Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Hill ❯ Twizted ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Honestly, you must know the routine by now.

O.k. So it's been a while since I said I was gonna write this but, well, you know. With school and everything you can't just get EVERYTHING you want done. So, I hope this chapter adds a few twists to the storyline and I must admit that I'm feeling even more violent than usual because I just recently reread the JTHM* series.

Silent Hill

NC-17

Vampire §e†

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Chapter 4:

Twizted

The Trickster leaned in close to the frightened girl. She was trembling.

"My, you do remind me of a scared little mouse." He licked her cheek then causing her to tense. She suddenly had an idea and kneed him in the groin. He went down to his knees with a groan as she ran for the door, tears running down her face. She fumbled with the door handle but that one instant was all it took. The Trickster was at her back the point of the meat hook pressed against her neck drawing a bead of blood.

"That wasn't nice. I'll have to punish you for that." He laughed. She shifted her eyes to the side trying to see his face.

"Why are you doing this?"

He flung her across the room with inhuman strength, her head making a loud thud against the far wall.

"Did I say you could speak!? DID I!?"

She slowly shook her head; the room was spinning. She could hardly see. He walked up to her and kneeled down. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"Now, what shall I do with you? Hmm? Shall I rip out your spin? Shall I cut off each one of your pretty little fingers and make you eat them? What? What do you think I should do?"

"Let me go." Her voice quivered with fear and tears. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard.

"WHAT!? SHOULD I RIP YOU A NEW ASSHOLE!? WHAT!? WHAT SHOULD I DO!? GOD! ONE THING! JUST ONE FUCKING THING! THAT'S ALL I WANTED, BUT NO! I CAN NEVER HAVE IT! NEVER!" He grabbed his head with both hands, screaming with rage and slammed his fist into the wall near her head. She gasped at the closeness of it. He breathed heavily but managed a laugh and looked at her. She decided that maybe, just maybe she could survive this night if she talked to him. She chose her words with care and made her voice as soft as she possibly could.

"What is it you can never have?" Still breathing heavily, his face twisted with rage, his violet eyes flaring with his anger, he answered.

"I can never have what I want most…….always with them……always….." the last two statements were barely whispered. He turned on her. He slammed his buckled boot into her face with bone crushing force.

"BUT YOU WOULD NEVER UNDERSTAND THAT!" Blood poured from her broken face, one eye dangling on her cheek.

"Oh, look at that, I broke your face and ruined your perfect make up." He walked to her, grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head upward so she could look at him with her one functioning eye.

"Hilde, you want to know why I'm doing this? Do you?" She tried to speak but failed. He licked the side of her face and sighed.

"Not enough. It's never the same. Never tastes the same….could have been mine…." He looked at her again.

"So, you want to know?" Again she tried to speak.

"I can't hear you." Drool, blood, and teeth spilled out of her mouth as she tried to speak. The Trickster was appalled.

"Awww…it's all over my boots……my favorite boots…….THE ONES SHE GAVE ME!!!" He threw her to the ground and started slashing at her face. He cut her face off and started to pull at nerve endings. Her skeletal face moved with attempts at speech.

"Now lets see what's in here." He reached down and tore her shirt away from her body exposing small breasts covered with a lacey, forest green bra.

"Hmmm." He ripped away the skimpy piece of clothing and examined her bare chest. She reached with a trembling hand and felt the bloody mass that had been her face, agonized whimpers escaping her throat.

"Oh do shut up, I hate it when girls……when you do that." He placed the tip of the meat hook in her belly button.

"This is the spot, don't you think?" With a forceful upward motion he disemboweled her, her intestines hanging on his hook. He laid the hook on the ground next to her and reached inside. He found her spine and ripped it out.

"Well would you look at that. I did rip out your spine. Sorry you had to know what was coming but I did say no more surprises." He dropped her spine next to her body, picked up his hook and started to get up. He stopped in mid-motion, picked up her torn shirt and wiped off his boots. One line from a song insisted on replaying itself in his head.

`You want it all but you can't have it,

It's in your face but you can't grab it.'

He started walking towards the door but it flew open, outlining Quatre's form. His eyes flicked to Hilde's corpse and fell to his knees, vomiting. The Trickster slipped out from behind the door and hit Quatre in the back of his head with the meat hook. Quatre collapsed. The Trickster looked down upon Quatre and smiled.

"I'll deal with you later…friend."

The Trickster left the room then, closing the door behind him. He looked around at the party that raged around him. He shook his head slightly and headed towards the stairs, to the third floor. He approached the master bedroom where two men stood guard outside the door. He looked at them.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I have some business to attend to." He started to push past them but they stopped him.

"Gentlemen, please, there is no need to be rude." Kain turned his cold blue eyes to the Trickster.

"You may not enter."

"Oh come now, don't you have something to be doing? Downstairs perhaps? Why don't you two gentlemen go downstairs to the kitchen and have yourselves a drink. You've been working so hard. You deserve it." He smiled. Kain looked at Arik and Arik nodded his head towards the stairs. Kain once again turned toward the Trickster.

"You've got 15 minutes." The Trickster smirked.

"More than I need." As Kain and Arik descended the stairs the Trickster entered the room.

Quatres eyes fluttered opened and he grimaced as he pushed himself up off the ground. He looked once again at the mutilated corpse of Hilde and averted his eyes. He noticed his clothing.

"Oh how lovely, lying in a pool of my own vomit." He made a disgusted face and realized with a start that his head was throbbing. He reached behind his head and it came back sticky with blood.

"Great. Just great." He glanced one last time at what was left of Hilde and left the room, gagging. He staggered through the main room and found Heero with his head lying on the counter. Heero stared straight ahead, unblinking.

"Ugh…no…more…" He slowly raised his eyes and tipped over an empty plastic cup, wincing as it struck the counter top.

"No more what?" Quatre asked. Heero dry heaved before answering.

"…beeeeeeee……eeeeer…"

"Oh, real good Heero." Quatre rolled his eyes and helped Heero to a sitting position. Heero lunged forward and puked. Vomit splattered all over quatre. Quatre resisted the urge to vomit himself. Quatre held up a hand in front of Heero's face.

"How many fingers, Heero?" Heero tried to focus on Quatre's hand.

"Uh…lesee here…oh…I know this one…3..NO!…8….17?" Quatre sighed with exasperation as two large men approached them. Arik looked at the pool of vomit with disgust etched on his face. Just then a large thump was heard from a room upstairs. All four men looked upwards, though Heero nearly choked on his own saliva. Kain looked at Arik.

"I'll go upstairs and check…" Quatre looked at the two men and broke in.

"No, I'll go…if neither of you mind." Arik and Kain looked at one another and then nodded their agreement. Quatre let go of Heero and he fell forward into Arik's hands. Quatre looked at him before leaving.

"Hold him like that for a minute."

Quatre walked towards the stairs, rubbing the back of his head, Heero's snores disappearing behind him.

He headed up the stairs and towards the origin of the sound from before. He opened the door and saw the Trickster crouched on top of Rune holding her arms to the bed, pinning her there. She was whimpering and struggling to get free, the bandages wrapped around her wrists soaked with blood. Quatre ran towards the bed and gave the Trickster a mighty shove, causing him to topple off of her and over the other side of the bed.

"What in god's** name do you think your doing?"

The Trickster looked up at him with horror in his tear filled eyes. With a quavering voice he answered.

"Taking what's mine!"

Quatre started backing towards the wall with his arms stretched out in front of him in an attempt to keep the Trickster from reaching out to him.

"Listen, this isn't right. You know it isn't. Come on…let's go downstairs and get a drink."

The Trickster looked up at Quatre with something resembling hope.

"But…bu-but Quatre, no ones blood tastes like hers does." He looked at Rune sprawled on the bed. "Trust me. I've been looking everywhere. She found Wufei…that wasn't supposed to happen. She got scared so I had to bring her here, but I had to leave…" The Trickster's face took on a fiendish scowl. "…and then I ran into that slut, Hilde. Oh, she wanted me Quatre, she had to go."

"Wait…blood!? You've been drinking blood!?" Quatre's face was soon drained of the remaining color that he had. "Ah…that's not right…"

The Trickster pounced on him and pinned him to the wall. The Trickster looked at Quatre with malice.

"Are you saying, then, that you're against me?"

"No! Of course not! I want to help you!" The Trickster relaxed visibly and Quatre took this valuable moment to reverse the Trickster's hold on him so that the Trickster was the one pinned to the wall.

"Quatre, my dear friend, I thought you wanted to help me?" Quatre looked at the Trickster, his eyes softening.

"I do, believe me, but what's this nonsense about drinking blood?"

"It's what my kind do, Quatre." The Trickster's eyes hardened as he looked at Quatre. Quatre glanced around nervously.

"Your kind!? You're not a vampire!"

"Yes, I am, and I have to pro-" Quatre slammed the Trickster against the wall hard. (A.N. Here it comes…)

"DUO!! YOU'RE NOT A VAMPIRE!!!" Duo's face twisted with rage and he pushed Quatre with super-human strength so that he went flying across the room.

"YES I AM! AND I HAVE TO PROVE IT!!!" Duo looked upon Rune, still sprawled across the bed, with rapture. "To her…" Rune slowly sat up and turned to look at Duo, her eyes glowing a soft blue.

"What do we have here?" She ran her tongue over petite fangs and smiled, her eyes turning to a malicious, glowing crimson.

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O.K. I finally finished it. You may all bludgeon me to a bloody pulp. I would have had it out sooner, honest, but I was just so damn stressed out it didn't work out that way. Anyway, there it is and there you go. Hope you like it and sorry it's short but I just had to get it out there. The 5th chapter will be out there when it's out there and I'm not gonna say soon `cause that would be too close to telling a lie. The song be Epic by Faith No More.

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