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Warnings:AU, yaoi, lemon, OOC, gore
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I never have. I never will.
Pairs: 1+2, 3+4, 1x2(later on)
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*) by Solo Wolf
"Faces of the Forest"
Part One: The Capture
Duo crouched on a tree limb and observed the enemy. A pair some men walked by the tree and sat down at its base causing him to curse mentally. Duo's kind were inhuman in three ways. One, he had a set of large leathery wings that allowed him to fly and two, large, clawed, three-toed feet for climbing....Or disemboweling one of those accursed Cital solders, three a long prehensile tail. Urg, they were everywhere! It wasn't safe to fly anymore. He had seen many of his friends killed, shot strait out of the air to land in a bloody heap in the ground. These people didn't keep the Forest's Law. "[1] Only kill to eat, or to keep from being eaten." Duo murmured softly. These Cital killed more than they could eat, and they hardly ate any of it. They killed his kind just for their wings and tails, after all that was the only truly edible part on their bodies. The Cital were trained mainly in the arts of war. Most were skilled torturers as well. His kind were peaceful but well versed in battle techniques. They, however didn't kill. Rush in, disable them and bring them into the deepest parts of the Forest. They survive for about five minuets, six tops. The men were talking in some unknown tongue. "One of those bat people are in this tree!" One whispered to the other. Duo heard this but didn't understand. He didn't bother to learn their shity speech, he thought that it was meaningless since he never intended to ever talk to those oriental monsters. Something struck Duo in the back he reached behind and pulled out a small dart. He couldn't move. It was like all of his muscles were frozen in place. He closed his eyes as he plummeted to the ground, landing with a bone crunching thud. Duo had no doubt that a few of his ribs snapped when he hit the ground. A small man climbed out the tree and stepped walked on Duo's back. "Well, that went well." The man said, digging the heels of his boots into Duo's back, drawing blood. "You see, we new that you were spying on us." The man jumped off his back and kicked him squarely in the head. Duo nearly passed out from the shards off pain that lanced through his mind, the most pitiful sounds wormed their way out of his throat. He was vaguely aware of the blood running down the side of his head. They took hold of his braid and dragged him to one of their prison. The fort's prison was underground and one of the least desirable places on earth. It was pitch black they opened a cell and threw him in. The smell overwhelmed him as he hit the floor. The horrible stench of meat rotting in the sun crept into Duo's nostrils making him gag. It was so strong it made his eyes water and burn. The poison wore off and Duo was finally able to move. Duo looked around and suppressed the urge to vomit. Bodies were sprawled all around him. Their reeking innards hung out clotted with blood. Broken remains of bodies lay in ghastly heaps. Duo spotted a section of a throat, hacked brutally. And a small ragged wing, streaked with scarlet and green. No wolves would come to clean up the mess. No vulture would be summoned to carry away the meaty fragments. Duo reached out and gently stroked the newborn scales. Not to far away lay the body of a small child. His neck was ripped open and caked with blood. Painted with the brushes of war, colored with pain and fear, this was the perfect picture of death. Duo pulled his knees up against his chest enveloped in sorrow and anger.
End of part 1 Well what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know.
End of part 1 Well what do you think? Love it? Hate it? Let me know.