Disclaimer: I own the dreams in this story, the doorways, and the plot; but not Gundam Wing.
Summary: A series of nightmares leads to an interesting obsession. Based off of some real nightmares and other events. Except for the weirder things. Those come from my imagination.
Author: Foxy McGee
Author Notes: Unfortunately most of my stories will be taking a hiatus. I'm not getting a lot of feedback and I'm lacking a drive to continue, right now. They will be finished, though it will be rather slowly. This one will be updated regularly, if I have time. I'm personally in love with this story. Cltcmistress is trying to make me finish the others sooner, so we'll see.
Chapter one's dream was a dream inspired by "Of the room" by Dredg. BUT - it wasa real dream. Usually I listen to Otep while writing the creepy scenes... at night. It's scary. :(
Italics are the dreams.
'thoughts'
He watched as Quatre and Trowa sat talking on the bay window seat across the room from him. The sky beyond was black, harsh, as if nothing existed outside of these walls.
He shuddered slightly.
Behind him was the hallway and a fireplace, to his left a decrepit wooden door, if opened would swing into the fireplace.
'What an odd spot for a fireplace...'
The floorboards beneath his feet appeared neglected and old, as though they were rotting away. Worn to a dusty brown and faded out from years of misuse. Holes and stains covered them and he could almost see what laid below. What could be under there? Waiting for him to fall through?
He turned and watched the empty fireplace and shivered. Empty and black. Things came and went from that darkness, things were in there now, just inside the chimney; slithering and twisting around on themselves.
He turned back to call out for Quatre when he felt it.
Something was slowly coming down the dark hallway. It was headed right for him, with it's sharp teeth and eyeless sight. He didn't need to turn to see it, he'd seen it before. It seemed to take joy in this fact.
It wanted to taste him.
He turned to the others trying to get their attention, but no sound came from his lips. They had to get out, it was going to get them!
It was closer, almost at the end of the hallway. He wanted to move or scream, but he was frozen, his breath frozen in his chest.
He glanced at the front door as something crawled up behind him, just over his left shoulder.
He knew he had to move, to run, but the front door opened into nothingness and behind him it came closer, almost close enough to taste him.
He screamed, no voice leaving his throat and he panicked. He screamed again and again, but no sound left him.
It's breath was tickling the back of his neck now.
It was hungry.
Duo shot up in bed, body wracked in a silent scream as hands clutched and twisted his braid. His knuckles were white from tension and fear and he finally flailed his arms around behind him and grabbed back of his neck. Fingernails bit into his skin as he clawed whatever the thing was away from him. He had to get it away!
He stilled suddenly, letting his arms fall to his sides, as he looked around the room.
'It was a dream...'
He was not surprised to see his door was open, again; darkness beyond.
Duo shuddered and hugged his legs up to him. He knew he closed the door this time, he had double checked. Something was toying with him, something beyond the door.
He heard it then, a small shuffling in the hallway. Quiet, yet deliberate steps.
He made sure to climb off the foot of the bed, where wood met carpet. Just in case something was waiting underneath. It couldn't see him then and yank him under the bed forever.
A hand wandered to the gun on his dresser and he gave it a caress before clicking the safety off and leaning next to the crack in the door.
It was coming closer and he could hear his heart beating in his ears.
'This isn't real. This is a dream.'
He glanced out into the hallway, but only darkness met his vision.
The clock on his dresser read 3 a.m. and he noted it was the witching hour. Time for evil to roam the earth.
The shuffling feet drew closer, dragging slowly through the carpet.
Duo bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut.
'This isn't real.'
He said a quick prayer to a God he didn't believe in, then whirled towards the door, kicking it outwards as if his life depended on this one act; throwing himself into the hallway.
Quatre's body twitched once, twice, then he jerked awake violently, running a hand through his now sweaty hair and he shivered. Something woke him, something horrible. It had screamed in his mind, showing a set of sharp slimy teeth.
As quickly as it had come, the dream faded from his mind.
He glanced at his alarm and noted it was only 3:05.
'It must have been a dream...'
He laid still, straining an ear in the darkness, but no noise came. He was positive there had been a loud crash that caused him to flail awake, but the house was wrapped in an eerie silence and he couldn't help but pull his covers up to his chin, shivering slightly. He knew it was childish, but sometimes the dark bothered him. He wasn't afraid of the dark, not really. He was afraid of what was in the dark.
He knew what was in the dark, he had hunted prey many times himself. He'd also been hunted in the dark and it was something he never wanted to experience again.
Especially with all those teeth.
He briefly thought about checking on the others to see if they were alright, but something kept him pinned to his bed. Something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Fear.