Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ F.E.A.R ❯ Chapter 14

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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, 2+H/H+2. 2+OCs, 2+Solo
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 14:
Giggling....

It had been going for hours. Triton Sr. rolled with a low growl. His hand came over and down hard to where he knew his son laid. He wanted the boy to be quiet dammit. They had alot to do once the sun rose. Staying up to play with imaginary friends was not going to be tolerated. Emerald green eyes cracked open as his hands came up with only soft mattress.

"Triton." He called with a rough voice. He sat up slowly feeling the cold chill of the covers slipping off to pull in his lap. He slept in only a pair of pajama bottoms. This left his upper half bare and pale under the glow of the computer screen which showed the face of a small girl. She was smiling. Her big green eyes sparkling with mirth. Her hair was curly and orange strands that bounced against her youthful face.

Triton grumbled and stood from the bed slowly. He stalked towards the computer and pressed the off button on the screen.

"Triton, where are you!" He bellowed. He'd told the boy time and time again, had beaten him every time he caught him, not to play on his computer. It hadn't been cheap and last he needed was for the boy to screw it up. He turned slowly taking in the darkened room. It was just enough light to make out the ashen gray, half dressed figure of a child huddled in the corner back turn to him. He frowned and stalked towards the child. "How many times have I told you about touching the computer?" He chided watching the child's back rippled irratically. Triton frowned before crouching. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the bulging nubs of his son's spinal cord. He did many things to the boy but starving was not one.

"Triton, are you alright?" Triton raised a hand to place on the boy's shoulder. A sudden clatter across the room sent him twisting at the waist to locate it. A rat. He cursed lightly in French before turning back to the youth only to find him missing. He frowned deeply and stood slowly. "Triton..." He called softly. Genuine worry was evident in his voice as he searched for his son.

Another giggle sounded. This time overhead.

Triton looked felt something cold and wet drip to his shoulder. He looked at it sharply. It wasn't rain, it was too thick. He wiped at the substance with a look of disgust finding it to be congealed saliva. Agitated, he looked up expecting to find a bat or animal of some kind. He visibly paled when his eyes found the same child that had been seated in front of him. It wasn't Triton.

It was a girl or had been.

Her skin of her face was dry visibly cracking as she stretched her face into a sickening grin. Her eyes were wide and derranged as she cocked her head sharply to one side. Her body itself faced towards the floor but her limbs bent backwards to grip the ceiling of the small living area. She giggled again. The sound seemed so unnatural coming from the grotesque form.

Triton snapped out of his stupor and stumbled back. His eyes never left the girl as he clumsily found his footing to hurry towards the exit. He made it two steps out of the tent before he noticed young Triton seated with his knees to his chest. He looked into his son's emotionless green eyes then back to the tent unconsciously. "Come on." He ordered stalking towards the child.

The boy only stared unblinkingly at him. His lids slowly lowered and raised in a very slow and somewhat drugged blink.

"Did you not hear me?!" Triton shouted. His accent was heavy now from fear. He had no question whether the girl had been a figment of his imagination. He was no fool. It was better to be cautious than dead. He took a slow step to the brunette and paused as Triton jr.'s gaze shifted upward.

Fear settled in the older man's gut painfully. Reluctantly, he raised his gaze to follow his son's gaze. He had no time to scream as the girl's semi-naked body pounced mouth wide in a savage grin. Hours seemed to go by with the sounds of grunts and thrashing limbs. Finally, all went still.

The attack hadn't been graphic or overly violent. Triton Sr. had been left staring with dead glazed eyes at the black sky. His eyes were bloodshot and bloody tears streaked his handsome face. One arm rested at his side at an unnatural angle. His son's blank gaze traveled over the man's body slowly then towards the thing that had killed him. The girl was all on all fours snorting and grunting like some animal. She shivered and snapped her jaws at the air violently. Her head twitched to the side taking in the youth slowly. A predatory gleam settled in her dead eyes as she prowled closer.
Triton didn't move. He sat staring quietly accepting whatever fate befell him. It was an almost odd to see such an expression on such a young child's face when people twice his age would tremble in fear.

The girl stopped in her tracks. A wave of movement ruffled her skin before she turned and ran into the darkness.

Hours passed in silence with Triton not moving from the spot he'd taken. He rocked back and forth absently as if to preoccupy himself. Finally, a noise was heard. The youth stood slowly and waited. Seconds later, Dekrim Barton approached dressed in all black. He frowned when his eyes found the child standing alone outside. He turned ready to give Triton Sr. a piece of his mind only to find the man in question dead only a few feet away from the boy.

"Come along, little one." He beconed pulling out his cellphone. He dailed 911 quickly and reported the body and a missing child. Triton stepped forward taking the older man's hand in his. Dekrim looked down on him with a ghost of a smile. "Your name, from now on, will be Trowa, Trowa Barton." He stated turning to take the boy with him.

Triton, now Trowa, nodded absently and followed.