Warnings: Yaoi, self harm, death.
Disclaimer-ish-ness: don't own. Obviously.
Notes: OMG! I know it's a shock that I'm still alive. All I can do is appologize. It was too hot this summer and i couldn't concentrate, that and I was being anit-social and, of course, my being a lazy ass. I'm back at college now and am taking too many classes (6 to be exact) and I'm working 14 hours a week. So, I have even less time that before! I'm also branching out in fandoms in to both Beyblade and Naruto and I am being forcefully made to read Harry Potter so expect some of those some time...uh... eventually. Now On with the story!
Pestilence
The doctor stood and walked away from the bed the young man was sat on. He couldn't help but think about how strange the young man was. He'd just told him he had a highly contagious and deadly disease, and that he would have to be quarantined. The young man's death was certain, but he just didn't seem to care. He barely moved and didn't even acknowledge the doctor's presents or words.
The young man on the bed just stared at the wall blankly like he had from the first day he arrived at the hospital. So, he was going to die. Well, its not as if starving himself has done any good. He's been there a month and hadn't eaten once in that time and all it had done was made him even more abnormally thin than he was at the start.
Marik and Bakura had sat by his bed all this time. Waiting for him to get over this. They would be put in a permanent quarantine with him and some of the other people on the ward as well as some of the doctors and nurses.
If he were not aloud to die peacefully by himself because of their ethics, then he would die painfully and take many innocent people with him.
This plague like thing he had made him sleepier that he would have liked, and now he had no control over his sleeping pattern he would just nod off.
The whole floor that his ward was on was filled with people who had been diagnosed with this plague and was sealed shut. The people inside would never feel the sun again.
The people inside had things to entertain themselves with. There was the TV and computers, video games and books but no real contact with the outside world.
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"So, we're all going to die a slow, painful death thanks to you then?" Marik asked the one on the bed.
Silence was his answer.
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About a week after their imprisonment was when it started.
She was a young nurse who was just walking around checking on the patients. She was about half way across the ward when she faltered mid step and dropped to the ground with a sickening Thud.
People rushed to her aid.
Her body started to convulse in a way where it looked like it wanted to get away from itself. She was screaming in what sounded like a mixture of both pain and terror, obviously seeing some kind of hallucinations, before stilling suddenly in a forever-silent scream.
She died in less than a minuet.
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Over the next few weeks the rest of the people dropped one by one, until it was only Marik, Bakura and the young male on the bed, left.
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No one came to visit this part of the hospital for fear of the plague that still lingered there.
The smell of rotting flesh drifted in the air from the furthest part away from where the three young men stayed.
Bakura had stopped talking not long after they had been quarantined. This was all starting to get to him.
Marik only spoke in the darkest parts of the night.
"When will this end?" Marik asked sadly into the darkness.
"Soon." Came the voice from the bed.
"What?"
"The last phase will start soon."
"What? Last phase?"
"It will start when they realise their mistake."
"Who? What mistake? What are you talking about?"
"They forgot the air conditioning."
"What?"
Silence was his answer as usual. Marik was confused and sat long into the night thinking about what was said.
Notes: OOOOOOOOO! Suspence! Next chapter is the last and shouldn't take too long (she says). Can anyone guess the theme for this yet? -giggle-
