PanthersTear: Hey, hey I'm back!!! Sorry updates for this story took so
long but I lost chapter three and most of chapter four in the transfer of
files from my school computer to my home computer for quite some time. I
found them though and I have had a shot of inspiration so let me know what
you think Ok? Please R&R
Shinigami's Forlorn Angel: What have I told you about sucking up to the
readers?
PT: Um... do it?
SFA: Ugh... you see the baka author I have to put up with? Toss her a review
and shut her up!!!
PT: p.s I do not own gundam wing only this moth-eaten plot and my
treasured copy of episode zero
SFA: THEY DON'T CARE!!!!! And now without further adieu on with the story
Insidious Dreams Chapter5
I looked up pure terror staking its way through my heart as I saw him again. That faceless murderer. The person who was slowly but surely taking my own life out of my grasp. Seeing that blank image filled my heart and soul with pure fear and the sudden desire to live. My eyes widened. Sweat began to track itself slowly down the side of my face. It landed at the corner of my mouth and tasted salty like tears. But there was tears. Tears of fear.
My body was suddenly wracked with uncontrollable tremors as he advanced forwards exactly one pace. The sound of his foot hitting the ground seemed to echo throughout the hollow chambers of my mind. Every instinct I owned was creaming at me to run for my fool life but my feet would not move. They were glued in place.
I had heard that in times of intense fear the human body would refuse to move but this was a dream. Just a dream... wasn't it? Suddenly as my mind screamed at me to run I wasn't so sure anymore. I mean what if the other reality was dream and this was the only thing that was real. I was trapped in my own personal hell with a faceless person who wanted to kill me. But this time the killer had brought a new toy to the game.
As every conscious thought yelled at me to move I saw it dangle down. A whip. My attacker was carrying a whip. I didn't want to know what he was going to do with it. My feet finally found themselves again and I pumped my legs harder and faster then ever before. Clenching my eyes shut against the offending sweat and tears I took off like a shot for all I was worth.
In the end though it was to no avail. My physical strength failed me, it usually does. I collapsed to the ground weeping out my frustrations and listening to the constant echo of my silent killer stalking towards me through the blinding shadows. I could think of nothing more than the fact that I would never have to worry about the fact that Trowa hated me again.
Finding my limp body I suddenly felt my assailant let loose a barrage of kicks to my ribs from his steel toed boots. I winced in pain as a wave of blinding agony screamed its way through my chest. The constant pounding of his foot against my ribcage grew to be my only way of knowing I was still alive. I was still suffering. My big brother Duo once told me when you've got nothing left pain and rage will keep you going. So I put that theory into practice.
As if the constant pain of the hammering feet wasn't enough I suddenly felt a sharp stinging sensation etch it's way across my back. Another deeper more painful cut made me cry out in release. The seemingly endless quick slashes across my back went on for hours until the blood smeared across it prevented any sight of skin. Tears grew at the corners of my eyes and still the relentless attack continued. I gasped for breaths that would not come and still was showed no mercy. My aggressor stood towering many feet above me wielding his whip and with one final crack brought the weapon down to mark my face.
I felt a trickle of warm thick liquid begin to stretch itself the length of my face. It met with my lips and tasted of a coppery tang. It stuck to my teeth in a way similar to that of a jelly like candy I once had. It had a clotted and syrupy texture to it. Suddenly I felt two strong hands on my shoulders shaking me. As I drifted into consciousness I heard the slightly panicked voice of Wufei somewhere close. "Get the damned doctor onna he is bleeding!!"
Insidious Dreams Chapter5
I looked up pure terror staking its way through my heart as I saw him again. That faceless murderer. The person who was slowly but surely taking my own life out of my grasp. Seeing that blank image filled my heart and soul with pure fear and the sudden desire to live. My eyes widened. Sweat began to track itself slowly down the side of my face. It landed at the corner of my mouth and tasted salty like tears. But there was tears. Tears of fear.
My body was suddenly wracked with uncontrollable tremors as he advanced forwards exactly one pace. The sound of his foot hitting the ground seemed to echo throughout the hollow chambers of my mind. Every instinct I owned was creaming at me to run for my fool life but my feet would not move. They were glued in place.
I had heard that in times of intense fear the human body would refuse to move but this was a dream. Just a dream... wasn't it? Suddenly as my mind screamed at me to run I wasn't so sure anymore. I mean what if the other reality was dream and this was the only thing that was real. I was trapped in my own personal hell with a faceless person who wanted to kill me. But this time the killer had brought a new toy to the game.
As every conscious thought yelled at me to move I saw it dangle down. A whip. My attacker was carrying a whip. I didn't want to know what he was going to do with it. My feet finally found themselves again and I pumped my legs harder and faster then ever before. Clenching my eyes shut against the offending sweat and tears I took off like a shot for all I was worth.
In the end though it was to no avail. My physical strength failed me, it usually does. I collapsed to the ground weeping out my frustrations and listening to the constant echo of my silent killer stalking towards me through the blinding shadows. I could think of nothing more than the fact that I would never have to worry about the fact that Trowa hated me again.
Finding my limp body I suddenly felt my assailant let loose a barrage of kicks to my ribs from his steel toed boots. I winced in pain as a wave of blinding agony screamed its way through my chest. The constant pounding of his foot against my ribcage grew to be my only way of knowing I was still alive. I was still suffering. My big brother Duo once told me when you've got nothing left pain and rage will keep you going. So I put that theory into practice.
As if the constant pain of the hammering feet wasn't enough I suddenly felt a sharp stinging sensation etch it's way across my back. Another deeper more painful cut made me cry out in release. The seemingly endless quick slashes across my back went on for hours until the blood smeared across it prevented any sight of skin. Tears grew at the corners of my eyes and still the relentless attack continued. I gasped for breaths that would not come and still was showed no mercy. My aggressor stood towering many feet above me wielding his whip and with one final crack brought the weapon down to mark my face.
I felt a trickle of warm thick liquid begin to stretch itself the length of my face. It met with my lips and tasted of a coppery tang. It stuck to my teeth in a way similar to that of a jelly like candy I once had. It had a clotted and syrupy texture to it. Suddenly I felt two strong hands on my shoulders shaking me. As I drifted into consciousness I heard the slightly panicked voice of Wufei somewhere close. "Get the damned doctor onna he is bleeding!!"
