Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Red ❯ Red - Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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Red
Chapter 3

Author's note:

Hey, thanks for reviewing, Seak5, I guess I've to make this person Duo ^-^. Yeah... it's supposed to be a horror fic, that's why I've put it under the horror category. Must be very bad, huh? Or cruel?
Now that you mention it... yeah, she reminds me of Heero too -_-'. Gee I must have switched their personality or something... but then again Hilde is actually based on one of the main female characters from that book on which this fanfic is based. Good that you've pointed it out ^_^' I didn't even notice it.
Well... I'm not basing this fic on a HP book, but I notice what you mean so I'm trying to make it VERY original.

Timber Wolf: Thanks for the review ^_^ It's kinda sloooow... because I'm not used to writing looong chapters and sorry for taking so long with this next chapter.

##... ## flashback

>.>.>.>. scene change

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"Did you do something to her?" I looked over my shoulder, at the woman standing behind me. My eyes widened when I confirmed who she was. Hilde Schbeiker.
"Hilde..." She gave me a short nod, while I noticed that the costumors were staring at me. They must be very curious about what happened and what made Mariemaia so upset.
"Duo..." she greeted with her usual serious tones, snapping me back to her attention. I gave her a quick nod too.

"What are you doing here?" she asked while my eyes followed her movements. Hilde picked up the crumpled piece of paper which wasn't that near by the waste-basket and didn't even bother to look at it. She must have thought that it was just some kind of piece of crap. Being a neat-freak as she was she pushed the crumpled paper into her pockets. Maybe she was planning to throw it later anyways...

"I should be asking you the same questions..." I said a little too sarcastically. Yes, I was mad and angry with her. She hadn't been contacting me for a long while... well... let's just say the last time she'd contacted me was the case with that mafia king Treize and that's where all those rumors started. I was actually doing a supernatural case whether the other occupants of the city believed it or not. But they surely believe about THAT headline.

Like I mentioned earlier, I wasn't working alongside with this mafia guy. He was just someone I'd protected against supernatural beings. If Hilde believed it or not... that's not my place, but I've a slightest hints that she was self-doubting about whether the supernatural world was real or not. Because she was there last summer, she was there with me and she backed me up even if she didn't have any magical powers like Mariemaia.

"Look, I know you're angry... but let me explain..." Hilde said in a rather unwilling tone. She wasn't good at taking everything, which she thought was right, back. somehow I lost my appetite again as Hilde sat across the table. "You know that wasn't true..." she said softly. You might want to blink because Hilde was never soft. She was either difficult or strong, but either way that made her a good officer.

"The Headquarters are still on my heels." I looked at her, avoiding to look through her eyes. As I mentioned earlier... I avoid any eye contacts with certain people, because I fear they'll see the most horrible things in my eyes. "They're still buying that story!" I spat while stabbing my steak.
"They know that I was around with you... and those bastards will do anything to fire me..." Hilde clenched her fists. So those High counselors were still grabbing each opportunity to take away Hilde's pride.

They'd been doing that ever since she'd made her way up through the whole police apartment, becoming someone like a leader. She'd her ways... and she'd made too much enemies throughout those years I've learned from her.
"I need your help..." she blurt out suddenly, making me frown.

OH, NOW she wants my help?!!! What about those other months?! I felt my temper was rising up. To remind you I have quite a temper, but then again I know how to throttle them before I'll surely explode. There's no use making a scene there.
"... in all those months...?" I noted with sarcasm again. I don't know why I'm getting angry, but it surely has to do with her attitude towards me lately. She must have been affected by those newspapers with 'A psychopath claiming to be a wizard' as their headline.

She flinched a little and looked around as if someone was eavesdropping.

"I've no time for this argument, Maxwell..."

"Not that I'll blame you. It's not your every day event that someone believes in wizardy and supernatural mumbo jumbo"

"I really really need your help. We've got a situation" Hilde sighed. I glanced at her and frowned.

"You need my help? You could have called me or something rather than track me down while I'm having my dinner..."
"Great. You want me to ask the killer only to come out during business hours?" Hilde sneered sarcastically.

My eyes widened and I straightened my back
"There's been a murder? Something in my field?"

Hilde gave me hard smile and said "I hope you don't have anything important to do right after lunch..."

"NO! Nothing! I'm ready!" I blurted out quickly, feeling my jaw tensing a bit when she told me that.
"Well then... shall we go?" Hilde said while she turned her towards me...

>.>.>.>.

A few minutes later Hilde drove us out of town. To the murder scene. We sat in silence of coure. There's no real reason to be so buddy-buddy here even though I was angry with her for not calling me about her latest supernatural cases. I've noticed we're in a different town. Hilde drove towards one of those abandoned buildings. The building was half finished and there was only one car. Dorothy's I suppose. But then... no one. No cops? No journailists? Where the hell is everyone?

"Hilde... where is everyone? You know we're outside your post"

"Let's just say we're the first to see the murder scene before those bastards kick us away" Hilde sounded angry as she gripped the wheel tightly. Her knuckles were turning white. She must hate those authorities here, huh?

Hilde stopped her car and we stepped out.
"Dorothy, Duo and I will look at the victim. Try to keep any outsiders away, okay?"
Dorothy nodded obediently and glanced at me. Hilde walked past Dorothy and ignored the looks Dorothy was giving me.
"Dorothy" I managed to smile.
"Maxwell... it's nice to see the Wizard of the city again" she said sarcastically and wiggled her eyebrows. Sometimes I wonder if Treize and Dorothy were related. Both of them have the same eyebrows... pretty weird.

"Duo!" Hilde called out impaciently. I looked at her. I quickly followed her into the dark building. Hilde was leading the way up the stairs as I tried to keep the silence away.

"So who's this victim?"

"One of Treize's men. You might barely recognize him..."

I had to flinch a little when she said that. Maybe the scene was ugly. "Any clues?"

"I don't know yet. You're the one who knows all the supernatural signs whenever you see them"

Inside the building, the floors were rough, unfinished. Someone had turned on a couple of halogen work lights. They cast the interior into brilliant, clear white light. There was drywall dust everywhere. There were a few card tables set up, with workmen's tools left out on them in places. Plastic buckets of paint, tarps and a sack of new paintbrushes waited for use off to one side. I didn't notice the blood until Hilde put her arm out in front of me to keep me from walking into it.

"Wake up, Duo!" she said. Her voice was grim.

I stopped, and looked down. Blood. A lot of blood. it began near my feet, where a long splatter had reached out like an arm from a drowning man, staining the dusty floor with scarlet. My eyes followed the path of the long bloodstain back to a pool, surrounding a mound of ripped cloth and torn meat that must have been the corpse.

I walked in a circle around the body, keeping my distance. He had been a large man, with short, spiky haircut. he had fallen onto his side, facing away from me. His arms was curled up toward his head, his legs up toward his stomach. A weapon, a little automatic pistol, lay seven or eight feet away, uselessly out of the victim's reach.

I walked around the corpse until I could see the face. Whatever had killed him hadn't been human. His face was gone, torn away. Hilde was right about not recognizing him. Something had ripped his lips off. I could see his bloodstained teeth. His nose had been torn all way up one side and part of it dangled toward the floor. His head was misshapen as if some heavy pressure had been put upon his temples, digging his skull in.
His eyes were gone. Torn out of his head. bitten out to be exact. There were the ragged slash marks of fangs all around the edges of the sockets.

I closed my eyes, tightly. I had to keep breathing... I felt something coming up in my throat. Great. Now I'm feeling as if I want to throw up. The smell in here wasn't making it any better. Gosh. I'm too long with the creepy description... my eyes are too perfect to keep everything in detail.

"Duo?"

I turned around to face her, but not really looking at her. I looked at the ground. That's a terrible death.

"Definitely one brutal murder..."

"Take a look around you before you tell me what you think Duo" Uncertainty flashed in her eyes as she looked around.

I nodded without her acknowledging it. I looked around, searching for anything unusual. The broken window. I eyed the window from a distance and noticed some glass fragments on the floor. Since the glass was on the inside of the building, something must have come through the window. There was blood on some of the broken pieces of glass. I picked up one of the larger ones and frowned at it. The blood was dark red and wasn't dry yet.

I took a white handkerchief from my pocket and folded the piece into it. I slipped it it into my pocket. I might need it later.

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I was still sitting there, in the car... alone. I wondered what had gone wrong.
I heard a soft thud, but didn't mind looking up what was happening. Those officers might be picking up a fight or something to keep themselves warm. The coffee didn't help, huh? If I've known better than to be such a dense fool, this would not have happened. But it did. All because me... I dropped my shoulders and stared blindly at the darkness where my legs were supposed to be.

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Notes:

^_^' I think there is something still missing here. I know the description is a little bad. >_< Argh! I've left the chapter till this part... can't think of something nice and something less creepy.