Author: P-chan
Story: A Fate Worse Than Death
Rating: R For intense depiction of very bad weather… (J/k, but check out the back of 'Twister' sometime…that's what it says.)
Warnings: AU!!!! Eventual 2x5 maybe 3x4 (can't decide.) (In other words Yaoi) Over
use of Foreshadowing. Other then that ENJOY!
A/N: Can you believe it's been 4 years since I started writing this? Well, maybe you can't but I sure as heck-fire can! Especially after reading my own grammar…uugh Kill me now. But I have moved on and matured...shifty eyes cough really…I have… Anyway after a lovely letter about this fic (received some three odd years after the last update!) I decided to look at it and see if it was really as dead as I was letting myself believe. And guess what, it was! But, after some serious TLC I've decided I can continue! So…here it is…I'm starting from scratch...ish. I wanted to re-establish whatever semblance of a fan base I had before. And I need some extra time to edit. My self of 4 years ago and I write…very differently. So, in hopes of maintaining some form of continuity, I'm fixing up the chapters one at a time, and believe me…it's taking awhile. Especially considering that my current average ch. Length is 3,000 words and in this story I was lucky if a chapter hit 1,000. So um…sorry for the long AN, but I thought it needed to be stated. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!
PS. I have a new account, that's why you don't see any recent stories in my author look-up, just thought I'd share. -
A Fate Worse Than Death
By P-chan-TheLostGirl
Prologue: Well…that's different…
"YATTA!!!!!" Duo yelled triumphantly as he slashed down the last of the mobile
dolls. The mission had been simple, destroy OZ's South Africa base. Performing the
actual mission had not been nearly as simple. Duo had left his Gundam in the forest,
quickly sneaking into the base to plant some explosives that would go off when Heero
hit the detonator. There was only one problem, sneaking in had been entirely too easy.
Guards had been either been distracted or simply missing at some of the most important entrances in the building. Now some people would have believed it to be just a coincidence, luck, God's grace. Duo was not some people; Duo was a trained Gundam pilot.
Duo exited the building with much more caution than he normally would have; the damn mission had him all paranoid. He moved through the shadows all the way to his Gundam, taking extra caution to insure that no one followed him. Despite his precautions as soon as he lifted Death Scythe off the ground he was surrounded by both Mobile Dolls and
Mobile Suites. They started firing immediately, almost catching Duo off guard… almost. He had quickly finished off the MS, their pilots being inexperienced enough that they tagged close enough to the MD's that they got hit by blasts that were intended to destroy the MD's. Duo had then proceeded to destroy the few Mobile Doll's that were still in flight, crying out in victory all the while. Duo brought down Death Scythe all the while thinking how even that had almost been too easy, again almost. He doubted that OZ would waist valuable fighters just to pull off some elaborate trap.
Duo hopped out of Death Scythe to assess the damage done to it. He had only
received a few hits, from the MD's, and those seemed minor, but you could never really tell
until you looked the whole Gundam over. Duo quickly plugged his laptop into Death
Scythe and ran a virus scan; you never knew when OZ was going to develop some new
weapon that could give the Gundam's Mainframe a virus. As Duo was running a scan on
the defensive armor of Death Scythe he felt an arm rap around his neck cutting off his
air supply.
"Great," Duo thought, "Just great. Leave it to OZ to think of a ground assault."
Duo slowly lifted his hands into the air to show that he possessed no weapons. The grip around his neck slowly loosened, enough so that he could breathe again at least. The grip then left his neck altogether as his hands were pulled forcibly behind his back and tied so tightly that he started to worry about his blood circulation. His braid was then stuffed in his
mouth the end of the braid tied to the base of the braid to keep it secure.
As this happened one thousand and one confused thoughts raced through Duo's mind. Why didn't the man just kill him? Didn't OZ want the pilots dead? His braid was going to be so gross when they took it out of his mouth. Would his hands eventually fall off like lambs tails?1 All this raced through his mind a second before his brain could function well enough to
realize what it all meant. Oz wanted information, and that meant torture.
The last thought that went through his head before the OZ officer sent him into unconsciousness was "Oh shit."
TBC? Yeah…I think it will be actually!
In parentheses would be the words of my younger self back to haunt me. Why are they still there? It seemed wrong to get rid of the words that I seemed to think needed to be expressed 4 years ago. God That's a long time Expect the next chapter, sparkling from the spring cleaning I'm giving it, sometime in the next week, though in all likelihood I'll just post it on Friday. Sorry the A/N is longer than the story. Lots of love to Des, that wasn't the first e-mail I got about my fic's but it was the first one that's made me do anything.
LOVE YOU ALL!
Nicole
Oh, yeah, review; I don't like getting less than 10 reviews a chapter! Yes, I am a review whore, work with it.
(Well how'd ya like it? I'd really like reviews in any shape or form. I'm prepared
for flames this time so if ya feel like flaming go right ahead. (It'll still hurt my feelings)
Hm. Well if you really want me to continue I only will if I get 10 positive reviews. So if
you really like it (yeah right) and want me to continue send your friends over to review
too! Well JA! P-chan)
PS Sorry, the A/N is longer than the story…almost
PPS! OMG! I'm going to need a beta again! It's been so long I almost forgot! I let my last beta go on to bigger and better things!
1Lambs are born with really long tails that they basically have no control over
and that just get in the way. Farmers use tight metal rings to cut off the blood circulation
to the tail until it falls off.