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for free etc
Notes: Tricks and Treats -- it's debatable who gets which!
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Written for trixie's ‘Trick or Treat' theme on fic_on_demand, Oct 2004.
For no specific request, as the inspiration came and went within the day
*smirk* -- but dedicated especially to *her*, for all her hard work making
the community so successful!!
The man at number 33 had laughed
-- loudly and rudely -- at their costumes, and slammed the door in their
faces. Duo didn't mind so much, as he knew he'd be posting an envelope
of sour cabbage through the guy's letterbox next week, in retribution.
The family at 47 had a puppy, and it bit Quatre in its ‘youthful enthusiasm'
-- or so the kids there insisted. They looked terrified that someone would
come and take it away, like this had been suggested before. The cursing
Quatre looked like he might vote for that as well, so Trowa hurried the
group on to the next apartment.
The attractive young woman at 61 looked them all up and down very slowly,
then she handed Trowa, Quatre and Duo a whole bag of assorted sweets,
and offered Wufei a night of Treats of a very different kind. From several
different positions; utilizing many different accessories. She was most
frank -- and most insistent. Wufei looked sorely tempted -- Quatre looked
scandalized. Trowa negotiated them away again, with a laughing Duo leading
from the front.
The teenagers at 69 opened the door with tousled hair and mismatched buttons
-- they couldn't even find an apple to offer as a Treat, which implied
they weren't the homemakers here, just grateful tenants of the couch for
The old man at 75 spat at them and ranted about juvenile delinquency.
They stopped at the end of the corridor for a drink of water and to share
out some food. The four of them sat on the stairs, a motley, bizarre group
of young men in Halloween costumes.
"Who the hell said this'd be fun?" grumbled Duo, scratching aimlessly
at his shiny tail. He was dressed as a rather spectacular, red-horned
devil. "My feet are killing me in these cloven plastic boots!"
"Looks like the tradition of Trick or Treating is dying out," sympathised
Wufei, stretching his cramped shoulders under his vampire cloak. His false
teeth kept slipping down on one side, stabbing at his lip.
"It's not the tradition that's being killed off!" hissed Quatre, rubbing
the bite on his sore ankle. His matted false beard was making his chin
itch, and he suspected it had nits nesting in it. He felt stupid in the
baggy shorts, and now knew that being a goblin had left his green-stockinged
legs far too exposed -- he'd insist on another choice next year!
"Don't be so negative, guys! A lot of people have found it amusing," encouraged
Trowa. He looked rather stately in his draped sheet -- more of a Roman
senator than a ghostly fright. It didn't help, however, that he kept having
to throw the hood off his face to be able to see where he was going. "After
all, the children love it -- Duo's stuffed full of chocolate -- we've
made some new friends in the block. There's a sense of community celebration…"
"Heero should be here with us," muttered Duo. "Could take his share of
"And the chocolate," hissed Quatre, maliciously. Duo clutched his small
pile of remaining wrappers to his chest, rather possessively.
"I didn't think any of us had to work on Halloween," agreed Wufei. "I
don't know what called him away at the last minute."
"He said he just didn't have the time --" began Trowa.
"Didn't have the balls, more like!" snapped Duo.
The three other men exchanged looks, over Duo's bent head. Wufei rolled
his eyes; Quatre sighed. Duo and Heero had a very tempestuous relationship;
this was obviously one of the down times. Their friends had abandoned
any chance of keeping up, either way.
"Just one more circuit then, everyone," cajoled Trowa, climbing to his
feet and adjusting the gaping, toothless mouth-hole back over his own
face. "Then we'll go back to mine and watch ‘Scream 27' again."
"Plasma screen!" murmured Wufei, with gleeful anticipation.
"With popcorn?" said the goblin at his side, hopefully.
"Sure. And chocolate," promised Trowa, with a grin. But the red-horned
devil's tail remained at half-mast.
The previous five doors hadn't answered -- some people were obviously
out, though there were a few children sniggering behind doors, who'd obviously
been told they couldn't answer tonight.
Trowa lifted his hand to knock at the next. He looked decidedly weary
of the whole thing, by now.
"Number 111," mused Quatre, brushing at the curling edges of a stick-on
"Forget it," came Duo's snap of a voice. "That's Heero's apartment, remember?
And he's out, too busy, whatever, remember?"
But Trowa had already rapped on the door, although his cry of ‘Trick or
Treat!' had been bitten off early, at Duo's call. In the silence following
the sharp knocking, they heard a step in the hallway inside the apartment;
they all paused, suddenly confused. There was a click of the latch, loud
in the quiet corridor. The door started to open -- slowly; with a soft,
Trowa cleared his throat; there was a soft exhalation of breath from Duo
behind him. There were no lights on in the apartment beyond the doorway
-- the person appearing in front of them was dark and unclear. Then the
head thrust forward to face them.
It was horrific -- it was truly gruesome! The eyes were wide and dark-pupilled,
and one was twisted clumsily within the pock-marked skin, lodging at least
an inch below the other. One eyelid was missing entirely. The long, bulbous
nose was sharp at the tip, with the suspicion of fresh snot glistening
around the entrance to the nostrils. The mouth was thin, with shriveled
lips, and a ragged scar across the lower one, that ran down to a chin
that seemed to be missing a square of flesh, because there was the shadow
of a purple, throbbing vein running across the gap, and underneath that,
the pale, scrubbed hint of naked skull -
The head lifted up; it faced the callers directly, with its unwavering,
hideously fascinating gaze.
As the four men in the corridor stared, and swallowed, the head moved
-- and one of the eyes dropped completely out of its socket, bouncing
down and dangling on the thinnest thread of gleaming tendon.
Quatre swears to this day that he gasped -- but the others will tell him
he shrieked. Wufei stepped back a pace; even Trowa let a curse slip. The
bag of collected Treats fell to the floor with a thud; he shifted his
sheet a little more securely on to his shoulders, in an instinctively
"Trick -- or Treat -?" His could hear his voice, but it sounded like a
shiver rather than a demand. He didn't like to cough, to clear his throat
again -- he had a wild, horrible fear that any loud noise might cause
the other eye to pop from its moorings, as well.
Wufei gathered his wits first, leaning forward to peer at the person in
the doorway. The body under the head stayed shadowed behind the half-opened
door. "Hey, you, just a minute -!"
Duo pushed past them all, rudely. His tail slapped briefly at Quatre's
ankles, raising another welt on the bite, and eliciting Quatre's shout
of complaint. He stood aggressively, hands on red-clothed hips, a mere
foot in front of the door.
"Personally, kids, I'm losing the will to live here! Hey, you with the
cosmetically challenged face -- got any chocolate?"
Trowa's face blanched; Quatre whimpered slightly, and not just from the
pain in his ankle.
The hideous visage turned slowly to meet Duo's glare, full on; the pitted
flesh around the mouth shifted slightly, as if in some mockery of a smile.
A couple of the yellowing teeth wobbled ominously. "Chocolate?" came the
low reply. The voice was muffled, and hoarse, as if its vocal chords were
as gruesomely scarred as its outer membrane. Trowa strained to make out
the words, thinking he could hear something familiar in the cadence --
perhaps even a hint of amusement. "There's plenty here, for pesky, meddling
kids like you! So come and find it, if you dare!"
A hand snapped out from behind the door, and grabbed at the forked end
of Duo's tail. With a sharp tug, the young man was tipped forward over
the doorway, and into the apartment.
"Duo!" cried Quatre, his hands meeting around thin air, as he tried in
vain to catch at his friend.
"But - that's a mask!" came Wufei's loud, strident cry. "Isn't it? Who
Then the door slammed firmly shut in their faces.
The three remaining guys stared at each other.
"Do we need to -- er -- rescue him?" asked Trowa.
They listened to the sound behind the closed door. It didn't sound like
the crunching of Duo's bones in the maw of a ravening monster; nor the
shriek of abused flesh, as limbs were wrenched from their sockets and
thrown to the floor.
It sounded like muffled laughter.
Then a sucking, gasping sound -- then more laughter, and footsteps moving,
fairly swiftly, away into the apartment beyond.
Wufei took a deep breath, and started to rip off his individually crafted
vampire fingernails. He was muttering something about maverick Trick or
Treaters that cast serious aspersions on their ancestry.
Trowa looked over to the goblin beside him, seeing Quatre's pale face
in amongst the green beard and knobbly, prosthetic ears. "Do you feel
OK, Quat?" he asked, concerned.
"I didn't shriek!" snapped Quatre. "It was just a shock, OK? Of course
I knew it was a Trick!"
Trowa stared, trying to assimilate the answers to questions he hadn't
asked. His own heartbeat was only just starting to slow down again. He
didn't think they'd be bothering with numbers 113 onward. His plasma screen,
popcorn (salted and sweet), and an impressive selection of dead bolts
on his front door, were all looking increasingly more attractive.
Quatre stared back at him, and wondered if he might ask for them to watch
something less provocative, with no whisper of controversy or sheer, stark
terror -- like something from Disney.
When Trowa dropped back his hood for the last time, and picked up the
bag of Treats, obviously preparing to abandon the exercise for another
year, they all let out a sigh of relief.
Trowa and Quatre turned back towards their own floor -- Wufei started
off in the direction they'd just come.
"Where are you going?" called Trowa.
"After the night I've just had, I'm going back to number 61," Wufei replied.
"And don't wait up for me!"
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