The End of the War
Narrated
by Heero Yuy
I fly up above the crowds of suits, bruised and
beaten. My suit damaged, from a fight of no significance. A fight between
allies, comrades, friends. A fight not to happen again.
I take aim with my rifle. A deadly weapon it is.
There is only one more thing I can do to help humanity. Just one final
blow.
And oh, as I raise this weapon of mass murder, I
remember what all even the slightest blow can do. What lives it may
cost.
Wearily, yet involuntarily, I remember. I remember
the little girl from the colony. Her life long gone and forgotten, except for
this tortured soul. How her small dog and her had changed the way I thought.
Forever.
Right as I had pushed that button, I knew that
something would happen. And as that one small Leo, catapulted from an explosion,
flew towards that building, I knew not how to stop it. And my only friend, the
only one who cared, died without reason.
I carried the body of her puppy to bury it. Tears
did not fall, but my heart wept. Sorrow bottled up inside, tarnishing my spirit,
my conscious.
I remembered the doctor and his training. The cruel
task of being unsentimental and heartless and cold. The training grew harder,
until I just gave in, and became who I used to be. The name Heero Yuy is a
fraud. A fake. A lie to myself and others, given to me by he who persecuted me
for my kindness.
All this, in the split second it took to gain
energy. All this is the time it took to gather strength to kill. One last blow,
I tell myself. One last blow. Then it will be all over.
As I push the trigger, I flinch, just enough to
keep from killing the girl who has attempted to kill me and my friends. Just the
slightest error, though purposely made, to save the lives of my
enemies.
And as I fall to the Earth, barren and cold like my
own self, I remember.
Into the room I come swiftly, to finish the job. I
see the young girl, wounded and innocent. The one named Marie-Maiya, brought
into this war because she had no other choice to be what she could have been.
Just like myself.
I pull the trigger to finish her misery. Though no
bullet left the barrel, I felt she had died all the same. Just like that little
girl and her puppy, at my hands.
"I don't need to kill anymore." I mumbled with the
last of my strength as I fell. A voice called my name as hands caught me and
held me close.
And with my last bit of consciousness, before
surrendering to the darkness, I
remembered.
