| Title: Untitled Challenge Fic By: OmegaWolf Series: Gundam Wing Pairings: HeeroxDuo, HeeroxQuatre, QuatrexTrowa Warnings: ::sigh:: this one is just generally dark, gruesome, posession, language, murder, suicide. Challenge was to write "Darkest Fic under 500 words". I won ::evil laugh:: Italics=evil voice 'blah'=thoughts -blah-=sounds *blah*=collective voice Why do you deny me? You think I'm not a part of you? Hah! Boy, I am you... Taking that angel won't make you pure...I've made sure of that. 'God-damnit, shut the fuck up!' I raged at that voice. The voice that filled my dreams, my nightmares, my head. I reached out to my love, brushing an tear away. "Shh, Quatre, I'd never hurt you..." I whispered out loud. "Heero, it's not you I'm worried about...it's your soul," the smaller boy whispered back and shyly dropped the robe that he held around his body. Alabaster skin shone in the moonlight as Quatre stalked across the room, shy but sexy. 'My God, he's beautiful...' Remember the last time you said that? You made that one more beautiful by adding a little red... 'Shut up! You won't take him from me like you did Duo...' At the thought of his dead lover's name, he began to cry, hot tears rolling down his face. "I'll make it all better, Heero, I promise," the Arabian mumbled, kissing the tears before claiming his mouth in a firery kiss. Oh, but I will, I will... That laughed filled my head even as nimble hands pulled me out of my spandex and tank top, caressing my skin. I moaned and sat him on the bed, crawling across his body. Aqua blue eyes stared up at me, half lidded. "Heero, I want you..." Blue turned to violet, with the same look, whipsering in the same amount of passion, but a different voice. Golden blonde turned to wavy chestnut brown. 'Duo...I'm sorry, so sorry...don't let me hurt him...' But you will...I'll make you. Blood blossomed on perfect skin. *Heero, you're hurting me!* Heero's thick cock plunged into a virgin space. A cry of pain and hurt. Two voices crying out in denial, in broken love. Crystal tears fall to the pillows, mingling with the crimson of blood. So much blood... Stoke. Heaven. Pain. 'Quatre, Duo...I'm so sorry...why?' A cry of passion meets the sickning snap of a neck. More blood, soaking pristine white sheets red. And those same last words: *Heero, I love you...* Two voices, one decleration. And the voice in the dark laughs. I told you...Trowa's next. So sweet and hurt without the angel you took from him. It'll be easy, so easy... 'No...' I pushed myself away from the gore and look at the window, seeing my reflection. I'm covered in blood and semen, tears cutting streaks through the red that stained my face. I walk to the dresser and opened a drawer, pulling out my gun, still loaded, clean and ready even though the war had been over for months. What...are you doing? 'I won't let you hurt anyone else...I thought I could over power you...I guess I was wrong,' I thought numbly, cocking the gun. 'Quatre, Duo, it's the least I can do...' No! You won't! Stop! "Let evil have no place here--" -click- Back to GW Fanfiction |