Cold One-Shot: "Goodbyes"
Title: Goodbyes
Author: psyco_chick32
Rating: M for violent imagery
Genre: Horror/Gore
Word Count: 435 words
Universe: A/U
Summary: Miroku stands between Sango and her future
A/N: And now for something completely different!
The low, groaning sound sent shivers up and down Sango’s spine. She backed away slowly, until her body was flush with the wall opposite the door.
‘It’s not him,’ she coached herself, clutching her gun like an alcoholic clings to a bottle. ‘The Miroku you know and love is dead!’
The truth wasn’t any easier to swallow now (she chided herself for the bad, unintentional pun) than it was before, despite seeing him tear gruesomely into an innocent bystander. But it had been that sight that had galvanized her into action.
She loved him. She adored him - but this monster he’d become… if he were aware, he’d be begging for her to do what she had to. He’d hate knowing he was preying on people too stupid or slow to get away.
The attacks were violent, animalistic - and Miroku had been one of the first.
He’d been coming home late from work one night when the car hit an icy patch. The police told her he likely died on impact; there’d been little left for her to identify.
Literally.
When she’d made her way down to the morgue, Miroku’s body had been missing. As had the person working on him… and the rest of the bodies brought in that night.
Nobody knew how.
Nobody knew why.
And anybody too curious to listen to common sense found themselves fallen, part of the ranks they once wished to study.
Sango used to joke about being trapped in a bad horror movie. Now she found herself in one, and she refused to go back on what she’d said at the time.
“I wouldn’t stick around! Sometimes you just have to know when to cut your losses!”
She checked the gun again. It was loaded and ready.
“I would do my best to help as many people as possible, then get the hell outta dodge. There’s bravery… and then there’s stupidity.”
The stench of death permeated everything, and Sango breathed as shallow as possible as a low groan rose up from behind the door. It rattled as the zombie threw itself against the wood - uncaring of anything but the warm flesh on the other side.
With a sigh - thankful that they had no children to witness this horrific night - Sango tugged on the string she’d tied to the lock.
Miroku’s body lunged toward her.
She pulled the trigger. Again and again and again, until the gun was empty and Miroku was guaranteed to stay down.
“I love you,” she whispered, shivering again. As she ran out toward her jeep, she shuddered…
as Miroku’s dying groans echoed in her ears.
Author: psyco_chick32
Rating: M for violent imagery
Genre: Horror/Gore
Word Count: 435 words
Universe: A/U
Summary: Miroku stands between Sango and her future
A/N: And now for something completely different!
The low, groaning sound sent shivers up and down Sango’s spine. She backed away slowly, until her body was flush with the wall opposite the door.
‘It’s not him,’ she coached herself, clutching her gun like an alcoholic clings to a bottle. ‘The Miroku you know and love is dead!’
The truth wasn’t any easier to swallow now (she chided herself for the bad, unintentional pun) than it was before, despite seeing him tear gruesomely into an innocent bystander. But it had been that sight that had galvanized her into action.
She loved him. She adored him - but this monster he’d become… if he were aware, he’d be begging for her to do what she had to. He’d hate knowing he was preying on people too stupid or slow to get away.
The attacks were violent, animalistic - and Miroku had been one of the first.
He’d been coming home late from work one night when the car hit an icy patch. The police told her he likely died on impact; there’d been little left for her to identify.
Literally.
When she’d made her way down to the morgue, Miroku’s body had been missing. As had the person working on him… and the rest of the bodies brought in that night.
Nobody knew how.
Nobody knew why.
And anybody too curious to listen to common sense found themselves fallen, part of the ranks they once wished to study.
Sango used to joke about being trapped in a bad horror movie. Now she found herself in one, and she refused to go back on what she’d said at the time.
“I wouldn’t stick around! Sometimes you just have to know when to cut your losses!”
She checked the gun again. It was loaded and ready.
“I would do my best to help as many people as possible, then get the hell outta dodge. There’s bravery… and then there’s stupidity.”
The stench of death permeated everything, and Sango breathed as shallow as possible as a low groan rose up from behind the door. It rattled as the zombie threw itself against the wood - uncaring of anything but the warm flesh on the other side.
With a sigh - thankful that they had no children to witness this horrific night - Sango tugged on the string she’d tied to the lock.
Miroku’s body lunged toward her.
She pulled the trigger. Again and again and again, until the gun was empty and Miroku was guaranteed to stay down.
“I love you,” she whispered, shivering again. As she ran out toward her jeep, she shuddered…
as Miroku’s dying groans echoed in her ears.