Author's Note: Happy Halloween all! Welcome to my final chapter of my horror, supernatural story. I think it went well, and I do enjoy writing horror I have another one I started in the summer so hopefully get around to finishing that one off as well. Going to have to see though, to everyone out there I hope you like it and I hope it's not to cliché of an ending but I wanted something in the traditional horror movie ending. Who knows maybe there's a sequel in this, never actually done a sequel of a story might be interesting. So for now all enjoy, and thanks for reading.
Brining Out the Dead
Chapter 13 – Farwell and Endings
Panting Heero lay on his back looking up at the stars it was night again. Raising shakily to his feet he holstered his gun, looking up a the dark ominous building wanting to weep with relief, being outside once more. Zechs was looking shaken and grey, staring at the house that had taken his master.
Duo leaning into Heero looked hesitant, "It's not done," he mumbled, Quatre helping the weak Trowa to stand, glanced over "What do you mean." As they watched the house seemed to expand and contract the door ripping open again. Duo gave a low cry, the women stood there, or what was a women, a bent and twisted creature with void less eyes, unnaturally long arms grasping she wailed and screamed after them. Heero drew again before many arms closed around the demon. Pulling her back into the house.
Disappearing from view there was a back draft that knocked them all to their asses, groaning Heero sat up, "Ok?" he turned to Duo who was groaning curling in on himself, "Think so," he gasped. Turning back to the house as four ghostly figures stood there. Standing he reached down helping Duo up, "Can you see?' he turned him to the house, gasping violet eyes widened. Quatre gave a low moan, "No more dead please…" Trowa whimpered cradling his arm, and Zechs stood frozen.
As he watched Foss and Lancer changed, once more whole young men, wearing their dress blues. "Debt repaid Sir," with a salute they vanished, "Thank you, for everything." The girl was young and beautiful in her summer dress, no longer pale and weak, she smiled and waved to Heero. The male beside her was young and full of life, well built and radiant. "Zechs…" the blonde staggered forward tear stained face looking up at him, "I never got to say I love you," he whispered. The dark haired man fading now smiled, "I always knew. We'll see each other again…but not yet." He was gone.
The final figure stepped towards them changing as he went, lank blonde hair curled slightly bouncing as he stepped, his neck no longer bent he looked like he had at the age of seventeen. He paused before Heero, "Thank you." Making the man grin hearing him speak, "It was all you, your energy gave us a chance to break free of her. Thank you for saving me." There was a cry, "Keleb!" the beaten figure ran towards the blonde changing as he went, young and virile they met in a tight embrace. Tears in clear green eyes they began to faded out once more.
"Can we get out of here now?" Quatre asked wearily, Heero nodded suddenly feeling drained, weak, and every cut and bruise on his body. "Hospital," the all piled into the Benz tired, dirty, and wounded thankful Zechs had the foresight to hold onto the keys. Leaning against Heero, Duo closed his eyes, "No one is going to believe us." Quatre gave a low chuckle patting the camera around his neck. "Oh I think we can convince them." The keys jangled as Zechs popped them into the ignition, "If this was a real horror movie, the car wouldn't start." The blonde joked hollowly as he turned the motor over the car giving a valiant effort before going silent. They all froze, Zechs keyed the car again the engine turning over roaring to life. "Oh God…" Quatre mumbled laughing hysterically. The others chuckled in a wild relief as the dark car rolled into the moonlit night.
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3 Months Later…
"Ohhh…" a soft moan was enough to drive him wild, the soft body pressed him was all sex. Callused palms rubbed Duo's naked erection as his pert bottom rubbed against his own aching staff. "Heero," long pale arms reached behind him grabbing the shaggy hair begging without words. Slick fingers teased his tight opening, making the other moan as they plunged in and out stretching him, teasing him. Biting his lip Duo rocked back begging with his body for his lover to end his torture. Leaning forward he gripped the headboard on his bed, "Fuck me Heero," he moaned.
A deep chuckle, and he was sliding inside, "Ahhh…" wiggling to adjust he bit his lip as Heero began to pump in an out of him. Leaning forward he raised his hips, suddenly remember the vision he had moments before they had sex in that godforsake house, smiling a secret smile. All to soon he wasn't able to think of anything other then the feeling of his lover thrusting into him. "Come for me baby," a rough hand reached around gripping his weeping erection once more. "Oh Heero…" it took no more then two quick jerks and he was cumming. Behind him he felt Heero shudder pumping once more before he to spilled deep inside. Panting Duo leaned back against the strong chest behind him, resting in the crook of his neck. "Don't go.." he mumbled licking salty sweat from his lover, "Wish I didn't have too." Holding him tight he collapsed cuddling his lover close kissing him softly.
It had been three months since their escape from certain death, when they had rolled into the hospital. Quatre for bumps and bruises, Duo had required a couple of stitches on the scratches of his face. Trowa had a compound fracture that had needed pins, screws, and metal plating to reset. Heero had needed stitches in his cut, resting broken ribs and extreme exhaustion. He'd slept for two days straight, waking to find his room full of bodies. Like returning soldiers who had seen hell together they had been hesitant to part ways, worried and scared.
Soon after they had been forced to part, Zechs to the Chang Cooperation to put his deceased masters affairs in order. Quatre had swore he wasn't leaving Trowa until he was healed, and maybe even not then. Duo had taken Heero home and they had barely been apart since. "I'll be back in six months, give you time to finish your thesis." Duo smiled, "No I need to start all over, I have a new topic." Heero was surprised, "What is it?" there was a smile, "You."
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"Dead Rising," Duo looked at him expectantly, "That's a game love," Heero sighed Duo had been trying to come up with a title for his new paper all morning as Heero had packed, dressed and now on the tarmac waiting as they carried the returning soldier's off. Standing in full fatigues and beret he watched as the coffins where carried off first, followed by some lost souls not ready to let go. "Are you…" nodding he saluted as they walked by. "Don't know how you do it, a war zone." Shrugging he wrapped an arm around him, "Doesn't matter, the dead are dead and I can't change that."
"Hey you weren't going to leave without saying goodbye!" turning they recognized the voice, an energetic blonde was waving at them. Wearing a tight pink Last Unicorn shirt today, his army cap, and tight, tight pants. On his arm was Trowa dressed in a black suit, his arm in a sling. Duo could see the glint of his badge clipped to his belt. "You really are a detective, thought you where making it up," Heero teased slapping hands and pulling him into a hug. "Was going to say the same about you solider boy." The blonde wrapped an arm around Duo, "No horror movie shirt today?" Quatre raised an eyebrow, "Have you seen the Last Unicorn? Movie is terrifying." Laughing Duo grinned at Heero, "Dead and Gone," Heero laughed "Lame," perking up Quatre looked between them "What is dead and gone?" Heero laughed "Duo's names," Trowa looked at him. "Don't ask, how is the wing?" The tall man sighed, "Stiff and sore, but getting better everyday."
Finished unloading the men began to say their final farewells, "Dead Rights…no Dead Reckoning." Quatre had gotten into the sprit of things. Rolling his eyes Trowa gave him a hug, "Come back in a state we can all see." Quatre hugged him tightly, squeezing the breath out of him. "Come back you big lug," parting he gave him a kiss on the mouth, "Can even bring us ghosts." Parting he turned to Duo, "Hey! Glad I didn't miss you." They all turned to see a large man in a business suit jogging towards them. "Zechs?" they all called, "Indeed, wanted to see you off Heero and wish you all the best." Heero shook his had, "Congratulations to you heard your head of a big company now." Smiling sadly he shrugged, "Come back and I'll give you a job."
The other three moved back leaving the couple some privacy, leaning down Heero rested their foreheads together. "Come back to me," smiling he closed his eyes "Been an eventful leave," laughing Duo nodded, "I love you Heero." Clear violet eyes searched blue, "I have for a long time…I'm…sorry it took a haunted house to get us together." Heero kissed soft lips, "I can't regret it. Love you always." Nodding they kissed on last time, "I'll come back soon." Hefting his rucksack he walked towards the plane, Quatre, Trowa and Zechs moved forward to stand silently by him. Wiping tears from his eyes he tired to smile as his lover went to war, "Duo," he called back the other perking up, "Bringing out the dead…" blinking in shock he grinned, Heero was onboard and gone. "Bringing out the dead, that is a great name." Quatre was impressed. "Be safe," Duo mumbled waving as the plane took off disappearing into the bright morning sun.
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Fingers stilled on the keyboard, Duo had been working steady on his new paper for almost a week now, the words flowing easily. The sudden creak came again, "Hello?" he called a cold sweat breaking out on his body. Turning back he was stopped again by the noise, "Calm down Duo, just the wind." He'd been on edge lately reliving his forty-eight hours of hell. Quatre had given him the tape swearing up and down he'd never watch it again.
Walking towards the bedroom on silent sock feet he pushed the door open slowly. "Nothing here," he muttered glancing around the neat room. "Your just a chicken." Turning back he took a single step towards his desk before freezing. Terror rooted him to the spot, the silhouette was a women, in a white high necked old fashioned dress. Long pale fingers twitched, her black hair seemed to hover around her as she slowly turned towards him. That blood red smile stretching grotesque lips…black soulless eyes focused on Duo, "Oh please no…" his voice barely a whisper.
That smile grew wider.
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