(Gushing) Oh my goodness! In two days of posting a whole bunch of stuff,
I got a total of four reviews! Sure, only two of them were for this story,
but I'm just so flipped! Whee!!!!!!!
Okay, shout outs:
Chibi Tanny: Yay! Another author to check out! (I've got a whole bunch of them to check out) Thanks for reading this! I was proud that I finished it, so I'm happy. Thanks for the support!
Kasazona: Welcome back! I'm so glad for your support! I was happy that I got yet another review from you! But then again, you've gotten all three of the chapters. . . But thanks so much! Reviews make me feel all fuzzy inside. . .
*** Now, to plot stuff. Heero is OOC. Period. In this part, he has to calm two very freaked out and terrified pilots, so he has to change his attitude. Simple? I think not. And now it's starting to get down right creepy. It'll get worse. Believe me.
Remember at the very beginning, I said this was a dark/weird story? We're sorta out of most of the dark, and into the downright weird stuff. Chapter seven is the max and it just sorta scoots along after that.
So, enjoy! ^_^!!
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An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness. -Margaret Atwood
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Heero was annoyed. He, Duo, and Wufei could do nothing to protect each other until the attackers struck again. And until then, Quatre was vulnerable with a child's mind and in his hospital bed.
With that knowledge, Heero set up a watch in the video room, where all the televisions connected to the security cameras. After telling Quatre's sisters that he was trying to protect Quatre, they allowed him to set up a camera in Quatre's room. And that was where the horror continued.
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Wufei was trying to concentrate on the screen, but it was getting boring. There was nothing happening, but he was watching to make sure there was no disturbance at all. Duo was already half-asleep in the chair next to him.
Suddenly, the camera stopped sending the signal, filling the screen with fuzz. For a moment, Wufei thought it was his mind, but then he came to his senses. "Maxwell, hey, Maxwell! Wake up!"
Duo blinked sleepily and looked at the screen. "What happened?"
"I don't know. Get down to that room and find out, okay?"
Duo shrugged and stomped out of the room with his hands in his pockets, a cross look on his face. Wufei shook his head and stared at the screen worriedly. After a few frantic moments, the camera came back on and Duo smiled at it and waved a bit. Suddenly, he readjusted the camera so that Quatre was in the lower half of the screen. And then, Wufei was forced to watch in sickened horror as Duo's grin became twisted. Duo pulled out a knife and stood over Quatre.
Wufei screamed. And the knife fell.
Quatre let out a silent scream on the monitor before it was over. Then, Duo walked out of the room, stabbing the knife in the camera. The screen became fuzz again.
And Heero dashed into the room. Wufei was standing in front of the monitor in horrified shock. "Chang, what happened?"
"Duo! Duo, he just," Wufei babbled, continuing as he continued to stare. Heero ran down the hallway before he heard another scream. Duo was standing in the doorway of Quatre's room, staring at the supposedly dead body of Quatre. Heero took a deep breath before he grabbed Duo's shoulders and steered him back to the television room.
"Maxwell, Chang, we need to talk," Heero snapped. Wufei seemed loath to sit, especially with Duo in the room, but he did as Heero commanded. "There is a good chance that Quatre is not dead, and that it was not Maxwell that did it, as you thought you saw, Chang," Heero said. "They are trying to rip us apart, to start pointing fingers and lose faith in each other." (1)
"So, who's going to kill who next?" Duo murmured. "First, Quatre killed Trowa, and now I've killed Quatre. Watch, Chang will kill me."
"I would not kill you, Maxwell," Wufei snapped angrily. "At least not when I'm not annoyed with you."
Duo smirked at Wufei and then asked the question: "do you think that I killed Quatre?" Wufei looked down and shook his head.
"You guys are like brothers. Of course not."
Heero nearly smiled mentally, but he kept himself in check. This was the way they would defeat the enemy. Though he hated to admit it, he would not be able to take these shapeshifters on his own.
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Quatre was awakened by a very rough hand grabbing him out of bed. He was about to protest when a hand covered his mouth. The next thing he knew, he was in the closet of his hospital room with a knife to his throat.
He nearly started crying right away, but his sisters had been telling him that he was such a brave boy, and he would prove them right. He tried to fight the man holding him, but the knife pressed harder against his throat and the hand not holding the knife gripped his hurt shoulder tightly.
He cried, but the knife made him keep his tears silent. Suddenly, he saw two people enter his room from the window. One looked like man with too much to drink from the street; the other was a gentleman-like man, holding himself with poise and looked like a nice man. Suddenly, the man that looked like a gentleman changed. It was hard to describe how; he just sort of changed to look exactly like Duo.
Quatre gasped and earned himself another tight grip. The other man changed into a clone of himself, bandages and everything. The clone looked at him and then lay down in the bed, as Quatre himself had been like not long before.
Quatre was crying freely now. Not only did his arm and shoulder hurt, but the pressure of the knife hurt him now. And to add to that, he had just seen a man take on his shape. He stole his face!
Ten minutes later, Quatre had seen his own murder and the horrified reaction of his friend. The changers had stuffed themselves into the closet when the scene was done, and the mortally wounded changer had reformed himself without a scar. Once that was over, the man holding him had jumped out of the window, holding him to his chest.
As if there was no time to spare, the three men pulled him down the sewer and into the sewage system. There, the man put him on his feet. "There. If the Master Quatre would please walk the rest of the way, we would be greatly obliged. I am called Nobu," the man said pleasantly. Quatre was nervous though. He was told to never talk to strangers, and he would not.
The two other men were now in random forms. One was rugged, his hair clean cut and washed, but the facial hair he wore made him look like a man from the wilderness. His eyes were beady and dark and Quatre instantly did not trust him. Nobu called him Daichi. The other was refined and light. His hair was almost white, though his face was young. His eyes were a lighter color and large and wide. There was no facial hair on him at all, and his hair was short and clean. Nobu called him Mamoru.
"Now, Master Quatre, would you mind stepping out forward to your left?" Nobu asked, his voice gentle. Nobu was almost an equal mix of light and dark, an equal mix of refined and rugged airs. Quatre, who was told to not go with strangers, stomped his foot and shook his head. Nobu sighed deeply. "Master Quatre, your sisters told me to take care of you. Will you come with me?"
Quatre shook his head again. Nobu sighed again. "Daichi, take him," Nobu muttered before he started off to the left. Daichi changed to strengthen himself and picked Quatre up with one smooth movement. And though Quatre protested and kicked and punched and bit, the man refused to let him down.
Suddenly, Daichi put Quatre down and slapped him across the face. Quatre stood before him in shock before Daichi picked him up and hung him over his shoulder again. This time, Quatre went without protest, his cheek stinging, the bruise on his neck aching, and his shoulder and arm throbbing. Tears came as hopelessness mixed with pain.
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(1) Yeah, yeah, sappy. Blech. . . But it's the best I could come up for that part. Trying to get the point across, yes?
NEED to keep Kay off the keyboard. . . Okay, so, whatcha think? __________________________
The man looked away sheepishly and then held out a piece of paper. "I found this on the bedside table. I read it, but I suppose it was addressed to you."
Heero read it and felt his heart rate speed up. [If you wish to keep the other pilots alive, this is what you must do.] __________________________
Thanks for reading! REVIEW PLEASE!!
~ Kay Kylo
Okay, shout outs:
Chibi Tanny: Yay! Another author to check out! (I've got a whole bunch of them to check out) Thanks for reading this! I was proud that I finished it, so I'm happy. Thanks for the support!
Kasazona: Welcome back! I'm so glad for your support! I was happy that I got yet another review from you! But then again, you've gotten all three of the chapters. . . But thanks so much! Reviews make me feel all fuzzy inside. . .
*** Now, to plot stuff. Heero is OOC. Period. In this part, he has to calm two very freaked out and terrified pilots, so he has to change his attitude. Simple? I think not. And now it's starting to get down right creepy. It'll get worse. Believe me.
Remember at the very beginning, I said this was a dark/weird story? We're sorta out of most of the dark, and into the downright weird stuff. Chapter seven is the max and it just sorta scoots along after that.
So, enjoy! ^_^!!
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An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness. -Margaret Atwood
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Heero was annoyed. He, Duo, and Wufei could do nothing to protect each other until the attackers struck again. And until then, Quatre was vulnerable with a child's mind and in his hospital bed.
With that knowledge, Heero set up a watch in the video room, where all the televisions connected to the security cameras. After telling Quatre's sisters that he was trying to protect Quatre, they allowed him to set up a camera in Quatre's room. And that was where the horror continued.
_____________________________
Wufei was trying to concentrate on the screen, but it was getting boring. There was nothing happening, but he was watching to make sure there was no disturbance at all. Duo was already half-asleep in the chair next to him.
Suddenly, the camera stopped sending the signal, filling the screen with fuzz. For a moment, Wufei thought it was his mind, but then he came to his senses. "Maxwell, hey, Maxwell! Wake up!"
Duo blinked sleepily and looked at the screen. "What happened?"
"I don't know. Get down to that room and find out, okay?"
Duo shrugged and stomped out of the room with his hands in his pockets, a cross look on his face. Wufei shook his head and stared at the screen worriedly. After a few frantic moments, the camera came back on and Duo smiled at it and waved a bit. Suddenly, he readjusted the camera so that Quatre was in the lower half of the screen. And then, Wufei was forced to watch in sickened horror as Duo's grin became twisted. Duo pulled out a knife and stood over Quatre.
Wufei screamed. And the knife fell.
Quatre let out a silent scream on the monitor before it was over. Then, Duo walked out of the room, stabbing the knife in the camera. The screen became fuzz again.
And Heero dashed into the room. Wufei was standing in front of the monitor in horrified shock. "Chang, what happened?"
"Duo! Duo, he just," Wufei babbled, continuing as he continued to stare. Heero ran down the hallway before he heard another scream. Duo was standing in the doorway of Quatre's room, staring at the supposedly dead body of Quatre. Heero took a deep breath before he grabbed Duo's shoulders and steered him back to the television room.
"Maxwell, Chang, we need to talk," Heero snapped. Wufei seemed loath to sit, especially with Duo in the room, but he did as Heero commanded. "There is a good chance that Quatre is not dead, and that it was not Maxwell that did it, as you thought you saw, Chang," Heero said. "They are trying to rip us apart, to start pointing fingers and lose faith in each other." (1)
"So, who's going to kill who next?" Duo murmured. "First, Quatre killed Trowa, and now I've killed Quatre. Watch, Chang will kill me."
"I would not kill you, Maxwell," Wufei snapped angrily. "At least not when I'm not annoyed with you."
Duo smirked at Wufei and then asked the question: "do you think that I killed Quatre?" Wufei looked down and shook his head.
"You guys are like brothers. Of course not."
Heero nearly smiled mentally, but he kept himself in check. This was the way they would defeat the enemy. Though he hated to admit it, he would not be able to take these shapeshifters on his own.
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Quatre was awakened by a very rough hand grabbing him out of bed. He was about to protest when a hand covered his mouth. The next thing he knew, he was in the closet of his hospital room with a knife to his throat.
He nearly started crying right away, but his sisters had been telling him that he was such a brave boy, and he would prove them right. He tried to fight the man holding him, but the knife pressed harder against his throat and the hand not holding the knife gripped his hurt shoulder tightly.
He cried, but the knife made him keep his tears silent. Suddenly, he saw two people enter his room from the window. One looked like man with too much to drink from the street; the other was a gentleman-like man, holding himself with poise and looked like a nice man. Suddenly, the man that looked like a gentleman changed. It was hard to describe how; he just sort of changed to look exactly like Duo.
Quatre gasped and earned himself another tight grip. The other man changed into a clone of himself, bandages and everything. The clone looked at him and then lay down in the bed, as Quatre himself had been like not long before.
Quatre was crying freely now. Not only did his arm and shoulder hurt, but the pressure of the knife hurt him now. And to add to that, he had just seen a man take on his shape. He stole his face!
Ten minutes later, Quatre had seen his own murder and the horrified reaction of his friend. The changers had stuffed themselves into the closet when the scene was done, and the mortally wounded changer had reformed himself without a scar. Once that was over, the man holding him had jumped out of the window, holding him to his chest.
As if there was no time to spare, the three men pulled him down the sewer and into the sewage system. There, the man put him on his feet. "There. If the Master Quatre would please walk the rest of the way, we would be greatly obliged. I am called Nobu," the man said pleasantly. Quatre was nervous though. He was told to never talk to strangers, and he would not.
The two other men were now in random forms. One was rugged, his hair clean cut and washed, but the facial hair he wore made him look like a man from the wilderness. His eyes were beady and dark and Quatre instantly did not trust him. Nobu called him Daichi. The other was refined and light. His hair was almost white, though his face was young. His eyes were a lighter color and large and wide. There was no facial hair on him at all, and his hair was short and clean. Nobu called him Mamoru.
"Now, Master Quatre, would you mind stepping out forward to your left?" Nobu asked, his voice gentle. Nobu was almost an equal mix of light and dark, an equal mix of refined and rugged airs. Quatre, who was told to not go with strangers, stomped his foot and shook his head. Nobu sighed deeply. "Master Quatre, your sisters told me to take care of you. Will you come with me?"
Quatre shook his head again. Nobu sighed again. "Daichi, take him," Nobu muttered before he started off to the left. Daichi changed to strengthen himself and picked Quatre up with one smooth movement. And though Quatre protested and kicked and punched and bit, the man refused to let him down.
Suddenly, Daichi put Quatre down and slapped him across the face. Quatre stood before him in shock before Daichi picked him up and hung him over his shoulder again. This time, Quatre went without protest, his cheek stinging, the bruise on his neck aching, and his shoulder and arm throbbing. Tears came as hopelessness mixed with pain.
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(1) Yeah, yeah, sappy. Blech. . . But it's the best I could come up for that part. Trying to get the point across, yes?
NEED to keep Kay off the keyboard. . . Okay, so, whatcha think? __________________________
The man looked away sheepishly and then held out a piece of paper. "I found this on the bedside table. I read it, but I suppose it was addressed to you."
Heero read it and felt his heart rate speed up. [If you wish to keep the other pilots alive, this is what you must do.] __________________________
Thanks for reading! REVIEW PLEASE!!
~ Kay Kylo
