Mantineus-Well, this is the end. But there will be an alternate scene, quite possible ending.
"Precious" by Depeche Mode helped me write this.
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The lab consisted of an operating table, a sink, shelves, cabinets and tools along with wires and knick-knacks, gears and gizmos and was located in one of the many rooms in the basement. Rolo gently placed Lelouch's body on the table, setting his organs to the side in a sterile box. He went over to the sink and washed his hands, dried them, and placed gloves over his hands. He grabbed a scalpel and from between his first ribs down to his pelvis, Rolo cut and then a horizontal right under the sternum. He peeled back the loose skin and peered into the empty cavern that was Lelouch's abdomen.
He picked up Lelouch's kidneys and placed them where they once clung to and he began to quickly sew them on. He then set the twisting, turning small and large intestines He sewed the on too and worked with the stomach, gall bladder, and liver. In truth, they were no longer needed. But in order to keep his natural form after the procedure, so if anyone were to come over, they can see that he looks normal. It was also for Rolo, for he wanted him to look normal while he was doing this as well as for after this was done. Once he had them sown on, he quickly grabbed a syringe and a vile full of silver liquid. He inserted the needle into the vile and began injecting the fluid into each of Lelouch's abdominal organs. Once the procedure was over, the liquid would expand and solidify. His brother was a genius.
He kept the surgical opening open for what was to come later.
Rolo then grabbed a knife and traced it down his left side, a gigantic tub beneath the cut on the floor to capture the beautiful wine red liquid that cascaded down like a demonic waterfall. The blood was of no use anymore. Electricity would take its place.
It took a while, but the blood finally stopped; Rolo quickly grabbed the spool of thread and a needle and began to sow his brother back up. Now was the hard part; Installing the outlet to his brother's back.
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Lelouch was done. Now all Rolo had to do was to plug him into the machine and watch as he would be resurrected. Rolo brought the wire over to his brother, a pleased, reassured smile on his face.
The wire was three inches thick and a yard long and attached to a gigantic battery. Rolo plugged the wire into the outlet he installed in Lelouch's back. He calmly walked over to the battery and flipped the switch.
Lelouch's body jerked upward, his eyes wide with surprised. The shock left and his body relaxed. He looked over to his brother, wondering why he brought him back. Though it seemed Rolo was smiling; genuinely happy. But he was not sure if it was because he was back or because he could torture him. He did not fear the torture. He knows he deserves it. He has been subject to it on the other side.
Lelouch took a large breath.
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"Welcome back, brother." Rolo said, a smile on his face. "I'm glad you're here."
Lelouch let out his breath and began to speak:
"Rolo," He said, and to his surprise. "Rolo, Rolo, Rolo, Rolo, Rolo, Rolo."
Lelouch chanted, his worry etched in his eyes. Then he felt it. He could not breath. He could not stop. His lips malfunctioning, working without him wanting them to.
Rolo's eyes widened in horror. His brother could not stop saying his name over and over. He grabbed hold of Lelouch's shoulders and stared directly into his brother's eyes.
"Are you trying to torture me?" He asked his brother. He received his answer from finally noticing Lelouch's eyes. They were scared and worried. Like that of a child lost in the woods.
'What did you do wrong, Rolo?' Lelouch thought. 'And why even bring me back in the first place?'
"Rolo, Rolo, Rolo, Rolo, Rolo, Rolo, Rolo, Rolo," Lelouch kept saying, his voice fading.
"Why aren't your new lungs expanding?" Rolo questioned, noticing that his chest had never risen since his first intake of breath. "I…."
He was at a loss of words. His brother was silent, yet his lips still mouthed his name. Lelouch felt himself about to fall over. He began his fall when Rolo caught him. Rolo positioned himself cross legged, holding Lelouch like you could a dying lover; propping up his back with one arm, holding him tightly with the other.
Sadness and tears entered Rolo's eyes. He was going to lose his brother-his lover-again. He sobbed, hiding his face in Lelouch's dark locks. His sobbing ebbed when he felt a shaking hand gently rub his hair. Rolo looked up from his brother's hair and say Lelouch's arm tenderly stroking what he could to sooth his brother. Lelouch's eyes held sadness, love, and comfort which made Rolo happy. Lelouch was not mad at him for his failure.
Lelouch's eyes began to fade, his mouth slowing down its silent chant. Rolo began to cry again. His brother was starting to die.
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Outside the sky began to darken as clouds formed and turned black. Lightning struck, thunder sounding after the flash.
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"Rolo…., Rolo…., Rolo…." Lelouch's mouth stopped.
Rolo began to cry harder, holding on tightly to his brother.
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Lightning flashed down to earth, shooting past the small trees at the bottom of the small hill the house rested on and struck the mansion dead on from the roof.
A fire started.
The fire made quick work of the attic; where some of the servants sat, half dead, half alive. They could no longer function so Lelouch left them in the attic to slowly rot, their conscience still working. They felt their bodies burning, their minds screaming in pain, agony, and fear. And; as quickly as it started, their minds went silent.
The fire began working its way down to the second floor where the servants worked. They could see the fire, smell the fire, and feel the fire. But their body kept working, cleaning, dusting, mopping as their bodies caught on fire, their skin bubbling and melting. Their metal parts burning up, changing to a dark orange. Their minds registered the pain and fear. But they could not form thoughts to run, get the fire off of them, and be free of the burning mansion.
After a while they stopped working, their systems were completely fried. They were dead.
The fire reached Nunally. The fire licked at her dust covered body and she made not a sound. She was resign to her death and welcomed it. She would be free from her brothers. From the house that has forgotten how to protect her from harm. She knew she would fly away free to a better place. Fire blew down her pipe scorching her insides and making it harder to breath. She died. Her lips melting around the angry glow of her tube.
Whatever pictures were on the wall melted, its canvas or film having holes burnt into them before the entire thing shriveled up and turned to ash. Any Servants on that floor worked, their bodies in perfect condition because that is where Lelouch stationed them so that Suzaku would not get a shock if he saw the rejects. Though, despite their perfect condition, their minds did not think of anything but to focus on their work. They died just like their brothers and sister upstairs.
In the room where he died, Suzaku's body bubbled and boiled, melting until there was nothing left but charred bones. The shelves, desk, and books burnt, feeding the gluttonous fire.
Rolo held on tightly to his brother, his tears landing on Lelouch's face. Rolo did not pay attention to the temperature of the lab. Nor did he pay attention to the burning sensation that crawled up his back. He had lost his brother twice and it was more than he could take. The pain he barely registered from the fire was bearable compared to his loss. He fell over his brother's body, the fire that was on his back spread over to Lelouch's corpse as it finished them and their house. Leaving nothing but metal, burnt flesh, bones, and charred wood.
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Suzaku's boss climbed out of his patrol car, a smug grin on his face. The house that held those demons was now a smoldering heap of charred materials. He felt it to be a win; even though he was sure that Suzkau was still inside, he liked to think that Suzaku caused it and just did not make it out in time for one reason or another. He lost two good men to this case. But neither really died in vein in his old eyes.
He let out a sigh of relief. The case was closed. He laughed for his victory.
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