Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Harder Beast to Kill ❯ A Harder Beast to Kill 5 ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and I make no money from this or any other story I write. 'My Immortal' isn't mine, either. It belongs to the group Evanescence.
Pairings: 13x5, 2x5
Category: Angst, Songfic
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi, supernatural
Title: A Harder Beast to Kill
Author: yellowhorde
Status: In Progress
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A HARDER BEAST TO KILL
CHAPTER FIVE


Wufei awoke with a strangled gasp from a nightmare he couldn't remember. His heart slammed against his ribcage and his panting breath was very loud in the dark silence of his bedroom. Terror sang through his veins and he expected to see some stealthy assailant with knife in hand coming at him, intent on stealing his life, yet as his ink-black eyes scanned every shadowy corner he saw nothing out of the ordinary, nothing at all.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples and into his eyes, stinging, but he didn't wipe it away. He strained his ears and heard the faint shuffling thud of feet moving along the hardwood floor just outside of his closed bedroom door. Abruptly it stopped. He held his breath and waited, but the sound was not repeated. The silence thickened around him. Slowly, he released his breath in a whistling exhalation. Only then did he realize how tightly clenched his jaw was.

"Duo, is that you?" Wufei pitched his voice in a hoarse stage whisper but received no answer.

Still uneasy, but feeling increasingly foolish, he considered getting up and doing a quick search through the house to ease his troubled mind, but was unable to bring himself to place a single foot over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Childish fears of monsters tripped lightly through his adult mind. This was, of course, ridiculous - there were no such things as monsters - and yet he couldn't make himself move.

Faintly, from out of the darkness came a soft scratching sound, like tiny claws against wood. Wufei tensed violently and his heart leaped to his throat, choking him. The mysterious sound was heard again, louder and closer than before, coming from directly beneath his bed. The rapid pattering of what sounded like tiny feet followed this.

Relief washed over him and he uttered a short shaky laugh. The mystery had been solved.

"Mice." He muttered in disgust. "That's just great. First the A/C breaks and now mice."

Mumbling very unkind things about his landlord, Wufei made a mental note to go to the store in the morning to get some traps. There would be no patient waiting for his landlord to fulfill his end of the renter's agreement this time. He could live without air conditioning. He would not share his home with vermin.

A cool breeze rushed through the room, fluttering the white lace curtains and lifting his hair from his sweaty neck. Wufei went very still and a cold shiver ran up the ladder of his spine. He didn't remember letting his hair down before going to bed and yet he could feel it freely brushing his bronzed shoulders. Another puff of wind caressed him and, as if caught in some slow motion dream, he turned his head towards his bedroom window and found exactly what he expected to.

The window was closed, just as it had been when he had gotten ready for bed.

The wind began to roar and a thousand whispering voices seemed to fill the world. His black hair lashed his face and Wufei felt an invisible hand against his chest, pressing him back against the pillows. A cold, numbing terror spread through his body, freezing the blood in his veins.

Until death, Wufei…

His arms and legs flailed against his unseen assailant but they only sliced through empty air. With a violent tug his sheets and light summer blanket were torn from his body to fall in a jumbled heap at the foot of the bed. Panic seized him and he opened his mouth to scream, to call for help, but no sound came forth.

The phantom voices intensified, cutting through Wufei's mind like scalpels, drawing up wells of blinding pain. He screamed, soundlessly, the tendons of his neck standing out in sharp relief. And as suddenly as it began, the wind and the pressure holding him down against his bed vanished. He laid there, his body wracked by uncontrollable shudders, his harsh gasps burning his throat and lungs. In his mind, the voices began to fade but not without uttering one last cryptic message.

You promised…


TO BE CONTINUED…


I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. But it's getting late and I need to get ready for bed. But it seemed like a good enough place to leave things off, don't you think?