Hiya! This was something I knocked together after a weird plot bunny- I call him Broccoli- burrowed into my head. I know it's not really in character, and some info has been changed by Broccoli to make my story work. I'm not exactly sure when this is set, before S.7 obviously, so somewhere around the beginning of S.6 probably. Please review- but remember it's just a bit of fun for me!
(I don't own any of these characters, although I wouldn't mind Andrew!)
Andrew Wells knelt on the wooden floor, his knees ached and a pain was shooting up his back- but he knew that if he moved Warren would be mad. Instead he attempted to focus his attention on the Star Trek memorabilia which littered the desk closest to him, but the pain was too much- and he soon found his attention being drawn back to the almost agonising feeling around his spine.
How the hell did this happen? Andy thought to himself. Being used as bait in one of Warren and Jonathan's seedy plans, God why didn't I just say no? Truthfully, however- he knew exactly how it had happened. Warren had been all sweet with him, offering to buy him a brand new DVD player- if only Andy cooperated and stayed still at the right times. Andrew hadn't even needed the bribe. He would've walked over hot coals, gone skinny-dipping with sharks or even kill himself for Warren. He just couldn't say no to the only person he loved. He had allowed his emotions to take over, and was now paying the price.
Andrew shivered with nerves as he heard Warren stomping back downstairs towards him, ready to complete the spell. Jonathan trailed silently behind- lumbered with chalices, candles and a very large sword. Without a word, Warren began to set up the apparatus- marking out a ceremonial circle around Andrew.
"Good boy Andy, you haven't moved an inch," Warren smiled- causing Andrew to feel slightly weak. Jonathan was squatting beside Warren, an evil grin on his face as he checked the tools.
"We're ready," he nodded- taking his place around the circle as Warren began the chanting- his face illuminated by the flickering candle flames. Andy hated the way the light seemed to disfigure Warren's features- changing him from man into monster. His eyes seemed soulless as he recited the Latin, his voice sounding possessed. Andrew squeezed his eyes shut; petrified of the energy he could feel surrounding him. Jonathan joined in the chant- his high voice weaving in and out of Warren's deeper tone, collecting and manipulating the energy surge. The chanting went on and on, gradually getting faster and louder as the spell reached its crescendo.
It was then that Andrew began to feel light-headed, and slowly opened his eyes. The sight before him was even more terrifying than he could've imagined; an entire army of rotting corpses had filled the room, their bodies decomposing as they marched towards the circle. Andy screamed as the zombie-things tore at his clothes, their skeletal fingers stroking his milky white skin and his dirty blonde hair.
"Stop it- stop it! Warren please," Andrew whined- weakly getting to his knees. As soon as he was fully upright the zombies faded, dissolving into the air with a strange popping noise. The basement returned to normal as the chanting died away- no longer resounding in the air. Andy sighed in relief- but the happiness died away as soon as he saw Warren's face. The leader of the Troika was red with anger, and he still seemed possessed as he yelled at Andrew.
"You fucking moron, you stupid bastard; I give you one instruction- DON'T MOVE- but you're so useless you muck that up. Do you know how many months have been spent carefully preparing that spell, and you go and fucking ruin it by standing up!" As Warren blazed on, Jonathan timidly snuck out of the way- leaving a very pale faced Andy to face Warren's wrath alone.
"I...I was scared," he whispered- tears pricking at his eyes, but he wasn't going to cry in front of Warren- he wasn't going to be so damn weak.
"You're a pathetic coward Andrew- a useless pathetic coward." Warren snapped. In an attempt to punctuate his anger, he lunged out at the wall with his fist; however, instead of hitting something hard and made of brick- Warren's punch connected with something soft, squishy and which crunched as he hit it. Next thing he knew, Andrew's agonised screams filled the air, as he slid to his knees and covered his nose with both hands. The hot tears Andy had tried so hard to bottle up were falling freely down both cheeks- mingling with blood on the way.