Waiting for Death
I feel the life literally draining out of my body as I lie on the dirt. My dark blood leaks out of my body in countless places; many of my bones are twisted in odd, sickening angles. I should be sobbing, begging God for mercy.
But I am Heero Yuy. I feel no pain and I do not fear death.
My entire left side has gone numb, as I lie hear, helpless and unafraid in the midst of a battle. Wing lays a long stretch away from me, and for reasons I cannot begin to explain I was somehow thrown from my cockpit.
The excruciatingly loud explosions from the destroyed mobile suits are deafening, causing my eardrums to pound with literal phsyical pain. That pain, of course, is minimal.
Golden sunlight, which burst out from behind a dull cloud, invades my vision, painfully sharpening my senses. Although my left side is numb, I can see it twitch out of my periphiral vision.
Wing, even though it is far away, still remains in tact, its cockpit door open. I can hear transmissions being freely spread, curses and regrets of those that are about to die. I hear the mad cackles of those willing to die. And I feel no compassion for those wanting to die. I never feel compassion.
My vision is becoming murky. It is beginning to become hard to breath. My eyelids droop heavily, pining for a slumber that I know from which I will never awaken.
So I close my eyes. I close my eyes and wait for death to take me.
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Ehh.. so, Gundam Wing copyright Bandai, Sotsu, and Sunrise.... Don't hurt me for this... I know it's a bit confusing, but I just finished reading some really angsty fics and I decided to write one, as well.. R/R, please!
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Peach! ~Auto-chan