Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ A Priest called Shinigami ❯ bloody wax ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 3; bloody wax

Heero stiffly woke, sitting up in bed. His icy blue Eyes wide with fright.

`there's someone in the room' he looked around the dark room lit by the moon. The wind was blowing in throw the window wheezing and moving the curtains about in the small room.

He stood and walked slowly to the window over the cold cement floor, his feet making a ripping sound as he went along.

He looked out the window over the hilly tarn and beautiful black, purple sky. He felt a faint chill go up his spin, then he realized he still had no clothing. He shut the window and looked around the room again, scanning of clothing, a pair of jeans and an old black turtle neck lay in the chair.

He was about to move towards it, when his left arm spit out more blood as he felt hot pain serge throw it. He lifted his right arm and took his shoulder in his palm squeezing it gently, the sound of a sponge darning water, filled his ears. He shut his eyes tight as he felt the pain and the blood run down his hand. He opened his eye as some light flickered to his right, he turned his head to see a mirror and his Asian face. His dark hairs played in his dark hallow eyes. He sighed.

`it was nothing.' He told him self. a shadow in the merrier passed behind his reflection, his hair didn't move with the air change as if some one might have walked by, just a shadow of nothing. Heero Spun around scanning the room. Nothing was there. No figure. No shadow. He walked to the chair and cracked his neck, he then slipped in to the clothing. He had to get out of this room.

He took the door handle in to his right hand, stopping before turning it a little. He could her a faint sound.. `The wind..?'

He turned the doorknob to the right, but the Wind through it open almost hitting him in the face.

Heero looked out in to the golden candle lit chapel. A dark figure stood at the halter, in a black trench coat hanging open, a trail of bubbling blood from the foot of the trench coat to the door. Heero could not make out the things face, but the braid gave it away.

The Dark Figure had a hand extend, laughing historically as its squeezed something small that sounded a lot like most bread. Not a minute later, red liquids dripped down from his extend hand on to the steps turning in to steam.

The dark figure turned his head to face Heero, and smiled, waving his left hand at him, he soon led to laughter again.

Heero couldn't do anything but watch with a strait face.

The dark figure, a man, steeped back, reveling a mangled body. Patches of hair were left on the bodies head, blood bubbled from its mouth dripping down it's face to the floor, it's arms where tied, with obvious broken hands and ripped off fingers. Blood soaked and dust stand cloth rapped around its waist, its legs pulled out of there own sockets. A hole in its lower abdomen showed off a lovely display of cords and chunks spilling out, were a stomach might have been if it was not on the ground next to what may have looked once like a human heart.

The dark figure of a man, kicked the contorted body and started to walk away, down to the doors.

The figure stooped at the doors and turned, blowing a kiss to Heero.

"Sleep my Angel." The figure hissed.

Heero Felt tightness close in around his head, passing his skull and to his brain. He felt blood run from his hair line, blinking the blood out of his eyes to let it run down his cheek, over his lips and in to his mouth, when he felt the ground hit his face and smacking his eyes closed.

TBC