Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ❯ Part Eighteen ( Chapter 18 )

Part Eighteen

It was nearing nightfall and the five of them offered each other a few encouraging words before Heero snapped off the Bands and threw them to the side in the destroyed Garden.

It may have been nothing visually, anymore, but it was still their Garden and it always would be.

"Don't think too much. Trowa will lead us," Heero informed them, looking to Trowa, whose impassive face wouldn't show if he were nervous, excited, scared, or much of anything, really.

"I know the plan," he spoke softly, then turned and grabbed Quatre's hands, leading him to the side.

"Quatre," he whispered softly, leaning over and kissing his forehead. "Don't worry. You'll do fine."

Quatre laughed hesitantly. "I'm going to try."

"I'll keep anyone from getting to you."

"I won't blame you if you slip."

"I won't," Trowa assured. "I feel like I was made for this. If somehow, something messes up, we aren't strong enough, we can't make it.... I'll be looking for you in Heaven." His fingers twisted around Quatre's. "I'll always keep you in my heart. Forever." Leaning in he gently let his lips trail over Quatre's with a feather light kiss that left Quatre clinging to his tunic in fear.

"I don't want to lose you."

"We'll never lose each other. I swear that much to you."

Duo turned to Heero, who stared at the door, his face made of steel.

In the privacy of his own mind, he wished that Heero were saying such things to him.

But he knew there were much more important things to concentrate on and tried to keep that out of his thoughts as he began building his Talent.

Little by little he added and added until he got to his full potential, his entire being filled with it and making him heady. He didn't think he could access much more than that, but one could never be sure....

With their last farewells, they blocked their personal thoughts from their minds and got in order.

It was always a sudden rush when they felt Quatre enter them and fill them with more strength and they gained a heightened awareness of that which was around them.

Each felt for the strand that Quatre was Channeling to them, the strand that would allow them to destroy Evil.

Then Trowa started forward.

Random students moved out of their way, mostly in fear, maybe even because they sensed the Talent radiating from the five boys. Who knew?

One of the things they regretted most was the fact that a bunch of innocent young boys were going to die or run around for the rest of their lives in hiding. No one wanted to be around someone with an Art, and they would forever have the Bands locked around their wrists.

Moving on like a wall impossible to destroy, they met the hall. The hall that oozed black in its aura. The hall with all the prayers to the Dark Lord in H'sung.

They all felt Quatre flinch through their connection, but he held strong as they began to weave.

One could hear the wood groan and begin to crack and the stone grated against itself and Trowa quickly organized the weaves and shot them into the walls, until the building, tapping into Heero in order to null the Evil in the place.

SHUNK SHUNK SHUNK

With a glorious 'crash!' the ceiling began to fall in from the end of the hall forward in huge slabs of granite. It fell and cracked the floor below them as it smashed and shattered.

They heard ear-piercing screams as people were caught under the falling pieces of stone.

Blood began to ooze out from underneath the slabs, a deep crimson that slicked everything in its sticky warmth.

Suddenly they heard screams from men behind them and Trowa quickly shouted out orders for them to rearrange themselves and the men were met by a wall of Spirit, Earth, and Fire which made their bodies go 'pop, pop, pop' and they exploded like kernels of corn over an open fire, splashing on Trowa, Wufei, and Duo.

Duo wiped the blood and assorted chunks of flesh from his face and blinked rapidly, hoping to be able to see once more as they moved.

BANG BANG BANG--!

As they walked forward, the walls behind them exploded outward, crushing everything behind them. At the same time, Trowa's dead eyes set targets of the people in front of him and sent weavings at them, making them split open and fall to the ground, their brains scrambled as, in the few seconds of life they had left, the bodies jumped and twitched.

They would leave it forever behind. It didn't matter who found it, as long as they were away.

It was like a revolution.

They were leading the way.

Duo wiped his bloody bangs back as he threaded out different strands, combining them with Trowa's and Wufei's, perfectly cool as men, bleeding, burst open, entrails sloshing out of their bodies, fell at his feet.

Suddenly they realized they came to the end.

There was no more.

Just the open door before them.

Everything behind them was rubble and blood and bones.

But what...what was before them?

There was nothing left to destroy, nothing more to do but leave.

"Run!" Heero screamed at them. "Run! Before anyone figures out what just happened! RUN!!!"

Immediately they let down guard and ran.

Heero grabbed Quatre as he began to faint and bundled him up into his arms, blood soaking both of them as they began to flee.

About a mile away from the building, Duo realized just what he did.

He killed.

Blood and gore covered every inch of his body. It was in his hair, it was on his hands, in his clothes.... He smelled it, he tasted it.... It was like a part of him.

He was so filthy.... He had killed all those people.... All those people that fell to his feet, their bodies mutilated.... Their minds fried.... They jumped even after they were dead.... Their spirits fought to get out of their bodies....

He'd killed them!

He stopped suddenly and began to claw at his skin, ripping off his tunic as tears spilled down his cheeks.

"No, no, no!" he began to scream, scream futilely into the night air, his voice scratching and jarring over the word.

"Come on, dammit!" Heero yelled at him, passing Quatre quickly on to Trowa and grabbing Duo's hand, which was slippery in his own blood soaked grasp.

But Duo wouldn't budge.

"We're not far enough away yet! We've got to move! Don't stop!" Heero cried, picking him up and beginning to run.

"No, no, no!" Duo began to sob, pounding on his chest. "I didn't, I didn't! I didn't...!"

Heero tried his best to ignore the screaming boy in his arms.

But it was so hard when the things he said....

Heero soon found tears trailing silently down his face as he ran into the night, the crisp air making him shiver.

They fled into the night, hiding from even the darkness, not knowing quite where to go or turn.

They thought they had left everything behind them. Forever.

But they had conveniently forgotten that they'd always have their memories.

~Til Then~