The third part is here. I'm sorry it's been longer between updates, but it was Christmas and I'm sure you all had better things to do than go an FF.net, and I've been ill. That's Murphy's Law for you!
All right now, for the disclaimer we have Heero.
Heero: "You've made me narcissistic in this. glares
Me: Well, you had to fit in with the Gaston character.
Heero: whines But I was perfect for the Beast.
Me: Oh sod off, just do the disclaimer or I'll shoot you!
Heero: glares some more Lucas does not own Gundam Wing or Disney; if she did she would be Japanese/dead. Do not sue; she has the ultimate weapon of destruction… Duo…
Me: Yes, he'll glomp you to death, make no mistake has Duo on a leash. This is a 6X2 story, it's yaoi, if you don't like slash then don't read! Flames will be used in my other weapon of destruction and the used on flamers… I'm warning you!
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The EventG stared at the map in his hands.
"This can't be right," he muttered to himself, as Deathscythe plodded along, "We must have taken a wrong turn… this is all your fault," he added to the horse, who ignored him. They pulled to a stop in front of a sign. G lifted his lamp eagerly, hoping for direction, but was treated to a bunch of barely there words.
"How is that helpful?" he fumed to no one. He looked at his map once again.
"All right, let's go this way," he muttered as he directed the horse's head in the direction he wanted them to go. Deathscythe stared down the creepy, foggy, prematurely dark hollow that the Professor wanted to go down. He turned to the right and saw a nice, friendly, light trail with birds singing and animals playing. He gave the creepy trail a sceptical look and turned right.
"No, you daft sod," G said in exasperation, "not that way!"
He pulled on the reins hard and forced Deathscythe to go left.
"It's a short cut, I'm telling you. We'll be there in no time," G said as they travelled along their chosen path, which we all know was the wrong one.
Five minutes later, it was creepier, foggier and darker.
"This can't be right, where have you taken us Deathscythe," G said angrily. The horse turned around and gave him an unreadable look. Suddenly, eerie howls could be heard emanating from beyond the dead and bent trees. Deathscythe, who was understandably spooked, started to back up in a feverish attempt to protect himself.
"Whoa!" G yelled. On the brow of the hill in front of them, several wolves appeared. Deathscythe bolted and ran.
"Goddamn it horse, calm down!" was all G could manage to say as the horse ran. The wolves were in hot pursuit of them. Deathscythe picked up his pace and the wolves started to fall behind. G sighed in relief as he turned his attention back to the road.
"WOAH!" he screeched and pulled on the reins, hard. Deathscythe skidded to a stop on the precipice of a cliff.
"Backup, BACKUP!" G yelled as the horse's hoofs struggled to gain purchase on the crumbling edge of the cliff. After what seemed like n eternity balanced on the brink of the abyss, the carriage slid back to more stable ground. G let out his breath quickly. He hadn't realised he'd been holding it in. Just as he thought they were out of the woods (no pun intended audience), the wolves came back into his field of vision.
"Pants," G grumbled. Deathscythe bolted again, but this time G wasn't so lucky. He was thrown clear of the wagon as the horse fled, with several wolves chasing behind. His lamp had smashed and it was dark.
"Deathscythe," he called softly. He picked up his hat, which had also fallen and placed it back on his head. More wolves appeared on the brink of the hill in front of him. Gasping, he leapt to his feet and ran in any direction that was away from the wolves. He could hear them close behind and as he turned to glance at where they were, he tripped over a raised root and went stumbling down a slope. He landed hard on his stomach and was winded slightly. Amazingly, his hat was still on his head. He looked up from his position and saw tall gates with a castle beyond. He got to his knees and heard the menacing growl of the wolves. He jumped and ran for the gates.
"Help!" he yelled as he rattled them. He glanced behind and saw the wolves advancing on him, quickly.
"Please! Help!" he yelped again, rattling the gates. To his surprise, the gates moved and he fell through. He pushed them shut quickly with his foot as the wolves leapt, and hit the bars. He heaved a huge sigh of relief only to have his shoe grabbed by sharp teeth.
"Bugger off!" he yelled, pulling his foot free. He stood and made his way to the front doors of the giant castle.
"How come I didn't know this was here?" he puzzled as he looked at the huge building. He shrugged to himself. He pushed the doors and moved inside.
"Hello?" he called quietly. He stepped into the large entrance hall and whistled lowly at the grandeur of the place. There was a small table to his left with a small clock and a candle on it.
"Look," a voice whispered.
"Be quiet," a second whispered harshly, "maybe he'll go away."
"Hello? Is someone there?" G called into the apparently empty hall.
"Not one word Trowa, not one word," the second voice whispered again.
"I'm sorry to intrude, but I lost my horse and I need a place to stay for the night," G said quickly.
"Oh, Wufei, have a heart," the first voice muttered.
"No. Be quiet… yow!"
G turned his head trying to locate the sources of sound.
"Of course Monsieur, you are welcome here," the first voice said cheerfully.
"Who said that?" G questioned. He grabbed the candle that was on the table and lifted it to shed some light on the situation.
"Over here," the voice said and G felt a tap on his shoulder. He spun around expecting to see someone but the hall was as deserted as ever.
"Where?" G asked starting to get annoyed. He felt another series of taps on his shoulder and he turned his head and stared.
"'Allo!" the candle said with a grin.
"Urk!" G exclaimed as he dropped the candle.
"Oof!" it exclaimed as it landed with a large thud on the floor. It sat up and rubbed its head.
"Now you've done it Trowa," the clock said as it leapt of the table and scuttled over to the candle.
"How is this accomplished?" G asked in amazement as he picked the clock up and began examining it. It must have tickled, as the clock was unable to refrain from bursts of giggles.
"Stop that!" he screeched between chuckles. Professor G began to twist the dials on the face of the clock.
"Eep!" the clock screeched in pain as the candle chuckled lightly. G opened up the front of the clock and stuck in his finger to play with the pendulum. (There's no way of writing that without it sounding dodgy.)
"Close that at once," the clock said in completely disgusted tones, "Do you mind?" The clock shut it's front trapping G's finger inside. He pulled his finger free and shook away the pain.
"I'm sorry," G said quickly, "but I've never seen a talking… a talk…" He then sneezed very loudly into the clock's face.
"Charming," the clock sputtered, using its dials to clean itself.
"Oh, you are soaked to the bone Monsieur. Come, warm yourself by the fire," the candle said kindly and started to lead G into another room.
"No, no, no!" the clock said, following them. The candle led G to a large chair in front of a large fireplace. The clock fell down the small set of stairs, sending cogs in every direction. A footrest came running up to the chair, barking.
"Argh!" G yelled as he watched the footrest jump about. He cautiously put out a hand and petted the footrest, which seemed to enjoy it. The dog/footrest moved under his feet and propped them up.
"That's nice," G said as he pulled a blanket that he was given by a coat stand, around his shoulders.
The clock was just pulling himself up off the carpet, muttering about the injustice of it all, when he was run over by a tea trolley.
"How about a spot of tea sir?" a pretty teapot asked him as she poured some of her contents into a cup, "It'll really warm you up."
"No," came the strangled voice of the clock, "no tea, no tea!"
G lifted the cup up and thanked the teapot. As he placed the cup to his lips, he heard a soft chuckle.
"His moustache tickles Sally," the cup said to the teapot. G jumped in surprise and looked at the cup.
"Oh, hello there," he said in surprise. He lifted the cup to look at it and the handsome cup looked back and smiled. Suddenly, the doors behind the chair burst open, and a strong burst of icy wind came hurtling through the room and blew out the fire in the grate. G shivered; more with fear than the cold as he watched all other inhabitants in the room, cringe away from whatever had just entered the room.
"There's a stranger here," a deep voice growled.
"Master, allow me to explain," the candle said quickly, "The gentleman was lost in the woods and…" but he never got to finish as a deafening roar ripped through the tense air and blew all of the candle's flames out.
"Great," the candle muttered, "and I can never find any matches."
The clock poked his head out from under the rug, where he had been hiding, "Master, allow me to say, I was against this from the beginning. I told them no but they all ignored me…" the clock said quickly before he too was cut off by a load roar.
G looked around the chair and was confronted by a large and feral face of a beast.
"What are you doing here?" the beast growled.
"Nothing," G squeaked as he leapt up from the chair.
"You're not welcome here," the beast said loudly.
"I'm sorry," G stuttered as he stared into the bright blue eyes of the monster.
"What are you staring at?" the beast roared.
"Nothing!" G said quickly as he backed away from the advancing creature.
"So, you've come to stare at the beast have you?" he roared at G who quivered.
"Please," G whimpered, "I meant no harm. I was lost in the woods and needed a place to stay."
"Ill give you a place to stay," the beast said menacingly as he grabbed G by his short collar and dragged him off.
"No, no please!" G's screams could be heard echoing through the castle.
Ooo, chilling. The next bit will be updated quicker next time crosses fingers. Read and Review! Ja-bye-bye!