Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chupacabras Synchronicity ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

Quatre watched in stunned disbelief as Heero disappeared from sight. Trowa tugging on his arm finally pushed him into motion and he hurried after the boy, scared and numb. Something in him was screaming, but it was not a part of him. It was external, slightly detached from the rest of the Psionic world, which meant there was only one thing it could be.

Quatre cursed that his friends were all so much taller than he was. His legs were, naturally, shorter, and he couldn't run as fast. Subsequently, he fell behind. By the time he stumbled through the door to his room he was sure Heero would have long since taken care of everything.

Quatre bolted through the doorway before he stopped, dead still, between Trowa and Treize, who seemed as frozen as he was.

The walls were red. Quatre was sure they had not been red when he moved in. He jogged his brain, telling it to work, and it sluggishly responded. No, the room had been beige. All the dorm rooms were beige.

Then the smell reached Quatre. It was the same smell as rotten eggs; when you crack it open and find a dead chick inside. Fetid, like dad fish but not. It made him retch and he was soon looking at his lunch. He was suddenly glad he had not eaten dinner.

Blood.

Slowly lifting his head, Quatre scanned the room, desperately seeking. He found what he was looking for curled up in the far corner, in Heero's lap, head buried in Heero's neck.

"Duo…"

"He's alive," Heero responded coldly, running a possessive hand over the boy's braid. Quatre noticed it was smeared with blood, making Duo's hair look red. The black clothes were soaked as well and Quatre could only assume it was the same sticky substance covering the rest of the room.

"All the blood…"

Heero shook his head and shrugged. Only Duo knew what had happened, and by the pale pallor of the scant bits of skin visible, he certainly wasn't going to be talking any time soon.

"I'll get the others to come and help clean up," Treize whispered, finally coming out of his daze. He nodded at Wufei, who was kneeling beside Trowa, and quickly left, leaving them to talk privately. Quatre was grateful to him for that small concession.

Daring to take a step, Quatre tip toed over the blood smeared floor, marvelling at the sheer amount. It was not enough to fill a human body, sure, but still…! It was everywhere!

"Look," Wufei whispered and Quatre moved to kneel beside the Chinaman, Trowa hovering nearby. Quatre could feel his unease.

Wufei had peeled the collar of Duo's priest garb down to reveal a bite. It was much like that on Trowa's hand, only deeper and wider. As if whatever had done it had finally managed to get a decent hold. The wound was oozing blood from the numerous teeth punctures, and in the middle was a spot as wide as a tongue, still oozing blood around the puckered, cut flesh. Green ooze covered the wound.

Quatre turned his eyes from the mark and caught site of Duo's hand. It too had a mark, much like Trowa's. Again it was deeper and dripping with the green ooze. The tongue sized hole, however, was missing.

The door squeaked. Quatre turned in time to see Milliard hurry in with a needle in hand. Quatre glared at it for a moment before he realised, recognising the substance inside as the venom antidote. Heero recognised it also and allowed the tall blonde to administer the drug.

Taking a look around the room, Milliard nodded to himself before leaving. Apparently Treize had told him what had happened. Quatre just didn't know why Milliard was helping them. He knew the blonde did not like them, and the feeling was in most cases mutual. Still, he wasn't about to argue.

"The markings are different," Wufei said softly, cleaning some of the green ooze from Duo's neck with the edge of his shirt. "I think it poisons with the bite on the hand, then waits until its victim in incapacitated before going in for the kill."

Cold, analytical, never shying from the facts. Good old Wufei. Quatre blanched at the thought. What were they facing and why did it want them dead? Did it really have something to do with their Psionic gifts, or was it something else?

Duo groaned and his head almost slid off Heero's shoulder as his eyes slid open. Quatre winced at the glazed, almost lifeless orbs. He reached out to touch Duo, but came up with nothing, as usual. He no longer had the strength to actually reach Duo, that kind of link requiring the strongest Psionicist you could find. It had been almost impossible before Duo all but destroyed their abilities.

Quatre was, however, able to glean a savage numbness that might account for Duo's lucidity.

"Duo…" Heero whispered so softly Quatre almost didn't hear it. "Duo, what happened?"

Duo didn't reply. None of them had expected him to. He looked at his hand, at the bite there and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. It didn't last long. The effort knocked him unconscious once more.

"I'm taking him to my room," Heero said in a tone that would not be argued with. Quatre noticed Duo looked exceptionally thin all of a sudden…sallow somehow…

"I think…at least some of this is Duo's," Quatre hissed, indicating the blood on the walls. Heero's back stiffened but he didn't say anything more as he carried Duo out of the room and down the hall.

"There's monster slag everywhere too," Trowa added, pointing out several patches of thick, sloppy green gunk.

Monster slag? Quatre barely restrained a giggle. Where had that come from? He didn't care; it had come from Trowa and it was cute!

"This is going to take hours to clean up…" Wufei glared at the wall he had been rubbing his shirt at. There was a small white patch among the red smears and Wufei's shirt was filthy. He was right. Hours.

The door opened and Treize returned with Une. Quatre looked at her, confused, as she scanned the room with a quizzical eye. She seemed to be planning something, though what Quatre had no idea. He was hard pressed figuring out why Treize had bought her at all.

Patience is always rewarded. Une went to stand in the middle of the room and raised her arms to shoulder height, palms down. Quatre felt the pull of electricity that indicated someone was using their Psionic gift and then Une's hands snapped up so the palms faced out and the walls began to drip tears; large pearly drops that snaked their way through the red like crystal rivers. The rivers became torrents until the walls looked like a waterfall. The water washed everything clean, leaving nothing but a very wet floor.

Wufei smiled at the wet floor before moving to stand beside Une. Copying her actions he raised his arms, but kept his palms facing down as fire leapt over the room. Quartre knew it would not burn without Wufei willing it to do so, but it was still disconcerting to be standing in a room full of flames.

When the last flick of fire spluttered and died Quatre breathed a heavy sigh of relief. There was no sign of whatever had taken place. No scent. Quatre thought he might actually get some sleep that night.

"Thank you Une," Wufei nodded to the older girl, who simply nodded in return before leaving them to themselves. Again Quatre couldn't help but find her strange.

"Come on dragon," Treize said as he grabbed Wufei's wrist. "Let's go get some sleep. School in the morning."

Groaning, Wufei followed the man from the room, finally leaving Trowa and Quatre alone.

"Not exactly how I imagine Heero wanted to spend tonight," Trowa mused under his breath as he sat down on his clean and remarkably dry bed.

Quatre smirked, knowing exactly what Trowa meant. But just because Duo couldn't, didn't mean Quatre had the same problem.

Grinning evilly, Quatre locked the door and switched off the light.

End Chapter Three