Before beginning this chapter I would like to say thanks to Duo-23 for the idea for this next chapter. Your the best! Also thanks as usual to my best beta Sam. My apologies for taking so long to write this chapter but I have been stuck on writers block. Come on guys! You know what that's like! It was tragic! Gundam boys going untortured! I feared a mutiny! In other news I am being made to say I do not own the gundam boys... I will someday... but not yet. You can sue me if you want to... but all I have to give you is my slobbering hyperactive dog, my fat cat, and my treasured copy of episode zero. Now that I'm done with my spiel... on with the show.
Insidious dreams chapter eleven
He needed my help. The cursed clown needed my fucking help? After what he had done to the desert angel he expected me to drop everything and run to his aid? I do not bloody well think so Barton you do not deserve my help, is what I should have said. "I'll be there shortly." Curse me and my willingness to help those in need! But I wasn't really doing this for him I reasoned. If he needed my help then dollars to doughnuts the problem had something to do with Winner. So it was for Quatre. Right? RIGHT!
I arrived at the Winner household not long afterwards. I was right. Winner was ill. Very ill. As in, he's not fucking breathing ill. Damn that Barton. "What in all hell did you DO to him!" I demanded. He looked taken aback at my accusation. I would have felt bad except that this was his fault and I knew it. "I... I didn't do anything, honest!" Yea right. He expected me to believe that! "Barton that is a blatant lie now tell me what you did!" We were so busy arguing that neither of us noticed when Quatre started breathing again. That is... not until he awoke. "Stop it!" He sobbed. "Can't you two just get along? I can't take this anymore!" He yelled flinging himself from the bed and out the door. I continued accusing Barton thinking he would not get far in his weakened state. I was wrong.
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I awakened to arguing voices. My dream had not been out of the ordinary but the screaming and arguing voices were. I felt a huge spell of animosity wash over me and it stung. Listening closely it was Wufei and Trowa arguing. They were the last people I wanted to argue. I counted on them for strength. They were arguing about me. It was my fault. All my fault. God why did everyone have to fight all the time? "Stop it!" I managed to get out between sobs. "Can't you two just get along? I can't take this anymore!" I screamed and ran from the room
I have found I do a lot of running. Whenever something upsets me or bothers me in any way I up and run. Kind of a cowardly thing to do I guess but I never said I was brave. In fact I've always been a bit of a coward. After all it takes a pretty cowardly person to start cutting. Oh I'm sorry did I forget to mention that? Yea I started cutting. It's a horrible habit I know and I'm trying to quit but it's just so mentally addictive... and besides I ought to be punished for the way I hurt everyone. I hope no one ever finds out I cut. Then they would watch me night and day.
With that in mind I stole quietly into the night ignoring the pain in my side. I knew it was a lot less painful then the emotional anguish I would go through if I went back. Going back was not an option. Looking around I realized I was awfully far from home. It was getting cold. And I hadn't brought a coat. I shivered and tried to take stock of my surroundings. There was an old green rusted through mail box a little to my left which gave the place an eerie appeal. To my right there were several old broken down houses which looked haunted. The shudders in one broken window clattered to the street with the slight breeze barely missing me. The whole area smelled of cheap wine and cigarettes. I coughed loudly before feeling a sharp pain in my head. That thrice damned faceless man was back... and this time I was wide awake. Damn! I had hoped I was rid of him.
Quiet footsteps in the alley jolted me back to reality and into a fighting position. As a gundam pilot you learn to never be caught off guard. I felt a cold and bony hand on my shoulder and whirled around feeling a cold wind rush past me. "F- Father..? No... no... your dead." I stated. It couldn't be him. He was indeed dead. He had been for some time. He was on that colony that combusted. It was his death which drove me to use the zero system. He had to be dead... didn't he?
"Hello Quatre... it's been a while." His voice sent shivers up my spine and set off warnings somewhere in my head. He shouldn't be here. This shouldn't be happening. What was going on? "I am the one who has been seeking you. For a while now. Unfortunately my search made you ill." Now I knew why his presence was sending off warning bells... he was the one in my dreams who had been strangling me... but why? "Father... why... why would you harm me...?" A sick twisted sadistic smile etched itself across his cursed lips... the lips which, in my youth, had cursed my very existence. "Dearest son... I never meant to hurt you... surely you must believe me..." He stepped slowly forwards. He reeked of beer and marijuana. It brought back lots of memories... horrible memories... memories I had hoped to lose.
Warning bells rang loud and clear in the back of my head again and caused me to back up. He was not going to take advantage of me again. "Please go away father..." I pleaded. I was deadly afraid of him. Of what he could do. Of what he had done in the past. Oh god... but it was my fault wasn't it? God's I would paint it on the wall, that I was the one at fault if he would just go away. I would never fight again. This kind of pain was what resulted from war. "Now Quatre... behave for your father..." He uttered in a slurred voice. He came at me, smelling drunk and wasted. I tried to run but his hands soon found my waist and my head smashed painfully against the cold hard cement. There was a small pin prick in the back of my neck then everything went dark.
pov change
It wasn't until Maxwell showed up that Barton and I realized our mistake. Unfortunately that was not until the next morning. "Fei! Trowa! Get off your damned asses and turn on the fucking T.V!" I, personally did not see what it was that had Maxwell so upset but I did as he told me. I gasped. It was a news report of the untimely death of former gundam pilot zero four. I was wrong as hell about him not getting far. His body was found downtown. Apparently he had been drugged to death. Maxwell crawled into the arms of Yuy who walked through the door at just that moment. It would appear heaven was now missing an angel... and his name was Quatre Raberba Winner.
End of insidious dreams continued in Heaven Is Missing An Angel
