The Dead Will Come 9
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misanagiThe Dead Will Come
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.
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Heero didn't even try to dodge the punch. He could have, Duo knew that well enough, but the bastard had just stayed still, fully knowing that Duo was dealing him one right to the face, and Duo's punches were no kids play.
The Chinese guy with the lab coat made a move then but Heero stopped him with a look. Good. This was between the two of them. Trowa was standing patiently by the opened door of the car, his eyes more focused on the back seat that on Duo.
"So no hello?" Duo asked angrily, flexing his fingers. "Years of absence made you mute now?"
"Hello, Duo."
"Don't even fucking hello me, Yuy!" Duo shook his head not able to tear his eyes away from Heero but feeling a rush of anger every time he saw the calm expression on the other's face. " Six years! And you fucking appear in the middle of the night and attempt to kill yourself by standing in front of my car!"
Heero winced or as much of a wince as he was capable of. "You finished it," he said quietly.
"Of course I did." Duo glanced to the car. "No thanks to you."
Another wince. "How does it run?"
"You," Duo pointed his finger at Heero's chest, "don't get to ask me that." He felt like punching Heero again. Heero's cheek was already getting red and Duo felt a smidgen of regret. "Why?" he asked, and this time his voice wasn't enraged but hurt.
There was an uncomfortable silence before Heero said, "I'm sorry."
Duo shook his head. "I can't handle 'I'm sorrys' now. I asked you a simple question." Duo could feel all his anger draining and leaving him with the familiar empty feeling that had accompanied him for the last six years. "Six years, Heero. I deserve to know."
The silence was longer this time.
"I didn't want you to die."
Duo frowned. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. "Die? Why would I die?"
"I wanted to join the army. I knew you would follow and it wasn't a risk I could take."
"And what about me?" The anger was coming back full force. "Don't you think I get to have a say in my own life, Yuy? What makes you think I would die anyway? What makes you think that would be worst than leaving me here, leaving without saying where you're going, without saying goodbye!? You just don't go disappearing into the fucking night. It's not something you do!" Duo felt drained. All those emotions he had kept inside were pouring now and he was already on edge. "Why did you come back?"
"I needed to know you were alright."
Duo let out a bitter laugh. "So that's what it takes to bring Heero Yuy back? A fucking zombie infestation." He snorted. "Wish I had known, I would have arranged this fucking horror movie a lot sooner."
Heero remained quiet. He made a move towards Duo but Duo just shook his head. "I can't deal with this yet, Yuy." He lifted his shotgun, aimed it behind Heero and shot. He couldn't believe that he was grateful the fucking zombies were back.
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TBC
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28
Heero didn't even try to dodge the punch. He could have, Duo knew that well enough, but the bastard had just stayed still, fully knowing that Duo was dealing him one right to the face, and Duo's punches were no kids play.
The Chinese guy with the lab coat made a move then but Heero stopped him with a look. Good. This was between the two of them. Trowa was standing patiently by the opened door of the car, his eyes more focused on the back seat that on Duo.
"So no hello?" Duo asked angrily, flexing his fingers. "Years of absence made you mute now?"
"Hello, Duo."
"Don't even fucking hello me, Yuy!" Duo shook his head not able to tear his eyes away from Heero but feeling a rush of anger every time he saw the calm expression on the other's face. " Six years! And you fucking appear in the middle of the night and attempt to kill yourself by standing in front of my car!"
Heero winced or as much of a wince as he was capable of. "You finished it," he said quietly.
"Of course I did." Duo glanced to the car. "No thanks to you."
Another wince. "How does it run?"
"You," Duo pointed his finger at Heero's chest, "don't get to ask me that." He felt like punching Heero again. Heero's cheek was already getting red and Duo felt a smidgen of regret. "Why?" he asked, and this time his voice wasn't enraged but hurt.
There was an uncomfortable silence before Heero said, "I'm sorry."
Duo shook his head. "I can't handle 'I'm sorrys' now. I asked you a simple question." Duo could feel all his anger draining and leaving him with the familiar empty feeling that had accompanied him for the last six years. "Six years, Heero. I deserve to know."
The silence was longer this time.
"I didn't want you to die."
Duo frowned. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. "Die? Why would I die?"
"I wanted to join the army. I knew you would follow and it wasn't a risk I could take."
"And what about me?" The anger was coming back full force. "Don't you think I get to have a say in my own life, Yuy? What makes you think I would die anyway? What makes you think that would be worst than leaving me here, leaving without saying where you're going, without saying goodbye!? You just don't go disappearing into the fucking night. It's not something you do!" Duo felt drained. All those emotions he had kept inside were pouring now and he was already on edge. "Why did you come back?"
"I needed to know you were alright."
Duo let out a bitter laugh. "So that's what it takes to bring Heero Yuy back? A fucking zombie infestation." He snorted. "Wish I had known, I would have arranged this fucking horror movie a lot sooner."
Heero remained quiet. He made a move towards Duo but Duo just shook his head. "I can't deal with this yet, Yuy." He lifted his shotgun, aimed it behind Heero and shot. He couldn't believe that he was grateful the fucking zombies were back.
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TBC
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