Sitting on the dusty ground and leaning against the hard rock wall of a
cliff, Heero gazed across the flat, gray horizon. It looked as though the
vicious storm would arrive in a few hours, but he would miss it. A chill
breeze swept past, though it remained unobserved.
Heero looked at the horizon once again, then glanced down at the cold gun in his hand. Was this really what he wanted to do? Surely it was. And this was the only way. There was nothing left for him here; he was not needed. As far as he was concerned, his mission was over.
Jerking his head to the right at the sound of a motor, his eyes rested upon a familiar car in the distance. Oh well. That would be of no consequence - he would be long gone before they arrived.
Heero folded his arms and resumed his train of though. Ironic, wasn't it? Of all people, the last person the perfect soldier would kill would be himself. Ironic, yet fitting. And this time it would be real. There was no going back, no escape. Not ever.
Escape.that was what he needed to do. Had to do. And it must be done now. Someone was coming for him; he could see them clearly now. They were drawing closer by the second. Hidden in they shadows, he was not visible, but would be soon. There was no choice, no reason for further pursuing the matter. He had a single mission left, and this was it. This was the end; goodbye.
Rising gradually, he lifted the gun to his head with care. Half-closing his eyes, Heero felt for the trigger, and opened his eyes once again. Opened his eyes for the last time. His new mission must be completed.
He pulled the trigger. As he died, he had only one thought. ". . .This is goodbye."
Heero looked at the horizon once again, then glanced down at the cold gun in his hand. Was this really what he wanted to do? Surely it was. And this was the only way. There was nothing left for him here; he was not needed. As far as he was concerned, his mission was over.
Jerking his head to the right at the sound of a motor, his eyes rested upon a familiar car in the distance. Oh well. That would be of no consequence - he would be long gone before they arrived.
Heero folded his arms and resumed his train of though. Ironic, wasn't it? Of all people, the last person the perfect soldier would kill would be himself. Ironic, yet fitting. And this time it would be real. There was no going back, no escape. Not ever.
Escape.that was what he needed to do. Had to do. And it must be done now. Someone was coming for him; he could see them clearly now. They were drawing closer by the second. Hidden in they shadows, he was not visible, but would be soon. There was no choice, no reason for further pursuing the matter. He had a single mission left, and this was it. This was the end; goodbye.
Rising gradually, he lifted the gun to his head with care. Half-closing his eyes, Heero felt for the trigger, and opened his eyes once again. Opened his eyes for the last time. His new mission must be completed.
He pulled the trigger. As he died, he had only one thought. ". . .This is goodbye."