The Dead Will Come 27
The Dead Will Come
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.
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"Now if you would kindly drop me of in that small island, I'll be on my way."
Wufei gave Howard a look. "You are staying in a deserted island?"
"It's not deserted, kid. There is a lovely village and a small resort. I've been there before and always wanted to come back. This is my chance."
"And what are you gonna do there, Howard?" Duo asked, apparently having managed to disentangle himself from Heero long enough to hear Howard's words.
"Play the ukulele for the tourists." Howard answered seriously.
"The ukulele?" Duo asked slowly.
"Yes. I hear they tip well."
"Howard, you are seriously not asking us to drop you in a random island so you can play the ukulele!" Duo was glaring at Howard now.
"Kid, I'm old. It's time for me to retire." Howard smiled. "I think I've earned it so bring this bird down, science boy."
The old man seemed sure enough of what he wanted so Wufei started descending.
"This is absurd!" Duo said.
"I'll miss you too, kid." Howard lowered his sunglasses enough so Duo could see him wink. "Come visit sometime. I'll play the ukulele for you free of charge."
The helicopter touched down in a small clearing by a village.
"Well, have fun!" Howard said and climbed out of the helicopter before anyone could stop him.
"Where is he going?" Heero asked Duo.
Duo just looked at Howard for a moment and then smiled and shook his head. "To play the ukulele… it's okay, Wufei, lets go."
The helicopter took off and Howard waved at them before heading for the village.
"Is he going to be okay?" asked Quatre, taking Howard's place on the copilots seat.
"He'll be fine," Duo said. "He's a crazy old man but he can take care of himself."
"Now what?" Trowa was standing behind Quatre's chair, a hand firmly placed on Quatre's shoulder.
"I'm taking us to the mainland, other than that…" Wufei let the sentence hang. He had no idea what they were doing next.
"I guess you're out of a job now, uh?" Duo asked. "That's two of us."
"Three," Trowa said. "I'm done with the movies."
"What?" Duo looked at him. "You can't do that! I was really hoping for Death with a Vengeance 4!"
"Three of those are more than enough," Heero said.
"I never really liked being a movie star," Trowa explained, ignoring Heero's comment. "I want to do something else now."
"Like what?" Duo asked. Trowa's only answer was a shrug.
"I don't have anywhere to go either," Quatre commented. "I'm not going back home, I ran away from there and the apartment I had before they took me probably isn't there anymore."
They all remained quiet for a moment until Heero broke the silence. "I have a job for you," he said.
"For who?" Wufei asked.
"All of you." Heero fixed each of them with a look. "I work freelancer but I could use a team, one I can trust. I think we work well together."
"A team?" Quatre asked slowly. "More zombies?"
"Hopefully not," Heero said.
"You need a movie star in this team?" Trowa gave Heero a look.
"No," Heero answered truthfully, "but you could be of great help. I've seen what you can do and it's not all movie crap."
They held each other's gaze for a moment before Trowa nodded once.
"I accept," Wufei said. "I'm done working for evil corporations."
"You know I'm going." Duo gave Heero a kiss. "I wouldn't dream of letting you go on missions alone. Not now that I have you back."
"Quatre?" Trowa's voice was hesitant. He had already agreed but Wufei had the feeling that if Quatre refused he would change his mind.
"Yes," he smiled. "A team sounds wonderful."
"Hell yeah! We'll be the best, most feared team ever!" Duo grinned. "We need a name."
Wufei groaned.
"Like what?" Trowa asked.
"Zombie killers?" Duo suggested.
"No," Heero said immediately.
"What about Gundam?" Quatre asked. He was looking down at the control panel where the word "Gundam" signaled mark of the electronic equipment.
"Gundam, uh?" Duo tested the name. "Team Gundam. It's not bad, not bad at all."
Wufei sighed and Heero agreed with a nod.
"Team Gundam," Trowa said softly after a while. "Sounds like one of my movies."
"Um…" Duo coughed. "Maybe we don't need a name after all…"
* * *
TBC
Last scene tomorrow ^-^
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28
"Now if you would kindly drop me of in that small island, I'll be on my way."
Wufei gave Howard a look. "You are staying in a deserted island?"
"It's not deserted, kid. There is a lovely village and a small resort. I've been there before and always wanted to come back. This is my chance."
"And what are you gonna do there, Howard?" Duo asked, apparently having managed to disentangle himself from Heero long enough to hear Howard's words.
"Play the ukulele for the tourists." Howard answered seriously.
"The ukulele?" Duo asked slowly.
"Yes. I hear they tip well."
"Howard, you are seriously not asking us to drop you in a random island so you can play the ukulele!" Duo was glaring at Howard now.
"Kid, I'm old. It's time for me to retire." Howard smiled. "I think I've earned it so bring this bird down, science boy."
The old man seemed sure enough of what he wanted so Wufei started descending.
"This is absurd!" Duo said.
"I'll miss you too, kid." Howard lowered his sunglasses enough so Duo could see him wink. "Come visit sometime. I'll play the ukulele for you free of charge."
The helicopter touched down in a small clearing by a village.
"Well, have fun!" Howard said and climbed out of the helicopter before anyone could stop him.
"Where is he going?" Heero asked Duo.
Duo just looked at Howard for a moment and then smiled and shook his head. "To play the ukulele… it's okay, Wufei, lets go."
The helicopter took off and Howard waved at them before heading for the village.
"Is he going to be okay?" asked Quatre, taking Howard's place on the copilots seat.
"He'll be fine," Duo said. "He's a crazy old man but he can take care of himself."
"Now what?" Trowa was standing behind Quatre's chair, a hand firmly placed on Quatre's shoulder.
"I'm taking us to the mainland, other than that…" Wufei let the sentence hang. He had no idea what they were doing next.
"I guess you're out of a job now, uh?" Duo asked. "That's two of us."
"Three," Trowa said. "I'm done with the movies."
"What?" Duo looked at him. "You can't do that! I was really hoping for Death with a Vengeance 4!"
"Three of those are more than enough," Heero said.
"I never really liked being a movie star," Trowa explained, ignoring Heero's comment. "I want to do something else now."
"Like what?" Duo asked. Trowa's only answer was a shrug.
"I don't have anywhere to go either," Quatre commented. "I'm not going back home, I ran away from there and the apartment I had before they took me probably isn't there anymore."
They all remained quiet for a moment until Heero broke the silence. "I have a job for you," he said.
"For who?" Wufei asked.
"All of you." Heero fixed each of them with a look. "I work freelancer but I could use a team, one I can trust. I think we work well together."
"A team?" Quatre asked slowly. "More zombies?"
"Hopefully not," Heero said.
"You need a movie star in this team?" Trowa gave Heero a look.
"No," Heero answered truthfully, "but you could be of great help. I've seen what you can do and it's not all movie crap."
They held each other's gaze for a moment before Trowa nodded once.
"I accept," Wufei said. "I'm done working for evil corporations."
"You know I'm going." Duo gave Heero a kiss. "I wouldn't dream of letting you go on missions alone. Not now that I have you back."
"Quatre?" Trowa's voice was hesitant. He had already agreed but Wufei had the feeling that if Quatre refused he would change his mind.
"Yes," he smiled. "A team sounds wonderful."
"Hell yeah! We'll be the best, most feared team ever!" Duo grinned. "We need a name."
Wufei groaned.
"Like what?" Trowa asked.
"Zombie killers?" Duo suggested.
"No," Heero said immediately.
"What about Gundam?" Quatre asked. He was looking down at the control panel where the word "Gundam" signaled mark of the electronic equipment.
"Gundam, uh?" Duo tested the name. "Team Gundam. It's not bad, not bad at all."
Wufei sighed and Heero agreed with a nod.
"Team Gundam," Trowa said softly after a while. "Sounds like one of my movies."
"Um…" Duo coughed. "Maybe we don't need a name after all…"
* * *
TBC
Last scene tomorrow ^-^