This is Chapter three of this story....thanks to those of you that wrote to tell me what you think....but there are so few.....hopefully more will come.
Anyways, if your smart little readers, you'll catch onto who the real bad guy is in this story quickly....One of my friends did and I was shocked! I thought
I hid it so well....Anyways, please tell me what you think! Thanks Duo23 for reading and being scared. Nothing to be scared of though....I be nice....
maybe.....
I don't own Gundam Wing...only the dreams I have about me and Quatre in bed.....dreaming
Some Yaoi may come up later between characters, still haven't decided.....Enjoy and please R&R!
Chapter Three
"And now for your veiwing pleasure our own dynamic duo, Catherine and Trowa Bloom!" The spot light hit his face and for once sense he started this job,
he felt nervous. He looked around the circus, people yelling and cheering for them.
"Come on Trowa! They waiting for us!" Catherine smiled at him and pulled him out into the middle. Shaking his head and regained his composure. Taking his place
on the chopping block as her called it, he put his back to it and waited for her to begin throwing her daggers. But she didn't. She just stood there.
"Cat....you all right?" He whispered to her as the crowd began to boo. "Start throwing." And then, he had to blink. No longer was Catherine standing infront of him.
Looking around, he soon noticed that he was no longer where he once was either. Instead he held the daggers in hand, and Catherine had been tied to the chopping
block. "What's going on?"
He tried to run to her side, but was frozen to his spot. The crowd around him became restless, until a hand was raised by a formiluar face....himself. He was
dressed as the ring leader and smiled at the crowd as they became silent. Mummering began as he made his way over to Trowa who was still unable to move his
body.
"Well what are you waiting for?....The people want a show...sorry, I changed the act a little." He walked behind him and without warning, 03's arm shot a dagger at
Catherine. The blade scraped her face, blood dripping down it. Trowa was horrified, but the crowd only cheered loudly, wanting more. It was disgusting....how could?
Again his arm came up, though he tried with all his might to lower it.
"What are you doing to me?" He winced as he postioned to once again launch a blade at his adoptive sister.
"I'm not doing anything...your doing your job..you are a mercanary after all....This is just another casuality of war. What's the matter? Can't except your mission, Barton?
Or should I say Bloom? That is what your going by when your around her....Is she special to you?" His twin walked over to Catherines unconscience form and lifted
her chin. He examined her, and Trowa wanted nothing more then to regain control and murder him.
"I see nothing special about this girl.....just looks like another person that will hurt you. I mean she lied to you, when all your memories were lost. But that was
his fault was it not?" Suddenly a spot light lit up the tightrope platform, and there stood Quatre, blind folded. His heart dropped in his stomach.
"That wasn't Quatre's fault....it was the Zero system....let them go...."
"You can't always hide behind things.....he snapped, it was the wars fault, he's really a good guy....but how do you know? I t seems to me that Mr. Winner up there
is a rich boy that is doing this for his own selfish reasons. And then he "lost it?" And who does he attack? Why the ones he was suppose to be saving. How good a
comrade could he possibly be?"
"Don't say that about him," Trowa hissed. A rage was burning in his light green eyes, that made his foe all to happy.
"You love him don't you....?"
To this, Trowa only turned his head away.
"Oh....so that's how it is....well in that case..." The figure walked beneithe the tightrope and undid the net that would catch him, should Quatre fall. Smiling, his
other self turned to the silent audience and made his anoucement.
"AND NOW! What you've all been waiting for! Drum roll please!" The drums began to rumble as he backed away and took his spot next to Trowa. "This is my favorite
part of the show!" Almost magically popcorn appeared and he began his feast.
"What's going on?" Trowa began to feel sick and his arm getting tired from holding it so long.
"He's going to jump...."
"NO! Why?! He'll die if he jumps with out the net!"
"Well he won't jump if he doesn't feel guilty...but he more then likely does. Don't feel bad it's his own choice really." The drums came to their climax and as the cymbal
crashed, Quatre stepped off the platform and plumitated to the ground below, the spotlight following and going out just before he hit. In the darkness there was a
thud and after a moment the crowd went wild.
"Thank you! Thank you! There is much more to see folks so stick around..." The boy bowed to the crowd and waved as Trowa kept his gave beneithe the tightrope.
Did that really just happen?....was Quatre.....?
"YOU BASTARD! What did you do?!"
"Really Trowa, there are small children in the audience, watch yourself...."
Looking around the circus, the other him forwned. "It's to dark in here....you can't see anything...." With a clap of his hands, the lights came up and soon Trowa's worse
fears were realized....all the audience members, were from Oz. They had afmily with them and friends, but most were soilders, underlings.
"You wouldn't know most of them....some you've met...others you've killed in battle....there's alot aren't there?"
It was true. The room was almost filled to its maximum capcity. He had really taken this many lives?......No...It was just another lie....this couldn't be true.
"It's almost time for the big finish. How's your arm feeling?" He had almost forgotten it was frozen in place ready to throw.
"My work is done I think....you realize what a waste those boys are to your cause....they made you what you are....a murderer. And they pulled you back into it after
you forgot that way of life. What kind of friends do that? Now finish your show....and think about what I've told you...." Walking past him, the boy threw the top hat
he wore to the ground. As it fell, Trowa's arm flinched back to life and threw the dagger across the room. Like butter, it slid into Catherines chest. She gasped slightly,
before falling to the ground. Horrified, Trowa screamed....
It could have been the dream that woke him...or perhaps it was Quatre calling out to him. Slowly he opened his eyes and saw his best friend looking around worriedly.
A brush of relief filled him....it had only been a dream. But it left doubt in his mind, and he didn't like that. What if the voice was right...maybe it would have
been better to hind in the shadows of this war...he should have never remembered, but watching Quatre, talking with him made him remember why he had in the first
place. Slowly he bent down and kissed the boy.
"Trowa?"
"You need to rest....we can atlk about it more later." Putting on a smile for the boy he leaned back and closed his eyes. He was scared to fall asleep again. What if
the nightmare returned? Just then a horried scream filled the air. Jumping up, Trowa ran down the stairs to where the others had taken refuge. Wasn't he surprised to
not find Duo up awake and shaking, but Heero. The boy was pale and shaking, very disturbed and lost.
The nightmares ahd found him too.....
))'
Anyways, if your smart little readers, you'll catch onto who the real bad guy is in this story quickly....One of my friends did and I was shocked! I thought
I hid it so well....Anyways, please tell me what you think! Thanks Duo23 for reading and being scared. Nothing to be scared of though....I be nice....
maybe.....
I don't own Gundam Wing...only the dreams I have about me and Quatre in bed.....dreaming
Some Yaoi may come up later between characters, still haven't decided.....Enjoy and please R&R!
Chapter Three
"And now for your veiwing pleasure our own dynamic duo, Catherine and Trowa Bloom!" The spot light hit his face and for once sense he started this job,
he felt nervous. He looked around the circus, people yelling and cheering for them.
"Come on Trowa! They waiting for us!" Catherine smiled at him and pulled him out into the middle. Shaking his head and regained his composure. Taking his place
on the chopping block as her called it, he put his back to it and waited for her to begin throwing her daggers. But she didn't. She just stood there.
"Cat....you all right?" He whispered to her as the crowd began to boo. "Start throwing." And then, he had to blink. No longer was Catherine standing infront of him.
Looking around, he soon noticed that he was no longer where he once was either. Instead he held the daggers in hand, and Catherine had been tied to the chopping
block. "What's going on?"
He tried to run to her side, but was frozen to his spot. The crowd around him became restless, until a hand was raised by a formiluar face....himself. He was
dressed as the ring leader and smiled at the crowd as they became silent. Mummering began as he made his way over to Trowa who was still unable to move his
body.
"Well what are you waiting for?....The people want a show...sorry, I changed the act a little." He walked behind him and without warning, 03's arm shot a dagger at
Catherine. The blade scraped her face, blood dripping down it. Trowa was horrified, but the crowd only cheered loudly, wanting more. It was disgusting....how could?
Again his arm came up, though he tried with all his might to lower it.
"What are you doing to me?" He winced as he postioned to once again launch a blade at his adoptive sister.
"I'm not doing anything...your doing your job..you are a mercanary after all....This is just another casuality of war. What's the matter? Can't except your mission, Barton?
Or should I say Bloom? That is what your going by when your around her....Is she special to you?" His twin walked over to Catherines unconscience form and lifted
her chin. He examined her, and Trowa wanted nothing more then to regain control and murder him.
"I see nothing special about this girl.....just looks like another person that will hurt you. I mean she lied to you, when all your memories were lost. But that was
his fault was it not?" Suddenly a spot light lit up the tightrope platform, and there stood Quatre, blind folded. His heart dropped in his stomach.
"That wasn't Quatre's fault....it was the Zero system....let them go...."
"You can't always hide behind things.....he snapped, it was the wars fault, he's really a good guy....but how do you know? I t seems to me that Mr. Winner up there
is a rich boy that is doing this for his own selfish reasons. And then he "lost it?" And who does he attack? Why the ones he was suppose to be saving. How good a
comrade could he possibly be?"
"Don't say that about him," Trowa hissed. A rage was burning in his light green eyes, that made his foe all to happy.
"You love him don't you....?"
To this, Trowa only turned his head away.
"Oh....so that's how it is....well in that case..." The figure walked beneithe the tightrope and undid the net that would catch him, should Quatre fall. Smiling, his
other self turned to the silent audience and made his anoucement.
"AND NOW! What you've all been waiting for! Drum roll please!" The drums began to rumble as he backed away and took his spot next to Trowa. "This is my favorite
part of the show!" Almost magically popcorn appeared and he began his feast.
"What's going on?" Trowa began to feel sick and his arm getting tired from holding it so long.
"He's going to jump...."
"NO! Why?! He'll die if he jumps with out the net!"
"Well he won't jump if he doesn't feel guilty...but he more then likely does. Don't feel bad it's his own choice really." The drums came to their climax and as the cymbal
crashed, Quatre stepped off the platform and plumitated to the ground below, the spotlight following and going out just before he hit. In the darkness there was a
thud and after a moment the crowd went wild.
"Thank you! Thank you! There is much more to see folks so stick around..." The boy bowed to the crowd and waved as Trowa kept his gave beneithe the tightrope.
Did that really just happen?....was Quatre.....?
"YOU BASTARD! What did you do?!"
"Really Trowa, there are small children in the audience, watch yourself...."
Looking around the circus, the other him forwned. "It's to dark in here....you can't see anything...." With a clap of his hands, the lights came up and soon Trowa's worse
fears were realized....all the audience members, were from Oz. They had afmily with them and friends, but most were soilders, underlings.
"You wouldn't know most of them....some you've met...others you've killed in battle....there's alot aren't there?"
It was true. The room was almost filled to its maximum capcity. He had really taken this many lives?......No...It was just another lie....this couldn't be true.
"It's almost time for the big finish. How's your arm feeling?" He had almost forgotten it was frozen in place ready to throw.
"My work is done I think....you realize what a waste those boys are to your cause....they made you what you are....a murderer. And they pulled you back into it after
you forgot that way of life. What kind of friends do that? Now finish your show....and think about what I've told you...." Walking past him, the boy threw the top hat
he wore to the ground. As it fell, Trowa's arm flinched back to life and threw the dagger across the room. Like butter, it slid into Catherines chest. She gasped slightly,
before falling to the ground. Horrified, Trowa screamed....
It could have been the dream that woke him...or perhaps it was Quatre calling out to him. Slowly he opened his eyes and saw his best friend looking around worriedly.
A brush of relief filled him....it had only been a dream. But it left doubt in his mind, and he didn't like that. What if the voice was right...maybe it would have
been better to hind in the shadows of this war...he should have never remembered, but watching Quatre, talking with him made him remember why he had in the first
place. Slowly he bent down and kissed the boy.
"Trowa?"
"You need to rest....we can atlk about it more later." Putting on a smile for the boy he leaned back and closed his eyes. He was scared to fall asleep again. What if
the nightmare returned? Just then a horried scream filled the air. Jumping up, Trowa ran down the stairs to where the others had taken refuge. Wasn't he surprised to
not find Duo up awake and shaking, but Heero. The boy was pale and shaking, very disturbed and lost.
The nightmares ahd found him too.....
))'