And the epilogue...o.o;; Please don't kill me.
***
Wufei shivered as he shook away those first agonizing memories,
glancing nervously around the dark living room as if -he- could
hear his thoughts. Thinking of them made what was left of his
sanity scream to run, run away and escape from the Hell.
But of course it's screamed at him now for the past week or
so...was it a week? Or has it been more? How much time had
really gone by when he lay unconscious in his room?...but he
didn't listen to that piece of sanity anymore. Sure the first
time or two, he had almost made it out of the door, but one step
outside instantly filled him with fear and sent him limping back
into the safe house.
Duo would know. Duo would be able to find him, no matter where
he went.
Duo owned him.
Only Duo could make him lose himself in that addicting euphoria,
despite how broken he may be.
It made him suffer without complaint, fall easily into
submission, just so he could disappear into nothingness and not
feel at all...
The oppressive silence shattered as the vid-phone's shrill ring
pierced the obscurity, causing Wufei to lurch instinctively to
his feet before his incoherent mind registered the stabbing pain
swallowing every inch of his body. Infinite panic was the only
thing that kept him from collapsing.
He had to get to the phone before it woke up the Hell.
Dizzy in near delirium, Wufei's hands splayed across the
buttons, using the panel to support the weight his unsteady legs
couldn't handle, and Quatre's bright face appeared on the
screen.
/Ah, Wufei! I was just calling to let you know that Trowa and I
are on our way back to the safe house.../ The blonde Arabian cut
off abruptly, his expression changing from cheerful to
horrified. /Allah! Wufei, what in the world happened to you?!
You look absolutely terrible!/
He opened his mouth to respond, the truth begging to be told on
the tip of his tongue, but a forewarning touch grasped his
shoulder that quickly prevented him from doing so.
"Now 'Fei, I thought I told you to stay in bed," The old Duo
Maxwell grin slid perfectly into place, though there was a
glitter in his violet eyes promising punishment later that was
visible only to Wufei.
/Duo! When did you get back? It's so good to see you!/ Quatre
had reverted to his bright self again, though there were
lingering creases of worry on his brow.
"Ditto Q," another perfect grin. "I got here about a week and
half ago and the place was empty, but then the Wu here came back
a couple days ago to keep me company."
The only thing holding Wufei up now was the iron grip on his
shoulder; otherwise, he would have sank to the floor in pure
hopelessness. Quatre couldn't sense the change in Duo, he
couldn't tell that almost every word he had spoken was a lie,
that it wasn't just some dangerous mission that had inflicted
his brutal injuries like the Hell was making it sound like. The
Sandrock pilot was going to believe everything Duo told him,
because the old Duo Maxwell never told a lie, but he knew
nothing of this new, sadistically warped stranger that had taken
control.
Gods, it couldn't get any worse, could it?
"I-I have to go lay down..." Wufei forced out raggedly.
/Oh! Well, I'll let you two go, so take care all right? We'll
see you later!/ Quatre gave a half concerned, half cheerful
smile and cut their connection.
Duo released him, allowing Wufei to finally melt bonelessly to
the ground, drowning in his endless sea of despair and
resignation.
"You heard him, I have to take care you now," he said, his voice
full of sick complacency tinged with the anger at his Dragon's
near disobedience, not a trace of the old Duo remaining.
Wufei openly flinched in spite of the pain that ripped through
his broken limbs.
Oh yes, the gods answered, it could, and was about to, get much,
much worse...
_________________________________________________________________
______________
The End...or is it?
Wufei: Well, obviously for me it is.
DVG: *sweatdrop* I'm sorry!! *huggles* I'm sorry Wu-bear!! I
didn't want this to turn out so brutal...
Duo: But it did.
DVG: Yeah...*sigh* Hopefully I haven't any faithful readers for
this...*light bulb* I know what will make this all better! ^___^
I'll write the sequel to 'Blood Lust'! Everyone's been
requesting it, so that's what I'll do! I promise I'll make up
for it by writing a sequel to 'Blood Lust'! I swear!
^____^ Review? And please don't kill me...
***
Wufei shivered as he shook away those first agonizing memories,
glancing nervously around the dark living room as if -he- could
hear his thoughts. Thinking of them made what was left of his
sanity scream to run, run away and escape from the Hell.
But of course it's screamed at him now for the past week or
so...was it a week? Or has it been more? How much time had
really gone by when he lay unconscious in his room?...but he
didn't listen to that piece of sanity anymore. Sure the first
time or two, he had almost made it out of the door, but one step
outside instantly filled him with fear and sent him limping back
into the safe house.
Duo would know. Duo would be able to find him, no matter where
he went.
Duo owned him.
Only Duo could make him lose himself in that addicting euphoria,
despite how broken he may be.
It made him suffer without complaint, fall easily into
submission, just so he could disappear into nothingness and not
feel at all...
The oppressive silence shattered as the vid-phone's shrill ring
pierced the obscurity, causing Wufei to lurch instinctively to
his feet before his incoherent mind registered the stabbing pain
swallowing every inch of his body. Infinite panic was the only
thing that kept him from collapsing.
He had to get to the phone before it woke up the Hell.
Dizzy in near delirium, Wufei's hands splayed across the
buttons, using the panel to support the weight his unsteady legs
couldn't handle, and Quatre's bright face appeared on the
screen.
/Ah, Wufei! I was just calling to let you know that Trowa and I
are on our way back to the safe house.../ The blonde Arabian cut
off abruptly, his expression changing from cheerful to
horrified. /Allah! Wufei, what in the world happened to you?!
You look absolutely terrible!/
He opened his mouth to respond, the truth begging to be told on
the tip of his tongue, but a forewarning touch grasped his
shoulder that quickly prevented him from doing so.
"Now 'Fei, I thought I told you to stay in bed," The old Duo
Maxwell grin slid perfectly into place, though there was a
glitter in his violet eyes promising punishment later that was
visible only to Wufei.
/Duo! When did you get back? It's so good to see you!/ Quatre
had reverted to his bright self again, though there were
lingering creases of worry on his brow.
"Ditto Q," another perfect grin. "I got here about a week and
half ago and the place was empty, but then the Wu here came back
a couple days ago to keep me company."
The only thing holding Wufei up now was the iron grip on his
shoulder; otherwise, he would have sank to the floor in pure
hopelessness. Quatre couldn't sense the change in Duo, he
couldn't tell that almost every word he had spoken was a lie,
that it wasn't just some dangerous mission that had inflicted
his brutal injuries like the Hell was making it sound like. The
Sandrock pilot was going to believe everything Duo told him,
because the old Duo Maxwell never told a lie, but he knew
nothing of this new, sadistically warped stranger that had taken
control.
Gods, it couldn't get any worse, could it?
"I-I have to go lay down..." Wufei forced out raggedly.
/Oh! Well, I'll let you two go, so take care all right? We'll
see you later!/ Quatre gave a half concerned, half cheerful
smile and cut their connection.
Duo released him, allowing Wufei to finally melt bonelessly to
the ground, drowning in his endless sea of despair and
resignation.
"You heard him, I have to take care you now," he said, his voice
full of sick complacency tinged with the anger at his Dragon's
near disobedience, not a trace of the old Duo remaining.
Wufei openly flinched in spite of the pain that ripped through
his broken limbs.
Oh yes, the gods answered, it could, and was about to, get much,
much worse...
_________________________________________________________________
______________
The End...or is it?
Wufei: Well, obviously for me it is.
DVG: *sweatdrop* I'm sorry!! *huggles* I'm sorry Wu-bear!! I
didn't want this to turn out so brutal...
Duo: But it did.
DVG: Yeah...*sigh* Hopefully I haven't any faithful readers for
this...*light bulb* I know what will make this all better! ^___^
I'll write the sequel to 'Blood Lust'! Everyone's been
requesting it, so that's what I'll do! I promise I'll make up
for it by writing a sequel to 'Blood Lust'! I swear!
^____^ Review? And please don't kill me...