Chapter 5: The end
I walked down the road, looking around at the world like it was the first time I had ever seen it before. Everything was different, the trees were different, the ground was different, even the very air around me seemed to shine with a newfound glow.
Walking slowly through the trees, I began to feel better, better about myself, better about the world around me. I started to jog, and eventually I started to run. I ran faster and faster, the trees whirring by me as I ran faster than I had ever run before. Not only one minute later I found myself rounding the bend into town. I stopped.
I stopped, and stepped off of the road, shaking my head in disbelief. I could not believe that I had just run 5 miles in about one minute. Yet, it did not surprise me, not much did in the past few days. I took this into account at being a plus, and moved on walking at a very slow pace into town.
As the day wore on, I found myself growing hungrier and hungrier, yet nothing seemed to look good to me. I turned my nose up at every thing that I saw. Then I saw him. I had to catch myself because I was looking at him as I used to look at a burger before I would take a huge ravenous bite.
Catching myself I drew back and I looked back upon the fateful night on the road where Zechs made me what I was. I remembered the feeling of all of my blood being drained from me and realized what this hunger was. A lust for blood, a hunger for human flesh, that would leave them rotting and stinking in the earth.
Before I had anything else to say about it, I found myself following him, following him down the alleyway. He was dressed in a beige topcoat that went down to the back of his calves, his tie fluttered in the breeze behind him.
He rounded a corner, turning down another alleyway, into a big warehouse type place. Walking through many incomplete hallways, finally coming to a stop where a large man with a briefcase waited for him.
* * *
Running out of the house, Heero slipped on the stairs, catching himself with his wounded hand, leaving a large bloodstain there on the porch. Dripping blood the whole way he finally reached a vehicle. He could hear the other pilots behind him, calling him, trying to beacon him back, back to reality, back to sanity. It was too late he was far too gone.
Jumping into the jeep, he started the engine, slammed on the gas, gunning it around the driveway, onto the five-mile road into town. Driving like a bat out of hell, he finally reached the end of the road, just to see Duo cross a street and walk into a store.
Heero walked around following him for the rest of the day, all the while hiding his injured hand under a jacket, to keep from causing a panic. He watched him come out of food place after food place, eating nothing. After watching this for a while Heero's heart began to fall in despair.
As Duo eyed a man, turned down the alleyway to disappear around a corner, and soon after disappearing into another warehouse. Heero, watching this soon became suspicious, and more suspicious, especially when he saw the man with the briefcase. He pulled out his gun.
He continued to watch as the man in the long coat handed a large wad over to the dark mysterious guy and he handed a roll back. They shook hands, and the other dark guy walked away in the opposite direction, and disappeared out of sight. He saw Duo move forward.
* * *
After the man walked away, I assessed the situation before I stepped out from behind the wall. When I did step out from behind the wall, I was amazed that I did not make a sound. I tried to think about what I was about to do, but I could not think, for even at this distance, I could hear his heartbeat, and it drove me forward. I reached his back, and feeling the air change, he turned around, startled by my sudden presence.
When he turned I looked straight into my eyes, because I knew, I just knew that they would hold him to the spot, just as Zechs had held me where he had wanted me.
I walked closer to him, his heart throbbing in my ears, pulling me towards him, closer and closer. When I got close enough to see the details of his face, I found him to be quite attractive. He had bright green eyes, and a nicely figured nose, lightly brushed by the light blonde hair that hung in his face.
Seeing him up close, I found myself at a dilemma. He had fear and terror written all over his features. Under the almost drug like languor, that spread over his face, I could see the fear and taste it also, and it made me want him more and more. Standing there I found myself hungry, hungrier than I had ever been.
Bending down, grasping his chin in my hands, I thrust his chin upwards, and bit down hard on the jugular vein in his neck. Immediately the warm blood flowed into my mouth, dancing sweetly with my tongue. It intoxicated me, brining me closer and closer to the edge until, I found the blood flow had stopped. I had drained him completely.
* * *
Heero looking down upon the ghastly scene below him, lowered his gun, as tears began to stream down his face. Falling to the ground, he brushed them away. His eyes did not deceive him, he thought, it's true no matter how much I wish it not to be it's true.
At this he started to walk out towards Duo.
* * *
The body fell to the ground and I fell with it. I had become drunk on the man's blood, it had been to sweet and I could not stop myself from taking as much as I could. What I did not expect was as the drunken state wore off I looked up to see Heero staring down at me. Tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"Heero…" I said quietly, hoping that it was not real, hoping that I was dreaming it.
"Duo, I'm so sorry," he said as he raised his gun, pointing it straight at my forehead.
Sitting there it felt as if a million knives were stabbing into my heart, and Heero was the one putting them there. Then suddenly I felt relief, as there was no look of hatred where I thought there would be one, just sorrow and pity. I loved him more than I ever had just then in that one moment.
"It's okay Heero," I said. "I'm not afraid anymore, please help me escape the pain."
"Duo…I….I…." Heero stammered, as I watched him pull back at the gun.
A loud "CRACK" penetrated the air around me.
Is it over? or is it?
::mwahahaha::
I walked down the road, looking around at the world like it was the first time I had ever seen it before. Everything was different, the trees were different, the ground was different, even the very air around me seemed to shine with a newfound glow.
Walking slowly through the trees, I began to feel better, better about myself, better about the world around me. I started to jog, and eventually I started to run. I ran faster and faster, the trees whirring by me as I ran faster than I had ever run before. Not only one minute later I found myself rounding the bend into town. I stopped.
I stopped, and stepped off of the road, shaking my head in disbelief. I could not believe that I had just run 5 miles in about one minute. Yet, it did not surprise me, not much did in the past few days. I took this into account at being a plus, and moved on walking at a very slow pace into town.
As the day wore on, I found myself growing hungrier and hungrier, yet nothing seemed to look good to me. I turned my nose up at every thing that I saw. Then I saw him. I had to catch myself because I was looking at him as I used to look at a burger before I would take a huge ravenous bite.
Catching myself I drew back and I looked back upon the fateful night on the road where Zechs made me what I was. I remembered the feeling of all of my blood being drained from me and realized what this hunger was. A lust for blood, a hunger for human flesh, that would leave them rotting and stinking in the earth.
Before I had anything else to say about it, I found myself following him, following him down the alleyway. He was dressed in a beige topcoat that went down to the back of his calves, his tie fluttered in the breeze behind him.
He rounded a corner, turning down another alleyway, into a big warehouse type place. Walking through many incomplete hallways, finally coming to a stop where a large man with a briefcase waited for him.
* * *
Running out of the house, Heero slipped on the stairs, catching himself with his wounded hand, leaving a large bloodstain there on the porch. Dripping blood the whole way he finally reached a vehicle. He could hear the other pilots behind him, calling him, trying to beacon him back, back to reality, back to sanity. It was too late he was far too gone.
Jumping into the jeep, he started the engine, slammed on the gas, gunning it around the driveway, onto the five-mile road into town. Driving like a bat out of hell, he finally reached the end of the road, just to see Duo cross a street and walk into a store.
Heero walked around following him for the rest of the day, all the while hiding his injured hand under a jacket, to keep from causing a panic. He watched him come out of food place after food place, eating nothing. After watching this for a while Heero's heart began to fall in despair.
As Duo eyed a man, turned down the alleyway to disappear around a corner, and soon after disappearing into another warehouse. Heero, watching this soon became suspicious, and more suspicious, especially when he saw the man with the briefcase. He pulled out his gun.
He continued to watch as the man in the long coat handed a large wad over to the dark mysterious guy and he handed a roll back. They shook hands, and the other dark guy walked away in the opposite direction, and disappeared out of sight. He saw Duo move forward.
* * *
After the man walked away, I assessed the situation before I stepped out from behind the wall. When I did step out from behind the wall, I was amazed that I did not make a sound. I tried to think about what I was about to do, but I could not think, for even at this distance, I could hear his heartbeat, and it drove me forward. I reached his back, and feeling the air change, he turned around, startled by my sudden presence.
When he turned I looked straight into my eyes, because I knew, I just knew that they would hold him to the spot, just as Zechs had held me where he had wanted me.
I walked closer to him, his heart throbbing in my ears, pulling me towards him, closer and closer. When I got close enough to see the details of his face, I found him to be quite attractive. He had bright green eyes, and a nicely figured nose, lightly brushed by the light blonde hair that hung in his face.
Seeing him up close, I found myself at a dilemma. He had fear and terror written all over his features. Under the almost drug like languor, that spread over his face, I could see the fear and taste it also, and it made me want him more and more. Standing there I found myself hungry, hungrier than I had ever been.
Bending down, grasping his chin in my hands, I thrust his chin upwards, and bit down hard on the jugular vein in his neck. Immediately the warm blood flowed into my mouth, dancing sweetly with my tongue. It intoxicated me, brining me closer and closer to the edge until, I found the blood flow had stopped. I had drained him completely.
* * *
Heero looking down upon the ghastly scene below him, lowered his gun, as tears began to stream down his face. Falling to the ground, he brushed them away. His eyes did not deceive him, he thought, it's true no matter how much I wish it not to be it's true.
At this he started to walk out towards Duo.
* * *
The body fell to the ground and I fell with it. I had become drunk on the man's blood, it had been to sweet and I could not stop myself from taking as much as I could. What I did not expect was as the drunken state wore off I looked up to see Heero staring down at me. Tears beginning to form in his eyes.
"Heero…" I said quietly, hoping that it was not real, hoping that I was dreaming it.
"Duo, I'm so sorry," he said as he raised his gun, pointing it straight at my forehead.
Sitting there it felt as if a million knives were stabbing into my heart, and Heero was the one putting them there. Then suddenly I felt relief, as there was no look of hatred where I thought there would be one, just sorrow and pity. I loved him more than I ever had just then in that one moment.
"It's okay Heero," I said. "I'm not afraid anymore, please help me escape the pain."
"Duo…I….I…." Heero stammered, as I watched him pull back at the gun.
A loud "CRACK" penetrated the air around me.
Is it over? or is it?
::mwahahaha::