100 words. Just a writing exercise I did for fun.
I don't own Gundam Wing.
Death Was...
...tired. His heart was bleeding. His head was pounding and his body was aching so he closed his eyes.
In the darkness were the people he'd taken away from all this. Citizens. Soldiers. Pacifists. Four boys he couldn't bring along yet. He was crying.
Space was crying with him. He wanted to protect these boys. He wanted to gather them safe into his arms. Out of suffering.
"Quatre." Death snapped his eyes open to look up at Duo. "Stay with us man. It's not your time yet, got that?"
"Yes." He belonged to time.
Again.
Far away.
Another stranger died.