I don't own Gundam Wing, blah blah. . Ya know what I mean.
This is my first fic so here goes. . .
He held the gun in his left hand and stared at it, flat and heavy against his palm. Then he closed his fist around it, licked his lips, and swallowed.
The girl was sitting in a low arm chair. She was staring at the boy, never taking her eyes from his, but she didn't seem afraid.
"Why don't you sit down?" she asked, motioning to another chair across and slightly to the left of her. She noticed the way he was looking at her, but just smiled. He was holding that gun. Not pointing it at her and still...
She knew why he was here. He had told her so. He was trying to scare her, but he could not. She had been ready for this.
She knew how much he loved her. He had never shown it, and she knew he never would have. That was the way he was, and he was looking at her like her like she was the embodiment of everything he had fought against for so long.
He jerked his left forward, flipped the gun, and aimed it at her head, his hand steady, his eyes unchanged.
" Fine then, we'll just get it over with," she said the smile disapearing from her face as she rose from her chair, took a few steps and stood directly in front of him."Go on," she said.
The boy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched her.What was that expression on her face? What was she thinking? He thought that on the inside she must be smirking at him, sneering at him. Thinking that he couldn't possibly do it. After all he'd threatened her before. He'd been right all along; he couldn't trust anyone. Not even her. He held the gun out closer to her. Almost touching her face. For a second he thought he might change his mind, looking into her eyes.
But then her eyes faltered. Only for a moment. He took the opportunity to squeeze the trigger, squeeze it tight, his lips pulling back in a grimace as he watched the shock register in her eyes, and then--she was falling, falling backward, and suddenly there was blood. Just a trickle at first, then it flowed and she was lying in it, her eyes open. He had shot many people for many reasons, and their faces had always shown fear or suprise. But not hers. Her eyes simply opened slightly then rolled back in her head, the rest of her face the same.
Her hair, her beautiful hair, was getting bloody and matted, it was so pretty. He had always liked her hair.
Now he had to leave, get back to his Gundam and back to his mission. That was his plan, but the sight of her open eyes and her bloody hair seemed to make him freeze.
"What have I done," he said. He could only clutch the gun and stare at her.
Yeah I know its dark, but its not exactually original. I read this in a book having nothing to do with Gundam Wing and rewrote to fit. I'm really not this morbid.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!
This is my first fic so here goes. . .
He held the gun in his left hand and stared at it, flat and heavy against his palm. Then he closed his fist around it, licked his lips, and swallowed.
The girl was sitting in a low arm chair. She was staring at the boy, never taking her eyes from his, but she didn't seem afraid.
"Why don't you sit down?" she asked, motioning to another chair across and slightly to the left of her. She noticed the way he was looking at her, but just smiled. He was holding that gun. Not pointing it at her and still...
She knew why he was here. He had told her so. He was trying to scare her, but he could not. She had been ready for this.
She knew how much he loved her. He had never shown it, and she knew he never would have. That was the way he was, and he was looking at her like her like she was the embodiment of everything he had fought against for so long.
He jerked his left forward, flipped the gun, and aimed it at her head, his hand steady, his eyes unchanged.
" Fine then, we'll just get it over with," she said the smile disapearing from her face as she rose from her chair, took a few steps and stood directly in front of him."Go on," she said.
The boy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched her.What was that expression on her face? What was she thinking? He thought that on the inside she must be smirking at him, sneering at him. Thinking that he couldn't possibly do it. After all he'd threatened her before. He'd been right all along; he couldn't trust anyone. Not even her. He held the gun out closer to her. Almost touching her face. For a second he thought he might change his mind, looking into her eyes.
But then her eyes faltered. Only for a moment. He took the opportunity to squeeze the trigger, squeeze it tight, his lips pulling back in a grimace as he watched the shock register in her eyes, and then--she was falling, falling backward, and suddenly there was blood. Just a trickle at first, then it flowed and she was lying in it, her eyes open. He had shot many people for many reasons, and their faces had always shown fear or suprise. But not hers. Her eyes simply opened slightly then rolled back in her head, the rest of her face the same.
Her hair, her beautiful hair, was getting bloody and matted, it was so pretty. He had always liked her hair.
Now he had to leave, get back to his Gundam and back to his mission. That was his plan, but the sight of her open eyes and her bloody hair seemed to make him freeze.
"What have I done," he said. He could only clutch the gun and stare at her.
Yeah I know its dark, but its not exactually original. I read this in a book having nothing to do with Gundam Wing and rewrote to fit. I'm really not this morbid.
REVIEW PLEASE!!!