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The Back From the Dead Affair (MFU)
Nov. 9th, 2013 08:25 pmTitle: The Back From the Dead Affair
Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Note: A Halloween gift for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
threecee based on the photo she posted for the 2013 Halloween Challenge on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mfu_scrapbook.
The men worked as fast as they could. Not just because they were in a graveyard, but because they were cold. They weren’t used to the cold. It made what they were doing seem even more of a sacrilege, as if even nature was turning against them. Yet still they dug, until the sound of metal hitting stone told them that they had reached their objective.
They redoubled their efforts. First to appear was the plain, stone cover. Hurriedly buried, the coffin had been chosen more for function than appearance. And only a casket of heavy stone had been thought capable of holding in the evil. The men stopped only long enough to give the sign of the cross, before going back to their digging.
It seemed to take forever, but finally the coffin was exposed. There were enough of them that, between them all, they managed to haul it out of the ground. Shivering, they lay their shovel aside and stared at the sarcophagus as it sat on the carpet of white, daring them to continue.
“Let’s get this over with,” their leader growled. He grabbed his shovel and with one blow broke the lid into pieces. He used the head of the shovel to push aside the chucks of stone.
The men shuffled forward and stared into the coffin. It had been a big man who had been buried here, but the burlap-wrapped body inside had shrunk during its time underground. Eyes wide, they stared at one another and then at their leader. The man’s hands were clenched into fists as if even he lacked the courage to take this final step.
Yet, that was exactly what they had been paid to do. Swallowing his fear, the leader grabbed one end of the corpse. He nodded at one of the men. “You, grab the other end.”
Together they lifted the body out of its casket. With the other men as a macabre honor guard, they carried it away.
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Fandom: The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Napoleon Solo/Illya Kuryakin
Note: A Halloween gift for
threecee based on the photo she posted for the 2013 Halloween Challenge on mfu_scrapbook.The men worked as fast as they could. Not just because they were in a graveyard, but because they were cold. They weren’t used to the cold. It made what they were doing seem even more of a sacrilege, as if even nature was turning against them. Yet still they dug, until the sound of metal hitting stone told them that they had reached their objective.
They redoubled their efforts. First to appear was the plain, stone cover. Hurriedly buried, the coffin had been chosen more for function than appearance. And only a casket of heavy stone had been thought capable of holding in the evil. The men stopped only long enough to give the sign of the cross, before going back to their digging.
It seemed to take forever, but finally the coffin was exposed. There were enough of them that, between them all, they managed to haul it out of the ground. Shivering, they lay their shovel aside and stared at the sarcophagus as it sat on the carpet of white, daring them to continue.
“Let’s get this over with,” their leader growled. He grabbed his shovel and with one blow broke the lid into pieces. He used the head of the shovel to push aside the chucks of stone.
The men shuffled forward and stared into the coffin. It had been a big man who had been buried here, but the burlap-wrapped body inside had shrunk during its time underground. Eyes wide, they stared at one another and then at their leader. The man’s hands were clenched into fists as if even he lacked the courage to take this final step.
Yet, that was exactly what they had been paid to do. Swallowing his fear, the leader grabbed one end of the corpse. He nodded at one of the men. “You, grab the other end.”
Together they lifted the body out of its casket. With the other men as a macabre honor guard, they carried it away.
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