Disclaimer: I do not own either Gundam Wing or Hannibal Lecter. I can certainly do without Gundam Wing (the only reason I’d want that thing is for the profit off merchandising), though I do wish I owned Hannibal Lecter, for he would make for a very interesting friend (as though you could own a person).
WARNING: OK, I realize this story has no plot to it whatsoever. I didn’t intend for it to. The longer story with a plot will come out later, when I’m done with my two other bloody projects. This is merely a short death scenario. Because of this, if you are absolutely in love with Heero (like some people) or Relena (come on guys/lesbians, you can do better than that), you may want to skip over this. However, if you enjoy an occasional interesting death, READ ON! By the way, very descriptive gore with large sexual orientation.
Heero struggled in vain to release himself from the restraints that held him on the upturned bed. He looked at Relena, tied to the chair a few feet away. They both had been brutally beaten. Relena, fortunately, had not been raped. It was then that Dr. Lecter re-entered the room.
"Mr. Yuy," he began, "I have a question for you. Do you know what it is that makes you aroused…you know, makes you want to fuck? And I do not mean your whore over there," he said, motioning to Relena. "Biologically…anatomically…what makes you hard. Do you know?"
Heero simply remained silent, a scowl on his face with the hint of fear.
"You should answer when asked a question. It’s not polite to ignore someone, especially your elders. The least you can do is show a few manners. But I will assume you do not know the answer to my question. Blood, Mr. Yuy. That’s what makes you little "willie" hard. Blood. You see, when you become aroused, the body sends more blood to your penis, causing it to swell and activating the muscles." Dr. Lecter then picked up a nearby knife and cut Heero’s shirt off. He walked over to Relena and grabbed the chair.
"Leave her alone," Heero demanded. Dr. Lecter looked at him, a pleasant surprise in his eye.
"But Mr. Yuy, you should appreciate this part." He pulled the chair over directly in front of Heero. Dr. Lecter then proceeded to pull Heero’s shorts to his ankles, revealing his limp member. He then took Relena by the back of the head, and shoved her mouth into Heero’s crotch. When he determined Heero was hard enough, he released Relena’s head. "Thank you, my dear," he said as he pushed her chair on its back. "There is one downfall to this blood, Mr. Yuy. To get the blood there, arteries must be present. The arteries in a dick are rather large. Though with the size of yours, I may have to doubt that. But I’ve heard of people bleeding to death from having theirs cut off." Dr. Lecter smiled the smile unique to only himself. The smile that made even Heero fearful of the doctor. "I’ve been rather curious as to whether or not it actually happens." At that, Dr. Lecter brought out the knife again and cut off Heero’s member, pouring blood over his legs. Heero, normally calm even when in pain, screamed more than ever before.
Dr. Lecter momentarily left the room and arrived with two wine glasses. He set Relena’s chair back on its four legs and held each of the glasses under Heero’s bleeding member until each was about half full. "Tell me, my dear, how does it taste." He forced the blood into her mouth and made her swallow. "So, how is it?"
Relena remained as silent as Heero had earlier, only releasing whimpers of fear and dismay.
"Oh, now, not you too. I thought you were a queen, Ms. Peacecraft. Where is your sense of refinement?"
"Where is yours, Dr. Lecter?"
"Feisty…I enjoy that. I suppose we can be friends, for the time being."
"I should rather die, Dr. Lecter."
"Oh, do not get me wrong. You will." He smiled again as he set the wine glasses down on a small table. He stared Relena in the eye. "It must be hard for you to run this kingdom, considering your age."
No response.
"I knew your father." Relena’s eyes snapped to Lecter. "And I do not mean that infernal Dorlan. I mean Peacecraft…your biological father. I knew him well. Though I have yet to decide whether or not that was such an honor."
"What do you mean?" Relena asked, her eyes growing saddened and needy.
"He was not a good man, Ms. Relena. I see you do not remember. Well, allow me to help you. You were three. Your father came home drunk with another man. Your mother was sitting on the couch. You were upstairs. You were supposed to be asleep, but you were awakened by your father’s loud entrance, and you now sat at the top of the stairs. Your mother came up to your father, yelling at him about his drinking. Your father broke her nose and her right forearm. Are you starting to remember, Ms. Relena?" His smile continued.
Relena’s eyes had not changed. She could not remember.
"You screamed. That’s when he turned his attention to you. You tried to run, but he was at the top of the stairs before you could go anywhere. He called you his ‘little bitch’. He then threw you down the stairs and you landed on a large ceramic piece. A shard was lodged in your leg, near your hip."
"I don’t believe a word you said. My father would never do that."
"Oh no, Ms. Relena?" He violently pulled her skirt as far up to her waist as he could with her in the chair. "Then what is this?" he questioned triumphantly as he pointed to a large scar on her upper leg, just below her waist.
Relena tried hard not to cry.
"How did you get that scar, Ms. Relena?"
"I don’t know," she sobbed. Then she became angry. "How would you know this anyway?" she screamed.
"Because, my dear, I was there. I was the man your father brought home that night."
Relena’s face grew pale. She knew the face. She could recognize it. Everything came back to her. He’d had that same smile, even then.
"Ah, you remember now, don’t you, Relena. My little bitch." Lecter picked up the knife again and brought it to her leg, shoving it in where her scar was. "Do you remember that too? The pain. The way you screamed like the ‘little bitch’ you were." Relena screamed terribly. Lecter smiled even greater. "Yes, just like that." He looked at her face, a twisted expression of pain. "I believe I have done enough here," He walked over to Heero’s detached appendage, picked it up, and shoved it down Relena’s throat. He watched her as she went into convulsions and slowly suffocated to death.
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