10-Jan-2001
Title: Break the Terror of the Urban Spell: Part 1
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction
Category: shonen ai, angst, dark, deathfic (this part)
Pairings: ?+2 (this part)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: R
Warnings: Dark, deathfic, probably inspired by this Anne Rice that I'm reading.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This... somehow... just... appeared on my screen! *fiddles with braid nervously* I'm heavily debating over whether to continue it. 'Cause, there are two possible directions that I could take this that I wouldn't mind doing, and both of them could lend themself to some pretty graphic lemon scenes, but this is dark... and my first deathfic... and this little piece scares me, but so did a nice violent sex story that I wrote called "industrial strength" that was for another fandom. Hmm... title pulled from Tori Amos... if I'm not mistaken, "Riot Poof" off of "to venus and back". So, um, let me know what you think, and be truthful.
\\START PRESENT//
Duo's face was pressed with a serene smile, soft tears caressing the delicately forming laugh lines to the sides of his eyes as he plummeted, upside down, from the tower where his love stood, eyes wide, trembling, and reaching out. "Duo!"
Turning away with tears in his eyes, the trembling man flinched as he heard the crunching sound behind him, knowing that the love of his love had gone now. He stepped forward shakily to the balcony's passage way, but paused at the barrier and looked back, tears welling up in his lifeless eyes. "How could you break that promise, Duo? You said you'd always live for me... Always!" He ran back to the tower wall and looked down, wincing in forebearance, then opening his eyes wide in confusion. "Du..." Coughing, he sank to the stone floor of the tower, and wept for a moment. His lover had vaulted backward off a four-story tower... and there wasn't a body lying on the ground.
Clutching his bottom lip between his teeth, nervously, he stood and ran down the spiraling stairs of the tower. The periodic openings in the walls informed him of his descent, and he was now near the bottom. He was taking the stairs three at a time now, flying so fast that nothing could stop him until he found out the answers to his questions, when, with vaulting despair, his foot caught on a black-cloaked object in the stairwell, sending him down the final bit of steps to the ground.
Sickened, he pulled himself from the ground, knowing full well what had tripped him, but going back to make sure, just in case. He crawled his way past the first bit of spiral of the steps and found the black cloak. He observed it for a moment, now-wild eyes daringly searching out the slightest of movements... But, movements there were none. Touching the cloak lightly, he felt the bile rise up in his throat. The cloak which, earlier, had hung from his own coat rack, was now soaked through and through with blood. The bile heaved up further, threatening to spill past the barrier of his throat, as he decisively ripped off the cloak, knowing that the wearer had installed Velcro after complaining of the complicated knot required to hold it correctly at his neck, and had to turn his head and let the bile have its way. His love's body was a mass of blood and broken bones and defecation and... He wept. The braid he knew well was also spotted with the tattoo of life gone awry. Blood... blood... blood. He threw up again and stumbled down the steps of the tower. "What have I..." He was beginning to hyperventilate as he raced away through the rolling hills that beckoned him with false security. "What have I done?"
A final, tall hill beckoned, and he climbed it with ease, despite spasming muscles and straining consciousness. At the top, he let gravity conquer him, pulling him to the ground. As he sank further and further down, he let out a primal scream. His love was gone, and he hadn't even known he was loved.
//END PRESENT\\
End Part 1
(:./jennykim/break1)
