Hi every one! Well here it is my first fic ever, yea I know, it probably sucks, but since it's my first I don't care. This is only part one of the fic, so if it ends weird there's another part coming soon, the story is set in the year 1999 in NYC a couple of days before Christmas, well enough of my talking, on with the fic.
* Disclaimer: I do not own anypart of Gundam Wing, nor do I have any money, so please don't sue me cause I'm just a poor highschool kid, and you wouldn't get much.
GOD OF DEATH Part 1
by tweek
A young boy looking about the age of 15 strolled down a lamp lit street, dressed in all black he walked with an eerie grace, his violet eyes, creamy colored skin, and single yard length braid gathered from chestnut lockes were the only things that set him apart from the shadows. People bustled past either side of him on the side walk, most of them with both arms full of packages. The brightly colored wrapping on the packages were just evidence that Christmas was rappidly aproaching. The streets of New York City are always crowded the boy thought, dodging pedestriens. Even in the winter when it's minus 12 degrees out.....well I guess that just meens more work for me the boy thought grimly. The youth made a left onto 4th street and stopped in front of a resturant with a huge sign that read "La Bella" in big gold letters. "Well, this is the place" he said to him self. The boy walked into the resturaunt quietly , the matradee not taking any notice of the young man . The boy with the braid stood quietly in the corner of the resturant, obscured by the shadows and waited. "Oh no! Bob!" a woman's cries could be heard from the back of the resturant. Her husband was clutching his chest in pain and gasping for air. "Someone help please! he's having a heartattack!" The man was now on the floor still clutching his chest. The boy walked past the crying woman and the stareing patrons of the resturaunt quietly, no one could see him, right now he was invisible to all those who held mortal souls. The boy kneeled next to the man on the floor and place his hand over the man's heart. The man gave one last jurk and then stopped moving and laid still, his eyes were open but they had an emptiness behind them. His end had come, and his soul was released, the boy stood up and walked away quietly, the sobs of the man's wife echoing in his ears. He felt a small amount of pity for her, but the feeling quickly passed. Releasing the soul was his job, he shouldn't feel pity for anyone. He was back on the side walk again, this time heading towards Rockafeller Center. When the snow began to fall he pulled his jacket closer around him to keep out the cold. He sighed as he felt another soul that needed help departing a human body. This was going to be a long night for Duo, the god of death.
Well that's it, please read and reveiw, thanks for reading. Part 2 is coming soon
* Disclaimer: I do not own anypart of Gundam Wing, nor do I have any money, so please don't sue me cause I'm just a poor highschool kid, and you wouldn't get much.
GOD OF DEATH Part 1
by tweek
A young boy looking about the age of 15 strolled down a lamp lit street, dressed in all black he walked with an eerie grace, his violet eyes, creamy colored skin, and single yard length braid gathered from chestnut lockes were the only things that set him apart from the shadows. People bustled past either side of him on the side walk, most of them with both arms full of packages. The brightly colored wrapping on the packages were just evidence that Christmas was rappidly aproaching. The streets of New York City are always crowded the boy thought, dodging pedestriens. Even in the winter when it's minus 12 degrees out.....well I guess that just meens more work for me the boy thought grimly. The youth made a left onto 4th street and stopped in front of a resturant with a huge sign that read "La Bella" in big gold letters. "Well, this is the place" he said to him self. The boy walked into the resturaunt quietly , the matradee not taking any notice of the young man . The boy with the braid stood quietly in the corner of the resturant, obscured by the shadows and waited. "Oh no! Bob!" a woman's cries could be heard from the back of the resturant. Her husband was clutching his chest in pain and gasping for air. "Someone help please! he's having a heartattack!" The man was now on the floor still clutching his chest. The boy walked past the crying woman and the stareing patrons of the resturaunt quietly, no one could see him, right now he was invisible to all those who held mortal souls. The boy kneeled next to the man on the floor and place his hand over the man's heart. The man gave one last jurk and then stopped moving and laid still, his eyes were open but they had an emptiness behind them. His end had come, and his soul was released, the boy stood up and walked away quietly, the sobs of the man's wife echoing in his ears. He felt a small amount of pity for her, but the feeling quickly passed. Releasing the soul was his job, he shouldn't feel pity for anyone. He was back on the side walk again, this time heading towards Rockafeller Center. When the snow began to fall he pulled his jacket closer around him to keep out the cold. He sighed as he felt another soul that needed help departing a human body. This was going to be a long night for Duo, the god of death.
Well that's it, please read and reveiw, thanks for reading. Part 2 is coming soon