Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Angel That Cried Crimson ❯ Chapter 3

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Standard Disclaimer: Shin Kidousenki Gundam Wing and its characters are copyrighted to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties. The characters of these works are used WITHOUT permission for the purpose of entertainment only. This work of fiction is not meant for sale or profit. I can assure you that if you sue me you will get about $40 bucks and a really cheap computer. Besides it would only be a waste of your time.

Warnings: ANGST!!!! This fic involves graphic depictions of self-mutilation and depression. If this sort of thing bothers you or makes you uncomfortable then please stop reading now. This is not a fic promoting self-mutilation because I have been there and it is not a fun thing to deal with. This is a fic about getting over it. Please, if this sort of thing bothers you DO NOT read any further!!!

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The Angel Who Cried Crimson
Part 3
By: Marissa Kaisuke


Duo shifted in Heero's lap. His long chestnut braid snaking lazily over the Wing pilot's leg before swinging over the edge of the couch. Duo quietly lay there, zoning out, while Heero yawned, flipping through the channels. Trowa lay comfortably in the loveseat next to them, nose buried in a book. All three pilots sat there, enjoying the peaceful afternoon, as the rain drizzled down the window. Trowa looked up from the paperback as he heard the door slam from the main hangar. ~ Good, Quatre's back. Maybe now I can apologize for the other day. ~ Heero turned the TV off as Quatre flew past the living room, bolting towards his room.
"Quatre! QUATRE!!" Wufei ran past them as well, following the blonde pilot.
"What the hell?" Duo rolled off the Japanese boy, flopping noisily on the floor. Duo looked into the hallway, staring towards the bedrooms. Wufei stood outside the Arab's door, banging on it as water dripped from his rain-soaked clothing.
"Open the door Quatre! NOW!" Jiggling the locked doorknob, Wufei turned to Duo. "Something's terribly wrong with him. Maxwell, get the others! I think he's going to commit suicide in there." Duo gasped and hollered for Heero and Trowa.
"Shit! TRO! HEERO! EMERGENCY!!!" Inside the bedroom, Quatre lay on the bed sobbing, blood spilling form his wrists. ~ So much blood…all their screams…I'm a murderer… ~ Dimly in the background he heard the four boys yelling at him to open the door. ~ I deserve this pain…they didn't though…some were just children…I couldn't even stop myself… ~ The razor sharp knife fell from his grip, the world fading to scarlet as he lay in the crimson pool.
"QUATRE!!" ~ Quatre…killer…funny how they sound alike… ~ "Quatre open the fucking door!!" ~ Winner…worthless…Raberba…red…there was so much red on them… ~ The yelling outside the door ceased. Quatre could faintly hear Heero and Trowa ramming into the door. Cracks appeared around the doorframe, plaster and paint flecking off under the stress. The door flew open as Heero delivered a powerful kick, completely ripping the frame apart.
"HOLY SHIT!" Duo cried out at the sight on the bed. Wufei hissed and ran to the kitchen to call 911. Trowa gently lifted the small blonde onto his lap as he sat down on the bed.
"Quatre…Quatre! Please, you have to wake up! Look at me Quatre! You have to keep awake!" Trowa firmly shook the smaller's shoulders. Heero ripped the sheets out from under them and fiercely tore them into strips. Duo was patting Quatre's cheek to wake him up while holding his wrist to stop the blood flow. Quatre went completely limp as he quit breathing.
"Dammit! He's not breathing! He's lost too much blood." Tears slipped from his emerald eyes as Trowa began CPR. Heero tightly wrapped the cloth strips around Quatre's tiny wrists. Pulling up the pink sleeves, the Japanese pilot hissed at the sight of the once smooth alabaster skin. Duo gagged slightly, seeing the long, angry red slashes criss-crossing the blonde's arms.
"Bloody shit…how long has he been doing this?" Trowa kept up the steady breathing until Quatre coughed weakly. "Kat! Wake Up!" Duo frantically smacked the pale face. Aqua eyes opened slowly, unfocused and dilated.
"Du…Tro…no…d'serve th'ss…" Quatre mumbled softly, eyes closing once more. Wufei ran back to them in the bedroom.
"I've got the car ready and I notified the local hospital. Let's go!" Trowa quickly picked the unconscious pilot, hauling ass to the waiting car.

Wufei pushed 100 around the turn, swearing loudly as the car fishtailed slightly.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?!?" Slow down or we'll all die!!" Wufei ran the red light and floored it, an oncoming car just barely missing them.
"Shut up, Maxwell!! I'm trying to save his life! If we don't hurry, he won't make it." Duo turned, looking at the three pilots in the backseat.
"How is he? Responding at all?" Trowa held the limp figure in his arms, refusing to let go. Hot wet tears slipped from his emerald eyes, splashing on the motionless face beneath him. Heero held onto Quatre's wrists tightly, slowing the blood flow.
"He's breathing, but it's erratic still. I think I have the bleeding under control too. His blood hasn't started clotting yet though, so it's still oozing out a little." Heero looked at his lover. "You okay?" Duo nodded shakily, his violet depths watching the still pilot's face.
"Just scared."

The three pilots watched as doctors and nurses rushed Quatre to the emergency room, his prone body lying motionless on the white stretcher. Wufei sprinted into the waiting room, having been out parking the car.
"Where is he?" Heero looked up, his braided lover crying softly into his shoulder.
"They just took him back." Wufei sighed in a brief wash of relief, dropping wearily into a chair. Heero glanced worriedly at Trowa. Guiding the Deathscythe pilot to a chair, Heero watched the tall European pace back and forth. "Trowa sit down. You need to relax a little. He won't be coming out anytime soon so try to calm down." In a worried daze, the Heavyarms pilot nodded weakly and sat down next to Wufei. Duo quieted down and sniffled softly, hand tightly clasped with the Japanese boy.
"Wu-chan? Did something happen during the mission to make Kat do that?" The Chinese pilot closed his eyes in memory, anguish written over his face. Wufei nodded weakly.
"Quatre took a bad hit while we were taking off and Sandrock crashed into the shopping district. Gods! Those OZ bastards sent mobile dolls after us in a populated area! Have they no honor? It's almost as if they didn't care they were firing upon innocents. They were relentless! We almost didn't make it but…" Wufei looked away, pain etched into his features.
"Wu-chan? What happened?" Pulling the bronze face around to look at him, Duo pressed on in a soft voice. "Wu-chan?" The Shenlong pilot took a deep breath, tears glimmering in his onyx eyes.
"It was like he was under the ZERO system. He snapped completely. I opened the vid and comm link with him and you could just tell by just looking at him. He…he went totally berserk!" Trowa paled visibly, watching Wufei intently.
"What do you mean he snapped? What the hell happened to him?!"
" He pushed Sandrock to the max and slaughtered the dolls. I've never seen him fight with such unrestrained rage. It's as if some inner turmoil were going on in his mind." Trowa abruptly got up out of his chair, startling the other people in the room. The tall youth nervously ran a hand through his oddly cut hair, anxiety and stress overwhelming his system. Heero got up and pulled the Heavyarms pilot into a tight hug.
"Calm down…just relax. We need to stay incognito here. Just sit down." Heero glanced at Wufei. "Go on with what happened, Fei."
"He was screaming incoherently and sobbing madly. Then he started firing into the crowds. He turned insane. He was laughing psychotically and screaming something about 'since no one loves me then I don't love any of you'." The Chinese youth paused, crystalline drops slid down his cheeks. "I…I was forced to attack his Gundam. He wouldn't calm down but then it was like I hit a switch. His face just went blank and we high-tailed it out of there before anyone else got hurt. He must have set the autopilot to get to the house because all he did on the way back was mutter that he was worthless and that he'd put and end to it when he got back. It scared the shit out of me to see him like that…" Duo pulled Wufei into his arms, sobs racking the Shenlong pilot's thin body. Rubbing his back, Duo whispered into Wufei's ear.
"Sshh…Wu-chan it's not your fault. You only did what you had to. Don't worry we'll pull through this and win this damn war together, ALL of us…"
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