Part 3 of the Blood, Sweat and Tears trilogy
I don't own gundam Wing. Don't post without permission
look out for angst, non-con, depressed quatre.
quicksylver
written 050503
edited 070803
* Take me to Interlude *
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| Tears Part 3 of the Blood, Sweat and Tears trilogy I don't own gundam Wing. Don't post without permission look out for angst, non-con, depressed quatre. quicksylver written 050503 edited 070803 |
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| After what seemed like an eternity in that secret place, he was brought back to the here and now. Pain exploded across him mind and body as he began to struggle only to realize that he was alone. He bit back a cry as he tried to raise himself off the bed. Bright light shone through the windows, illuminating the room and he realized that it was day. How long was I out? He wondered groggily, where's...? He sobbed at the name, the pain of such betrayal hurting him deeper than any physical pain ever could. | |||||||||||
| He shivered violently and looked down at his own body. The paleness of his skin was covered in darkening bruises, most in the shape of handprints. Choking back sobs, he slowly opened his legs and cried out at the amount of blood mixed with semen he saw drying against his thighs and the thin sheet. | |||||||||||
| He fell back against the filthy mattress weeping openly now. He curled his body into a fetal position, ignoring the protests his back and lower torso made. He squeezes his eyes shut, wishing that he could just wake up and it would all be a dream. But it wasn't. The nightmare was all to real and it ravaged through his soul like a savage beast. | |||||||||||
| For God knows how long he lay there shivering from a cold that came from inside him and not from the cheap room. Soon enough, the need to feel clean of this shame, this soiling, drove him to action. | |||||||||||
| Slowly, and with great pain he managed to get himself to the shower, letting the chilly water wash away the dirt and filth encrusted on his body. Why did he do this to me? How could he? What did I do to deserve this? Oh God. With eyes unseeing, he began to scrub along his tender skin; gently washing the flakes of dry bodily fluid caked along his legs and pelvis. | |||||||||||
| With methodical hands he checked himself for any broken bones, and did a mental check on his injuries. Heh heh, he chuckled to himself, trying to stamp down on any hysterical tendencies, looks like he really did a number on you eh? As the shock began to wear off, he dropped to his knees with a strangled cry, shudders racking his thin and bruised frame. | |||||||||||
| He would never be the same again. Nothing would ever be the same again. | |||||||||||
| I meant to write a one shot bridging BST and Pandora's Clock but this is taking on a life of it's own. until I can think of a name it will be know as Interlude. * Take me to Interlude * |
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