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Title: The Bone Gate
Authors: Nix Winter and
LunarGeography (Amy the
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4
Rating: Mature adults only
Warnings: Angst, spooky occult
stuff, and boys who are not what they seemed to be. Post EW
Archive: fanfiction.net, http://www.therck.org, all others
Disclaimer: No infringement of
the copyright of Gundam Wing is intended. This story is purely for
Date: Posted 26 November 2006
Summary: After Endless Waltz,
the pilots are separated by the fears of the new government. But all is
not well with the G-boys. Old enemies may be pulling strings from
somewhere unimaginably far behind the scenes, and old friends may not
be what they seem.
[xxx]: Text on screen
The dream coalesced again, forming itself from the harmless and
habitual snippets and scenes her subconscious mind was weaving. The
asphalt beneath her feet hardened further, grew gloss and ripples that
sported razor-sharp edges, until it became a plain of onyx. The red of
the stoplight flared and grew until it covered the entire sky, and took
on a murky cast.
The sounds of the dream – voices, music, street noises – blurred warped
into a ceaseless keen of wind.
Her dream-self cried out in protest. She didn't want to be here again.
She didn't want to see this again.
Dream-Duo appeared upon the plain, nude, and within moments was wrapped
in gray wisps. At first she thought the wisps were fog, but then they
grew faces of hollowness and shadows, and began to whimper. Noises like
the cries of damned children, lost forever, joined the wail of the
wind. One by one, each wispy mouth fastened itself onto Duo's flesh,
until he was clothed in undulating stormcloud-leeches. Duo's face was
deathly pale, and tears poured from his eyes, though his face was set
in a cold, grim expression.
A single red rose upon a long, winding stem appeared in the gloom,
hovering in the air. The vine grew, winding towards Duo and wrapping
around his neck. Once the pale throat was encircled, the vine twisted,
and barbed black thorns pierced deep into Duo's throat, and the rose
seemed to suck the blood into itself, down the vine.
From beneath the rose, the onyx plain shuddered, and the bones began to
They were old bones, stripped clean long ago, worn to shades of ivory
and yellow by ages unimaginable to her. The long bones of the body –
femur and humerus, ulna and radius, tibia and fibula – were the
scaffolding, long columns topped with pelvic bones, through which ribs
and vertebrae were woven to hold the structure together. Skulls stared
out from niches, and skeletal hands extended from the structure,
reaching desperately for salvation that would never come. It was far,
far too late.
The Bone Gate. The nearly-impenetrable barrier between the living and
The vine contracted, pulling Duo to one of the massive closed doors. He
hung limp and unresisting,seemingly drained, as skeletal hands grasped
his arms, his legs, his throat. There was a look of suffering and
unbearable, inescapable horror on his face, but she was helpless in
And in reality... In waking reality it was worse.
She was distracted from her thoughts when Quatre appeared. He, too, was
naked, but none of the foggy wraiths attached themselves to him. He was
pale, clutching at his chest, and he fell heavily against the door. He,
too, was grasped by the bones, held helpless.
The Bone Gate began to glow, a deep purple shade that emanated from
between the doors, and both boys started to scream. She could see the
soft, soft skin on both of them begin to melt into the bones.
When she, too, screamed, she woke soaked in sweat and shaking, and did
not sleep again that night.
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