Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ DrEAM AiD ❯ ConTroL ThE pAsT ( Chapter 2 )

NeeDiN a LiTTle

DreAm AiD by HatE DepT

Fuck the fuckin shit ahh I love the word fuck today…well every fuckin day, but I feel like using it all crazy TaDay…FucKin SpUnDaY

SaME oLd FuckIn WaRNinGs an ShiT… ThiS ChaP GeTs A BiT GrAFfIC (****) MeanS DreAM…..GooD FuCkEn TimEs

JaY….PrETtY ToY has The DuO's AnD HeEro's RolEs ReveRsEd…ThaT ONEs FuckEd Up ThOUgh…ThErE'S a FuCkiN ShoCkEr….RoMAnCe…hMM….I DoN't do AlL ThaT HaRlEQuIn RoManCe CraP…I dO MoRE StAb Ya In The HeArt anD TwisT LovE…I DoN'T PlaN ShiT ouT…JuSt WrITe WHAtEvER my MuSe WanTS…We'LL See…

FaItH….ThanKs FoR diGgIN my ShiT…AnD DoN't WoRrY ThErE IS alWays MoRe…HeH

D: Dude will you shut the fuck up

HD: fuck you I'm tryin to explain some shit

D: no one gives a shit

HD: well, I thought the readers might want to know…

D: what fuckin readers

HD: I fuckin hate you

D: I hate you more

HD: nuh-uh

H: Children…shut the hell up and get on with it….

Ch 2 ConTrOl ThE PaSt

For some reason he looked as big as the H2 as he stalked towards me eyes ablaze with molten rage. The guy yelling next to me about his soda was quiet as he followed my view. I heard his words.

"Shit man, he looks like his gonna kick your ass." The worst thing was that I think the guy was right. I wasn't about to find out. I took off down the block still trying to get a cab. I turned to see the guy was running after me. What was his problem, he started it. I was so fucken tiered, but if I stopped running I was gonna be hurting way more than what I was.

"What is it with you man. Are you fucken crazy?" I yelled to him. His response was to run faster. He was making good time too, he was almost on me. I yelled still trying to get a cab. I saw one stopped at a light ahead and jumped in throwing the envelope in the seat next to me.

"Hey I'm off duty man."

"I know but I got some psycho chasing me. Come on man I got 50 bucks that says you'll fucken go."

"All..." The door flew open just as the driver agreed and the fuckin freak pulled me out of the cab and threw me on the sidewalk. I lay there with him glaring down at me.

"Why did you do that?"

"You gotta be fucken kidding me. You just chased me like 5 blocks to ask me why I threw a can of pop at your fucken car. Well," I said standing up brushing myself off. "Because you got me soak and fucken wet with some cold ass dirty water since you had to take that damn corner so fucken fast."

"You shouldn't of been so close to the curb." He said glare intensifying. I took a step closer to him.

"You shouldn't of taken the turn so fast. Obviously whatever you have to do must not be that damn important if you got time to chase someone down." I went to grab a smoke and found the pack sopping. I threw it in the guys face while saying, "You're a fucken dick, man."

The pack hit him in the nose and I would of laughed if he hadn't punched me. Of course, he had to hit the cheek I got a bruise on from the damn air bag. I stumbled back barley staying on my feet. I looked up at him rubbing my cheek. He was walking away from me.

"Hope we don't meet again." He said with his back to me.

"I've been hoping you'd die since I first saw your fucken stupid ass h2, you fucken dickass." He keep walking. I grumbled under my breath as I got in the cab. I gave the guy the 50 I had promised and he took me to my place. I was glad he stayed cause I would of been real pissed if I lost the envelope.

The cabby was smart and didn't say a word to me even as I got out. I reached for my phone as I walked towards the door pulling out pieces of it. I tell you I was so ready to give up. My finger rang the apartment buzzer.

"Who is it." Wufei sounded like he just woke up and I almost smiled...almost.

"Just let me in." I heard the door buzz and went up the stairs to our apartment. Wufei was holding the door open and staring at me mouth agape.

"Don't say anything." I held up my hand dropping my wallet and the envelope in the metal bucket that sat by the door it was the only way I didn't loose all my shit.

I turned to the right heading for the fridge. I grabbed a beer popping the cap off on the counter top to lazy to grab the bottle opener.

"Dude, you know how people believe they got guardian angles, well I think I got a devil who is totally out to kill me." Wufei stared at me as I took the beer down in one swig. I tossed it in the garbage and grabbed another. I went through the last day with him.

"It's odd you would run into him so many times. What's his name?"

I couldn't help the smirk that came over my face. "Fuckin dickface assfuck."

"Why did I expect that from you?" Wufei snorted.

"Cause you lived with me for way to long."

"You should get some sleep. Quatra called. I told him you'd be at Neo's tonight. He may stop after he gets off."

"Metro having a show?" Wufei nodded. He knew Quatre from me. I met him bartending at the Metro. He was nice guy, totally gay, but he'd give you his left leg if ya needed it. He was hitting on me the few times I went to the Metro. I told him I needed a job and he hooked me up with Neo's, then I told him I was straight. I felt bad so I hooked him up with the door guy at Neo's. I didn't really know if Trowa was full out gay, but I had a feeling he might be and totally knew when he let Q in the club. Damn talk about staring. Quatra was more of a 80's punk, while me, Trowa, and Wufei were industrial freaks.

I figured the whole crew would end up at Neo's. Meaning Dorothy, Noin, and Po would be there. All three of them were bartenders at the Metro too. Po and Noin were an item, been together since highschool and shit. Dorothy was trying to get me, though I think she knew it wouldn't happen. We were friends and I never like to fuck the same thing twice.

"Fuck." I said with a sigh heading through the living room to my room. Wufei's room was by the kitchen. His was bigger, but I got a balcony.

"What's your problem?" Wufei said as he stood in the door way my room.

"I'm gonna have to work with Relena." I stood in the middle of my room with rubbing my face.

"Oh, she's the girl you slept with last week."

"I think fucked the hell out of would be more like it."

"I told you to leave her alone." Wufei sounded annoyed.

"Yeah well, I was drunk and she looked hot. So I figured what the fuck."

"Mmhm. Now she's going to be all over you and won't take the hint that you don't want anymore from her."

"Man wuffe I don't need a damn lecture. I've had a ruff enough day and I'm freezen my ass off."

"I have to get ready for work anyway. I'll call you. You go to work at 10 right?"

"Yeah, what time do you get off."

"Midnight. I"ll be at Neo's after that."

"Right on" I yawned following Wufei through the living room to grab the envelope from the bucket and headed back to get ready for work.

I flipped open the huge black chest that sat across from my bed. I set the envelope with the 20 others I had now on the small top shelf. Underneath was where I keep my means for revenge. I wasn't in the mood to read the case. I didn't want to think about any of it. I shut the chest and walked to the bathroom, with shower, I got in my room. Wufei got the bathtub and better bathroom, but I had the balcony. I jumped in quick just to rinse off all the shit on caked on me. I slipped on some pajama pants and crawled into bed. Oh sweet ecstacy. It was so warm and soft and ah sleep. I should have known it wouldn't be restful as soon as my eyes closed I lost 15 years.

******

I'm playing with a kid down the street from my house after school. I call home telling my parents I'll eat here. It's no problem since they have to get Dameon from football practice. Dameon is so good at everything. Sports fanatic. He always tries to help me learn to play them knowing I will follow in his footsteps. He's only eleven, but he knows he'll play for the Saints and I'll join him when I'm old enough.

The house is dark, but mom and dad shouldn't mind. I hope they don't. I'm usually better with time, but it was such a good movie. I have to run. I don't want them to call the police thinking I ran away or something. I clomp on the porch, my steps are so loud. Why aren't mom dad and dameon talking or watching tv? There are no lights on. Maybe there not home yet, but the screen doors open and the cars here.

I push the squeaky screen door open. It's quite. I slip off my shoes. My steps are still so loud in this eerie silence. The moon is lighting the open rooms well enough to see. I have a bad feeling. I shouldn't turn on the lights. I look down the hall towards the side door. There's a figure there. It looks like it could be Dameon. Are they all messing with me.

"Stop it guys. It's not funny." They know I love scary movies and play jokes on me. It gets old. I walk into the main living room where the side door is flipping on the light.

No sense. Nonsense. This is making no sense. I cock my head to the side. What is it?

Detachment. Dameon, it should be him. Where is his bottom jaw? Where is the flesh to his face. He's hung on the coat hook of the wooden door. The silver of the hook glistening past his pearly white lipless half grin. Cuts all over. His eyelids removed. Eyes so wide, stuck in horror.

What did he see? He must have screamed a lot. So many cuts that show the inner workings of his body. My feet are warm. My eyes scan down the slits in his skin. His penis is raw except for the tip. It should feel awkward looking at my brothers penis, but it's not really there. Just raw bloody meat. There's so much red on the floor. The river flows towards me. There's a pond around my feet. I thought I wore white socks today, but now there red. It is a pretty color.

I need to tell mom and dad. I need to tell them. There playing a trick on me. I turn slipping on the wet floor. My hands falling in the lukewarm liquid as I push myself up running halfway down the hall and turning up the stairs. My steps are loud and rushed. I grab the banister as I round it passing Dameon's room then mine to my parents. I almost slide into the closed door. I force it open and rush in. I try to stop. It's so slippery though.

I slide onto the bed. The smell. It smells like Uncle Mikey's meat shop and his bathroom all at the same time. The bed is hot. I turn my head opening my eyes. The full moon light is weird in here. It's a red gleam through the large picture windows. Even through the red filter, it's easy to make every detail out.

My dad is staring at me. His violet eyes staring at me. His mouth hung open. I wonder if that was the last look he had before it was wacked from his body. I push away from it fast trying to get my feet on solid ground. My hand hits something mushy. I look over to see an aray of organs. I should know what my hands touching, we studied it today in class. I wish it was on paper and not under my hand. I throw it away from me as one foot hits the ground. I try to step back, but fall. My head cracks against the wood floor. My legs and arms aren't working with me.

I stair a the ceiling for a little bit, feeling the warmth seeping into my clothes soaking into my hair. God, it's so warm. Why is it so warm? He never answers me. I sit myself up trying to get rid of the tingly feeling running through my fingers and toes. I push myself back easily sliding on the blood coated floor. I know it's blood. It's my parents blood. My back hits something and I stop. My heart. I shouldn't turn around. I should just run. I need to run. I'm already facing the thing that stopped me from leaving. That's what it is at first. Just some thing. It starts to form into something familiar.

The heart shaped face and long chestnut hair. My teeth are digging into my lip as I see her chest cut open, ribs cracked wide. The spine looks so different when you see it in skin. She's hollow inside.

"Mother" I whisper almost afraid she'll wake up and see what's happened to her. I look back to my father who is still staring at me, framed by the red dripping window. I look at the door towards the stairs where I know Dameon hangs. I look back to my mother. I close my eyes. The world is colored red. I am moving before I become conscious of it. My feet pounding on wet pavement. It is storming. I used to be scared of the thunder and lighting. I used to crawl in bed with mom and dad or wake Dameon to tell me I'd be alright. Now it didn't even phase me as long as I kept running.

*******

I shot up from my bed sweating.

"Fucken-a Christ. I don't need that shit now." I fell back on it wiping the layer of sweat from my forehead unable to suppress the shiver that ran through me.

"Every time there's a new case I see that shit again. I swear you'd think I liked torture." I looked over at my alarm clock. It was only seven. I could go back to...I closed my eyes seeing red. I jumped out of bed.

"Well, I guess it's good of time as any to get up. Ha." I jumped in the shower rinsing the sweat off me making sure not to get my hair wet. I brushed my teeth while pulling on some draw string black loose pants. I put on the two leather bondage bracelets Wufei had gotten me for some fucked up shit. Some birthday of something, I don't know he's fucken crazy. They had to hoops on either side that were strapped into the leather, so they didn't hang, that shit gets annoying. I was just happy to have them back on. Solo didn't ask me to take them off, I just thought it was appropriate, though I usually never take em off. I finished brushing my teeth and went to the fridge to grab a beer. My mind brooding on the dream and the fact I was in the same state as the sadist murdering ingrate. I heard the buzzer go off.

I hit it "What the fuck you want?"

"To get in."

"Ahhahah yeah Tro come on up." I buzzed them pushing away the crimson cloud of memory and opened our apartment door leaning out.

"Oh, you should have heard what Wufei told me. Duo had the worst time." I heard Quatra saying.

"Hey Q why don't you just let me tell him you fuckin whore." Trowa and Quatra came around the bend and Quatra ran at me. I backed a little unsure if he'd stop or not. He leaned in close to me his figure running down my chest all the way to the draw string.

"I'm only a whore for you Duo and in that out fit I should make you my little bondage bitch." I pushed Quatra away nodding at Trowa and letting the two in. Quatra was flying around me asking for details on my terrible road trip while Trowa just quietly followed. Yep, night and fucken day right behind me. I grabbed a beer offering the two one. Both declined. Hey, I didn't have to be completely sober to make a drink and no one seemed to care as long as I didn't get shit faced and did my job.

"Q-man, bring it down." I said leaning on the counter and popping open my beer with the bottle opener this time, even a heathen can be taught to use human tools. Quatra gave me the finger as he walked over to sit on the stool at the end of the short counter, which doubled as the kitchen table, mail holder and things to take to the recycle bin area. At this time it was reserved for mail.

All his chains and bracelets clinked as he sat on the metal stool. Yeah, I'm telling ya, all punked out. His hair in liberty spikes, two huge spike bracelets on each arm, a butt flap of some band I ain't never heard of, black tight ass bondage pants, combat boots. He had two fucken belts on that held nothing up and some shirt that I was sure should have sleeves, but it seems the sleeve bandit struck again. The bandit was a regular at Q's closet.

Trowa on the other hand, was dressed all in black. He did take a liking to the combat boots which I blame on Q. Black jeans and a black hoody. Not exactly standing out, but good for a door guy, not to mention the scary ass look he always carried. Like nothing mattered not even if you lived or died. I wondered if that other seaweed green colored eye reflected the same uncaring. It was hard to see over the cascade of light brown bang that fell over it. I asked him why he never changed his hair do once, he asked me the same question. I let it be. I glanced at q after taking a long drink from the beer. His blue eyes all wide and glistening, not going real well with the punk rock flair, I mean blonde hair blue eyes, Billy Idol could pull off, but Quatre...not so much.

"How much did Wufei say?"

"The last thing he told me was that you got into an accident."

"Oh it got much better." I said throwing back the rest of the beer. I retold the beginning to Trowa and then told the two the rest. Quatre burst out in laughter and I saw Trowa snickering.

"Why does everyone find it so funny? I pointed to my eye were there was half a shiner. He caught the lower part of my right eye with his punch. That mother fucker. "I don't think this is funny."

Trowa's one eye looked to me. "I'm sure Relena will shower you with tender love and care."

If ya didn't know trowa I'd say you'd punch him the way he'd say shit. So straight forward and serious, but I knew his sarcasm and still wished to punch him.

"You think thas funny huh.?"

"Aw Duo, don't worry I know you'll still be able to pick up some fine honey, maybe a really drunk one who likes ugly, but there's gotta be one out there." I couldn't help but laugh while flipping Quatre off.

"Fuck you, your just mad you gotta fuck that every day." I said pointing at Trowa. Quatre looked at me in mock horror.

"And your just mad you ran out of women to fuck in Chicago." Trowa retorted.

Quatre and I were holding the counter in dear life trying not to fall to the ground from Trowa's statement.

"Now Tro...that was...hilarious." I chuckled between breaths.

I grabbed another beer as we chatted about what the plan was for the night. Quatre was gonna come over round 2am when he got off, well if the show was over. I told him when Wufei was showing up. He said Noin and Po would come with him and Dorothy would probably be at Neo's when it opened. She was hanging out with Relena, which really pissed me off since she never talked to the girl until I slept with her. Relena was always wanting to hang out with Dorothy. We all figured it's cause she wanted to know what I was like in bed and Relena was the easiest one to get it out of.

"Duo why don't get ready and we can all go together."

"Yeah call the cab now I'll be ready in a minute."

"Trowa call a cab I gotta help Duo get dressed." Quatre said following me into my room.

"I'm not letting gay boy dress me."

"Yeah you are. Now take those gay ass pants off." I pushed Quatre into the closet.

"That's damn funny coming from you." I said stripping the pants off and pulling on a pair of boxers.

"You two got 5 minutes." Trowa yelled to us.

Quatre was throwing clothes at me. I slid the lose pants on easily. The shirt was a little harder.

"You made this shirt for my birthday didn't you."

"Yeah and you never wore it, so wear it now." Quatre said glaring at me. It was black, but sheer. there was what I assumed was black electrical tape, forming x's all the way down both arms. It was wrapped around the stomach, like he'd been wearing it and pulling the tape around it himself leaving some fucked up lines. It was tight enough to show my six-pack through it and the skin with a tinge of black between the tape. I slid on the boots he threw to me. They were combat boots at one time, but I wore them loose and the backs folded down. The black cargos bagged around them.

"Man I ain't going out like..." I heard the horn of the cab. Shit. I shook my head walking out grabbing my wallet, a pack of smokes and the spare key from the bucket. I turned to grab my coat, but Quatre was already handing it to me. The three sizes to big black trench that my grandpa gave me. It was pretty tore up and dragged on the ground behind me, but it was warm as hell. Quatre threw on his leather jacket with so many spikes and studs you'd think it could be used as a weapon. Trowa didn't have a coat, yeah he was crazy. We jumped in the cab. We all got out at the Metro Tro and I stopping for a drink. We talked with everyone, which was basically me explaining my story.

Trowa and I left since it was ten after ten and we were a little late, I knew they wouldn't care once they saw me. We hopped a cab and we drudged our way down the ally.

"Man, I so don't want to work with her. It's so slow this early and she'll never shut up."

"You reap what you sew."

"Shut up Tro...just shut up." I said pushing him into the wall and running ahead of him. He caught me at the door pushing me into it. The other door guy who was really the muscle and as muscle comes stupid as hell, glared at us.

"You two are late."

"Are we...well shit how dare we make you think for a minute Terrible Tony."

"My names Tony. You fucken disrespect me again and I'm gonna kick your ass ya little faggot."

He said with some fake as Italian accent stepping up to me.

"Eh Tony." I said mocking his accent and walking by him "fargetaboutit." I said flipping him off.

"Dddduuooo. Oh my god. What happened to you?" Oh I so felt the urge to vomit or run or both. I turned to see her coming towards me. The place was pretty much empty the DJ was just starting up. Her screeching voice, curled blonde hair, and large innocent blue eyes rushed at me. She was wearing some huge frilly black dress.

"Help me please someone help me." I grumble to my self as she threatened to wrap her arms around me. I held up a hand.

"Please, don't touch me. I got in a car wreck earlier and I'm in some pain." I said turning to her.

"Are you going to be able to work" She asked bringing a black gloved hands to her mouth.

"Yeah, I should be fine. I just need to take it a little slower thas all."

"Mm. I'll help you don't worry." Man how that made me worry. She was one of those straight up gothic people. I mean I love industrial, but I also love hip hop and 70's brit punk. I can't do straight gothic, as close as I come is Diary of Dreams and Bella Morte. Other than those two bands, the shit's terrible and the straight goth kids even weirder...she was one of them and had it in her head that I was hers now. I hate when I let my dick do the thinking.

"Naw it's all right, just leave me alone. You know let me just relax and shit." She pulled herself up on my shoulder reaching my check for a kiss.

"Oh, it's no problem my dear." She said darkly as she turned with a swosh and went behind the bar. If I could scream I would, oh how I would.

It started picking up about eleven and by midnight we were packed. Ever since I saw Cocktails I stated to try and do tricks with the bottles and shit. Not all crazy like them, just a little move here and there. Sometimes when I had time I'd fuck around with the ice and shit and go all out, but mostly it was just little shit, which gave me good tips, along with my looks.

"Maxwell." I turned to the familiar voice. The crystal blue eyes shined at me. The blonde hair pulled tightly back. Her oddly forked eyebrows raised. She kind of reminded me of Relena, but she was twice the bitch. That's why we were friends.

"Ah Dorothy, I was wondering when you'd show ya fucken slut."

"You would call me a slut. Hoe bag."

"You just mad cause you ain't got none." I laughed as I walked over to her.

"As I hear it...it ain't all that good." I laughed giving her a wink. She smiled and I knew I could have her anytime, but somethings are just not met to be had.

"What the fuck you want bitch your holding up the line." I said with some ghettotude smackin my hands on the bar.

"You've been drinking haven't you." I looked to the side smiling .

"Wha...me..heh." I looked back to her with a shrug.

"Well I think I'll have a couple shots of Jager."

"Oh, will you?" She smacked me in the shoulder as I grabbed a couple of glasses and sloppily poured them. They weren't shot glasses and I filled one 3 shots full and the other 2, I grabbed the less full one and held it up. She grabbed the other.

"Trying to get me wasted I see."

"Ah, to a fucked up night, yes." she nodded as we took the shots.

"Bartender. I need to know if you've seen a man named...what are you doing here?" The last was growled out almost making me lose my drink. I finished it turning to the harsh cobalt glare slamming the glass down in front of him.

.......processes.....

HD: mwahhahahhaha

D: you're fuckin stupid

H: HD that's pretty bad when Duo's callin you fuckin stupid

D: What the fuck, are you callin me stupid

H: I'm not callin you stupid I'm telling you you're stupid

HD: well you're stupid

W: Christ, you're all fuckin stupid now shut the fuck up you're giving me a headache

HD: Aw you poor fuckin baby, maybe a crack to the head with a bat will make you all better…(HD knocking Wufei out with a bat)

D: NICE..