Hello! I know you do not know me, but believe me when I say I have no idea
where this came from. It's weird, creepy, and deals with weird, creepy
things. BUT PLEASE, DON'T GO! Just give it a chance. I was in a dark
mood when I started this; I was in a weird mood when I finished it.
Speculated at nine chapters.
DO NOT OWN. If I did, I would not be writing fan fiction.
Please, give it a chance.
Under the Bed
Summary: The monsters under the bed that we knew as children have returned to haunt the Gundam Pilots. Heero saw Quatre kill Trowa. How does he react?
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Do not be afraid that your life will end. Be afraid it will never begin -Grace Hansen
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"I'm sorry, Master, but he is slipping," a hissed voice said as a tall man looked over his son. The boy was filled with wires and slavered in pastes and poultices, but there was no change to his pale silvery face. The man snarled and spun upon the healer that had said his son would not make it.
"He will survive! There has to be some way to save him!"
The healer winced. "There is a way, but it is dangerous, and hard."
"What is it?"
"You need someone whose personality is like his. You need them to give up their energy to him," the healer explained. The man groaned and spun, his face filled with anger. How in the world would he ever get someone to match his son's personality? There was a screeching noise and the man froze in fear. He could hear the healer working behind him, but after a short silence, he lowered his head sadly.
"Master? Master, I'm sorry," the healer pleaded, crawling toward him on his hands and knees. "But if the person completely dies, it will work."
The man glared at the healer. "You will wait here. It may take days, it may takes years, but you will keep my son!"
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Heero's eyes widened as he examined the scene before him quietly. Quatre and Trowa were arguing. That in itself was surprising, but Trowa was not only talking freely, but he was raising his voice. Hatred was flashing in Quatre's eyes as he screamed back replies.
That was strange.
Heero was about to walk into the room when Quatre moved quickly and there was a loud gunshot. Trowa collapsed to his knees, holding his stomach, fear written across his face. Quatre held a gun to Trowa's head, hatred making his eyes look red in the dying sun. Trowa looked up at him and murmured something to him, which only caused Quatre to smirk.
Heero's scalp crawled to see the sick look on Quatre's face as Trowa's blood fell over his shoes. Quatre replied in a murmur and then pulled the trigger on the gun.
Heero was moving instants after. Trowa's form hit the ground instants before Heero had shot Quatre in the hand. Quatre cried out and turned to him.
"You! You and the others! You've ruined me!" Quatre screamed. He stuffed his wounded right hand in his shirt and reached into his pocket with his left hand. As he reached, Quatre ran toward him with surprising speed before he pulled his elbow back and landed Heero a quick blow to the temple. Heero's vision swirled as he felt a knife's blade cut the skin on his chin. Heero looked up at Quatre and wiped the blood off of his face. Quatre looked ready to use the switchblade again, but Heero would not give him a chance. He dove at Quatre's knees, knocking the surprised heir to his back. Heero tried to wrestle the knife out of Quatre's hands, but Quatre had gained overnight a speed that astounded him.
The knife drove into his arm and Heero jumped back. Quatre jumped to his feet and raced off, his glare over his shoulder enough to make Heero's blood curdle. Heero stared after the blond before he fell to his knees, patting Trowa's head, face, hoping for some sign of life.
There was none.
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Is Trowa really dead? Did Quatre really just do what Heero saw him do? What will the others do or think?
Just a tidbit of the next chapter:
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The body bag Trowa had been in was empty, torn apart from a blade. With closer examination, Heero could see that the rips were to the outside, as if the blade had been used from the inside out.
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Okay, so, tell me, how is it? Does it stink like rotten milk? If so, please tell me! I won't stop posting this until I get twenty reviews telling me to stop.
That's all. Please review if you like it. I am desperate. I have low self-esteem with Gundam Stories.
Ja ne!
~ Kay
Speculated at nine chapters.
DO NOT OWN. If I did, I would not be writing fan fiction.
Please, give it a chance.
Under the Bed
Summary: The monsters under the bed that we knew as children have returned to haunt the Gundam Pilots. Heero saw Quatre kill Trowa. How does he react?
_______________________________
Do not be afraid that your life will end. Be afraid it will never begin -Grace Hansen
_______________________________
"I'm sorry, Master, but he is slipping," a hissed voice said as a tall man looked over his son. The boy was filled with wires and slavered in pastes and poultices, but there was no change to his pale silvery face. The man snarled and spun upon the healer that had said his son would not make it.
"He will survive! There has to be some way to save him!"
The healer winced. "There is a way, but it is dangerous, and hard."
"What is it?"
"You need someone whose personality is like his. You need them to give up their energy to him," the healer explained. The man groaned and spun, his face filled with anger. How in the world would he ever get someone to match his son's personality? There was a screeching noise and the man froze in fear. He could hear the healer working behind him, but after a short silence, he lowered his head sadly.
"Master? Master, I'm sorry," the healer pleaded, crawling toward him on his hands and knees. "But if the person completely dies, it will work."
The man glared at the healer. "You will wait here. It may take days, it may takes years, but you will keep my son!"
_______________________________
Heero's eyes widened as he examined the scene before him quietly. Quatre and Trowa were arguing. That in itself was surprising, but Trowa was not only talking freely, but he was raising his voice. Hatred was flashing in Quatre's eyes as he screamed back replies.
That was strange.
Heero was about to walk into the room when Quatre moved quickly and there was a loud gunshot. Trowa collapsed to his knees, holding his stomach, fear written across his face. Quatre held a gun to Trowa's head, hatred making his eyes look red in the dying sun. Trowa looked up at him and murmured something to him, which only caused Quatre to smirk.
Heero's scalp crawled to see the sick look on Quatre's face as Trowa's blood fell over his shoes. Quatre replied in a murmur and then pulled the trigger on the gun.
Heero was moving instants after. Trowa's form hit the ground instants before Heero had shot Quatre in the hand. Quatre cried out and turned to him.
"You! You and the others! You've ruined me!" Quatre screamed. He stuffed his wounded right hand in his shirt and reached into his pocket with his left hand. As he reached, Quatre ran toward him with surprising speed before he pulled his elbow back and landed Heero a quick blow to the temple. Heero's vision swirled as he felt a knife's blade cut the skin on his chin. Heero looked up at Quatre and wiped the blood off of his face. Quatre looked ready to use the switchblade again, but Heero would not give him a chance. He dove at Quatre's knees, knocking the surprised heir to his back. Heero tried to wrestle the knife out of Quatre's hands, but Quatre had gained overnight a speed that astounded him.
The knife drove into his arm and Heero jumped back. Quatre jumped to his feet and raced off, his glare over his shoulder enough to make Heero's blood curdle. Heero stared after the blond before he fell to his knees, patting Trowa's head, face, hoping for some sign of life.
There was none.
___________________________
Is Trowa really dead? Did Quatre really just do what Heero saw him do? What will the others do or think?
Just a tidbit of the next chapter:
_____________________________
The body bag Trowa had been in was empty, torn apart from a blade. With closer examination, Heero could see that the rips were to the outside, as if the blade had been used from the inside out.
______________________________
Okay, so, tell me, how is it? Does it stink like rotten milk? If so, please tell me! I won't stop posting this until I get twenty reviews telling me to stop.
That's all. Please review if you like it. I am desperate. I have low self-esteem with Gundam Stories.
Ja ne!
~ Kay
