Posted: 10/01/00
Title: Brothers of Mercy [prologue/teaser]
Author: Jay / carboxylated@yahoo.com
Archive: All those with prior permission are welcome (and hugged profusely) to archive this. Er, or at least when I get the first chapter out. ;-)
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Category: ?
Timeline: Modified post-EW (boys all working in Preventers).
Pairings: 1x2
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is quite sadly not mine, but in fact the property of Bandai, Sunrise, and other large corporations and companies I have no affiliation with. (Again, quite sadly.)
Warning/Rating: R. Violence, angst, unpleasantries, G-boy torture.
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Note: Here's the brief summary of what I hope I can expand this into. (Well, after all the dreaded homework that's looming over poor widdle me.) It's post-EW, when the boys are working as Preventers when intel comes through with news of a possible new military threat, under the cover of a religious group. Heero and Duo go undercover, attempting to become initiates when they realize that it's not merely a group, but a fanatic cult with a deadly rite of passage. The prologue (teaser below) occurs in what you could consider the present, before it skips to the past, and then back to here for the conclusion. Wow. Y'know, this could almost be considered a-- a-- plot! ::grins::
It was a simple matter of faith.
Faith being a luxury he could not afford. Heero stared worriedly at the traffic passing twenty stories below him, lights and people dancing, the slow symphony of screeching tires and the hum of noise and movement. His eyes slid fluidly to the boy next to him. Duo stared, solemn gaze, eyes reverent on the asphalt so many feet below them.
"Come," a deep voice said, languidly. "Brothers, we must have faith."
/We must have faith./ Heero shivered and tried to hold together his cracking façade of calculating coolness. There was nothing he could do: it swept away with the wind, and he was left, trembling in the city air, choking, inwardly gibbering with anxiety and grief.
/He'll be okay. They'll come through. They'll come through./ His lips lifted in a half-snarl. /I'll kill them with my bare hands. I'll smash their skulls on--/ His tirade was interrupted by the grave voice; his skin felt cold, caught in this awful vertigo of nightmare. But the voice never stopped; it chanted, slowly, syllables rising and falling in some ancient ceremony, an insane rite, until his mind brimmed with terror and trepidation. They were fairly new sensations.
And all the time, Duo's eyes glowed with some inward, fervent light.
"Child Maxwell?"
Duo's answered-- or the ghost of his voice answered. "Yes, Brother?"
"Step forward and let the light receive you."
Sunset had been five hours ago. The only light was hundreds of feet below them, in the rapid dance of electricity that wove through the city floor.
Heero glanced at Duo's feet. They stood scant inches from the edge of the roof.
"Go, child. Let the light anoint you."
"Let the light anoint me," Duo repeated.
And stepped off the roof.
End Prologue
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Jay
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