The Hours of Dying

Chapter 5:

A.N I'm sorry about the shortness of the chapters I really am, but until The editor stops fucking me around, they're not gonna be longer than 2000 words at most, because it just takes far to long to go through everything and every quotation mark, every comma, every paragraph having to be fixed ugh it's so annoying. Oh well. Enjoy the chapter. Don't forget to review! XD

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"You know Amy... When I said 'Find something to burn' I didn't exactly have a house in mind,"

Amelda scowled at the feminine nickname directed his way.

"I mean... What about a nice tree instead?" Suggested Varon hopefully.

Amelda shook his head as he rifted through the masses of junk in the backseat.

"Nah,"

Varon sighed and raised his eyes to the stars above. That was the thing about Amelda, once he got his mind set on something you had to beat hm with a stick to make him let go, and he wasn't about to beat his boyfriend with a stick...

Amelda spotted what he was looking for and closed his hand around the bottle of kerosene.

"You know Varon... I don't feel like doing it the traditional way tonight,"

Varon glanced over at Amelda. "Is that so?"

Amelda slammed the car door shut and turned to face the Australian boy.

"Yeah..."

Varon noticed a rag in Amelda's right hand.

"And how do you propose not doing it 'The Traditional way'"

Amelda smirked, "I was thinking along the lines of kerosene bomb,"

Varon nodded, that explained quite clearly what the rag was for...

"Ok... Whatever you want," He sighed letting his gaze drop to his feet.

A moment later he saw Amelda's feet walking towards him, and then felt a finger lifting his chin up.

"Don't be depressed Varon... You'll make me depressed,"

Amelda's breath ghosted over his ear.

He had a point thought Varon, And the last thing he wanted was for Amelda to be unhappy.

Before he had a chance to voice his opinion to the redhead he felt a pair of lips on his own, a tongue already begging for entrance.

Varon opened his mouth somewhat and stepped closer to Amelda, pressing his body up against the others.

He wanted to just forget about the past few days, just stay in Amelda's embrace forever.

However after a minute Amelda pulled away, bringing Varon back to hard reality.

The redhead was gazing fondly down at Varon, his left hand still slightly tangled in Varon dark brown hair.

"I wont let anyone hurt you," He murmured.

Varon was slightly taken aback at this, had someone tried to hurt him? Not that he knew of... Maybe Amelda was just insecure because of what happened? Yes, that would be it.

Wrapping his arms around Amelda's neck, he brought the other boys lips down to meet his once again.

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Bakura walked down the deserted street. Where was everyone? He stood on the edge of the road, overlooking the dark waters of the bay beneath him. A piece of litter rattled past his feet, blown along by the wind. The only sound in a seemingly deserted city.

Just then he heard footsteps behind him. Running footsteps.

He spun around, hand already heading for his knife. But froze when he saw what came around the corner. It was Marik, but not Marik at the same time. It's basic features were Marik's, but Bakura didn't think he'd ever laid eyes on something so disturbing in his life. It's platinum blonde hair was matted and streaked with blood, the same substance running down it's chin, from it's mouth. It was hunched over slightly, breathing hard like a wounded animal. But it's most disturbing feature was it's eyes... No pupil, no iris just a sickly looking white. It's eyes were currently on a horrified Bakura and without warning the creature lunged towards him.

Bakura dodged to the side, before running down a small alleyway eyes wide. More creatures joined the first, there were heaps of them, coming from everywhere. He kept running, his legs were screaming at him, but he ignored the pain and kept sprinting. Suddenly on either side of him, flames sprung up, licking at his legs and arms. He felt a burning on the back of his neck and realised that his hair was on fire. He just kept running, he just needed to get away from those things. His foot hit a glitch in the road, and he stumbled, falling down and grazing his knees in the process. He tried to get back up again, but was knocked back down my something hurtling into his backside, he spun over preparing to defend himself and saw those pupiless eyes, saw the bloody teeth headed for his throat, and clenched his eyes shut, just as the grisly creature ripped into his flesh.

"Bakura!"

Bakura shot up, breathing hard.

A nightmare it had all been a nightmare... Which was strange really, he was usually the one to cause nightmares not have them himself. He turned to the source of his name, and had never been more relieved in his life to see the concerned eyes of his lover. He practically threw himself at Marik, knowing he was acting like a wimp but he didn't care, all he wanted to do was stay like that, with the blonde boys arms around him rubbing circles on his back, trying to calm him down.

"... Want to talk about it?"

Marik's voice held a rare tone of compassion. And Bakura was grateful.

However he shook his head, he didn't want to remember that horror, best just to forget about the whole thing.

"Ok... Whatever you want," murmured Marik.

They stayed there, Bakura gradually calming down, until he became aware of Marik gently forcing his shoulders down, causing the albino boy to fall back onto the double bed.

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Amelda swished the clear liquid around the glass bottle to coat the sides with the flammable substance, before wetting a rag and stuffing it into bottle so that the flaps hung out through the end. Going back to the old ford, Amelda opened the boot and brought out a red canister of petrol.

Thrusting the home made bomb at varon and indicating to him to hold it, Amelda took the petrol and sauntered over to the back door of the house.

It wasn't a busy suburb, since they'd been there, there'd only been one car that had driven leisurely down the street and turned into a drive and then it'd been quiet. The streetlamp infront of the house was broken and the glass from it was scattered over the dark pavement. Lying in the gutter were several beer bottles, illuminated only by the moonlight and the faint glow given off by the lights of one house further down the street. Varon watched with unease as Amelda quietly opened the unlocked back door and crept inside.

After a few minutes of fidgeting and wishing Amelda would hurry up and get back out there, varon finally breathed out the breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding in.

Varon silently handed over the makeshift bomb and realised that Amelda's eyes were strangely... Vacant.

"Amelda... Are you sure this is right? ... I mean this is someone's home... We're interfering with their life..."

Amelda's eyes glanced up from where they'd been focused on on the bomb and stared at Varon.

His eyes narrowed.

"Don't you trust me?" He whispered, Varon could've sworn he'd heard a trace of maliciousness in Amelda's voice.

"Of course I do!" Varon assured him, a slight touch of anxiety in his voice.

Amelda smirked, "Good,"

He turned around, "Get in the car, and drive a little way away from here, I'll catch up with you in a few minutes,"

Varon swallowed nervously and nodded to show he understood.

He slid into the car, and started up the engine. The car rumbled but didn't start. He scowled, Varon really was getting fed up with this car, but Amelda liked it too much to buy a new one... Not to mention they were broke, but still...

On the second try the car rumbled into life, and Varon shut the door, and pulled out onto the dim lit street before driving up the street and around the corner.

Amelda watched him go, then focused his attention back on the task at hand.

He brought out his Zippo lighter and flicked it open. With an excited gleam in his eyes, Amelda set fire to the kerosene soaked rag, and threw it as hard as he could into the house through the backdoor, and as a maniacal grin spread across his face, the flames reached the inside of the bottle and exploded in a ball of bright orange flame, catching the petrol carelessly spread over the carpet and walls by Amelda, the flames spread quickly, almost engulfing the first room in a minute. A cloth over his nose and mouth to stop the fumes overcoming him, Amelda glanced up towards the second floor of the house, a light had gone on, and he could hear shouting... They'd probably woken up from the smoke alarm Amelda mused.

The fire was spreading, the petrol speeding it's rampage. It was a small house, Amelda could see from his viewpoint outside the backdoor, the room it lead into then another room beyond that, and a stairway which had just collapsed. The houses in this area weren't built very well Amelda registered bemusedly.

"Hmm... No stairs, you're not getting out unless you jump... That is if you haven't collapsed from smoke already," Murmured Amelda.

Staring entranced at the scene before him, Amelda suddenly felt like he was being watched. He spun around to look up at the next house.

On the second floor, a light was on and a figure was standing at the window speaking quickly into a phone.

A figure with brown hair, and wide blue eyes.

"Shit...!" Amelda swore.

He took one last look at the flames, then turned and ran.