Title: Tainted Conviction – Part Eleven
Author: Sita Seraph
Genre: Angst, Religious relatings
Pairing: 1x2 eventually.
Rated: R
Warning: Gruesome treatment, stigmata, sixth sense, and a whole lot
of shit.
WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: Rape! YAY! *waves flags then gets glares
and slinks away* Umm…
Wufei watched the door creak open with wide eyes, hands resting upon
the debris-covered Heero. Sunlight fluttered out slowly into the
dark hallway, stretching its fingertips across the carpet. It
reached the startled, and deeply silent, Gundam pilots, kissing their
skin with its golden glow. The unspoken void rested over their
heads, which were all pounding with intense pain, and only the heavy
huffs from Heero met the still air.
"You guys?" Quatre whispered, as if afraid to break the solitude.
"Are you all right?"
Trowa gave a curt nod; hand over his bleeding shoulder and a look of
indifference masked upon his face. Wufei glanced at his hand…it
didn't hurt anymore…
"I think Heero might-," Wufei started.
"I'm…fine," Heero stated from the ground and Wufei looked over.
Heero's eyes were squinted against the light that was brimming across
them, his usual dark cobalt eyes turning into unmistakably sky blue.
The light seemed to love Heero's skin, touching it like gentle silk
and envious fingertips. His tan skin seemed to glow in the afternoon
light…odd…
Heero slowly pushed himself off the floor; chucks of the wall
falling off his skin like rain. He brushed away the dust from his
eyes, looking towards the open, silent bedroom. Duo…
Heero felt so weird. He couldn't feel anything in his body; it was
like everything was numb. He couldn't feel himself reaching across
the hallway to brush away the door blocking his way. He couldn't
feel the wooden frame underneath his fingertips; he couldn't feel his
feet moving across the ground. He only felt…heavy. Like there was
an overbearing force pressing down on him. He almost felt drugged,
his mind hazy and the corner of his eyes blurry as if he was crying.
If he was, he couldn't feel it. Heero walked into the sunlit room,
the barren walls surrounding him like a cage. Everything was deathly
silent and still, like the very air had stopped moving in this
peaceful moment of solitude. But nothing was peaceful in this dead
zone of a bedroom…
Quatre, who was trying to help Trowa, followed Heero slowly into the
bright room. The innocent pilot blinked around, the room nothing he
had imagined; it seemed that everything was in its place, the golden
sun shining its light through the window and warming everything up
with its yellow touch. It almost seemed like a normal day…except
something was deeply out of place.
Quatre left Trowa's side and walked slowly to a threaded sheet that
splayed out across the wooden floor. Gingerly, he crouched down and
ran his fingers through the cold sheet then picked it up with a small
grimace. Deep in the fabrics of white laid the color of dark
crimson, a thick line trailing down the white terrain. Quatre looked
up from the grated sheet, thin white threads curling into Quatre's
fingers as if they were clawed apart. He looked towards the bed. It
had been shoved against the corner of the room, sheets melting over
the sides like sorrowful lovers. Quatre looked at the exposed blood
splattered on the pasty bedspread, the feathers of a torn pillow
spilling across the shredded blood. Some of them were licked with
the ruby red, while others disappeared into the torn sheets. Quatre
slowly brought a hand to his lips, staring at the mess with widening
eyes. Fingers that streaked with crimson blood had reached for the
wall to leave its messy mark, the desperate cry to stop the horror
that had attacked him unaware.
Hesitantly, Quatre began to reach out, eyes slipping closed as he
pulled back the horrid sheets away from the bed. He waited for some
response; some sort of gasp, to signify that Duo was hidden under the
mangled covers…but there was no sound. Slowly, Quatre slipped open
his eyes then quickly tore them away from something that was even
worse than Duo's broken body covered in blood…
It was the long strands of auburn hair with bleeding red tips at one
end. Stands of chestnut that had been ruthlessly grabbed and torn
from the skull like burning wax. Automatically, Quatre's hand rose to
his own soft, short locks of gold, closing his eyes against the
imaginative pain he could feel screaming down the side of his head.
His breathing trembled; choking back tears that almost came up, and
slipped open his eyes once again. Slowly, he reached out and gently
took hold of the locks of russet.
And gasped loudly, eyes widening, as images began to fill his mind.
*****
Duo was lying on the bed, staring straight at Quatre…or right
through him. He was tightly curled up, eyes incredibly wide in
frozen fear and trembling. He was whispering something, clutching
the sheets until his fingers were white. Quatre watched with
fascination as blood appeared like a blossoming rose across the plain
of white on Duo's wrist wounds.
"Duo? What are you saying?" Quatre whispered, stepping forward.
"I told you not to leave me…I told you not to leave me…" Duo
muttered into the cold air, over and over again… "I told you not to
leave me… I told you not to leave me… I told you not to leave me…"
Quatre squeaked loudly as suddenly the bed was thrown and skidded
across the floor. Duo wailed and buried his face into the pillow,
shoulders quivering with terror.
"Duo!" Quatre launched forward to protect his friend but suddenly he
was pushed violently backwards, as if a force greater then he blocked
his path. He could only watch in fear, fighting against some
invisible foe, as Duo was thrown onto his back and his head was
tossed violently aside…the unforgettable sound of skin connecting
with flexed bone radiating in the air. Duo cried into his throat,
refusing, always refusing, to just cry out. Oh, God, if only he had
screamed earlier and they could have…
Could have what, Quatre? The pilots could have been standing right
where Quatre was now…and be able to see the real thing besides the
screams of intense pain from behind a locked door.
Duo was clawing at the sheets, whimpering but never crying out…until
he was smacked again and a tiny, coughed cry escaped his dry lips.
How was this happening…!? Who was hitting him..!? DUO!!
The sheets were torn away and the shred of clothing filled the air.
Quatre's eyes slowly widened even larger…
He could literally see the grip of fingers burying themselves into
Duo's pasty skin. The imprints of fingertips that dug so deep to
make permanent bruises…they were clawing across his flesh, punching
and hitting him into submission. They brutally touched Duo's naked
body everywhere, the deepening of skin as fingers pressed into him
showing where they were marking Duo for life. And then those deep
dents appeared on Duo's knees, squeezing them like putty, and forced
the weakening thighs apart. The Shinigami devotee lay exposed to the
air, to the world of sin, in all his frightening glory. His body was
trembling in utter fear, limps so taunt in shock that he wouldn't be
able to move them if he wished to…
And…then started the screaming. It just began as Quatre watched in
horror, Duo's body thrusting into the air until only his shoulder
blades and head still met mattress below him. Duo started screaming
bloody murder, his eyes snapping open to grow larger then ever
before. Something then started to pound…into Duo and Duo…Duo could
only keep screaming as the indented depths printed themselves on his
arms. He could not fight the invisible force that brutally took him
again and again…over and over…deepening himself into Duo that made
him scream for death.
Quatre didn't even realize he was screaming with his friend.
And then came the blood. It dripped free from Duo's hindquarters,
falling to the ground in silence. Nothing could be heard over the
cries. Ruby droplets fell free from the Shinigami pilot, like tears
that never shed from Duo's eyes. Blood…as Duo's soul began to tear
apart.
Suddenly, everything was like it was going fast forward. Duo's head
was twisting from side to side too fast, the creaking and pounding
from the bed moving like they were going into the future. It just
seemed to add to the horror, the twisting of Duo's mournful body and
the rape increasing its desperate search for a sinful climax.
Oh, God, it wasn't fair…
And then Quatre saw something different. Flashes of images began to
appear before his eyes, replacing the scene of the continuous rape
and disappearing just as quickly.
Duo.
Stakes.
Cross.
Blood.
Dying.
Wall.
Blank.
……DUO!!!!!
*****
Trowa slowly walked towards Quatre's turned back, curious to why the
innocent pilot had turned deathly silent when he had picked up the
locks from the bed. Slowly, pausing, Trowa placed a gentle hand on
his friend's shoulder…
Quatre gasped, eyes snapping open, as he felt someone gently touch
his shoulder. The locks of bronze hair were clenched tightly within
his grasp, making his hand quiver as if in fear. Quatre looked over
at Trowa, who had gently placed his hand on his comrade's shoulder,
but he seemed unearthly. Quatre felt like he was still in his dream,
still locked up in the room where Duo had cried vainly for help. The
room felt so empty now, the sunlight turning cold and forbidden.
Trowa was watching him, questioning him…and Quatre looked away…
Towards the door.
He hoped it wasn't true. Quatre stepped forward, the strands falling
free from his grasp.
He begged he had just imagined it. He was drawing nearer now, the
door that had welcomed them in at long last shielding his truth.
He prayed to God that it was a dream. Quatre could already see the
blood leaking free from under the door. Gently, the once-innocent
pilot reached out and tapped the door aside and it silently tipped
away, ever so slowly, the shadow of creeping darkness cast by the
entry melting off the wall where sunshine could grow strong and
reveal the truth. The first thing that Quatre noticed was the garnet
liquid that seeped down the wallboards, the graceful touch of the
golden sun consuming it with its forever glow of light. The blood
was thick, yet shallow as it began a long puddle beneath its leaking
waterfall.
And then Quatre looked further, past the coursing rivers shivering
their way down the barrier and to the man who cried the tears of red,
gently dropping from the crown of his head and onto his face to
imprint its trail down to his chin.
To the wrists that was pinned to the wall by vicious stakes that
soaked of hideous blood.
To the feet that crossed at the ankles and stabbed through by one
long pledge, the tears of rubies shimmering down his toes.
To the wound of retched jealously that bore the marking through his
hip, digging in long to show off the muscles of claret underneath the
colorless skin.
To the hair that was tied in knots, clotting around the youthful,
bruised body in its battered form, weeping with pain at the rough
treatment it and its master had been portrayed.
To the fingertips that had burned themselves into the skin of Duo
Maxwell's body, the tones of blue, yellow, green, and brown that
threaded themselves across his ugly, beaten skin.
To the death of the soul as empty violet eyes stared into the world
with lost compassion, dying rage, wilting strength, and vanishing
mind.
Quatre trembled. He felt the tears. He heard the shatter of his
heart. And then he screamed.
TBC…
Note: *screams* AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! *cackles then
grows silent for…a moment before bursting into tears* Writer's
block…*weeps*
I've started the next chapter but I'm just jumping around since I
don't know what I want to do with it quite yet. It might take some
time to get out so please be patient. Thank you all for your help on
trying to improve my writing and the thorough support and
encouragement for a continuous. I read your reviews over and over
again every day and I'm just so happy that so many of you guys enjoy
this fic! *whole room lights up with her happiness* Please, if you
like this story so much, read my other fic The Forsworn. I'm pretty
sure you will like it as well and if you don't, tell me why! *crosses
fingers* Arigato, once again! I love you all!!!
ACK! And if you have any questions on the story, please e-mail me
personally so I can get back to you! I can't remember to write you
back or remember half of them. So if you are confused or just plain
wanting to know something, please let me know! I would love
answering them!
-Sita Seraph
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