Title: "The After-Life and Misadventures of Duo Maxwell, First Class Corpse"

Part: 7/?

Author: Euce. [overhaulver3@aol.com, ceilingwaxx@aol.com]

Credits: Sincerely not belonging at all to me - I doubt my plot is even all that original.

Rating: PG-13. Alternative Universe, modern setting..

Brief Contents/Warnings Listing: Angst, angst, angst, for this part. Fortunately, it's hardly a paragraph long.

Plead: Please review me, critique me heavily. Let me know where I've screwed up, or where I need improvement.

Additional Author's Notes:
I kinda cheesed-out on this one. It's short. Really short. This is a mystery POV; these / indicate thoughts. / More to come.


] Earlier that day, about 70 miles away from Winner's crash [

The room was very dark and very cold, despite that the sun was shining vibrantly and the summer heat was rising, just on the other side of the walls. The room was filled with a bleak, viscous, grey, penetrated only by low, aching moans of pain - and sorrow - and regret.

/ Duo... My Duo... /

Guttural sobs heaved a dim figure's naked chest as he lie in his shadowy queen-sized bed. The perfect size for an intimate couple. He clutched a pillow to himself, his face buried in it, his hands gripping it with a white-knuckle pressure.

/ Duo... It was.. an accident. /

/ An accident. /

/ It wasn't supposed to happen like this. /

/ Just an accident. /

/ I'm not sorry. I'm not responsible for-- for your-- /

The sobs resumed anew, more terrible and more passionate than they had been before.