Okay, now I feel a little bad about what I did by deleting the entire story :/ but it was crap to me and so I needed to be rid of it so I could completely re-write it. The plaots still mostly the same, a few scene changes and more detail, that's it, and there's a few mistakes, sorry, but I have no beta. It will be complete, but no reviews ish making me sad. I might just cut the story short and kill them all because no one seems to want to post their opinion. -big round puppy eyes- pwease give me some reviews?
Heero groaned softly as the darkness left him, blinking back the sting in his eyes as he looked about the dimly lit room, recoiling at the sight of several bloody heads laying on the floor against the wall, all of them staring at him with glassy eyes. He recognized Hilde's face, and another face, a woman's, looked a little like Duo, a man looking somewhat like Hilde. He gasped, a hand going to his mouth when he realized those head were those of Duo's family, bloody and twisted into screams. His eyes scanned down the row, seeing a dogs, a goats, and his mothers, twisted in an angry snarl.
Bile rose into the back of his throat and he swallowed it down, terrified tears pouring down his face as a whimper escaped his lips.
"Some one, help me." He whispered, curling up and staring at the door where two glowing lights stared in at him, sending his body into fits of shivering. "Please."
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Duo gasped awake, rolling onto his back when pain spiked through his side. He looked around and saw it was sometime in the middle of the night, the streets quiet, windows dark, the moon above him, a calm peacefulness settled around him. Memories of what had happened when he was pulled from his window burst back into his mind and the peacefulness faded from him, jumping up and wincing at the pain. He might've cracked a rib. He looked around him again, hoping to see Heero, running into his house and going into the room and seeing a trail of bloody footsteps that led to the door, the toes pointed at the window, but none passed the threshold, and he remembered hearing a gurgled scream before he drifted away.
"Damn it!" He cursed, slamming his fist into the wall.
He ran from his room and huffed, tears pricking in his eyes from the agony in his chest, and it wasn't from the rib. "What do I do now?" He asked the empty air around him, lost and worried. He remembered where the his parents car was going just as those shadows appeared and grabbed Heero's backpack, dumping everything on his bed and stuffing it full of the contents from the first aid kit. Running out to his car and going down the road, towards the school.
I hope your okay HeeroDuo thought as he pulled into the empty parking lot, pulling the backpack onto his shoulders and running to the front entrance, pulling the doors open, to his surprise and joy. He ran into the school and looked from side to side, down the halls. Where would Heero be? He moved to the cafeteria and thus began his search of the school.
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He was gasping for breath by the time he'd gotten to the third floor, cursing the school and all that built it before pausing at the flicker of lights from down the hall. He slid back so that only his head was poking out, watching as the lights danced, a scream heard moments later. Duo, gasping at the pain in his chest, raced forward and slammed open the door with the flickering lights, seeing Heero cowering in a corner, bit of flesh, bone, intestine and spatters of blood coating him from head to toe. He swallowed bile as he raced forwards and dropped to his knees, sliding the backpack from his shoulders, ignoring the terrified whimpers Heero let out as he crept closer.
"Heero, it's me, Duo." DUo murmured, laying a gentle hand on Heero shoulder. Then he realized Heero's eyes weren't looking at him, but over his shoulder. It was a mistake to turn his head, because he bolted from the room a vomited all he'd eaten that day in the hall, dry heaving for minutes afterwords as the image staid stuck in his head.
there were piles of mushed up bodies, heads staring at him with their blank eyes, though he hadn't looked long enough to see any facial features. Blood was oozing out from the bottom of each pile, coating the floor with blood, filling the air with its coppery bite. Organs, bones, flesh all of it in a disgusting mush with bits of feces and what would have been sitting in the stomach here and there, a terrible rank filling the air and following him, even out here.
"Duo..." That grounded his thoughts. Heero's voice calling out for him. He went in and knelt back down next to Heero, grabbing the bag and pulling Heero up to stand on shaky legs. He turned to lead the messy headed boy from the room but his eyes caught the detail of the faces and dropped to the floor with a wordless cry of pain and agony. His mother, his father, his sister, sitting on top of three of those piles.
"No, no no no no no NO!" He sobbed, his shoulder shaking. Those couldn't be his only family, sitting atop piles of themselves. Heero pulled at him, but his words were a jumbled confusion to the braided boy. His family, his everything, his-
Heero shook him back from his dark, brooding thoughts. "Please Duo, we need to-"
"He's here." Hisses filled the room and Heero cobalt eyes widened, lips frosting blue as the temperature plummeted, Heero breath misting in front of him, though he couldn't feel the cold, just see how it was affecting Heero.
"He has the other..." A shiver slid up Duo's spine and he stood slowly, eyes glancing about the room, a sob nearly bursting from his lips when it rolled over the heads.
"It's coming!" One hissed urgently and the others hissed in displeasure. Duo couldn't see them , but Heero looked to be feeling their presence. Suddenly there was a flood of light in the room and squeals filled the air, like someone was shoving a live pig on a spit. Everything faded from the room, the piles, the candles, and the blue faded from Heero's lips, the other teen sucking in deep breaths as if he couldn't get enough, clinging to the front of Duo's shirt.
"We need to leave." Duo murmured and pulled Heero up so that he was no longer clinging to his shirt, but leaning on his shoulder. And together, they left the building, both shaken to their very core, the ride home silent.
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Heero shuddered as the hot water cascaded over his body, the gore and filth from the night going down the drain, of which Heero was grateful. He scrubbed at his skin until it took a pinkish tinge to it, crouching down in the shower and sobbing. He would never see his mommy come back from where ever she had gone, his heartless mother taking over the kind shell that once was, and never would be, his mommy again. He dug his fingers into his scarred flesh, angry at the knife that had given these too him, and his daddy that did this too him. A wolf hiding in lambs clothing. "I'm sorry mommy, now you'll never come back." He said, rocking back and fourth, crying. Not noticing how icy the water got and just cried, broken sobs echoing the in the bathroom.
This was how Duo found him, tears of his own streaking down his cheeks. "Heero." He called, but the other was ignorant to the world around him. He didn't bother calling out again, just going in a shutting off the water, seeing that the boy had fallen asleep curled into a ball. H pulled the shorter teen into his arms, soaking his front easily, his libido complaining when he could only see the scarred arms and legs and some of Heero's side from the way he was curled up.
He moved him into his sisters room, to terrified to go into his own room with Heero in his arms. The soft carpet between his toes sent another wave of sorrow through his heart as he looked at his older sisters room, the lavender's and spring green's clashing tastefully, the unmade bed, the messy closet and make up covered nightstand beside the bed and the desk pushed against the wall on the far side. He laid Heero's curled up form on the bed and drew the warm blanket over his chilled body, brushing the soaking bangs away from Heero's face.
He felt absolute sorror and love chill and warm his heart, the mixed emotions clashing in the worst way, sending his stomach into turmoil and his mind feeling a little hazy. He didn't know why, or how he'd missed the passing urge, but he found his lips brushing against Heero's chilled ones before he stood and left the room, leaving the door open so he could get to Heero in case those shadow things came back.
He pressed himself against the wall at the bottom of the stairs and slid down, tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling. So much of his life had been changed in a single. What would he do now? His family was gone, and Heero's family was dead too...he dry scrubbed his face. "What will we do?" He asked the air, getting no reply. He sat contemplating what he and Heero would do the rest of the day, not noticing the chill in the air as the sun set until a window smashed upstairs. He looked out the windows and saw a black mass of the creatures outside and was bolting up the stairs, shouting Heero's name.
He got into the room just as the creature stepped in, going for him instead of the shaggy teen like he had expected and back peddled, smacking into a wall before the creature enveloped him in it's dark form.
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Trowa sighed as he moved around the area, scanning for any traces of the Ghouls he knew were somewhere in the area. Quatre, you see anything? He called out with his mind.
Negitive I'm afraid. Wait! There's activity around a house on Haven street, I'm going in. Quatre's voice replied. Trowa nodded and transported from spot to spot until the house was just a little way away. His one visible jade eye widened in shock. There was a sea of Ghouls surrounding the pleasant looking house, all of them stopping just a foot away from any part of the house with a hiss. No doubt his blonde partner had already placed a barrier around the house.
Suddenly they surged forward and Trowa leaped into action, pulling two guns from the air and firing away at the shadow-like beings with the glowing white eyes. Several were down by his hand before his blonde partner appeared, hacking and slicing and the screeching monsters.
There are two boys in there. One seems to be affected and the other is panicking because he can see them out the windows.Quatre told him over their link. We need to hurry and-A window smashed open and one large Ghouls burst from the window, holding a long haired brunette, though there was no sight of the other one his blonde lover had spoken of. He moved to go after it but the surrounding Ghouls fell upon him, causing him to lose sight of the shadowy figure holding the pale teen as it leaped away.
Fuck! I lost it Quatre! You? Quatre's curse was heard a few feet from him and he blasted off another two. Suddenly, they all hissed and back away as a shining light burst from the window. Quatre was already floating up to the window, Trowa transporting up and nearly losing his eyesight in the bright white light filling the girlish room.
A shaggy haired brunette levitated a few inches above the bed, the glow emanating from his body. Trowa held up a hand, his partner doing the same as they stepped closer. The glow began to dim ad they only needed to squint as they got closer, the glow steadily fading. The boy's body was trembling and Quatre reached out, his hand jumping back as if he'd been burned and Quatre held his hand close to his chest, wincing in pain.
"Something wrong?" Trowa asked, stepping closer to the grimacing blonde.
"That one really powerful. I've never met anyone more powerful then this kid. He scared all of the Ghouls away, not even Wufei can do that." He stared at the boy, the glow now a dull shimmer around his body. He frowned and Trowa looked closer, eye widening when he recognized the glowing symbols on lightly tanned skin to be those of the devil.
"The hell? Is he part of some cult or something?" Trowa reached forward, ignoring the warning grunt from his partner and brushed one finger against a glowing pentagram, feeling as is a bolt of electricity was shot through him and he dropped to his knees gasping for air.
"Trowa, your changing." Quatre soothed and Trowa growled low in his throat at the feeling of his fangs and betting that his other eye had mutated. He focused on Quatre's calming presence in the back of his head, feeling his body shiver as it calmed and changed back. "How on earth could he mutate you so quickly? You only do that when your pumped full of the Ghoul's presence, and that takes days to happen." He placed a cool hand against Trowa bare arm and looked down at the sleep boy, now laying on the surface instead of floating above it.
"We need to get back to headquaters. Bring the kid." Trowa murmured before transporting away.
Quatre dropped his arms to his side and looked at the brunette worriedly. Was this boy good or bad? He tentatively reached out and sighed when he could safely touch the scarred flesh of the shorter boy. He lifted the other into his arms and floated into the air and flew out the window as the crescent moon rose over head while the last rays of the sun faded away from the sky.
So there it is! I hope you enjoyed! The review button is right there in the middle, just below this sentence! Not that hard! Click and Type, it's so easy!