Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Hill ❯ Blood Act ( Chapter 1 )

Rating: NC-17 for violence, gore, and much, much swearing. Those with weak stomachs turn back now.

Disclaimers: No, I don't own any of the Gundam Wing characters, although I wish I did.

Authors Note: No, this fic has nothing to do with the Playstation game, Silent Hill, So if you were counting on something along the lines of that I suggest you leave now and go read a Resident Evil/Gundam crossover. There are quite a few good ones out there, but if you would like you can stay here and read my fic and see how it turns out. I would appreciate that greatly. This is a fic inspired by my dear friend Rabbit of Earth. Her NC-17 rated fan fic, All for One, which is very well written I might add, has inspired me to write this fic. May be some OOC. I'm sure you're tired of my mindless rambling so without further distractions I give to you, Silent Hill.

Silent Hill

By Vampire Set

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Chapter 1:

Blood Act

Black leather gloves are pulled over pale hands, covering them. The person looks in the mirror, the tall 5 buckle boots, the tight sleeveless black shirt, and the black straight leg pants. Fitting attire for this dark night. They reach over and grab the black trench coat from its brass hook on the wall. They turn from the mirror to leave and as they put on their black trench coat the person thinks to them self, `Yes, tonight is the perfect night to set my plan in motion.' They laugh silently at their comment as they start to leave but stop when they see the silver glints on the dresser. `Hmmm… these may be useful.' They reach down and pick up a silver, very finely designed dagger and place it within their right boot. They reach down again and pick up a small silver dagger earring. They leave the small apartment building then, attaching the earring to their left ear, not bothering to lock the door behind them. They open their convertible top, black, Pontiac Firebird and get in. They place the key in the ignition and turn the car on. They sit for a few moments, listening to the engine purr. After those few moments they flick on the headlights and push a small button, making the cobalt blue neon lights beneath the car spark to life. They pull out onto the street, the night wind blowing back their hair, a sly smirk curling their lips.

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"Catherine, I would prefer we did the knife-throwing act later."

"Trowa quit being a wuss! For once in your life, live a little!"

`Easy for you to say. You were never a pilot of a Gundam.' He thought to himself. He didn't feel right about the knife-throwing act. Of course the whole thing was staged so that no one would get hurt but something just didn't feel right. `Maybe it's just the full moon,' he thought, `I always get a little flustered around then.' He looked at Catherine. She stood in her costume with her hands on her hips. A few strands of her curly red hair falling into her face. "Well? Are you going to go through with this or are you going to chicken out again?"

"Remember what happened last time when I got a bad feeling? The elephants went nuts and the whole tent came down!" Catherine replied with an exasperated sigh.

"I knew it! You're gonna chicken out! Again!" Trowa glared at her. "Fine then, I'll do it but just you wait and see." Trowa grabbed his throwing knives from their resting place within the mahogany case. Catherine smiled. "I'll go get changed then!" She pranced off to her dressing room merrily, knowing that for once she had actually won a fight with Trowa. She walked into her dressing room and sat in front of her make up mirror. The sound of her door slamming shut behind her caused her to jump in surprise. She put a hand to her chest as she spun around to see who had caused the sound.

"My god! You scared me! What are you doing here!?"

The person stepped into the light and smiled revealing slightly sharp teeth. You wouldn't notice them unless you were looking for them. They wore all black.

"My job." They reached down to their right boot and reached inside to withdraw the dagger. They noticed a lot of throwing knives on the table not too far from them. Catherine noticed the light shimmering off of the daggers edge.

"Oh! Do you want to be a part of the act too?" The person smiled even more.

"I suppose you could say that." They glanced at the practice board across the room. Suddenly the dagger was at Catherine's throat and the person had a firm grip on her right wrist. He reached over, picked up the throwing knives from the table and pocketed them. They leaned close to whisper in her ear. "Get up." She slowly got up, her attacker making the same movements with her. As soon as they were standing her attacker threw her across the room. Before she could get up they were already ahead of her and pulling her up by her hair. "Now we've been a naughty little girl, haven't we?" Between sobs she cried out. "I don't know what you're talking about!" They grinned and chuckled. "Oh but I think you do." They pinned her to the practice board, reached into their pocket and forced one of the knives through her left wrist. The sound of blood dripping on the floor rang through their ears. "I do so love the sound of blood." They leaned down and licked at the blood, gushing from Catherine's wrist. She took advantage of this little moment and slapped him with all her strength. Their head snapped to the side but was back staring her in the face in seconds. "Quite and arm you've got. But not good enough." They pulled out another knife and forced it through her other wrist. She was now stapled to her practice board. Her attacker took a few steps back. He looked at her. "Now I'm going to play a little game. I throw knives at you and you scream in agony." Her eyes grew wide with fear. They threw one knife at her. Two. Three. Each time she screamed in agony, just as they wanted. Once her body had been thoroughly covered in knives he walked up to her, his own dagger in his hand. He smiled at her face now streaked with tears. It was such an innocent smile. "Now, we let everyone know." She sobbed softly. Her attacker took their dagger and started to carve into her chest. When they were done they forced open her mouth and cut out her tongue. "In case you survive this, which I highly doubt you will, I can't have you telling everybody who I am." They let her tongue drop to the floor. She noticed the violet glint of their eyes and whimpered softly. They dipped their finger into her blood and scribbled something on the wall. He left then and licked the blood from his dagger as he did so.

Trowa walked in a couple minutes later and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the bloody mess of his friend. TRAITOR had been carved into her chest and WHO WILL BE NEXT was written in her blood on the wall. Trowa fell to his knees.

"Oh God, Catherine! No!" He got up and ran to her corpse and pulled fiercely at the knives stuck in her. Her limp body fell into his arms and he fell to the ground with her. He hugged her close, rocking back and forth, smearing her blood all over himself. He kept whispering words of comfort to her even though he knew they would do nothing.

"It's ok Catherine…I'll find who did this to you…they won't get away…"

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Duo sat on his couch, upside down, the T.V. remote in his hand. The light from his television set cast an eerie blue light on his face and across his dark living room. "Man, they never have anything good to watch." He threw the remote at the T.V. its picture fizzled out. "Dammit! I broke it again!" He sat there for a few moments in the darkness, the blood rushing to his head. He laughed. "I feel kinda woozy…" The phone rang then, startling him, making him fall off of his couch. He fumbled around the darkness for his telephone and found it when it crashed to the floor. He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear. "Hello…Dammit…" He turned the receiver around. "Hello? Hey Trowa what's up?"

"Uh…I don't know how to tell you this Duo but um…. Catherine was murdered tonight."

"What!? You're kidding! How?!"

"She uh…she was stapled to her practice board with her own throwing-knives. The sick fuck who did it carved `traitor' in her chest and wrote `who will be next' on the wall with her blood."

"Ah, dude, Trowa that's gross. I mean, that really sucks man, anything I can do to help?"

"No, not really…"

"Hey man, I found this really creepy looking old house on this hill way out in the woods and when I was asking around about it I found the guy that owned it and he gave me the deed to his property! Isn't that cool! So I was thinking, you know, we could go invite all the guys and ahem girls and go up there and party! You need to get away from it all, man."

"Yeah sure, why not."

"Great! I'll call everyone up and see if they can make it."

"All right. I'll talk to you later."

"K man and dude, get some sleep, you sound like shit."

"Thanks Duo…"

Duo hung up the phone and sat alone in the darkness. "Fuck. I can't see anything." He stood up slowly and walked to the nearest wall. He felt along the wall until his fingertips found the light switch. He flicked it on and squinted his eyes as the lights buzzed on. He walked down the hall to his bedroom and dug around in a few drawers to find his phone book. He found a few items that may be…. needed…at the party. At the bottom of the third drawer he found his little black book with all his friends phone numbers in it. He picked up the phone next to his bed and dialed the first number on his list. It rang a few times and then a sweet slightly high voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Relena, Have you gotten a call from Trowa yet?"

"Yes, isn't that awful!"

"Yeah, gruesome, but anyway I'm throwing a party at my house on a hill in the woods to take things off of Trowas mind and I wanted to know if you would like to go? Free beer!"

"Duo, you know I don't drink beer, but sure! I'd be delighted to go!"

"Great. It's decided then. Tomorrow at 5?"

"Done!"

"See you then and bring one of your sexy little…." Click. Duo was cut off when Relena hung up the phone. She knew what he was going to say. He said it every time he invited her somewhere.

"A house on a hill in the woods, huh? This is going to be perfect…"

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So that's my first chapter. I think it came out pretty good. Tell me what you think and review please! The more reviews I get the faster the next chapter will be out!

Vampire Set ^-^