"The Teddy Bear"
by A.E. Alexander
Gundam Wing is copyright some well off person in Japan.
Originally written in August of 2000.
I transfered this short over from another pen name of mine, so if you recognize it please don't attempt to stone me. It fit in better here.
The candle gave off an eerie light, breaking the silent darkness of the ally. A young boy with tear stained wan cheeks, and confused soulful blue eyes sat against a wall. Long, slender fingers trembled, grasping the cold metal in his hand. A red river slowly encircled his foot. The smell of dead flesh invaded his senses, making him quiver in remembering all that had been. He blinked, shaking his head. Nothing there. No red river of intruding blood. No mind numbing scene awaiting his eyes; only the reality of the dank and dingy world around him, with one small difference to the eyes and a large difference to his mind.
A small, dirty brown figure with a missing black eye, and white fluff strewn about lay on the rain soaked ground. A single hole penetrated its matted fur, the remaining beady eye glaring at the boy from within his own soul. The gun falls from his hand with a dreaded echoing "clack". His shoulders quake with sobs as ice cold rain falls on messy brown hair. He never wants to touch death again. Useless dream; useless like his worn green tank top that would never survive the approaching winter. He wanted to go home. But where was home? Hell, he didn't know if his parents were truly dead. Mummy. . . the name he couldn't remember saying. Can't say it now. He cradled the soft material with the sad eye. Couldn't say it ever. His teddy bear was dead, and the candle just went out.