Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ F.E.A.R ❯ Chapter 7

Title: F.E.A.R

Genre: gore, horror, blood, violence, language, lemon, lime, death (none of the guys), angst, police, supernatural, NCS

Pairing: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS, (later) 5x6, RxH, UxD, OCxS

Rating: X

Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or the following computer games: Doom3, Painkiller: Heaven’s Got A Hitman, or F.E.A.R.
Summary: AC 190, a mysterious paramilitary force infiltrates a multi-billion dollar aerospace compound, taking hostages but issuing no demands. A Special Forces team is sent by the government only to be obliterated. Live footage of the massacre shows an inexplicable wave of destruction tearing the solders apart. In an act of desperation, a team of unknowing young teens are assembled to form the First Encounter Assault Recon (F.E.A.R).

Chapter 7

“’Ey, Sol’, what’s up?” The young girl wearing a tattered sundress greeted. At some point the dress had been yellow. Now it was nothing more than faded beige. She watched with wide pale green eyes as the boy only walked passed her without a word. “What’s eatin’ you?” She asked, frowning slightly. She hopped off her perch on a broken down car’s bumper. She only came to the silently sulking boy’s waist.

“Jus’ not in the mood ta’ talk, I guess.” Solo said flopping carelessly into an old wooden rocking chair. One leg thrown over the chair’s arm while the other was planted on the floor to rock the chair back and forth.

“Not in tha’ mood ta’ talk, huh?” The girl said raising a thin red-orange eyebrow. “What’s the matta? Old Roger’s ain’t have tha’ bread we norm’lly like ta’ take?”

Solo shook his head again. “I’m just not in the mood to talk Alatza.” He said getting a little irritated.

“Sure and I’m not some street rat strug’lin to survive.” She grumbled.

“You’re a monster!!” The hurtful words echoed through the gang leader’s head as he glared at nothing. He’d been called more things, worse things in his lifetime. Why had that bothered him? He wasn’t wrong to put a dying dog out of its misery. He sighed heavily and pushed out of the chair.

“Where ya goin’? Everyone’s not back yet.” Alatza said eying the boy curiously.

“For a walk.” Solo grumbled stuffing his hands into his blood sodden pants. He’d have to wash them before they became too stiff. With what was the question. There was hardly any water for drinking on the stupid colony. “One day, I’m gonna get off this floatin’ deathtrap.” He vowed glaring at the artificial night sky.

**

Duo tossed listlessly in bed. All he could see was the dog’s corpse, still warm, still bleeding at the feet of its murderer. Why had he done that? Who was he to decide who died, when they died, how they died? It wasn’t fair! He tossed again, seeig the gash that went all the way pass the dog’s spinal cord. Saw how the bone still glistened wet in the artificial sunlight. It was too cruel.

“He’s not suff’rin where he’s at.”

What had he meant by that? He had killed the dog. Duo had heard the dog cry out in pain. How could the dog not be suffering now?

He tossed again, not hearing the door to his room opening.

“Honey, why are you tossing so much?” Caramel asked as she stepped in. As usual the lipstick and other makeup she’d been wearing were as fresh as it had been before she left. Her hair, though a little tangled, was a dark curtain at her back. Her clothes were slightly askew, however giving away what she did. On top of it all, she smelled vaguely of another man, several other men.

Secretively, she slipped her night’s earnings into the small safe she kept in the drawer with her thongs. She closed both the safe and drawer before beginning to undress for the night. She cleaned her face of the makeup and stood truly naked to the sole occupant of the room.
Without her clothes, Caramel was curvy with a slender waist, semi wide hips and an almost D cup cleavage. Her skin was pale save for the dark scar that ran diagonally from her left hip to her right shoulder blade. She never mentioned how she’d gotten the wound nor did anyone ask.

She turned towards the bed hips snapping as she moved. She crawled under the covers beside Duo and looked at him with warm cobalt blue eyes. She always looked at the smaller American with such love and adoration, like the son she never permitted herself to have. He stared at her in silence, watching as the darkness played over her face. Even in the dark, she looked…innocent. Untouched by the wrongs of her profession.

“I found a dog today.” Duo said after a long silence.
”Oh, and what did you name him?” Caramel asked.
”Shinigami.” Duo whispered before letting his eyes close. Caramel watched as his face slackened and his breath evened out. After some moments she too fell asleep.

*

Lynn stared blankly into the nothingness of her room. There was only a single bed, no dresser, no chairs, nothing. There was no light or a window to keep away the darkness that filled her. The clothes she’d been wearing since they came lay strewn through her room leaving her sickly pale body to the cool temperature of the room she occupied. She’d do it tonight. Why should I have to suffer with a constant reminder that he’s gone? She thought to herself.

Her eyes rolled from the ceiling to her door. Across from her room was where her…his son slept. The reminder that the love of her life was gone along with her best friend. She’d learned days ago that Sakura had died, leaving behind her five year old son. She wouldn’t let that happen to her. She wouldn’t kill herself in order to get away from the miniature replica of her dead husband. Unlike Sakura’s son, her son looked just like his father. He held none of her characteristics.

Why should I have to suffer with a constant reminder? He’d do the same thing. She thought as she rose numbly from her bed. She reached slowly under her pillow and pulled out the small dagger hidden there.

She didn’t bother with clothes as she moved through her room and out the door. She walked, taking in her surroundings with wide deranged eyes. Never did she think that she was being selfish, opting to take her son’s life in order to escape the pain of her lover’s death. She stepped silently into the room and into the soft glow of Caramel’s room. She breathed in the smell of the other woman, always accompanied by other male fragrances. She hated the woman. She had taken her son away from her, made him love *her* more than he loved his own mother.

“Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock…” She sung softly as she moved closer to stand over her son’s sleeping form. “When the bow breaks…” She raised the dagger over her head, blade facing down in a stabbing motion. “…The cradle will fall…” A small smile graced her lips. A single tear escaped her eyes. “…and down with come baby, cradle and all.”
Caramel stirred, opening her eyes slowly. She had heard something, singing. She watched the blurred image of a woman raising something over her head. Instinct kicked in. “LYNN!” She shrieked, moving forward, catching the woman's hand in her own.

Lynn seemed to come back to herself enough to know what she was doing. She glared heatedly at Caramel. How dare she try to prolong her suffering. She growled and tried to wrench the daggar out of the prostitute's hands.

Caramel held strong, using her superior weight and physique to send the woman onto the floor and away from the bed.

Meanwhile, Duo had woken up with a start, to see Caramel and his mother fighting over him. He held frightfully still as he listened to them grunt and growl at each other. He'd never seen either woman act so violently. When their presence was suddenly gone, he sat up to see them tumbling along the floor, both naked as the day they were born.

Lynn tired first. Her lack of care for her person caught up leaving her arms shaking, too weak to break the other woman's grip. Caramel sensed her weakening and wrenched her grip upward. The dagger came free of the woman's hands. She glared triumphantly down at the woman before standing, slightly shaken as well as winded. "What were you thinking?" She demanded.

Lynn only stared up at her with mild displeasure.

"Why would you try to kill your own son?" The other woman demanded, raising her voice just a little more. Little did she know that the only one to really hear and understand her words was Duo, who was sitting up staring with wide frightened eyes. "Who are you to decide who lives and who dies! You are not Death! You are not God!" She let her frustrations get the better of her for a moment, finding her foot colliding with the unresponsive woman's side.
Lynn only grunted slightly recoiling from the blow. Her eyes slowly slid to her son's trembling form. "Don't you want to end mommy's suffering?" She asked with a hollow voice. Duo nodded numbly. "Then become like the dead, Duo. Be dead, just like your father. Seeing you is a constant reminder of his death. It pains me to see you."

"SHUT UP!!" Caramel snapped, slapping the floored woman as hard as she could. She ignored the pain that stung her palm from the blow. "HOW DARE YOU BE SO SELFISH!" She hissed. "HOW DARE YOU EXPECT HIS DEATH TO CHANGE ANYTHING!!" Her grip on the daggar fell slack long enough to send the blade falling to the ground. She hugged herself and stared with pitying eyes. "Would Michael want you to take your son's life?" She asked.

Something flickered over Lynn's gaze.

"Would Michael approve?" Caramel turned her face away from the other. "If his presence causes you pain, leave. I'll be more than happy to keep him." She said. "He needs a mother not a homicidal selfish bitch like you." A sob made the dark haired woman turn. Her heart sunk when she saw the boy's shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Never had she seen the youth shed a tear.

Duo cried silently. He was causing his mother pain. How could he be so horrible? When warm arms wrapped around his shoulders, he tensed. "Shh, don't cry, little one." He looked up at Caramel's soothing voice as she rocked him comfortingly. "I'm going to take care of you." She promised.

Lynn watched distantly as the woman comforted her son. Hadn't that been her job for the past four years. Now she was trying to kill her only son. What did that make her? How would Micheal look at her now? She mentally sneered at herself. Yes, she was selfish and wanted the pain to stop. But why should Duo have to take the weight of that? Why take his life? Her eyes focused on the daggar sitting at Caramel's feet. She took it silently and pressed it to the side of her neck parallel to her shoulder and right over her jugular.

Caramel felt the woman move and looked. Her body tensed to stop her but it was too late. All she could to was hold Duo close to her as she watched the daggar plunge to the hilt into his mother's creamy neck.

Duo felt the woman's unease and tried to look only to be pressed closer to her naked chest. The familiar scent of blood and death tickled his nose. He'd smelled the same thing when he had looked down at the dog's corpse. Something had happened.

Lynn stared up at Caramel as her blood poured to darken the dark maroon carpet. Take care of him, she mouthed. Take care of my baby boy. Her blood pooled around her head, creeping to her shoulders until nothing was left inside to sustain her. Her eyes slid closed, jerking until her body finally shutdown.

Caramel nodded numbly as she stood still cradling Duo against her. She walked around the body of her roomate into the living room. "We're leaving, Duo." She said softly, placing the boy on the creaky sofa in her living room/kitchen.

"With mama?" He sniffled.

"No, just you and me. I'll take care of you, I promise."




TBC......

A/N: Woot!!! This was so bad to write....until I got to the end. Pretty much, I'm rewriting Duo's past, ya know? He'll still be the same, more or less. Some things will be the same. Others will change. There will be some twists however, and I'll need to know if you guys like it or not. As requested by Scarlett, I'll try to make it a smidgen less scary. The ghost girl won't show up for a while anyways.