(BtVS/Gungrave) Beyond the Grave
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Notes: I wrote this a few years ago after watching the anime 'Gungrave'. I was blown away by the amazing story of friendship and betrayal. Unfortunately I didn't get past the prologue, though I had the story plotted out right through. There are no plans to finish it at the moment, but who knows, one day I may get inspired to take it farther. Most likely the next time I pull my 'Gungrave' DVD's out.
Beyond the Grave
The man sat in the darkness of his converted semi trailer. The only light coming from the glow of the computer screen in front of him. The back portion of the trailer the man was in was a rather impressive laboratory considering the size constraints. He scowled at the readouts before him and ran a hand through greying hair.
Time had not been kind to this man. Not yet pushing fifty and very little of his natural hair colour remained and he had wrinkles and lines on his face that made him look over a decade older than he was. He supposed it could have been worse. At least he still had
“It has to work,” he told himself, a hint of desperation in his tired voice. “We’re down to the end. There is nothing else left to try.”
He heard a knock come from the door leading to the living area of the trailer. Although ‘living area’ may be too generous a term for a small kitchenette and a pair of cots.
Without waiting for an answer the door was opened and a teenage girl limped into the room using the wall for support. “Did you say something Uncle Andrew?”
“Just an old fool talking to himself dear.” Andrew noticed the girl try to hide a grimace as she moved. “Are you in pain Mika?”
She shook her head no stubbornly but Andrew stood anyways. Procuring some pain medication and a bottle of water from a cabinet he handed them to her. “Here this will help. It will make you a little sleepy though, so you should get some rest while you can.”
“But Uncle Andrew!” she protested.
“Humour me. Please.”
With a resigned sigh Mika took them and headed to the door. She stopped just before closing it. “Goodnight Uncle Andrew.”
“Sweet dreams Mika.”
Andrew sat back in his chair and stared blankly ahead just thinking. On past sins and how hard it is to do what is right. On those he called enemy and those he called friend. On how much easier things seemed back when he was Mika’s age. What a fool he had been.
When the sounds of soft snoring reached his ears he stood and made his way to the back of the trailer. He stopped in front of a metal chair melded right into the floor. On it was a muscular man, naked as the day he was born surrounded by bags of blood and chemicals being fed into his body by tubes. A man that wasn’t breathing.
“I’m sorry to do this to you Xander,” Andrew said with a sigh. “Desperate times and all that.
“They need to be stopped, the Council that is. They cannot be allowed to continue in this perversion of its vision! The things they’ve done. The lives that have been lost…”
Andrew swallowed a lump and looked up with shining eyes. “They’re all gone. There are no heroes left Xander. And we need heroes again. I know you never considered yourself one but that is exactly what you are. To me, to her
, to your slayers.
“I wish there was another way than this. I truly do. Over a decade I’ve searched and planned and schemed. Over a decade those searches came up empty and those plans and schemes failed. I’m getting old and even in my youth I could not have fought them. Now I’m down to disturbing the rest of someone who can fight them. Someone who has a chance to put things right again!”
He paused to look the body before him in its unblinking eyes. Andrew voice hitched and he was openly shedding tears.
“I hope you found some measure of the peace that you couldn’t find in life in your final reward. You were a good man and deserved that happiness more than most. It pains me to take you away from that but there is nobody else. You are our last hope.
“Maybe you’re with Anya again up there. Maybe you’re with her
.” He paused as the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a rueful smile. “Yah… I like to think that you ended up together…”
The smile was quickly wiped from his face. The memory of happier times chased away by the reality of what he was doing.
“God forgive me for this,” Andrew cried as he sank to the floor. “Because I don’t think you will!”