Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmares flowing into Dreams ❯ The Chase and the Rescue ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Oh come on, you know I don't own GW or any fairy taleness I use in this story.

 

Warning: OOCness with a few of the characters. It's all for the story, and I won't change anyone I don't have too. Dun worry, things get better.

 

Pairing: 1x2. More to come.

 

Nightmares flowing into Dreams

Chpt. 3

By Loup

 

 

By now, Duo had paled and looked to the hand that hand been violated by the…fur. A face was made, one that said `shit like that is just nasty', and rapid scrapes on his jeans were the best way to get rid of the black oil still on his hands. The grease smeared nastily on the faded denims. A pink tongue stuck out in distaste.

 

“Gross…”

 

For a moment, a blank stare surveyed everything nearby. The clump of unknown furs the most. Duo still could not figure out how that thing came in contact with his scooter. The boy shook his head to clear it of such thoughts; he had bigger things to worry about. Like how he would find help for instance.

 

Purplish eyes looked further down the winding road. Continue to town of foot, or return home on foot. Those were his only options. Unless someone was to come driving along, but that in itself was unlikely. This road was not used often. This was rural France after all. Or he could…

 

The thought rolled in his head for a good minute, before he decided to carry it out. On his many visits to town, Duo remember a farm house about half of the way to town. He could actually remember it quite well, and decided he would ask for help there.

 

So with a short huff of air that confirmed his choice of action, Duo wheeled his bike off of the road and into the first row of trees. Noticeable to him, but not to anyone who did not desire to find it… Hopefully.

 

He started his trek down the lane at a slow leisurely pace; sure he was bound to be in trouble because of this incident and taking his sweet time, but right now it didn't matter. Duo's thoughts were elsewhere. Mainly on the weirdness that has hit him like a ton of bricks. His walk on the road was everything but straight, and he seemed to weave with a gait of a drunken man. Of course, this went unnoticed to the thoughtful teen. As well as the first sign that he should be more worried than he was. A low rumbling growl.

 

 

Fifteen minutes in, Duo had become fairly relaxed. His feet rolled in a smooth rhythm, and pockets were filled with relaxed hands. A whistle even permeated the air that had turned oddly still without Duo's knowledge. Amethyst eyes stared to the azure sky, and midway through a tune, lips turned up in a smile. The grin did not last, no doubt, for nothing in this world lasted that long. Especially a simple smile, which as predicted, turned into a familiar frown.

 

The braided boy paused in his step, and tilted his head to the side and back slightly. He could have sworn he heard a noise. A moment passed, and nothing caught his ear. So with a shrug, Duo continued on his short journey. Only to be stopped again by the odd sound. Patience was already wearing thin, so Duo took no time in spinning around and glaring. The glare fell away at what he saw, and once again the boy paled. His hands came out his pocket slowly, and went limp at his side. Oh fuck, this was not his day!

 

No more than ten feet away from him stood a hulking mass of beast. Teeth, long and gleaming, sat in a snarling mouth. Lips were curled back, and a growl reverberated through its body. It was deep and smooth, but deadly and strong. There was no messing with this beast. Duo knew this, but could not even think of a reaction. His breath was caught in his throat, and the sob desperate to escape his lips was just a keen wheeze. By the second, his breathing was becoming erratic; it was almost like he was having an asthma attack.

 

The fur covering this creature's lean and muscled body was coarse and heavy. As well as dark. Very dark, inky dark. A dark that's recognizable as the same fur from Duo's scooter…He blanched more as the pieces became to fit together. The animal's torso was inhaling deeply. So broad and powerful…A silver string of saliva trailed to the ground from the beast's canines.

 

`What is that?' Duo had stiffened into a board over the past few instants. His regard for the animal was awe, but mixed with a strong dose of fear and confusion. To him the midnight beast looked like a wolf... It wasn't the same though. He could feel that he was dealing with no everyday wolf. For one, this “wolf” was bulkier and larger than even the largest of wolves. Its muzzle was stouter, its tail slightly shorter, and paws significantly grander than average. Still, Duo did not want to believe his eyes. Eyes that were now roaming up and down the animal's body slowly; they finally came to rest on its forepaws. This detail was the oddest of this so called wolf. Since when have wolves had five toes? Four toes and a thumb.

 

Duo gasped; this was the first sound he had made since he first saw this wolf. The thoughts darting through his head were unfathomable. No! They could not be true.

 

By now panic was seeping in; the wolf could smell it, could taste it. The human was losing it slowly. The wolf knew he had a clue to what was going on, and what he was. At that, the wolf smirked, but to Duo it only looked like the snarl was becoming more vicious. Tremors were running through the young Maxwell's body. Steps were being taken backwards, shaky steps. A few times, he almost fell over, but a feeling telling him once he fell, he would not get up told him to watch himself. After that, his steps were more even, but still scared shitless.

 

A rumbled sounded to his right, and his attention jerked to the spot. Another wolf was there, but this slightly smaller than the first. A female? “She” had emerged from the woods to the right, and following her lead closely was another beast. This one was a few feet to the left of the second wolf's shoulder. Three! Three of these mammals were forming a crescent shape around Duo, and it didn't stop there. It seems like this alpha wolf in front of him caused a chain reaction. More if these wolves were making themselves known by the second. One this was constant though; they were all coming from Duo's right. Just like the second wolf had come. Some came to stand behind the alpha, while others circled around the Duo's back. All looked angry…hungry… and crazed.

 

Vulnerability took over now. It was as if he were naked and preparing to be served for dinner. What could they get from him? He was sure his body could not even feed one of those things. He had to get out of here. He must leave this area in one piece. His gaze went to his left, but his head kept still. He didn't want the abnormal wolves to figure his plan. Going to the left and into the forest was his best plan. It was the clearest route out of the circling wolves.

 

The lead male snorted and glanced in the direction he noticed the human to be looking. That human wouldn't dare try anything so foolish... Duo turned for one last look at the leader; his eyes slightly glazed over gave him the look of a deer caught in headlights. Yes, he was.

 

Time slowed as Duo took off at a desperate speed. His only bet was to outrun these demons; something that was practically impossible, but worth a try. The alpha gave an exasperated growl, which said `this has been done too many times before', and took off after his prey. With him in the lead, his pack soon followed.

 

The teen was gone into the trees, and weaved a patterned hazardously through it. He wanted to escape; so he tried his best to confuse the predator. Never did he keep a straight path, but the crashing behind him was showing that was not good enough for escape. The light pants of his predators were ringing in his ears. It was growing louder, and such a thing brought on a hysteria he could not push down. Forgotten was his plan to reach safety. He hadn't even thought about were to run…Some plan that was. Natural human panic was driving him. Something that was so natural, he didn't even notice how he let it take over. It was in human nature to feel threatened, and panic was one way to deal with it. Even if it wasn't the right way.

 

Hot breath could be felt penetrating Duo's pant leg. The alpha had caught up with him, and was a hair's length away from bringing him down for his pack. The fear he could smell was intoxicating. He wanted more. He wanted this human to scream for mercy that would never come. A growl came from somewhere near the boy's thigh as a warning of oncoming doom. Though by now, the wolf was sure Duo knew this. Another smirk. With a leap, the male moved to claim Duo's wrist as his. His jaw made contact, and crunched down on the human's thin wrist. A scream filled the air, and the arm started making rapid flinging motions to shake the wolf off. Easier said than done.

 

Tears were now running down the cheeks of a heart shaped face. The pressure on his wrist was unbearable, and Duo had no doubt that the said wrist was broken in many spots. Yet, only silent tears were running down his face. His voice had left with that first scream, and he didn't even bother to look down to see what damage had been down. His head and heart had given up hope of survival, but his legs refused to stop. The main wolf had been shaken off a moment before, and Duo's body was trying its best to pull away from the chasing group. `Why bother? It's almost over…'

 

A clearing formed up around him. How far had he been running? Maxwell couldn't even answer his own question. The sun was beaming down on him, and he gave a dazed look upward. How could the sky be so happy? So happy when a young man was about to be slaughtered for food and most likely fun. The tears wouldn't stop, but Duo lost his care for anything. His run was stopping towards the middle of the clearing. He was so tired. His features were alabaster and sickly as he sank to his knees in the large field. His better hand made contact with the ground, and the boy with the long plait panted. His crushed wrist was brought close to his chest, and blood began to litter the ground in a small puddle. A slight glance up told him that a blood trail had been following him for some time now. How come he was not dead yet?

 

The pack of wolves sat around the clearings edge. They dared not to step into the open. It couldn't be that they were scared of being seen, for they had willingly covered the road to get him in the first place. Slow to blur orbs were looking at the seemingly nervous bunch. Nine. That's how may had been chasing him. Too tired to think of what their problem was Duo feel over in a tired heap. The blood loss was affecting him; his head was becoming light and cottony. Lids slid over blurring vision to block out the harsh sun. His was close to losing consciousness, and there was nothing to do about it. If he was not killed by wolves, he would die of blood loss. The crimson fluid had slowed in flow, but already too much had been lost. Twigs snapped, smaller animals scattered, and the unusual wolves backed away with whimpers. Something new was entering the pictures. Something greater than any mega-wolf.

 

It growled like so many other things had. It was different though; more human, but still feral. It then snarled, and it was then that Duo noticed it was not snarling at him, but that the slowly retreating wolves. Perhaps he was being claimed for someone else's meal. Whatever the beast was, which Duo guessed to be a bear, it stayed well out of Duo's vision. Vision that seconds later faded into to the darkness. Duo had lost consciousness.

 

 

He was so warm and sleepy. Amethyst eyes cracked open slightly to survey the area. His body was pressed against a bigger and even warmer body. This other body was carrying him with an infant, and duo also realized he was wrapped like one too. His injured arm was wrapped tightly against his chest to protect it. Whatever held him drew in vibrating breaths, and in a way this soothed the roughed up adolescent. He peaked through his coverings only to see a meaty arm covered in fine chocolate brown fur. He also took note that he was still in the forest, but even deeper. How long had he been out? Light was still streaming through the canopy, so he could not have been gone for long. Vibrant eyes now looked straight ahead, and saw the strong stone work of a castle coming up. Surprise flashed across his face before the need to sleep became to strong, and darkness greeting him again. Questions would come later.

 

 

 

 

A/N: I bet you can guess who the new stranger in the picture is is… Now, some of you might be wondering “How come Duo seems so weak in this story?” Remember that this is an A/U; therefore, Duo is not a gundam pilot and lacks the training he usually has. So he is a basic human. Humans panic, get scared, and go into shock. That's just how it is. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter and see you next time! More reviews! Must have reviews!

 

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