Okay people, I promise you this chapter will catch your attention more than
the last one did. I can bet money on it (nobody will get my money!) And I
once again must warn those who have weak stomachs, don't read! I must warn
Wu fei, Quatre, and Trowa lovers to not read either. On with the chapter...
(I hate to make that announcement... \/.\/' *sigh* Mega violence, oh how
cruel is my mind going to get?)
(Congratulations for my tenth reviewer, Queen Piscies!)
*I don't believe in disclaimers
Chapter 11: To Be Heroic Is To Die, To Run Is To Face Guilt
Quatre looked out from where he was standing on the pavement in the ominous shadow of the building. Usagi was standing in a graceful ballroom dress, hand outstretched to Wu fei, the other at her side. She looked to be offering a hand to him, such as to an agreement. Her lips were moving but he could hear nothing. Nothing was what he heard when he stepped from the door.
His ears were singing the song that they sing when there is nothing for them to hear. He could see the wind blowing the grass but he could not hear it in his ears. He could hear past the song of his ear, he could hear his heart pumping blood through his body.
~With Wu fei~
Usagi held her hand out to him in sincerity. "Bring me the perfect soldier, Hiiro Yuy. Wu fei, if you help me, I can make you the strongest person alive. I can make you well known throughout the universe. I can give you so much."
Wu fei began to look around frantically. He shouldn't be scared, yet he ignored the instinct telling him: You can't do it! She's to strong! You don't know what you're getting into! Stop it now!
"Wu fei," she said seeing he was having trouble, seeing that her next words could bring him to her at the whim of her hand, "Wu fei," pausing, she let the tension build up in the atmosphere, "I can give you back your fiancé."
He began to swell up with worry and fury; no one would make a fool of him, no one would insult Meiran that way. She was gone and her spirit at rest, to rouse her spirit would displace her in the skies. He could recall her fine hair that always smelled of vanilla, her thin and mischievous eyes of black. He recalled their first kiss...
He grabbed his katana from his sheath. He would not let this thing harm Usagi; he would not let it disturb Meiran's soul. If he stabbed her and wounded her enough, the demon would leave because her body could not support it any more, and he could proceed to help her to the hospital ward...fast.
Wu fei began to charge through the room full of people towards the black oil-looking liquid that protruded through the pupil of her eyes.
"I will not let you harm her!" Wu fei screamed as he began to run, sword at hand, towards her.
"FOOL!" She screamed as he took the charge. "You can never go back now! You've gone too far this time; you've chosen wrong Wu fei!"
It was no longer her voice.
~With Quatre~
Quatre began to look on the events in horror. His mouth was opened wide in awe. He witnessed as Wu fei ran up to her and was taken aback as the coal- colored liquid began to lift him from the ground by his throat, his feet slowly departing from the ground, his heels began to lift, then his toes began to hang in midair. He struggled, legs kicking wildly like a helpless animal... or a man being hanged. He was sure that if there was sound, he would hear Wu fei's pained screams and pleas. He was sure that if sound were able to carry his voice, it would have hung in the air for all to hear, but sound wasn't letting that happen... In the next minute, his great effort began to slow down; he began to lose strength in his arms and muscles, ever going slower... time was trying to prolong his death, as if to savor it.
Then, his katana dropped to the ground as he gave up struggling to live. His hand dropped from trying to pry the thing from his neck, he was tossed lifelessly on the ground as if he were garbage, head lolling and eyes staring. His neck and hands looked burnt where the thing had touched.
Quatre looked on in terror and shock. He was too stunned to even move. The dress began to disappear from her leaving her bare skin open for the world to see, not that he hadn't seen her before. He looked around to see if there was anyone who could help him.
No one was there.
He stood astonished; the black liquid then began to vacate into her eyes once more. She then looked down, indisputably sorry. Now that it was over, sound willed to be heard once more.
Even from the distance he was at, he took notice of her mutter under her breath, 'fool.' It had a mourning and bitter sound to it. Quatre stood, rooted like a brilliant grand oak with shining green leaves in the middle of spring... rooted to the spot.
He saw a tear leak unhurriedly from her eye and down her face to her breast before she turned her attention to him. He stared straight into her innocent looking crystalline blue eyes, but they weren't that innocent.
An image passed through his mind's eye. Earth was burning to crisp and erupting lava to the surface world where it could wreak havoc, the once green land now molten rock. He forced the image from his head.
"You will not help me either Quatre?" She demanded as her voice echoed all around him as if coming from the sky itself. He shook his head; he wouldn't help a monstrous thing such as her even if he didn't know what she was asking. "So be it. Your fate is sealed as so to Wu fei's."
She turned to face him, keeping eye contact as she did so. He heard a choking sound come from her before she grabbed her throat in aching pain, but a smile was playing on her lips. Then is when it came, the true extent to the blackness. The skies of Earth began to get dark. He looked up in surprise then quickly back down to her. The grass was almost a sinister and dying green in the shadow of the dark cloud, the atmosphere itself seemed engulfed and thrown to the side and replaced by a fighting and tense mood.
The black oil substance was leaking from her mouth, the iris and pupil of her eye, then her nostrils, until it finally seemed to be coming from the pours of her skin. An immense cloud of it began to form overhead and then it stopped protruding when he could no longer see but a bit of the sky. It was swirling in the sky in an immense circle.
He shook his head, this couldn't be happening. This wasn't real... could it be?
She raised her hand above her head and spread her fingers far apart; she then brought her hand rapidly downward, with a sinister gleam in her eye, to her feet in a fluent motion all the while keeping her eyes on his.
She was almost hypnotizing him.
The big black cloud then came down as if alive aiming for Quatre. He looked up breaking eye contact with her. The cloud kept coming and coming as he waited for it to collide with him. Then she stood up with a pleased smile.
"Good riddance." she said, her voice again echoing, and with the sound of fulfillment.
He snapped at the sound of her echoing voice and began to run inside the building, his heart pounding blood through his ears. He began to run as the blackness smashed through the glass doors, beating and overwhelming the white hallway in a searching attempt to find him.
He took a chance glance behind him, everything the sloshing liquid touched turned brown and withered the walls, the floor, and the lights. Perhaps Wu fei could have survived if it weren't for the brown and brunt spots on him.
'Maybe Wu fei could have lived if I intervened...' he thought, blaming it on himself. He felt an utter loss at the feeling he got of the memory. He felt guilty, but he did not let this affect his running from the enormous splattering substance. 'I'm almost to the room. I hope I can make it! Help me Sand Rock '
The door came into view as he passed a boy in the hall, he was walking with his back to Quatre, there was nothing he could do, and to stop was to die. He would serve to help others alive...
He could hear the pained screams of the boy as he was engulfed by the black, darkness. He could only imagine the thing killing him and burning his flesh slowly as if to torture. The boy did not deserve it but he could do nothing now.
He reached the door which behind it would be Duo, Trowa, and Hiiro. He burst in breathing heavily.
"What's wrong?" Trowa asked looking at Quatre's wrought face.
He didn't answer, he just stood there catching his breath for a mere five seconds before the grease-like stuff came stretching passed the door turning the floor and the door pane brown; it was stretching itself from all the way outside.
It then began to stop stretching and began going cautiously for Quatre, oh so slowly as if treasuring the moment. Quatre still had his back turned gasping for breath and his throat feeling cold and dry, he was sure it would appear white if he looked in a mirror. The thing cared not if its victim was helpless and tattered by now; it only carried the will of the body it came from.
Duo sprang forth, being closest to the door, and shut it tightly smashing it into the thing.
"What the hell was that thing?!" He asked stepping back from the door and patting Quatre on the back as if to help him catch up for all the oxygen lost.
"It-" he paused sucking in air and holding the stitch in his side to console it, "Usagi." He paused looking at Hiiro; he found it hard to tell what he saw, so he just left it out and decided to continue, taking in another sharp intake of air, "Wu fei is dead. We're next with the whole camp if we don't get out of here."
Hiiro stood up and grabbed his gun heading towards the door.
"What are you doing?" Trowa demanded. "That thing could still be behind the door and you're going to stick you're head out to look?"
"It could have burned its way through the door by now if it wanted." He said twisting the knob and throwing the door open.
It wasn't there; Hiiro heaved a sigh of relief and went to get his lap top. Duo began to stand next to him ranting.
"Are you nuts? If we go that way we could surly get killed!" He said.
Trowa put a hand on Duo's shoulder and jabbed his thumb towards the window. Duo went to look and saw the threatening color of the sky; it was all out there too, imitating clouds almost. Quatre stood straight up now that his breath had caught up to his lungs.
"What are we going to do?!" He said leaning against the door pane while Hiiro began to pack extra bullets.
"We are going to run, we can't fight it, we'll have to kill its origin, or blow it up." Hiiro said with an agitated expression, as if it might be hard to find whatever the origin was.
A cruel laugh erupted from Quatre's vocal cords, "You don't realize what you're saying Hiiro!" he said laughing after the last word with a smile that was too cruel to be on his face. "Oh, to see it come from her skin! To see her bleed all the killing solution! To see her bleed poison that could wipe the entire earth to burning rubble!" He then paused and started to laugh at his own words.
Hiiro grabbed Quatre's collar. "Oh! How it was to see Wu fei strangle! To see his body flail! To stand there and feel as helpless as a puppy! I joined the war to make that feeling subside, but has only resurfaced!" His face became mixed with tears and laughter; it became apparent that his tears were of desperation.
He let go of Quatre's collar, "Get a hold of yourself. We don't need you in this condition." Hiiro said.
"Everything's going to be all right." Duo said walking towards Quatre who stood in the middle of the door way. Then he saw something by his foot.
Trowa must have seen it too, "Move, Quatre!" He demanded with urgency in his voice.
He only stood there in bewilderment. Then something burning grabbed his foot and tripped him. The floor began to burn even more where the liquid had touched it previously. Quatre began to plea and turned to hit the thing as hard as he could; only wounding his hands to bloody bone.
"Run! Get out of here while you can! I will not die uselessly!" (AN: Corny, ne?)
Duo began to grab Quatre's wrist in an attempt to save him, or what was left of him. Quatre used what remained of his strength to shake off Duo.
Duo looked back at him helplessly. Trowa grabbed Duo's shoulder and jerked him away and running down the hall with Hiiro on their heels. He turned with that last image in his head of Quatre. The last thing he would ever remember of Quatre would be what he saw of that bloody scene.
Now all he could do was flee from the thing for his life instead of Quatre's.
Hiiro was running his fingers along the wall, he was looking for something. His fingers were rough and calloused from where they worked so much. Against the wall, they sounded like paper rubbing against velvet. Then his eyes grew wide, and he began to aim his gun at the wall.
With a disquieting crack, the wall began to swing open. Hiiro began to run through it, Trowa and Duo began to quickly follow suit. The blackness was finished devouring Quatre and was in quick pursuit.
Duo slammed the door. "My freakin' heart is about to pound out of my chest!" he screamed following them up the stairs.
"Well, it's better to let it pound out of your body than to let that thing get a hold of it." Hiiro stated over his shoulder with no emotion of fear what so ever.
They were running so fast it seemed like they had only been running for a couple of minutes and had lost the awful creature. Hiiro could see a door in the dimly lit stone stair way. He motioned for the others to quiet their breathing so they could enter silently.
They began to stalk their way into the now-deserted factory, shutting the door behind them. The reason why it was empty? They had no clue. They only knew it would be easier to formulate a plan in here, in silence. It was brightly lit by lights and the floor was slick and empty of even dirt.
Trowa gave a sharp groan behind Hiiro and Duo. When they looked back, they were appalled.
A long spike had been forced through Trowa's stomach formed of the same thing that the blackness had been made of. He was staring down at it but he quickly took action and pulled the thing from his gut throwing it to the ground far away from him.
A charred hole lay through him; he was gasping for breath and dared not make a sound. He quickly stumbled for a wall to slide to the floor with and fell to the nearest one grasping his stomach, when he looked up, his eyes grew wide.
A barrage of the same kind of spikes pinned him to the wall next to his face and arms. He flinched not once, for he had had knives thrown at him in the circus. But the things began to pull apart and cover his whole body smoldering his flesh as the blackness had done to Quatre. He took his last chance and breath to signal to them to look over their shoulders. They were never to see Trowa's face again.
Duo dug the half-moon circles of his nail so far in his hand that he began to bleed. With a single sparkling tear of angst rolling down his cheek, he began to look behind himself with Hiiro doing the same.
There stood Usagi.
Okay people! I hope your hanging on the end of your seats! Now, I need an opinion, do I re-rate my book to R? Send me 10 reviews telling me what the rating should be now that I have so much violence. And, hey, if you want to, you can give me reviews telling me how mean I am for killing everyone! (almost everyone anyways)
(Congratulations for my tenth reviewer, Queen Piscies!)
*I don't believe in disclaimers
Chapter 11: To Be Heroic Is To Die, To Run Is To Face Guilt
Quatre looked out from where he was standing on the pavement in the ominous shadow of the building. Usagi was standing in a graceful ballroom dress, hand outstretched to Wu fei, the other at her side. She looked to be offering a hand to him, such as to an agreement. Her lips were moving but he could hear nothing. Nothing was what he heard when he stepped from the door.
His ears were singing the song that they sing when there is nothing for them to hear. He could see the wind blowing the grass but he could not hear it in his ears. He could hear past the song of his ear, he could hear his heart pumping blood through his body.
~With Wu fei~
Usagi held her hand out to him in sincerity. "Bring me the perfect soldier, Hiiro Yuy. Wu fei, if you help me, I can make you the strongest person alive. I can make you well known throughout the universe. I can give you so much."
Wu fei began to look around frantically. He shouldn't be scared, yet he ignored the instinct telling him: You can't do it! She's to strong! You don't know what you're getting into! Stop it now!
"Wu fei," she said seeing he was having trouble, seeing that her next words could bring him to her at the whim of her hand, "Wu fei," pausing, she let the tension build up in the atmosphere, "I can give you back your fiancé."
He began to swell up with worry and fury; no one would make a fool of him, no one would insult Meiran that way. She was gone and her spirit at rest, to rouse her spirit would displace her in the skies. He could recall her fine hair that always smelled of vanilla, her thin and mischievous eyes of black. He recalled their first kiss...
He grabbed his katana from his sheath. He would not let this thing harm Usagi; he would not let it disturb Meiran's soul. If he stabbed her and wounded her enough, the demon would leave because her body could not support it any more, and he could proceed to help her to the hospital ward...fast.
Wu fei began to charge through the room full of people towards the black oil-looking liquid that protruded through the pupil of her eyes.
"I will not let you harm her!" Wu fei screamed as he began to run, sword at hand, towards her.
"FOOL!" She screamed as he took the charge. "You can never go back now! You've gone too far this time; you've chosen wrong Wu fei!"
It was no longer her voice.
~With Quatre~
Quatre began to look on the events in horror. His mouth was opened wide in awe. He witnessed as Wu fei ran up to her and was taken aback as the coal- colored liquid began to lift him from the ground by his throat, his feet slowly departing from the ground, his heels began to lift, then his toes began to hang in midair. He struggled, legs kicking wildly like a helpless animal... or a man being hanged. He was sure that if there was sound, he would hear Wu fei's pained screams and pleas. He was sure that if sound were able to carry his voice, it would have hung in the air for all to hear, but sound wasn't letting that happen... In the next minute, his great effort began to slow down; he began to lose strength in his arms and muscles, ever going slower... time was trying to prolong his death, as if to savor it.
Then, his katana dropped to the ground as he gave up struggling to live. His hand dropped from trying to pry the thing from his neck, he was tossed lifelessly on the ground as if he were garbage, head lolling and eyes staring. His neck and hands looked burnt where the thing had touched.
Quatre looked on in terror and shock. He was too stunned to even move. The dress began to disappear from her leaving her bare skin open for the world to see, not that he hadn't seen her before. He looked around to see if there was anyone who could help him.
No one was there.
He stood astonished; the black liquid then began to vacate into her eyes once more. She then looked down, indisputably sorry. Now that it was over, sound willed to be heard once more.
Even from the distance he was at, he took notice of her mutter under her breath, 'fool.' It had a mourning and bitter sound to it. Quatre stood, rooted like a brilliant grand oak with shining green leaves in the middle of spring... rooted to the spot.
He saw a tear leak unhurriedly from her eye and down her face to her breast before she turned her attention to him. He stared straight into her innocent looking crystalline blue eyes, but they weren't that innocent.
An image passed through his mind's eye. Earth was burning to crisp and erupting lava to the surface world where it could wreak havoc, the once green land now molten rock. He forced the image from his head.
"You will not help me either Quatre?" She demanded as her voice echoed all around him as if coming from the sky itself. He shook his head; he wouldn't help a monstrous thing such as her even if he didn't know what she was asking. "So be it. Your fate is sealed as so to Wu fei's."
She turned to face him, keeping eye contact as she did so. He heard a choking sound come from her before she grabbed her throat in aching pain, but a smile was playing on her lips. Then is when it came, the true extent to the blackness. The skies of Earth began to get dark. He looked up in surprise then quickly back down to her. The grass was almost a sinister and dying green in the shadow of the dark cloud, the atmosphere itself seemed engulfed and thrown to the side and replaced by a fighting and tense mood.
The black oil substance was leaking from her mouth, the iris and pupil of her eye, then her nostrils, until it finally seemed to be coming from the pours of her skin. An immense cloud of it began to form overhead and then it stopped protruding when he could no longer see but a bit of the sky. It was swirling in the sky in an immense circle.
He shook his head, this couldn't be happening. This wasn't real... could it be?
She raised her hand above her head and spread her fingers far apart; she then brought her hand rapidly downward, with a sinister gleam in her eye, to her feet in a fluent motion all the while keeping her eyes on his.
She was almost hypnotizing him.
The big black cloud then came down as if alive aiming for Quatre. He looked up breaking eye contact with her. The cloud kept coming and coming as he waited for it to collide with him. Then she stood up with a pleased smile.
"Good riddance." she said, her voice again echoing, and with the sound of fulfillment.
He snapped at the sound of her echoing voice and began to run inside the building, his heart pounding blood through his ears. He began to run as the blackness smashed through the glass doors, beating and overwhelming the white hallway in a searching attempt to find him.
He took a chance glance behind him, everything the sloshing liquid touched turned brown and withered the walls, the floor, and the lights. Perhaps Wu fei could have survived if it weren't for the brown and brunt spots on him.
'Maybe Wu fei could have lived if I intervened...' he thought, blaming it on himself. He felt an utter loss at the feeling he got of the memory. He felt guilty, but he did not let this affect his running from the enormous splattering substance. 'I'm almost to the room. I hope I can make it! Help me Sand Rock '
The door came into view as he passed a boy in the hall, he was walking with his back to Quatre, there was nothing he could do, and to stop was to die. He would serve to help others alive...
He could hear the pained screams of the boy as he was engulfed by the black, darkness. He could only imagine the thing killing him and burning his flesh slowly as if to torture. The boy did not deserve it but he could do nothing now.
He reached the door which behind it would be Duo, Trowa, and Hiiro. He burst in breathing heavily.
"What's wrong?" Trowa asked looking at Quatre's wrought face.
He didn't answer, he just stood there catching his breath for a mere five seconds before the grease-like stuff came stretching passed the door turning the floor and the door pane brown; it was stretching itself from all the way outside.
It then began to stop stretching and began going cautiously for Quatre, oh so slowly as if treasuring the moment. Quatre still had his back turned gasping for breath and his throat feeling cold and dry, he was sure it would appear white if he looked in a mirror. The thing cared not if its victim was helpless and tattered by now; it only carried the will of the body it came from.
Duo sprang forth, being closest to the door, and shut it tightly smashing it into the thing.
"What the hell was that thing?!" He asked stepping back from the door and patting Quatre on the back as if to help him catch up for all the oxygen lost.
"It-" he paused sucking in air and holding the stitch in his side to console it, "Usagi." He paused looking at Hiiro; he found it hard to tell what he saw, so he just left it out and decided to continue, taking in another sharp intake of air, "Wu fei is dead. We're next with the whole camp if we don't get out of here."
Hiiro stood up and grabbed his gun heading towards the door.
"What are you doing?" Trowa demanded. "That thing could still be behind the door and you're going to stick you're head out to look?"
"It could have burned its way through the door by now if it wanted." He said twisting the knob and throwing the door open.
It wasn't there; Hiiro heaved a sigh of relief and went to get his lap top. Duo began to stand next to him ranting.
"Are you nuts? If we go that way we could surly get killed!" He said.
Trowa put a hand on Duo's shoulder and jabbed his thumb towards the window. Duo went to look and saw the threatening color of the sky; it was all out there too, imitating clouds almost. Quatre stood straight up now that his breath had caught up to his lungs.
"What are we going to do?!" He said leaning against the door pane while Hiiro began to pack extra bullets.
"We are going to run, we can't fight it, we'll have to kill its origin, or blow it up." Hiiro said with an agitated expression, as if it might be hard to find whatever the origin was.
A cruel laugh erupted from Quatre's vocal cords, "You don't realize what you're saying Hiiro!" he said laughing after the last word with a smile that was too cruel to be on his face. "Oh, to see it come from her skin! To see her bleed all the killing solution! To see her bleed poison that could wipe the entire earth to burning rubble!" He then paused and started to laugh at his own words.
Hiiro grabbed Quatre's collar. "Oh! How it was to see Wu fei strangle! To see his body flail! To stand there and feel as helpless as a puppy! I joined the war to make that feeling subside, but has only resurfaced!" His face became mixed with tears and laughter; it became apparent that his tears were of desperation.
He let go of Quatre's collar, "Get a hold of yourself. We don't need you in this condition." Hiiro said.
"Everything's going to be all right." Duo said walking towards Quatre who stood in the middle of the door way. Then he saw something by his foot.
Trowa must have seen it too, "Move, Quatre!" He demanded with urgency in his voice.
He only stood there in bewilderment. Then something burning grabbed his foot and tripped him. The floor began to burn even more where the liquid had touched it previously. Quatre began to plea and turned to hit the thing as hard as he could; only wounding his hands to bloody bone.
"Run! Get out of here while you can! I will not die uselessly!" (AN: Corny, ne?)
Duo began to grab Quatre's wrist in an attempt to save him, or what was left of him. Quatre used what remained of his strength to shake off Duo.
Duo looked back at him helplessly. Trowa grabbed Duo's shoulder and jerked him away and running down the hall with Hiiro on their heels. He turned with that last image in his head of Quatre. The last thing he would ever remember of Quatre would be what he saw of that bloody scene.
Now all he could do was flee from the thing for his life instead of Quatre's.
Hiiro was running his fingers along the wall, he was looking for something. His fingers were rough and calloused from where they worked so much. Against the wall, they sounded like paper rubbing against velvet. Then his eyes grew wide, and he began to aim his gun at the wall.
With a disquieting crack, the wall began to swing open. Hiiro began to run through it, Trowa and Duo began to quickly follow suit. The blackness was finished devouring Quatre and was in quick pursuit.
Duo slammed the door. "My freakin' heart is about to pound out of my chest!" he screamed following them up the stairs.
"Well, it's better to let it pound out of your body than to let that thing get a hold of it." Hiiro stated over his shoulder with no emotion of fear what so ever.
They were running so fast it seemed like they had only been running for a couple of minutes and had lost the awful creature. Hiiro could see a door in the dimly lit stone stair way. He motioned for the others to quiet their breathing so they could enter silently.
They began to stalk their way into the now-deserted factory, shutting the door behind them. The reason why it was empty? They had no clue. They only knew it would be easier to formulate a plan in here, in silence. It was brightly lit by lights and the floor was slick and empty of even dirt.
Trowa gave a sharp groan behind Hiiro and Duo. When they looked back, they were appalled.
A long spike had been forced through Trowa's stomach formed of the same thing that the blackness had been made of. He was staring down at it but he quickly took action and pulled the thing from his gut throwing it to the ground far away from him.
A charred hole lay through him; he was gasping for breath and dared not make a sound. He quickly stumbled for a wall to slide to the floor with and fell to the nearest one grasping his stomach, when he looked up, his eyes grew wide.
A barrage of the same kind of spikes pinned him to the wall next to his face and arms. He flinched not once, for he had had knives thrown at him in the circus. But the things began to pull apart and cover his whole body smoldering his flesh as the blackness had done to Quatre. He took his last chance and breath to signal to them to look over their shoulders. They were never to see Trowa's face again.
Duo dug the half-moon circles of his nail so far in his hand that he began to bleed. With a single sparkling tear of angst rolling down his cheek, he began to look behind himself with Hiiro doing the same.
There stood Usagi.
Okay people! I hope your hanging on the end of your seats! Now, I need an opinion, do I re-rate my book to R? Send me 10 reviews telling me what the rating should be now that I have so much violence. And, hey, if you want to, you can give me reviews telling me how mean I am for killing everyone! (almost everyone anyways)