Title: Piece of the Dark part 4
Author: Phoenix
Disclaimer: I don't own GW. I am poor and that
should be proof enough. This fic is for
entertainment only.
Fandom: Gundam Wing
Pairings: Mentions MuellerXAlex, HeeroXTrowaXDuo
Rating: R for cussing and violence
Warnings: Cussing, violence, mention of M/M
relationships, evil magic, bad pilots, may squick
people, and I wrote it.
Archive: CkoS, GW Addiction, WWOMB if they want it.
All others please ask.
Summary: Duo has discovered what was done to him
and an old enemy finds him.
Duo staggered along the street. His body felt like it was on fire. A fever sapped what little strength remained after the transformation in the bank. At the back of his mind a call to go to Wufei was building. Still, the former pilot forced himself to keep walking away.
The power he used to continue forward came from his knowledge of betrayal. Hands twisted into fists as he thought of how they had used him; forced some sort of monster on him. The men he'd given his heart tainted his soul.
Caught up in misery, Duo didn't see the man in his path. They fell in a heap of limbs and curse words. Struggling to pull free was too much of a strain on the young man, though, and halfway clear he passed out. The blond he had collided with stared for a few minutes at the limp form in his arms. Cold blue eyes searched the heart shaped face carefully.
"Duo Maxwell. I never thought I'd have you in my power." Alex purred. "And bearing the mark of the Dark Dragon God. Even better."
Carefully lifting the unconscious form, the former OZ killer peered around; no one was on the street. Good. Quickly, Alex retraced his steps back to his apartment. Blue eyes watched the street frantically. There was no way a newly reborn follower of that God would be alone. Yet, no one followed.
At his apartment, the older man locked his door and cast a small spell to seal it. Nothing short of a God was going to open that door without his permission. Dumping Duo on the couch, Alex gathered several bags and a small bottle of paint. In seconds a star was formed on the wooden floor and symbols drawn inside with dust from the bags. With a single word the dust caught fire.
"Now no one will be able to find you, my little Gundam pilot," the caster murmured as the smoke faded.
Precautions taken, Alex turned to his unconscious "guest." Duo was moaning and twisting on the couch. Lips formed silent words. Occasionally a small, black symbol would flash on the center of his forehead. A symbol marking him as chosen of the Dark Dragon.
Blind fury welled up in the blond killer. He and Mueller had once been chosen by the Dark God. Its blessing bestowed on their heads. However, during the battle with Zechs, the creature revoked said gift, leaving them helpless and mortal once more. Mueller, his beautiful Mueller, died. Somehow Alex still remained and revenge became his sole reason for living. And now, what lay before him but the perfect mode for vengeance? He could use this boy to destroy the duplicitous God and all its followers.
Taking up an intricately carved dagger, Alex ripped open Duo's shirt. Pale, sweat soaked skin glistened in the room's half light. An old feeling made its way through the blue-eyed man's veins. This particular young man was very attractive. Then Duo opened his eyes and Alex was caught in a violet sea of desperation, pain, and a loss so deep it awed him.
"Why?" Duo whispered. "Why did you do this to me? I loved you. I thought you loved me. Why?"
Slowly those endless depths closed and uneasy rest claimed their owner.
Freed, Alex staggered back. The dagger fell to the floor unnoticed.
They had tainted the boy without his permission? Forced the Dark God's essence into his soul without asking? Things became clearer. No wonder he was wandering around alone after Awakening. Of course he was suffering; fighting to stop what the God's power was determined to transform him into.
Alex sat down hard, his jaw agape.
What kind of monsters would do this to someone who loved them? Didn't they know what this could do to Duo? The kind of pain he would be in? Not even Mueller and he, at their worst, ever, EVER were that cruel.
Alex shook his head.
Why did he care? This guy was an enemy. His only use was helping him gain revenge. Right?
Yet, that stare. The pain in those eyes. The hopelessness and despair. The loss. Alex couldn't shake the image from his mind. Could anyone have used Duo more viciously? He didn't think so.
"Damn it," he reminded himself. "I have the perfect chance to make that monster pay. Why the hell am I hesitating!"
Because he knew the kind of pain and loss Duo was feeling. Because he'd been through it himself.
"I am not feeling sorry from him," he tried to convince himself. "I am not empathizing with his pain."
But he was.
After being alone for years, Noin's former student finally found someone who might understand what he'd been through. Might actually have some idea of how badly it hurt to be betrayed and left behind. Another thought occurred to him.
Using just a tiny bit of magic, Alex looked at the pilot. Whatever he was going to become would be powerful. Extremely so. Could he be convinced to join Alex? Or at least seek revenge in his place? Duo would have a far better chance than a mortal.
With a sigh the blond made up his mind.
"Like I have anything to lose," he snorted and picked up the dagger.
It took twenty minutes for Alex to gather everything he needed. Various bags, bottles, and boxes scattered the floor of his kitchen as he dumped the contents into a large pot. Stirring everything and watching it boil made him feel a bit better about his choice. If done right, the liquid would soon turn clear at which point it was ready to be administered. From there only the Fates knew what would happen.
Finally the liquid cleared and Alex could see himself reflected off its surface. His eyes raked over his reflection as he turned off the heat. No one would recognize him these days. Blond hair went all the way down to the middle of his back. The arrogant sneer so often found on his face a few years ago was gone. Blue eyes that once looked at the world with cold indifference now showed everything he felt. So many changes since Mueller died.
No. Not died. Killed. By Zechs Marquise. Rage flowed through the man again. Why had the Dragon God abandoned them? Why? They killed so many for It. Offered up enemy after enemy as sacrifices. A low moan drew his attention to the figure on his couch; something told him Duo Maxwell could give him the answers he sought.
Spooning a cup full of the cooling liquid into a glass, Alex moved to put his plan into action.
Duo still twisted as if in a nightmare. The sorcerer knew better. The longhair fighter was doing what came naturally, fighting. Trying to undo or stop what the dark magic coursing through his veins was trying to accomplish. A useless endeavor. Still, that amount of courage, strength, and determination were noteworthy. The boy would have made an incredible OZ Officer.
Gently lifting Duo, he pressed the glass to his lips. Once they got past a couple choking gasps the rest of the potion went down easily. Stepping back, the older man quickly stripped as Duo's thrashing grew worse. Feverish eyes opened to see him kneel next to the couch.
"No, No, No." A soft chant filled the air; despair echoed in the voice.
"You must accept this," Alex told him fiercely. "To fight any further means your death. And after what I have just done, I will follow."
"Please, I don't want to be a monster."
"Then don't be. You will shape the power. You will be what you decide."
A look of hope crossed Duo's feature. So much desperate hope it broke Alex's frozen heart.
"I promise."
Slowly he reached out to place his right hand over Duo's heart.
"This is going to hurt," he warned and spoke a Word of Power. And the world caught fire.
End Part 4
Phoenix
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