Hi everyone. I haven't written for a long time because of my schoolwork.
School's almost over so now I've got more time, except that I have to
have tutoring for my SAT. Now onto the fic.
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the original GW characters.
Duo: Thank God! *gets hit in the head with the Frying Pan of Doom*
The Book of Angels
Chapter 2 (teaser)
The young boy hid in the dark corner of the secret room.
Quatre Raberba Winner, heir to the Count Winner of Mckinley, shook
with fear. He had a small tree in his hands and his violin by
his side, his two most prized possessions. Behind him a barrel
of fresh water was left by Rashid, a faithful servant of the
family, and a supply of food. On the far side of the room another
barrel was left for him to use as a privy. His eyes looked
towards the light in front of him. On the chest stood an oil
lamp whose light reflected off his golden blond hair.
Quatre bit his lip. *Where's Rashid? * he thought. His
servant had hidden him inside the room to find help. A mob of
rebels marched outside, looking for the rest of the Winner
family. They attacked, killing many of the servants and his
family.
The thought of his family caused a few tears to leak out of
his eyes. The faithful servants had tried to save them but it was
too late. Rashid made it in time to save him before he joined the
rest of his family. *What am I going to do?* Quatre looked at the
lamp. 'The flame flickered, and soon it would dwindle and leave
him to face the darkness. *I'll be raving mad by the time Rashid
comes back with help. What am I going to do?*
Smoke and fire surrounded Wufei. He held the lifeless
Meiran in his arms. Tears streaked down his face as he held the
body close to him. Meiran, his wife. Wufei Chang was only
fifteen but a man nonetheless. As a husband, he was responsible
for the well being of his wife. But he had failed.
The smoke and fire became unbearable, suffocating him.
He coughed heavily. The smoke burned his eyes and lungs. There
was no way out of the house. The fire closed off all ways of
escape. Wufei prepared himself to join his family as the world
around him dimmed.
Trowa Barton walked along side the lion cages with a meat
bucket in his hands. *Time to feed my friends,* he almost smiled
at that thought. He did not have many friends in the circus. To
be precise, his only friend was Catherine Bloom, the knife-wielder
and his partner. Trowa would stand strapped to a wooden board as
Catherine threw knives at him.
He relieved himself of the heavy buckets by dumping the
bloody meat into the cages. Trowa sat beside the cage and petted
one of the giant cats. They trusted him and he loved them. Of
all the animals in the traveling circus, he loved the cats the
most. Trowa was powerful and graceful, almost like a cat himself.
He slowly got up and went on with his duty in feeding the other
animals.
As he walked towards the other cages, he heard the animals'
trainers whisper behind him. Trowa ignored them. He knew that
they were jealous of him. He had a knack with animals. They
tended to trust him more than their trainers. *With friends
like them, who needs human ones,* he thought wistfully.
The others around here treated each other like they were a
part of a huge family while he was all alone. He was the outcast,
the black sheep of the group. Besides Catherine no one else
considers him as a part of the group.
Suddenly a hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed him
from behind. A group of man threw him to the ground, knocking the
wind out of his lungs. "Hehehehe. We've been waiting for you,
pretty one." Terror struck Trowa as the voice registered in his
mind. They were the same men. *Not again. Nooo!*
"Come again," whispered a husky alto voice. Vivian Suri
flirted outrageously with the customer as he left. An unseen hand
took the man's moneybag as he began to leave. *Another sucker,*
Vivian thought smugly.
Vivian attracted many male customers into the merchant's shop.
Her long, silky chestnut hair flowed down her back to her waist.
The men always enjoyed playing with the strands of her hair. They
sank deep into her indigo eyes, obeying her every command. They
only saw her as the fat merchant's lovely mistress that helped him
draw customers. In reality, she was also a thief.
Vivian hated her life. She stole for a living before the
merchant caught her with his moneybag on her. They made a bargain
that as long as she stayed to be his mistress, she stayed out of
jail. It seemed like a good deal at the time. Vivian had someone
that depended on her to survive. She had promised to take care of
that person and she would because Vivian never breaks a promise.
Still, she dreaded the nights that came after each day.
However, living with a rich merchant as a mistress did have
its good sides. She had every opportunity to nab the moneybag
without being suspected. The merchant did not know that she
robbed the customers before they left the store. Nor did he know
that secretly Vivian was planning her escape. Now it depended all
on *him*.
Duo Maxwell ran into the alleyway. He hardly noticed the
strong stench of urine and rotting garbage. "Johnny?" he
whispered into the dark passage.
"I'm right here, Duo," a voice said from the shadows. The
boy Johnny stepped into the light. He had short-cropped brown hair
and light brown eyes. His height towered well above Duo at
five-eight.
"You've got the money that I asked for?"
"Aa. Enough to last a few years if you live on it sparingly."
"Good. Now on with operation rescue. Soon, Vivian Suri
can live a life as a free woman."
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Okay, that's it for this chapter. The next chapter are about each of the
four and how they meet their teachers. Not the old and ugly Dr.
Who shall I write first? I'm willing to take in votes. Whoever gets the
most votes gets written first. And those who are wondering about Vivian
Suri... that's to be revealed later in the fic.
Duo: *praying* I hope it's not me. *gets hit in the head with the Frying Pan
of Doom, again*
~Alan Kim
Duo's unknown and insane cousin who likes to crossdress
Owner of the Frying Pan of Doom