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Caught By Moonlight: Chapter 13

McCree’s POV

The five of them split up as they neared the castle. It was unlike one McCree had ever seen, but so was this world. It was sterile and cold, with no signs of life. Of course, Jesse knew that the Manananggal made nests in dimensions but to have one here in the between world….

This world was dangerous, Jesse knew. It was a step between life and death, and if they died here, their souls would forever be trapped to live among an empty plains, unable to leave. Unable to move on.

Perhaps Jesse didn’t believe in God, but he believed in a better place after death. And this sure as hell was not it.

As Jesse and Hanzo neared, Jesse could see that the castle was actually in the middle of a massive canyon. Looking down, the two could only see so far down, the canyon growing darker and darker. From what they could see, there were many small bridges made from dirt and rock that reached between the castle and the outside walls of the cavern, all at different levels and sides of the structure.

After a moment, Hanzo pointed at one bridge that was perhaps fifty feet down, but not too far away. “There’s a door at the other end of that one,” he says after a moment. “Most of the others have holes. I assume that the Manananggal don’t use doors, so I would think the doors a bit safer.”

A slow grin lit Jesse’s face as he shoved down the unease growing in him. “Nice observation, Shimada. There’s only one bridge that’s level with us now and the others will have to use it. The bridges all look awfully small,” Jesse said, rubbing his chin in thought.

What neither of them said was how small they really were. There was at least sixty feet between the castle and the sides of the canyon, but the bridges were dangerously thin in the middle. Would they be able to hold them?

“Should I…?” Hanzo trailed off in question after a moment, turning his head slightly to look at Jesse. His eyes seemed to change, becoming bright blue and cat like.

Biting down on the toothpick between his teeth, Jesse knew that if Hanzo transformed now that surely everyone would learn of their presence, if they didn’t know already. This already felt like a trap: but Jesse couldn’t afford to lose this opportunity.

No, Jesse had been looking for Zenyatta for a long time. If McCree didn’t do this now, it might be his last chance to take the bastard down.

“Nah,” Jesse said after a moment, before reaching onto his belt. He’d taken some precautions and brought a long rope with him, which had been on his belt. “Thanks, darlin’, but its too risky. We’ll just have to scale the wall. It isn’t too far down.”

Hanzo didn’t seem particularly excited about the idea, Jesse took from his expression, but Jesse knew that he’d follow him no matter what. Now all there was to do was find something to tie it to..

“I’ll hold the rope and lower you down,” Hanzo said, taking the end of the rope and wrapped it around his arm and hand four times each. “I’ll make it down after without the rope.“

Jesse blinked in surprise, before raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, buttercup, but I‘m not exactly light,” he chuckled, though he wondered if his odd partner meant it.

A scowl that Jesse both knew and loved covered Hanzo’s face, but the demon walked closer. Dangerously close, their arms grazing as Hanzo slid the rope through the loops of Jesse’s belt and began to tie it.

Jesse didn’t know when he’d fallen for this strange man, but he sure as hell loved him. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, ‘buttercup’, but I’m not your average demon,” Hanzo said, surprising Jesse by the tenderness in his eyes. It always caught him by surprise though, when Hanzo showed even the barest feeling or vulnerability with him.

Before he could ask, Hanzo turned away and dug his feet into the ground a few feet from the edge. “Hurry. We don’t have any time to waste,” Hanzo says crisply, returning to the demon he knew so well.

Pausing, Jesse knew the man was right. “Fine. But if you drop me, I’ll friggin sing the whole damn mission. I know how you love Romeo and Juliet by Taylor Swift,” Jesse chuckled, and smirked at the vicious glare the demon gave him.

For a moment, he was almost scared.

Giving the rope one last tug to make sure it was strong, Jesse began to lower himself over the side of the cliff. He couldn’t help the nudge of panic as he looked down at the endless abyss below, but Hanzo had tied the rope securely and as promised, he didn’t so much as budge when taking on Jesse’s weight.

Jesse lowered himself carefully, the walls around him having little to no places for his footing. No where that would hold him…how Hanzo planned to get down, he didn’t know, but the demon always had a way.

It seemed like forever, but only a minute or so later Jesse’s foot felt something solid below him. Peeking down, it was most certainly the bridge. He let out a deep breath, and decided that heights…might not be his thing after all.

“I’m all good, darlin’,” he called up in a hushed voice, before turning to look at the bridge.

Not only was the middle thin, but the bridge itself was narrow. They’d have to go one at a time, Jesse thought and grimaced. If it broke on one of them, the two would be a goner…

The rope suddenly went slack around his waist and Jesse looked up…just in time to catch Hanzo in his arms with a loud grunt and a snarl, barely managing to keep his balance. Hanzo was shocking light, though the impact still sent a shock through his legs.

“What the hell was that?” he growled, but he was relieved that he’d at least caught the demon instead of a worse fate.

The demon didn’t even have the grace to look apologetic as he shrugged, neither of them speaking for a moment as Jesse kept him in his arms. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said finally, grimacing. He didn’t want to admit he’d slipped, nor did he like the fact that Jesse would likely compare him later to a damsel in distress.

He would have badgered Hanzo but the sound of wings flapping in the distance caused him to freeze. “Damn it…we need to get across now. Quickly…but it won’t hold us both,” he growled, putting Hanzo down on his feet.

The archer took a moment to study the bridge, considering the options. McCree kept glancing at the sky, knowing they only had minutes before more Manananggal arrived to fly to their nests.

“You go first, McCree. I’ll keep the rope tied to my arm-If you slip, I will not let you fall. I promise,” Hanzo said at last, looking at McCree with a serious expression.

The plan seemed correct, but Jesse broke the bridge on his way over….Hanzo would have no way over. “What if-” Jesse started.

“Now, McCree. We don’t have time,” Hanzo hissed, shoving his shoulder lightly and Jesse took a step away from the wall, away from the thickest part of the bridge.

Swallowing hard, Jesse was much too aware of the tapering bridge, of the fact that it would be all too easy to fall. Was there a bottom, he wondered? Was it so deep and dark that the rest of the Manananggal hid down there?

It was a struggle to focus on moving his feet forward, but somehow he managed as he pushed himself to continue across. Each step was careful, one foot in front of the other. He could feel Hanzo’s eyes on him, could tell that the demon was tense. Would this be a success?

As Jesse made it close to the middle, he felt the world waver in his mind. The bridge was so narrow now that he had to put one foot in front of another. It was like walking on a thicker tight rope, but one that might break any second. He heard the sound of tiny rocks falling off as he shuffled, his arms held out at his side.

“You are doing good, Jesse. Almost there,” Hanzo encouraged, his eyes scanning the skies and his mouth tightened as he saw the black specks in the distance. “But could you…hurry a bit more?”

“Yes, Hanzo. Just let me skip across!” Jesse said sarcastically. “Because this is so damn easy. Would you just-”

A cry cut him off and Jesse’s head whipped around. There was one, probably that had come from a hole above. It had spotted him on the bridge, its eyes glowing red with hunger and bloodlust. They were still as ugly as he remembered, too.

It dove toward him, moving faster then he had thought they could move. In that second, Jesse’s panic got the better of him and he immediately leapt forward, bounding across the bridge in long, rough steps. The worry of falling was still there, but so was the worry of his face being ripped off.

Just as he made it to a thicker part of the bridge, the Manananggal was upon him. Jesse saw the flash of its claws, saw the glimmer of blood and teeth, even as he ran desperately for the wall only a few feet ahead of him.

The rope tightened before going slack, and the impact of the creature never occurred. Jesse’s hand closed on the knob of the door, twisting and ripping the door open. The adrenaline was pounding through his blood, his heart racing a hundred miles per hour and he stepped in the dark, feeling temporarily safe.

Turning, Jesse was about to call back to Hanzo to hurry across, that he would cover him. Except Hanzo was standing where Jesse had been only two moments before, a dagger driven into the chest of the Manananggal. Claws had ripped into Hanzo’s shoulders and Hanzo’s other hand held an arrow that was buried deep into the eye of the creature.

Blood streamed down Hanzo’s muscles, and it seemed the two were almost frozen. And then the Manananggal’s body started to twitch and spasm, and Hanzo managed to push it off.

Jesse saw it fall away, fall back into the chasm and disappear into the darkness below. Immediately he lunged, even as he saw Hanzo sway, just managing to catch his arm and drag the demon into his arms.

Pulling back toward the door, he half carried Hanzo through and sat him against the wall, leaving the door open as he crouched beside him. “Hanzo! Hanzo, answer me, buttercup,” Jesse said, panicked as he tried to look at the wounds on his shoulders.

The gouges from the claws looked deep, but Jesse had a hard time seeing more with the lack of light. Little scared the cowboy, but the moment he’d turned and seen Hanzo like that…it spooked him pretty bad.

A hand took Jesse’s trembling one, and in the dim light he jaw Hanzo lift his head. “I’m fine, Jesse,” Hanzo said gently. “Don’t fret. Just give me a minute or two to heal.” Hanzo’s voice sounded so normal, like nothing had happened.

“But your wounds-” Jesse started.

“Jesse,” Hanzo cut him off. “I am fine. I promise. It will be healed within a few minutes, or mostly healed. It will take much for then some little Manananggal to kill me.”

The barest smile lifted Hanzo’s lips as he looked up at Jesse. “You sound so worried, cowboy,” Hanzo murmured, before pressing a soft kiss to Jesse’s hand briefly.

Taking a deep breath, Jesse managed to push down the terror he’d felt. Hanzo was okay...he hadn’t realized how he would react to such a thing. Hanzo almost never got injured: no one ever got close enough, his skills usually defying logic. And yet, without even a second thought Hanzo ran between Jesse and the Manananggal.

After a moment, Jesse’s face scrunched up and he scowled. “You’re damn stupid,” he mutters, getting up and turning his back on him. He didn’t like being weak in front of the demon, to show that something really did frighten him.

“A thank you would have sufficed,” Hanzo says, but after a second he’s pushing himself up onto his feet. “Lets get moving, shall we?”

It wasn’t safe to stay here, he knew. Light wasn’t an option either, Jesse knew, so he’d have to rely on Hanzo to guide him through the pitch black. Only the demon could see in the dark, and neither could afford running into anymore...unwanted company.

Taking one last look at the wounds, he saw that Hanzo was right. They were already beginning to close up, and at worst might leave a nasty scar. The Shimada’s are much more powerful then Jesse had originally thought, he pondered.

Using the rope, Jesse help on and let Hanzo begin to lead them. They needed no words- the two were so used to going on missions together that they often knew how these situations worked out before they were even in them.

Finally within the castle walls, the two began their journeys into the depths of the Manananggal nest, hopeful for their success.

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