Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood - Wild ❯ Tears, Rain, Terror and Voices. ( Prologue )

Warnings: Nothing really, not yet. This is only a taste. Much confusion, perhaps.

Pairing: … There's hardly any info in this part. Why would I tell you the pairings?

Disclaimer: I don't own the gundam characters or their affiliates and don't make any money off of this fic, so :P

Author's notes: Well. This is the start of a fic to which I only have a very rough outline. I should not have started this fic yet, since Shinigami's Gem still has a lot to type up. But the idea wouldn't piss off, so I had to do it. This one is all thanks to Nanashi Kage Enjeru, and she ought to know what's going on, because the idea is all hers. I was just privileged to have been asked to be the one to write it. Unfortunately, I've gone and lost her e-mail addy like a bit idiot, so, Nanashi, e-mail me!! And tell me if you like how this has started or if it sucks. In fact, that's how it goes for all of you. Tell me what you think.

Prologue: Tears, Rain, Terror and Voices.

He can hear the shouts, loud and corse, and his own panting breath, punctuated by the frenzied beating of his heart. He tries his best to be silent, but there are too many branches to push through, too many dried twigs to avoid standing on. He knows they hear every snap and crack, every rustle and gasp, and surely, surelythey must even hear his heart, pounding and fluttering against his chest.

His family and friends, all of them known and loved, now turned against him, chasing, with the intent to kill. The rain falls all around, lightening flashes and thunder rolls, yet none of those sounds are as frightening as those of the men and hounds behind him. Barking, snapping and slavering for his blood, to see his broken body cast down in the rain, sobbing and pleading for a mercy they will never offer, men and dogs alike. And the hardest question of all to answer is which is the beast, man or dog?

The rain makes the ground slippery and he stumbles, catching himself only barely and running on, ever on, alone and lost and frightened for his life, begging through tears and choking for breath to gods who have shown him no pity at all. And so, so alone, because all those who called him friend and brother and son and cousin, all now lay behind him, lusting for his blood.

Then it happens and he knows he'll never live through this rain-soaked night. His foot catches under an up-lifted root and he falls, sobbing.

Death…

Death…

Nothing but death is left for him!

"Youngling…"

The voice comes to him from far away, but when he looks up, its owner is there, holding out a hand, gloved in… fur? He looks up still further and he knows the face, but he can't seem to find the memory to match it, and surely the voice never had those stripes or those ears…? He frowns, uncertain.

"There's no time. Come!" the voice demands.

He looks over his shoulder and hears the shouts, the death in their voices and the baying of the dogs. There is no choice.

"Come."

But… but… if they all hate him so, how can the voice not? And how can he trust?

"Come! Now!"

There's no choice! He must go, and he takes the hand. He's dragged to his feet and drawn along through the trees, then suddenly, he and the voice are running on all fours, fast and faster.

But it's not enough! The dogs! The dogs! They'll both die out here, he and the voice and there's nothing either of them can do about it.

They're going to die in the rain, red blood to mix with silver rain and diamond tears. Torn apart by dogs and men. The howls rise higher.

Death is nigh.

No!

No!

"No!"

Duo awoke with a shaking gasp for breath, fear tingling in every nerve. He glanced about his familiar room, the grey stone and slender, high windows. His simple sword was propped against the wall and nothing was out of place.

There was no rain, no lightening, no thunder and no voices or baying of hounds…

He sat panting for the longest time, then finally forced himself to lie back down and calm somewhat. The sun had started to rise by the time he slipped back into a restless, broken sleep.

It had seemed so real, but it must have been a dream…

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Author's Notes: Well there you have it. The Prologue. Confused yet? Yeah, me too. ;)