Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Dead Inside ❯ Yume ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't really want to.

Warnings: Extreme gore, future lemon, rape, language, etc. Proceed with caution.

Notes: I normally write plain angst, but this time, I decided to put a twist on my favourite genre of writing. The following fic is a mix of pretty much every horror movie I've ever seen, as well as the product of my twisted little mind hyped up on sugar. The pairing begins as 4x2 and 3x1, but will change.

Soundtrack: Linkin Park - In The End, Finger Eleven - Slow Chemical, Utena OST - Absolute Destiny Apocalypse

Dead Inside

Chapter 2

"Relena..." The voice echoed down the hallway behind the slim brunette. Spinning, Relena's eyes searched the darkness behind her, white nightgown brushing against her legs.

"Wh-Who's there?" She called, balling her hands into fists to stop their trembling when the expected answer did not come.

"Really Relena, what would the public say if they saw you now?" Twisting again, the girl backed up against the wall, eyes darting back and forth in an effort to see who was taunting her. "You certainly couldn't convince me that you're the Vice Foreign Minister. You're just a teenage girl." The wall behind Relena fell away, but two stable hands caught her as she flailed for air.

"Who-Who are you?!" She tried to steel her voice in an effort to be strong, a false facade to hide her terror. The words came out as a weak whisper. One hand released the minister's arm, but the other banded around her waist as cool fingers slid along her cheek, bringing with them the reek of death.

"Don't you recognize me, Relena?" The fingers tightened cruelly on her chin, twisting her head around to face the spectral mask of death. One eye gruesomely clawed out, the other; a knife protruding from the socket. Clotted blood trailed from slack lips that hung improperly on a shattered jaw in a parody of a smile.

Too afraid to make a sound, Relena simply stared at the horrific visage, eyes wide and glassy with shock. The doppelganger smiled, or tried to, blood spilling from it's savaged mouth onto the girl's body as it reached up and withdrew the knife from its eye, steel grating on bone. Relena screamed, shaking her head frantically as she pleaded with the dead man, tears spilling from her eyes and wetting her nightgown. Quatre released her waist, brushing hair from her face.

"Oyasumi, Relena." The knife came down. Blood transformed the garment she wore into crimson silk.

Relena woke, gasping for breath as her hands clawed frantically at her neck, tearing at the hem of her nightgown, trying to assure herself that she was indeed still alive. The bedclothes stuck to her body like shroud, pasted there by a cold sweat. Bringing her hands out in front of her, she stared at them, almost seeing the blood that would be there had the knife been real.

With a cry of despair, she buried he face in those hands, sobbing hysterically and waking her roommate with her wails.

Cat-like blue eyes shot open, hand going for the gun under her pillow as Dorothy shot upright before the blonde relaxed, realizing that Relena was okay. "Relena-san? Daijoubu?"

Tearful blue eyes turned to her bodyguard before Relena flung herself at Dorothy, clinging to the other girl. Dorothy blinked, staring at the usually calm girl clinging to her, then wrapped her arms around Relena to calm the brunette. Flattening her hands on Relena's back, the blonde's eyes widened as her hand landed on a hot, wet patch that was spreading across the minister's back. Drawing away, Dorothy lifted her hand into the light from the window, face paling. "Relena-san... You're bleeding!" Blue eyes met in silent horror, before Relena's eyes rolled back in her head.

~*~

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are…" A small giggle followed the softly murmured line before the singer continued. "Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky… Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are…" The brunette laughed again, before turning away from the open window.

Duo's eyes took in the quickly cleaned room, noting the dark stains on the floor where the blood couldn't be bleached out of the wood, the faint rose streaks on the white wallpaper and lacquered bed that no amount of scrubbing would wash away. The room stank of death. With a sigh, he moved over to the bed, one long fingered hand running over the white coverlet and new mattress.

"How pitiful…" Duo's finger's twisted in the fabric, plucking the perfectly made bedding and loosening it, wrinkles marring the surface. "Quatre's dead, which means we're all dead. Can't they see the logic?" An amused smile tilted Duo's lips upward. "Right, Quatre? You're dead." The brunette turned, eyes lighting up with mischievous glee before his hand curled into a fist, ripping the bedding off of the mattress. Snow-white linen fell to his feet in a mound before being scattered across the room by Duo. Swiping a crisp sheet off the floor, he slung it around himself like a shawl, cooing coquettishly in a Southern drawl. "Why no Quatre, you can't kiss me!" Duo paused, then giggled. "Cause you're DEAD, silly!"

As soon as his mood had lightened, it changed again, rage blanking the teen's expression as his violet eyes grew cold and hard. "I wasn't good enough for you, was I? That's why you did it. Fucking kokoro no uchuu. You were nothing but a rich kid with a stick up his ass!" Duo's hands tightened in the fabric, threads snapping just before the fabric tore. Unwrapping himself, the American attacked the cloth with teeth and fingers, destroying the work of one of the other pilots who'd done this as an act of closure. Strips of the linen fluttered to the floor like wounded birds, then were scooped up again and torn into smaller pieces, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Duo screamed with each tear, then collapsed on the floor, panting.

"I hope you burn in hell!" Tears rose in Duo's eyes and once again his fingers clenched, clutching the scraps of fabric to his chest as he fought exhaustion and lack of oxygen. "Fuck."

~*~

Voices downstairs woke the brunette up, violet eyes snapping open before being shut again as Duo's body protested the awkward position he'd fallen asleep in. Unable to move his cramped muscles, he shut his eyes again, trying to block the yelling and go back to sleep.

"Damn it Heero, we don't need three dead bodies! Not after-"

"Urusei. I failed in my mission, therefore I must pay the penalty."

"What penalty!? It wasn't your fault Relena was killed!" Lavendar eyes shot open again. Dead. Relena. The two ideas didn't work with each other in Duo's sleep fogged mind, but then again, neither did Quatre and death, as his heart reminded him. "Dorothy was in the same room Heero. She wasn't even woken up! What do you think you could have accomplished?!" Duo blinked, already knowing how she died. Stabbed in the back. Bled to death. Died in her lover's-Dorothy's-arms. Glancing up, the American smiled at the spectre that leaned on the wall.

"One down, a couple of Gundam pilots and peace advocates to go, ne Quatre?"