AC 201 Heero and Wufei are preventors called in for an accident on a sweeper ship captained by Duo. However it was no accident there's a killer on board and it isn't human. If you like suspense and gore you'll like this horror story. (At least I'm hoping to create suspense I believed I managed it.)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters I only get my jollies off on torturing them and my readers with horrible gory stories like the one below. Bandia and a bunch of other rich and talented folk own these characters. Please don't'sue me.
Warnings: Rated R just to be on the safe side contains yaoi, gore and minor amounts of smut.
Secondary warning: I don't think my stories are scary, not to me personally but I have gotten that in my feedback (few as there was but there was some). A kind reviewer wrote to me and said, "don't change your style of writing. It's yours. There are people out there that will appreciate it." I thank that person. So I haven't toned it down or changed how I write but I am giving you fair warning.
Jaaku na Gundam
(English Translation The Evil Gundam)
Chapter 13 Its My FaultWhen Heero woke up he heard voices coming from the other room. He felt disoriented and lightheaded. He raised his right hand and noticed that it was bandaged. That's when it all came back to him.
He sat up and realized that he was wearing shorts and a tee shirt. The smell of Duo's cologne and shampoo surrounded him. He lifted the blanket and buried his face into it breathing deep. He didn't want to move he didn't want this moment to end.
"I see you're up," Sally said stepping into the room with a tray. "How's the neck."
The tray held some warm cereal, juice and coffee. Heero looked at it with disinterest. He wasn't hungry. He tried not to frown at Sally's untimely arrival.
"I don't want that," he rasped out.
His throat felt raw. He reached out and felt bandages there. It was suddenly hard to swallow.
"You do, you're hungry. You're just too shaken up to realize it yet," Sally told him placing the tray on a nearby table.
She walked over and casually started running her hands through his hair, down his neck and shoulders checking his vitals. Heero didn't complain. She slipped a stethoscope into his tee shirt listening to his heart and breathing.
"Breath," she ordered. "Deep breaths."
He did glancing up at her and feeling a sense of relief. He wondered if she missed being with Wufei on missions. He knew Wufei missed her terribly. Without them he would be alone.
"Thank you for everything," he mumbled. He could barely speak above a whisper.
"No, problem," she answered telling Heero he had spoken loud enough. "You really don't have to thank anyone. When Heidi came back with men and equipment they only had to pull you and Duo from the portal. It was halfway open your strength is amazing."
"It wasn't just my strength. It was Duo's," Heero confessed. "If he didn't jump onto the hatch it would have closed. He kept it from closing completely."
He kept it from eating me, he thought. No, he shouldn't think that way. There was a logical reason for what happened.
"When you first came to the preventors Wufei said you and Duo had a falling out," Sally told him. "It seems Duo is ready to make up."
Heero looked at her alarmed. He didn't want to talk about it and break the feeling of euphoria he had found waking up in Duo's bed. Sally stared at him.
"It was all my fault," Heero confessed with a sigh. Sally and Wufei's quiet persistence was hard to fight.
"It takes two to fight."
"It takes one to screw up," Heero growled. His voice was barely a hiss. "Now drop it, Sally."
"Ok," she said retreating from the room. "I'm going to tell the others you're up. Try and eat"
Heero had managed to choke down half the cereal before the others showed up. He realized after one mouthful that he was really hungry only it hurt to swallow. He looked up as Quatre entered the room. Trowa and then Wufei followed him. Heero forced down the urge to ask for Duo.
Quatre plopped himself on the side of the bed. One of his arms was in a sling and his shirt was blood stained. He had changed from the suit he constantly wore to jeans and a shirt. It was the most dressed down outfit Heero had seen him wear. His eyes were red from crying.
Heero glanced at his partner and saw that Wufei was standing near the door. He was frowning at Quatre. He no longer wore his preventor's jacket and his shirt was blood stained and winkled.
Trowa had taken a chair and now sat across from Quatre. His long legs were cross negligently in front of him. His posture was relaxed only his look at Quatre however was not. He too was bloodstained.
They were all bloodstain and tired looking. They were also on edge. They had something on their minds he knew them well enough to know that without asking.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save Mike," Heero told Quatre.
Quatre quickly averted his face. He couldn't hold back his tears. His hands trembled as he brushed them away.
"This is all my fault," he cried. "I kill them and all those other people."
"You could not have known," Trowa told him.
His words were soothing however his look seemed at odds with his soothing words. Heero wasn't sure what Trowa was holding Quatre responsible for, surely not the guards' death? If anything they were all responsible. Duo had warned them that the suit was dangerous.
"It is my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault," Quatre repeated over and over again like a litany. "As surely as I made Zero."
Heero sat there dumbfounded staring at the man. What could he possibly mean? Even in his most distraught mental state Quatre could not have made that suit.
TBC
Comments
Here is a reply to an anonymous reviewer. I have to say that I am sorry I didn't have this option turn off previously for I truly find such reviews amusing. So r here is my response to your questions.
From: r
You might not bite but your crazy, Freddy Kruger, Gundam does.
Thanks since I'm writing horror I take that as a great compliment and beside I r-really like Nightmare on Elm Street.
Are you going to kill Kitty-Kat Quatre?
See he's alive. ( I couldn't answer that before without spoiling things.)
Who is going to be the next to die?
Who—that's singular right?
How are you going to get rid of this monster?
Am I?
Those were great and see this person is still in one piece. ha! So please send more, yeah I know, that's assuming people are reading this. Truly don't be shy I'd like to know if I am reaching my goals. Is it horrifying or weak? Is there enough gore or are you bored? The side plots interesting?
As always I thank those reviewers who have written me. Your comments big and small are greatly appreciated. And of course special kudos to Starshifter, yeah, you know why.