Richmond High School 12" A Knock on the Head
Duo, Zechs home, about 7:32pm---
I walked along the beams holding the lights up. Singing, humming, whichever I felt like. At this point I just did not care. Cause I'm gonna fucken kill him. His blood is going to run down my knife. Belong on my hands. It will be mine. And I'm going to make sure he dies slowly, for every drop of blood from my Heero he has on his hands.
" Duo Maxwell. I'm surprised you made it this early." Running his scalpel-like-knife over Heero's already redden skin as he spoke. Lazily, slowly. Little pools of fresh red liquid rushed the top. " And here I thought I would have more time to make him bled. Now, I have to deal with you, don't I, Maxwell."
I pull out my gun. I'm going to kill him slowly. First, I have to get him away from Heero.
:: Your going to shoot him. Then what? He's pissed off and kills Heero. Yeah Kill him slowly. Listen you moron cap him once in the head. One shot. Dead. Done. And you're out with Heero.::
No, that would be too easy. He has to suffer some pain. A little death. Fear. Pain. One at a time or both mingled together. I don't fucken care as long as he screams. Long and loud so the devil himself knows Zechs is coming.
Things just keep getting worse. Heero losing too much blood and is about to go into shock. Closing his eyes when the knife is gone, only to reopen them when more pain is added. His eyes are staying closed longer and longer. Soon he won't open them.
" You said it best Duo. 'Come out and play'." He said punctuating each word with a slice. And each one going deeper and deeper.
"Can you play with Death?" I ask, jumping to the floor. We both can see each other now. Time to die Zechs.
" That's an unfair question to ask. Your lover is closer to that game then me." He said stopping his treatment to Heero.
" A game that you forced him to play," I said.
" I forced no one. He joined on his own, knowing the rules. Do you know the rules, Duo?" He asked cutting the bonds that held Heero down. Something's wrong. Once the bonds where gone, I hoped Heero would move, but he didn't he was as still as death. Paralyzed or dead. Why wasn't he moving? Now was his chance; now was my chance. " Every rule leads to death. We all play with death once we move into this game." He went on. " You know the end of the rules Duo. What's your next move?"
"Fuck you." I said taking my gun out of the holster. " And fuck the rules." I shot him. " Fuck your mind games," another shot. Walking up to him, my blood runs hot. Face flushed with excitement. This is what I want; I've always wanted it. I crave it, death.
" Your using a gun" He gasps out. One shot went in his shoulder and the other strikes a lung. Breath. Let it all go.
" I make the exception. Never underestimate me. Death. Shinigami." I said standing over him as he gasps for air, blood soak though his shirt.
" Haha." He laughs at me. Me! I'm standing over a bleeding man, a man I hold a knife to and he fucking laughs. " You think your Death. You're not him; you're a monster who kills whom he wants."
" Says the man who killed hundreds of children while sleeping in a church." I said laughing at him now. Pulling a knife out.
" What are you talking about?" His voice is hush and horse.
" Maxwell Church." I said spitting in his face. Hands shaking from excitement, angry, sorrow, but he's not watching my hands. His eyes are closing he's closer to death.
" Never heard that name..." coughs... " doctors said something about it...." pause, eyes close, breathing slowing... " burning......" gone. He died without telling me a fucking thing.
" YOU FUCKING..." tears run down my face. I felt like I was running in circles and everyone was laughing. Every time I get a step ahead this shit goes two more steps away. The parse, so close and yet so far away, came to mind. And I was so fucking close....
" du.." Heero's cracked voice brought me back to the real word. Where nothing is fair and Heero is covered with blood. I have about ten minutes to get out of here. Bright side is that I know the way out.
" Heero?" I look up at him after I throw a knife in Zechs throat. Over kill I know, but it makes me feel slightly better. When he doesn't answer me I check for a pulse. Warm blood over his cool skin frightens me to no end. How can I want someone's blood on my hands, but then almost throw up when Heero's is.
His pulse is strong, but he still doesn't answer me when I call his name. Thankful Zechs had taken his bonds off already. Leaving me time to just carry him out. I felt uneasy about this situation. Carrying Heero out would take every bit of strength I had, leaving me with out a weapon at hand if I needed. No one was around when I entered, but what about our exit. Is someone waiting for Heero or me or both of us right outside the double doors.
I had no choice. Hauling ass out of the mansion, it took me longer then I thought. With Heero limp in my arms I had to stop to open doors or go slowly down stairs. Either way we made it out. I check his pulse again, and say every curse word I know. His pulse is weakening, and his breathing is going down to. If Zechs could come back to life, I would kill him a thousand times over. A different death each time.
Someone was waiting for me out, more like three some ones. Richard, Quatre, and Trowa. Richard came up taking Heero out of my arms. I almost protest, but I can't carry him any farther. Adrenaline kept me going, but now I could fell my legs giving into exhaustion. The other two help me up and into the back seat with Heero.
" We have to get him to a hospital." Quatre said, as Richard started the car.
" No, they would ask to many questions." I said closing my eyes. Rest. I'll rest for a while. Heero was with me. I had him back.
:: He's dying. You know that right. Zechs tore him up, and is still bleeding. Losing blood still. Lost to much blood already.:::
" no" I whisper.
" I know, Duo." Richard said. I look out the car as a white Mercedes goes past us. " We're going to a friend of mine. She's a doctor, use to late nights and asking no questions."
No words were spoken out loud. I was dazed, frighten that it was right. Heero was dying. I stoked his hair, running my hands though mess of strands. Time had no meaning for me, but when I looked up Trowa was helping Richard get us out of the car.
A woman in doctors clothing helped us into a room that looked to be a medical room. Ives, medication, wraps, needles, and countless other objects where in the room. I sat in a chair, watching in horror as she began to wash the dried and stick blood off his body. It was too much, and yet I couldn't look away. She stitched him up, countless stitches tearing his skin to close him up. To make him better, more pain to make the body whole.
" Richard," she said, she appeared to be done, " who did this to Heero?" How did she know Heero? How did Richard know this woman? Can I trust her? Can I trust any of them? I look around and Trowa and Quatre weren't to be seen.
"...he's gone now; we don't have to worry about that asshole again." Richard said. I missed something. Who is he's talking about? Heero? Who? I stand up, knife in hand. I push her up against the wall.
"Who are you? What have you done to him?" I said looking over at Heero. He hadn't move during the operation, if you could call it, and I watched her inject something in him. "What did you do to him?" I ask again, louder. "Ouch" I felt something prick my arm.
Richard stood over me; he shot me with something. Suddenly I felt heavy, and I couldn't hold myself up.
" What the fuck...." I said trailing off as my eyes close.
tbc.
sorry it took so long, but i've been so tired...and I still am...i know its short, but look on the bright side at lest I got it out.
---Fire---