Thank you for reading. I'm rather pleased with this chapter... rather pleased indeed.
He wanted to be free from whatever this place was. He didn't like how dark it was, he didn't like how the voices sounded more and more convincing as they whispered their plans in his ears.
You wont be lonely, we promise.
You wont know what lonliness is...
You'll have us...
They were so tempting, so convincing. He couldn't remember what he'd been, maybe he'd been on of the voices who'd gained a body? Maybe they just wanted him back with them...
"I'll go." He said softly, darkness enveloping his mind quickly.
"Hello?" Heero?" Quatre asked gently as he floated through the wall. He only did this for Heero, remembering the one time he'd come in through the door and the boy had scream and cried.
"Go." Heero's voice croaked. "I wish for none to find me nigh."
"Heero..." The blonde murmured sadly, knowing the boy was crying for some unknown reason again. Was he lonely? Depressed? "Heero... I'm here to give you something." The blonde murmured, knowing Trowa would be very angry about this. But this boy had a right to his memories!
"Something? Is it wither I find folly?" The brunette murmured as he sat up and rubbed at his tear streaked cheeks.
The blonde went over and leaned forwards, murmuring the breaking spell, grabbing Heero's hand for the meltdown he was sure to have once he realized what had happened to him.
When he finished, Heero's eyes slowly became clear and sharp, widening and filling with tears as the flood of memories washed over his mind. He remembered now, he remembered those thoughts that eluded him when he went to the park, knew what those creatures were, how to-
"Why?" He whimpered and looked at Quatre. "Why would you do that to me? WHY?" He screamed and kicked Quatre away, slamming the man into the wall.
The blonde grunted in pain and tried to stand, wincing and holding his ribs. "Trowa and I didn't want you to suffer! Plea-" He choked and gasped as something hot gripped his throat and lifted him from the ground.
Heero's hate-filled gaze peirced his heart and made him feel so guilty, so upset... The darkness was hedging in and his struggles became weaker. "S...sorry..." He whispered as he went limp and the invisible vice-like grip dropped him in a heap.
Heero stood, shaking and angry. "Duo... I need to save Duo..." He whispered and pulled on the most confortable yet sturdy clothing he had, stuffing some extra's he had in a bag and grabbed Quatre's wallet, taking out the credit card and bills before climbing out the window and dropping onto the streets, already formulating a plan on what he would do.
"Sire, I don't wish to-" The man stopped as two angry silver orbs laid on him and the small man stopped speaking, knowing how angry the blonde could get around times like these.
"This is outrageous! One of my top knights, nrealy murdered by that thing?" He shouted and the man grunted as the mirror slammed into his chest. "I want that boy brought to me now! Get to it slave!" The king of Fae spat and the man bowed low before hurrying away.
"Damned rude stupid idiotic..." He grumbled as he moved to his tiny shared quaters and pulled on his human clothes over his pathetic slaves tunic of spider silk and gossamar. "I guess it's fine since I get away from the prick for awhile..." He murmured and floated into the air, smiling when he slave chains on his wrists allowed him to use his magic and he flew up through all of the barriers and seals to the human world.
He marvelled at the tall buildings and large metal things on bad-smelling wheels all around him and wanted to touch it to get a feel for it. His kind always needed to know everything around them...
He smiled and began to wander, his orders fading to the back of his mind as his black eyes glanced around and took in every detail.
Heero sighed as he stepped off of the bus, feeling a little scared. He knew what he was doing, but he kept feeling as though his mother would pop out of somewhere and beat him to death like she'd promised, but then the image of her screaming head on top of her ripped apart body made him queasy.
To occupy himself he began to count all of the money he'd taken from Quatre's bank account and those thugs wallets, pleased at how large the sum was.
Those thugs... Heero stopped and sat at a patio table outside of some cafe. How had he done it? Even Quatre, he'd just... imagined chocking the man and suddenly he was choking and gasping. Those thugs... he'd just thought they were nothing bug disgusting mutts and poof, there were dogs whimpering and running away, leaving their clothes behind. He'd never known he could do something like this.
"You see? That's how nice it is to kiss some one!" Heero giggled, blushing as he watched Beauty and the Beast. He played with the bandages on his wrists and looked up at the shadoowy creature that smiled at him with pretty reddish pruple eyes.
"I think it's weird. Who would want to love a beast?" The shadow's whispery voice echoed around the room and he shrugged.
"I dunno, I'd like the candle man more." He smiled and looked back as they danced, the shadow coming closer to him. "Hey ... can you kiss me?" Heero looked up at the shadow with a faint blush on his face.
The shadow didn't answer, just knelt and pressed his cold lips to Heero's, pushing the boy down and kissing him more and more until the boy was gasping for breath and blushing brightly.
"I love you..." The shadow whispered and Heero smiled, hugging him as tightly as his still healing cuts would allow.
Heero frowned. What had been his friends name? How had an imaginary friend felt so real... Wait.
The asian boy paled. The shadow... he looked like the one's who'd been trying to kill him! But... why had his eyes not been white too? Was he different?
He sighed and leaned onto his arms, whishing that shadow was around still so he could ask him questions... Why did he go away in the first place?
:) I'm hoping you are all happy with where this is going. Sorry that it is not long, but it helps me post faster is that is any consolation.