or even to express
what they felt for fear Death would know and torment them even more than he already
had. Death had promised to take more lives, Death had promised to be back and it had
tricks up its sleeve with which it was sure to torture them.
"How can we prepare to take the next attack?" Relena asked, having the strength
to ask the question which was the heaviest to her.
No one answered her, but Heero, Trowa, or Duo didn't even look at her. They
didn't know what to do, they were just as much in the dark as everyone else. "We wait
until we can know what Death can do," Heero finally said, breaking the monotonous ring
from their ears.
The room was once again bathed in the uncomfortable silence which only meant
they all knew their fate. The morning sun quickly turned into a scorching afternoon sun
and then set in the west. A glowing, crescent of a moon rose and the room went dark. No
one noticed this change as their minds were all sitting in the ever-spinning mode of being
confused about everything which would soon happen.
"Is it cold in here, or is it just me?" Catherine wondered as a cold chill ran up and
down her spine.
"Now that you mention it..." Relena began before the windows were being loudly
tapped by tree branches outside.
"Everyone, get in the safety room!" Heero called as he immediately recognized
what was happening.
The windows had recently been replaced, but they soon proved to be a worthless
investment as they all blew inward. The doors all were blown off their hinges, coming
sweepingly at the heads of random victims. Everyone hurried after Duo as he led the
way. They were all inside when Trowa, Duo, and Heero pushed the door closed and
turned on the bright overhead light.
"Are we safe, for now?" Catherine wondered in a small voice.
"Let us hope so," Trowa told her as he cast a loving glance at her.
Trowa went to sit by Catherine. He wrapped his arms around her and they sat
quietly next to each other, Catherine shivering ever so slightly. "I don't want to die,"
Catherine whispered.
"You won't have to. We will survive this attack," Trowa promised. Catherine
nodded meekly into his chest in reply.
Duo went by himself to sit in the corner, Hilde thick on his mind. This storm
reminded him of her more than anything else had seemed to do in the past few days. He
didn't pay attention to the others as he closed his eyes to think.
Heero went over to Relena's side and held her hand. Relena's grip on his hand
was strong and fierce. "Who is the chosen one if it isn't Hilde?" Relena whispered.
"I don't know."
The room was eerily quiet until the light fixture over head began to buzz. Then,
in the middle of the room, a black mist began to rise. Everyone stared at it with wide
open eyes. "Hello, dearies," Death whispered in a voice which sounded ever hoarse.
"What do you want?" Heero asked as he stood up, gently pushing Relena to the
floor.
"Death," it whispered as its voice created a sound like nails on a chalkboard.
"Why?"
"What can I say besides, I get what I want and I want all of you dead?"
Heero stared at Death, his eyes turning to ice. "I won't let you do that?"
"We all must do things we don't want to do," Death taunted.
"That is where you are wrong. I've done things I never wanted, now it is your
turn to fail," Heero stated as his eyes bore into the dark recesses of which might be called
eyes.
"Brave soul. Too bad you will lose it, preferably sometime soon."
"Not without a fight."
"I like fights," Death said, his voice lighting up some to the thought.
"I leave now, but remember it is the time of my vengeance and I will be back once
again."
Strong winds began to blow from every place in the room. Couples huddled
together while Duo shielded himself with his hand. The light above shattered and fell to
the ground like a waterfall. The room was bathed in complete blackness, and then Death
was gone.
"Is it over?" Relena asked meekly.
"For now," Heero replied.
"Not yet," Trowa informed them as he felt Catherine shake beneath his grip.
"What do you mean?" Heero asked.
"Catherine's next."
TBC...
No one seems to be reading this, so I will just finish it for my benefit before
moving on to the next chapter. If you are reading this story, please leave a review so I try
to get it out sooner.
Moonlit