Hey lookie a new fanfiction by me! Gomen I've been so busy lately I haven't gotten around
to making many new fictions, well I'll fix that!.
Okay here it is this fiction might not be what it seems, yes I know it's a little strange
but if you read the other parts *coming soon* then it'll make sense.
I don't own Gundam wing, but I do own some of the characters in this story.. yes that's
right their MINE!!! Well I hope someone out there likes it, I don't usually make stores
like this one but hey it's a great idea ^_^ I'm rambling again, here's the fic.
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A Soldiers Reward
By: Hawking
Part 1
Each step he took echoed through out the empty ally, he was running for his life, I've
gotta keep going was all that ran through his mind
How many was it this time?, he had lost count, he was tired and wanted it all to just go
away, but there were of course only two ways for that to happen
The first was if he could find who is after him and get rid of them, all of them, or he
could die. he wasn't in for the second
After all he had done to help those people this is the thanks he gets, "Don't be so
supprized, after all what use does a peaceful and unified society have for a perfect
soldier?"
Those words kept echoing through his mind, even if the one who had said it was dead he was
right, after all such a solider could blemish their social standing.
If anyone knew that they had trained a perfect soldier to do what he did, killing innocent
people, evil people, they didn't care who got in the way, just as long as their solider
finished his job
And he did so perfectly well that they got what they wanted, a peaceful place and of course
power, that's what it always came down to after all.
And now that soldier was going to ruin them, so of course they did what they thought was
necessary, do what they do whenever something gets in their way.. destroy it
But unfortunately they made a perfect solider, and no one can seem to rid them of their
problem, all they have seemed to accomplish is pissing that solider off.
His pursuers finally caught up with him, he mearly turned around and shot each one, one
bullet was enough to kill one man
After that he quickly ran again this time heading to the place he now called home, when he
entered the apartment he threw off his bag and scanned the place for any intrudes... none
He went and retrieved his bag and sat on the small couch, he then pulled out some granola
bars from the bag and began to eat them.
Being on the run caused him to eat some strange things, as he was eating he noticed that
picture sitting on the little table in front of the couch
That picture, he picked it up and looked at it closer, he looked at it every day to remind
him what he was doing wasn't just for him.
It was the only picture he had of his old friends, Wufei stood with his arms crossed and
smiling slightly,
Duo was giving Wufei bunny ears, though Wufei didn't notice until they picture was developed
Quatre was smiling brightly like the sun up in the sky, nudging Trowa who even looked like
he was smiling just a bit
And then the was himself standing next to Duo, he remembered what happened to his good
friends though,
Last he'd heard Duo was married and owned a repair shop with his wife, Wufei had settled
down too, he opened a Dojo somewhere.
Trowa was a rising star is the circus, unfortunately it was blown up over a year ago, they
said it was a terrorist attack and that the ones responsible for it were apprehended
But really as he found out Trowa was scaring them, and so they did what they always do,
destroy the problem. soon after that Quatre had dissapered, no one not even they knew where
he had gone.
He had thought enough about them for now, he needed sleep and it didn't come when thoughts
of his friends lingered in his mind, soon he had gotten the much missed sleep he needed.
He had gotten up early, today he needed to find a new place to live they were getting to
close, he ended up riding on a subway train.
He kept a close eye all around himself, they were always close behind and when they strike
he had to be ready
But then he heard something that almost made him jump out of his seat, he heard that name,
one long forgotten, but then he registered who said it and what else they had said
It was a little boy talking about his new doll, one from a popular cartoon show, the boy
had said "Yeah.. he's my Hero" it sounded too close
He begun to relax a little, the subway had just picked up a few new passengers, not many
though for he would never have come while it was crowded
At one stop he noticed a very strange looking boy get on, the boy took a seat close to him,
the boy kept staring at him.
He noticed a very familiar look in the boys eyes, almost as though he was missing something,
something that all the other passengers had in theirs.
It didn't take long for him to remember where he had seen eyes like that, every time he saw
himself when he was in mission mode... but this was just a little kid right?
Don't be stupid... remember how old you were you fool... but they wouldn't repeat a mistake
would they?
He thought when suddenly the boy moved back and quickly whipped out a gun and fired with
freighting speed.
He felt the bullet enter his chest and could feel the blood beginning to pour out, he
bolted for the child with the strange eyes and missed hitting him Damn!! even without
this would I be able to fight him??.. there's no doubt about it he's one of theirs alright
To be continued
to making many new fictions, well I'll fix that!.
Okay here it is this fiction might not be what it seems, yes I know it's a little strange
but if you read the other parts *coming soon* then it'll make sense.
I don't own Gundam wing, but I do own some of the characters in this story.. yes that's
right their MINE!!! Well I hope someone out there likes it, I don't usually make stores
like this one but hey it's a great idea ^_^ I'm rambling again, here's the fic.
*****************************************************************************
A Soldiers Reward
By: Hawking
Part 1
Each step he took echoed through out the empty ally, he was running for his life, I've
gotta keep going was all that ran through his mind
How many was it this time?, he had lost count, he was tired and wanted it all to just go
away, but there were of course only two ways for that to happen
The first was if he could find who is after him and get rid of them, all of them, or he
could die. he wasn't in for the second
After all he had done to help those people this is the thanks he gets, "Don't be so
supprized, after all what use does a peaceful and unified society have for a perfect
soldier?"
Those words kept echoing through his mind, even if the one who had said it was dead he was
right, after all such a solider could blemish their social standing.
If anyone knew that they had trained a perfect soldier to do what he did, killing innocent
people, evil people, they didn't care who got in the way, just as long as their solider
finished his job
And he did so perfectly well that they got what they wanted, a peaceful place and of course
power, that's what it always came down to after all.
And now that soldier was going to ruin them, so of course they did what they thought was
necessary, do what they do whenever something gets in their way.. destroy it
But unfortunately they made a perfect solider, and no one can seem to rid them of their
problem, all they have seemed to accomplish is pissing that solider off.
His pursuers finally caught up with him, he mearly turned around and shot each one, one
bullet was enough to kill one man
After that he quickly ran again this time heading to the place he now called home, when he
entered the apartment he threw off his bag and scanned the place for any intrudes... none
He went and retrieved his bag and sat on the small couch, he then pulled out some granola
bars from the bag and began to eat them.
Being on the run caused him to eat some strange things, as he was eating he noticed that
picture sitting on the little table in front of the couch
That picture, he picked it up and looked at it closer, he looked at it every day to remind
him what he was doing wasn't just for him.
It was the only picture he had of his old friends, Wufei stood with his arms crossed and
smiling slightly,
Duo was giving Wufei bunny ears, though Wufei didn't notice until they picture was developed
Quatre was smiling brightly like the sun up in the sky, nudging Trowa who even looked like
he was smiling just a bit
And then the was himself standing next to Duo, he remembered what happened to his good
friends though,
Last he'd heard Duo was married and owned a repair shop with his wife, Wufei had settled
down too, he opened a Dojo somewhere.
Trowa was a rising star is the circus, unfortunately it was blown up over a year ago, they
said it was a terrorist attack and that the ones responsible for it were apprehended
But really as he found out Trowa was scaring them, and so they did what they always do,
destroy the problem. soon after that Quatre had dissapered, no one not even they knew where
he had gone.
He had thought enough about them for now, he needed sleep and it didn't come when thoughts
of his friends lingered in his mind, soon he had gotten the much missed sleep he needed.
He had gotten up early, today he needed to find a new place to live they were getting to
close, he ended up riding on a subway train.
He kept a close eye all around himself, they were always close behind and when they strike
he had to be ready
But then he heard something that almost made him jump out of his seat, he heard that name,
one long forgotten, but then he registered who said it and what else they had said
It was a little boy talking about his new doll, one from a popular cartoon show, the boy
had said "Yeah.. he's my Hero" it sounded too close
He begun to relax a little, the subway had just picked up a few new passengers, not many
though for he would never have come while it was crowded
At one stop he noticed a very strange looking boy get on, the boy took a seat close to him,
the boy kept staring at him.
He noticed a very familiar look in the boys eyes, almost as though he was missing something,
something that all the other passengers had in theirs.
It didn't take long for him to remember where he had seen eyes like that, every time he saw
himself when he was in mission mode... but this was just a little kid right?
Don't be stupid... remember how old you were you fool... but they wouldn't repeat a mistake
would they?
He thought when suddenly the boy moved back and quickly whipped out a gun and fired with
freighting speed.
He felt the bullet enter his chest and could feel the blood beginning to pour out, he
bolted for the child with the strange eyes and missed hitting him Damn!! even without
this would I be able to fight him??.. there's no doubt about it he's one of theirs alright
To be continued