Forward: Well, here's the next part to my Gundam Wing fic. As to the person who asked, sure if you want to put this story on your site fine with me, just give me the address so I can see it. ^^ As always, I don't own anything in this story, so don't sue me. (You'll only get a few Fushigi Yuugi tapes and a pure Jap. Copy of the third Digimon movie anyway….) Enjoy!!! ^^
The Night on Haunted Hill Part 3
By M
"It was down this hallway." Duo explained, leading the group back towards the basement. He smirked to himself, noting that Sally and Treize were staying near the back of their little convoy.
They eventually reached the door and held their breaths as Duo grabbed the handle and swung it open, placing his hands in front of his face as if to shield himself from anything that may come out. All they were met with was darkness.
"I guess your ghost took a vacation." Lady Une commented staring into to black on the underground level.
"Shut up." Duo mumbled, warily making his way down the steep steps. Now that he was going slower then before, the braided pilot noticed that the old, wooden steps creaked and groaned under his weight. Just as he was about to reach the bottom, the last step let out a particularly loud groan before snapping and causing Duo to fall over onto the floor in a cloud of dust.
"Duo!" Quatre shouted from the top of the steps, where everyone else was still standing.
"I'm fine!!" the other boy shouted back, "Just be careful!! We were lucky that these steps didn't break on us before because they're really old!!!"
Quatre's worried expression stayed on the young man's face, "Not that…._turn around_ Duo." The urgency in the Sandrock pilot's voice was enough to make Duo comply. He abruptly turned his head, prepared for the worst. What he met was something he'd seen before just earlier that night, when he had discovered Hilde dead. A huge pool of blood.
"Oh gods……" However, unlike before, there was no body. Instead, just a broken, short-circuiting hand-held tape recorder. To be more specific, Dorothy's broken, short circuiting hand-held tape recorder. He snapped his head back around, "Get down here now!!!"
The others nodded and went down the steps, paying close attention so as to not fall like Duo had.
"It looks like Dorothy's tape recorder." Heero nodded, face devoid of emotion.
"No duh." Duo said, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm. Heero shot him a glare before turning back to the item. Carefully avoiding the splatters of still-warm blood, the 01 pilot pulled the camera out of it's crimson surroundings and fumbled around with some of the circuits, trying to get the contraption functioning again.
While he was doing this, Zechs took the opportunity to turn on the lights and look around. He flipped the switch, momentarily blinding everyone, then examined the blood and the surrounding area. Noticing that the blood formed a bit of a path leading to the back wall, he followed the trail, perhaps they would be able to confirm that this was, indeed, Dorothy, even if there was really no one else it could really be. He became confused when the trail hit the wall, then went up….
"Oh my…." He trailed off.
"What s'it?" Noin asked, still somewhat drunk.
"Look at this." Zechs ordered.
Everyone except for Heero, who was still working on the camera, and Releena, who was still trying to get his attention, followed Noin back to Zech's location. They all followed his head up to where the blood dragged against the wall, then across the ceiling and disappeared into on of the corners. As if Dorothy, or whoever this was, had been dragged right through.
"I got it." Heero informed everyone, switching on the camera. The group rushed over to observe the tiny screen as the camera ran the last few moments of Dorothy Catalonia's life.
"Duo? Guys? Is that you?" they heard her tiny voice ask from the recorder. A familiar buzzing also played through the speakers and Duo found himself holding his breath. The camera and Dorothy turned around, only to be met with apparently nothing. But Dorothy's scream was real enough as she was seemingly flipped over and dragged upside down and away by the unseen force that had terrified her so. The camera dropped as her scream was abruptly silenced, and the camera stopped playing.
By this time, Catherine and Releena both looked as if they were going to vomit, and Sally was giving quick glances behind her back.
Somewhat recovering from her shocked stupor, Catherine cleared he throat and in a shaky voice said, "I-I think we should go back upstairs now." Everyone wholeheartedly agreed. Reaching the top of the steps, took no time at all for the group, considering they all wanted to get out of that basement as soon as possible. It was unanimously agreed that they would all go back to the main entry room, where they would stay all night until Pagen came to pick Releena up.
They turned past the room that Duo and the others had earlier barricaded themselves in, Quatre outwardly flinching, and turned down another twist in the corridor, unaware of the hundreds of pairs of pale, ghostly eyes watching them from all directions.
Turning the last corner, Trowa and Catherine, who were in the lead, stopped abruptly. "What's wrong?" Treize inquired, noticing that Catherine's face had turned ghost white, and even Trowa looked uncomfortable. He was answered when Catherine's quivering form suddenly let out a high-pitched scream of terror, and everyone quickly rushed to the doorway to see what she was so frightened of. Duo gasped and Une held her hands up to her face.
Laying in the middle of the room were three bodies. Well, in the case of Hildie and Dorothy, the remains of three bodies. Hildie's limp, sickly pale form had been moved from the room she and Duo had been using as their control center, a trail of blood across the room and to the opposite hall. WuFei's body was also on the ground, dull, black eyes still slightly glazed over from the alcohol he had drunk before his untimely demise. The third body confirmed without a shadow of a doubt that Dorothy had in fact been the victim of spiritual fowl play. A second trail of blood started from, shockingly, but not surprisingly, the wall at the far end of the room, where there were no doors or windows. It was slashed and covered, one could say, caked in blood. One arm was bent at a slightly strange angle, and her face was frozen in an eternal scream of fright.
Heero flinched slightly as Releena tightened her already tight grip on his arm. He gave a slight jerk, trying to tell her that he wanted the blood circulation in his arm to return to normal. However, the gentle movement was enough to startle the young Peacecraft girl and cause her to pull away.
She stumbled over herself and fell backwards landing on her rear right next to the bodies. She placed her hands to her face, and just stared at the unmoving forms, eyes getting wider and wider, and face getting paler and paler. No one made a move to help her. They were too disgusted and shocked by the whole scene to move a muscle. So she just sat there, and sat there, and sat there, until finally she couldn't hold it in any longer. Releena pushed herself up, hand falling into a puddle of blood, and screamed for all she was worth before running out of the room, towards the steps leading upstairs.
"Releena!" Zechs yelled, a hint of annoyance in his voice, "Get back here!" and before anyone could stop him, he broke away from the group and ran up, taking the steps two at a time, after her.
"Do you think we should go after her?" Treize inquired.
"Nah." Duo said, "Zechs can take care of himself. Those two will be back before you know it. In the meantime however……" he said, turning his head and looking towards the three bodies, "I really really would like it if someone would get rid of those things." He gazed at Trowa, who shook his head while staring at Catherine, then at Heero, who's look alone said 'no'.
"Well," he said, "Then what do we do? I for one, don't want to spend the rest of the night staring at them."
"Well," Sally said, "Since Zechs and Releena are already up there, I suggest that we all get our bags and settle in the bedrooms upstairs. They're all pretty close together, so we can pair up and take turns keeping watch for any strange happenings until mourning comes."
"If it comes." Une mumbled.
"I guess that sounds like a good enough idea." Quatre said cheerfully, trying to lighten the bleak mood.
"Me too." Duo agreed. Heero nodded and Catherine and Trowa looked relieved.
"So then," Duo started, making a sweeping motion with his arm, "Let's head up-"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaa!!!!!" a high-pitched voice screeched from above them, "Heeeeeeeellllllllllllllpppppppppp!!!!"
Noin shot her head up, having finally recovered from her drunken state, "Miss Reelena! Zechs!" she shouted, rushing up the stairs. Treize, Quatre, Duo, and the others were right behind her.
To be continued……
Sorry it's so short. ^^ I'll work hard on the next part, but I've got life, oekaki, and a bunch of other unfinished stories to work on as well.
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