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The sound of Quatre's yell echoed through his large mansion and was followed a soft thud. Trowa reached his lover first. The small blond lay on his side, a small pool of blood forming under him. With a suppressed sob, he gently turned Quatre over to find he was still conscious.
"Heero, Duo," the young man gasped painfully. "You have to help them. She's killing them." Unable to hang on any longer, Quatre collapsed.
Trowa looked around for help and found Rashid standing over them. Hearing Quatre's plea, the big man started to give orders. Abdul was sent to call for an ambulance; Wufei and Rashid went to help the other two pilots; all others were to keep guard over Master Quatre just in case wherever had done this to him tried again.
The tall Arab and the proud Asian carefully ascended the stairs. While they were sure they knew what was in Heero and Duo's room, neither wanted to give it any warning of their arrival; they would need every advantage they could get. Upon reaching the third floor, the two stood on either side of the doorway and carefully pushed the door open. A horrific site met their gaze.
Heero hung limply from a sheet wrapped around his throat that dangled him more than three feet off the floor. The Japanese man's lips were turning blue as they watched. Blood on his hands and the white sheet showed his struggles to free himself. His legendary strength hadn't been enough to save him though.
A small whimper drew their attention to the bed. Duo lay there, arms and legs spread wide as something rocked his body with a steady rhythm. Violet eyes were clenched tightly shut and his face bore an expression of terrible pain. The normally white sheets were covered with streaks of red.
The second whimper uttered by Duo spurred the pair into action. Wufei drew his ever-present sword and expertly sliced the sheet from Heero's neck. Catching the still form as it fell, he fled the room knowing Heero needed immediate attention if he was to survive and the thing attacking them would not allow it; he also knew Rashid would do everything in his power to save Duo. There was nothing Wufei could for his friend except save his lover. The Chinese pilot didn't stop until he reached the bottom of the stairs. Laying his friend near Quatre, Wufei began to desperately administer CPR, praying he was not too late.
Upstairs, Rashid threw himself at the bed. He felt something burn along his skin as he touched the pinned pilot. A scream howled in his ears. The amount of pure hatred he heard caused his blood to freeze. Whatever this thing was, it was not sane.
Clawed hands tore at his clothes and flesh, but he refused to give up. Carefully, he lifted the limp captive and began to move away from the bed. Duo didn't even stir. A terrible fear gripped Rashid. Had he been too late? Was the American already dead? A faint moan put that fear to rest, but he still needed to get the young man out of the room and he doubted the creature would cooperate.
Turning toward the door, he felt a blow along his shoulders. It staggered him so badly he almost dropped his bundle. Regaining his balance, he could feel something weighing him down. Each step took enormous effort; as if he were moving in far greater gravity. Something touched his right leg and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Downstairs, everyone heard the Arab's howl of pain. Only Wufei didn't pause; he was too busy trying to bring Heero back. Abdul, having called the ambulance, left his fellows and rushed to aid his commander.
He found Rashid in great torment. The man's clothes were hanging in shreds; four severe second-degree burns could be seen on his body. More than a dozen bloody wounds decorated his arms. Despite all this, the man was still struggling to get Duo out of the room.
"Rashid," Adbul cried. He started forward and suddenly found himself floating in midair. There was only enough time to the see the helpless rage on Rashid's face and then he was flying backward over the balcony. Fortunately, the other Maganuacs caught him. A strangled cry came from the upstairs room; an earsplitting shriek came seconds afterward. Then there was no sound at all.
All eyes turned upward. The silence was deafening. What happened? Where was Rashid? Who had screamed? Finally, Adbul struggled to his feet determined to try helping again. The sound of a heavy footstep stopped him at the bottom of the stairs. Another step could be heard and then another. With agonizing slowness something approached the landing outside Duo and Heero's room.
Rashid staggered out of the room. His eyes were unfocused and blood dripped slowly from too many wounds to count. Held safely in his arms was an unmoving Duo.
"Rashid," Adbul said reverently.
The older man focused on Adbul briefly. His eyes held warmth and relief that the young man was unhurt. Smiling, he held out Duo's form like an offering and collapsed into a heap at the top of the stairs. The collapse brought a flurry of action. Most of the Maganuacs joined Adbul in a mad rush to their leader. Several others ran outside to meet the ambulance they could now hear in the distance.
Trowa held Quatre gently praying they would be in time for all his friends, but ice settled in his stomach. Duo had looked so still, like he wasn't even breathing. Rashid was so horribly injured. Could even the giant man take that kind of punishment and survive? Wufei was still trying to get Heero to come back to them. Had this thing won at last? Had it taken his small family? Had they all made it through both wars, found love, and grown whole only to have it snatched from them?
Looking around him, Trowa did the only thing he could; he prayed. To whatever was out there. Be the creator man or woman from any religion; he didn't care. It didn't matter. With all his soul, the green-eyed man prayed for them all.
End Part 4
Has the monster succeeded? Even if everyone lives, how do you fight something you cannot touch or see?
Phoenix
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