Resilient until the End:
Disclaimer: I don't own a single Gundam Wing character, for they are owned by someone else.
Summary: Heero ends up buying a house, but as we all know, nothing goes as planned though when he's stuck in the very place housing haunting horrors. Welcome to the game of Red Rum, where the game doesn't end until everyone is dead. That includes everyone.
Introduction:
He had NO idea what he had gotten himself into.
Of course, then again, who would ever have guess anything like that COULD happen. I mean, haunting are 'real', but to have witnessed something of this amplitude was unheard of.
It just might kill him. Or drive him mad.
Insanity, or to die by the hands of the un-living, or for the people who watch those zombie movies and supernatural stuff, the undead. Neither living nor dead.
His own little ghost story. He didn't even want it, hell no one would want to have THIS happen to them...
Chapter One: The Game of Red Rum I
It was a lovely sunny day out on a small house in the middle of nowhere, perfect for the perfect soldier. Quiet, far from Duo and Relena, and a place for his head. A place to think in the solitude and try living a normal life.
Even though the house was quite small, it was large enough for it to house tenants. Heero thought is strange enough that he hadn't seen a single one yet.
It was quite nice of Duo to help with the unpacking and Relena had heard of his move (probably from the big mouth of Duo Heero assumed only) and was willing to help also. It was quite lovely in repose, the house by that I mean, with the large fields, painted with...flowers it seemed. It was too perfect for selling for such a cheap price.
'Who gives a damn about whether or not it was perfect or too perfect?' Heero thought angrily, having other things his mind could wander too. It kept him distracted from his blue-eyed angel with waist long golden locks though.
"Hey, Heero!" Duo shouted, waving a free hand from the very heavy box of books and manuals. "Where do you—
"The box fell to the ground sharply. With a very large thud, some of the books toppled out. Duo received a glare from Heero, one that promised death for doing such a thing for his stuff.
"Over there." He growled, pointing to a corner where a large oak bookshelf was.
"You got too much crap anyway, no need to worry about some books." Duo grumbled under his breath, his long brunet colored braid swaying as he briskly walked over to the bookshelf and dropped it. That was to annoy him, grinning with satisfaction with the glare he received, he left to go move more stuff.
"Baka." Heero found himself muttering under his breath.
Relena came through the large doors into the spacious hall next, carrying a large box that was by far too heavy for her.
It all seemed to happen in mere seconds. One minute the light fixture was there, and the next...
There was a crack from above as the chandelier she was standing under seemed to want to hit her, wanting to kill her on impact with a malicious rage.
"Relena!" Heero found himself running in her direction, shoving her out of the way as the whole light fixture came crashing down in a seemingly split second, the sound's from it's fall surpassingly hardly heard. Even more was it looked brand new, and same for the ceiling, nothing that would have dropped a heavy chandelier like that.
He cringed in pain as he felt the cold metal crush against his leg, snapping it as he shielded his body against hers, getting himself hit with shattered bits of the glass bulbs.
Relena stared at Heero with her large aqua eyes, shocked that she almost died, or would have. Heero's breath was heavy as he was thrown onto her. She saw and heard everything. The large snap of his bone being broken. His teeth being gritted down to try and ease the pain.
"Heero!" She breathed as Duo came rushing up, hearing the large crash.
"What the hell happened?!" He shouted, running to pull the giant metal structure off of Heero's leg that was twisted at an odd angle. He succeeded, dragging it off elsewhere, only a little bit though due to it's immense weight and size.
"Heero!" Relena managed to get up now with the extra weight gone. Heero shifted, managing to lea heavily on his knee. "Y-Your leg, get back here! We have to take you to the doctor." She said sternly.
He gave her a cold glare, regretting it instantly. Something about this house made him uneasy. It seemed familiar...
Relena stared at Heero as he lay down on the floor, propping his leg against the wall. She saw Duo flinch as if remembering the first time this happened. A sickening crack filled the air as Heero moved his bone back into place, his teeth gritting so tightly Relena thought they would fall out.
"H-How about some lunch?" Relena asked, a weak smile on her face, the effects of the falling lamp still had her quite shaken obviously.
Heero shivered involuntarily, something was wrong. Goosebumps began to form on his arms even though he was wearing his green tank top with a jean jacket and his light blue jean pants.
"You wait here, we'll go get the food!" Duo said with a merrily, and fake, voice. Relena nodded, walking out the door with her.
Heero jerked his head in their direction as they walked out the door, "No!" He tried to shout, but as they spun around, the doors slammed closed, locking tighter and tighter. So tight it was as if it was trying to block the air.
Making him suffocate in the dusty room.
Laughter was heard and screams of the past. There were tenants in the building and the stairs shook as they came down.
"Well, hello there." A teenager girl with blonde hair tied in braided pigtails said, a forced smile plastered on her face, her eyes deceiving the growing fear in her stomach, making the bile in it churn like a hurricane. Whirling and rushing, making flip-flops to make her more unsettled.
There was an older woman with a crazed look in her eye. "Well, it seems that the g-games can begin, can it not?"
She said near hysteria in a low voice, making him cringe from the corner he was in. There was barely any light and the shattered glass seemed to wink at him.
"We are all here, all six players of the game, when do we start?" An old man asked, his hair pepper and salt, more salt though at the moment. His face was haggard, like he was worn and used like an old towel, torn and discarded.
"When they want to, only the last has the fate and they all go after him." A young boy, only looking to be about ten said.
The wind picked up and the pounding on the door that his friends were making were drowned out with the rushing and howling vortex they were trapped in. Doomed to die in.
"Let it begin then." The old woman screamed. "Let the game being!" Tears fell from her face, her tears mingling with her fears.
All where here, in this accursed place of horrors.
Cry, my tears,
To please my fears.
For let us be, as we are...all here.
The game of Red Rum. The game of Murder...