Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
Warning: language, violence
Like a Movie
The slamming of a trailer set upon a big rig echoed out into the darkness of the night, that darkness only broken by the pale streetlights that lit up the vast parking lot. Running footsteps soon followed, a masked man climbing into the passenger side of the 18-wheeler, yelling at his partner to hit the gas as he slammed the door shut.
The enormous automobile shuddered as it began to pull away from the docking bay it had been parked up, making its way across the parking lot and onto the adjacent road that led away from the complex it had just left.
Watching the large building with a distinctive X on it drift further and further away, the man in the passenger seat crowed, "We did it!"
Behind his seat in the cramped sleeping quarters of the cab, several other masked men nosily agreed to his proclamation, each one careful not to accidentally pull the triggers on their semi-automatics. The concept of turning on the safety had clearly not entered their minds.
"Troy better be happy," the masked driver grouched from his seat. "Stealing all this crap from XAI? He's got balls, I'll give him that."
"As if XAI's gonna miss this," the man in the passenger seat snarked. "They got so much crap they probably wouldn't notice it's gone."
"But they'll notice the dead guards," a man from the back piped up.
"And your point?" the masked passenger retorted. "XAI has so many people working for them that they won't care about some dead guards. We're home free man!"
Another cheer erupted from the back and the masked passenger grinned goofily from his ski mask.
With the headlights on high, the truck sped along the highway, not in the least concerned about getting pulled over or even hunted down. It was smooth sailing from here on in.
At least it was until a slight figure up ahead was illuminated by the headlights, the figure standing in the middle of the road and looking right at them.
"What the fuck is this guy's problem?" the driver muttered, starting to slow down.
As they drew closer, the men could start making out features of the figure: the long blond hair, the dirtied clothing, the charred vest, and the figure's height.
"It's just some crazy," the passenger said aloud. "Run him over."
A chorus of "Yeahs" and one "Hell yeah" broke out from behind and the driver shrugged, taking his foot off the brake and pressing down on the accelerator.
Quickly, the distance between the figure and the truck was crossed and the passenger could hear one of his fellows whisper, "Man this is gonna be awesome!"
He couldn't have agreed more. The sound of their truck running this idiot over would be more than worth it. In no time at all, they were upon this blond moron and it was show time.
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The truck rammed into the blond figure but instead of running him over, the person stood complexly still, something that remained a given as the front of the truck warped out of shape and wrapped around him. Instantly, the truck that was moving at eighty-five miles an hour was grounded down to zero, the back wheels of the truck lifting off the ground momentarily before slamming back down onto the pavement.
A hiss of exhaust escaped the ruined engine but other than smoke, nothing happened. Then a creak escaped soon followed by the blond figure pulling himself out of the destroyed front, not even a scratch marring him.
Eyes that had been previously shut cracked open to reveal pure green eyes and the mouth slowly parted into a grin. Damn that had been fun! It was going to take a lot more than a mere 18-wheeler to take him down!
Actually managing to push the truck back a few feet, Solo, the subject of a highly illegal human experimentation program and blessed with invulnerability and other nice stuff, shrugged his shoulders, flexing the muscles and letting out a mouthful of air.
A door to the cab of the truck fell off its hinges, soon followed by a masked guy falling out and rolling on the pavement in a way that made a laugh escape the blond. As the man stumbled to his feet, he gave Solo this pissed off look that was accompanied by several other dirty looks and semi-automatics being aimed right at him.
How lame.
"Fucker!" a man roared and began firing at him, the other masked men unleashing bullets simultaneously.
What should have been a massacre was soon turned upside down on its head as the bullets struck the blond and ricocheted off him. It would be the cries of the masked men that would scream out into the night as they were mowed down by their own bullets. As the gunfire came to an abrupt halt, Solo sighed and put a hand up to his forehead.
"They never learn," he groused and looked to a side, raising an eyebrow as he saw two other masked men splayed out down the road. With the trail of blood leading towards the truck, Solo looked back at the vehicle and "hmmed" at the sight of the shattered windshield. Looks like those guys weren't wearing their seatbelts; served them right too.
A moment later found the blond at the back of the truck, prying open the doors of the trailer with ease, the locks snapping open beneath his might. Getting a good look at the contents within, the blond whistled, taking a particular note of the XAI logos all over the place. He didn't know what these guys wanted with all this junk but the one thing he was sure about was all this stuff had to go.
A few minutes later, Solo was taking his time as he walked away from the scene of the wreck, hands in his pockets and not in any hurry in particular. Stopping by one of the dead masked corpses, the blond looked down at the man's black, bulletproof vest and compared it to his own. Shrugging off the ruined piece of cloth, he pilfered the dead man's vest and put it on before resuming his slow and steady walk.
A few seconds later, the truck's trailer exploded into a ball of flames, tearing the vehicle apart and destroying not only the stuff inside of it but the rest of the truck as well.
Damn, now if only this could've been a movie…
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It was quiet out there. Whether or not it was a good thing, neither Dorothy nor Relena knew but both girls were determined to get out of their predicament right then and there. It may not have been the best timing since the sun had set long ago but the two blondes were just going to have to take that chance.
They descended the floors to the ground floor, getting a good look at the devastation that looters had done to it. Despite still being under construction, not even this place was immune from the chaos outside. However, they weren't going to go out the front but the back since both were sure that no one was going to be there, at least right now.
"Ready Relena?" Dorothy whispered to her friend, at the door and ready to push it open.
Relena gulped but nodded her head anyway. She had a bad feeling that they were not going to make it far but that could just be her fears getting in her way.
Hopefully…
Slowly, Dorothy opened the door but not pushing it too far, trying to prevent the hinges from squeaking or making any sound at all, failing utterly at them. Peeking out, Dorothy froze, straining her hearing and peering into the darkness without, searching for any potential threats. When none were forthcoming, she gestured with a hand towards her friend and opened the door wider, creeping out into the smoky ally beyond.
Following after, Relena let out a whimper and let the door shut behind them. The sound of the door closing and locking startled both of the girls and when they tried to open up their only escape they found they were unable. Looks like they had only one way to go now…
It was only a few feet away that both girls were startled once again as Dorothy stepped onto a large mess of glass shards, the pieces of glass littering the ground of the ally. For two people trying to keep their presence on the down low, this was one obstacle that both dreaded. Both feared that trekking across the mess would make too much noise and unfortunately, there was a large slab of concrete blocking the way behind them.
That is if a large chunk of a building counted as a large slab of concrete.
"Should we run…?" Relena hesitantly suggested but Dorothy shook her head in negation.
"We might cut through our shoes if we do that," the blonde said. "We'll have to walk it. Damn it."
Relena whimpered again as she allowed her best friend to take her hand and slowly lead her over the glass minefield. Every step they took created the crackling sound of glass being crushed and both winced with every time. They were taking this slowly, only using the toes of their shoed feet and not pressing down with their heels. High heels could have done wonders here…
It felt like an hour had passed but was probably only a few minutes by the time they reached the exit to the ally and from there their ticket out. Now they only had a whole city to cross and it was in no way going to be anything like trekking across their hometown of Boulder.
"C'mon," Dorothy urged as she set the pace, power-walking across the broken street, heading in a random direction. She had no idea where in the city they were but they were just going to have to chance it.
"Do you know where we're going?" Relena whispered questioningly.
Damn it; now she was going to have to admit it.
"No clue," she answered, feeling as if a certain other blond should be answering that way. Great, she was thinking of Solo again, that bastard.
"Then why are we going this way?" Relena asked.
"You have any better ideas?" Dorothy asked back, dragging her friend behind her as she tried to quicken their pace. Fortunately, Relena wasn't holding Dorothy back by refusing to cooperate so that was in itself a blessing.
"How do we know we are heading to a bad part of town?" Relena continued to ask.
"We don't," Dorothy answered. "But this is L.A. Every part of it is a bad part of town."
"You have a point," Relena acknowledged.
Both girls suddenly froze as a loud popping sound caught their attention. Putting two and two together, both figured that someone was shooting a gun. Whether it was up in the air or at somebody, neither knew but they weren't curious enough to check it out. If anything, it gave them more motivation to get a move up and get out of this nightmarish place.
If they had thought things were bad before, it was much worse when they were facing it in person. It was like stepping into a National Geographic picture, one of complete devastation. Buildings were falling apart piece by piece, the streets and sidewalks were covered in spiderwebs of cracks, light poles sprawled across streets and those that were still standing functioned pretty weakly. Thus the girls did not have much of anything in the light department; the darkness of the night surrounded them but they weren't cold at all. Heat retained by the nearby Pacific held the coldness at bay, something unusual for the two girls who had grown up in the middle of a desert all their lives.
As they made their way through the ruined city, they would find themselves in areas that were worse than the one they had just left and other times better. Occasionally they had to backtrack as their way was blocked by an oversized root, one that sprouted up out of the ground and towered over the two, making them feel insignificant in comparison.
Every so often, though, they'd hear the approach of a group of city dwellers. Whether they were looters, gang members, or innocent people who had no intention of harming them, the two girls would hide, be it in an alley on a few occasions or the one time they maneuvered around an overturned car to avoid being seen.
Dorothy could tell without looking back at Relena that her friend was scared out of her wits' end and truth be told, so was she. However, after hanging around Solo and getting attacked randomly by groups of superpowered teens, one got used to the stress. Whether that was a bad thing or not remained to be seen.
Peeking around the second overturned car that they had hid behind, Dorothy checked to see if the coast was clear. Thus far, their luck had held up but the blonde had no clue had far away they were from the city's limits. Reaching a hand back for Relena to hold, she shook the appendage when she felt nothing take hold of it.
Then a large hand that Dorothy definitely knew did not belong to Relena took hold of hers and she was pulled back right into the torso of a large African American, the dark skinned man looking down at her with a few of his teeth missing. Struggling against the ratty-clothed individual, Dorothy found Relena nearby being held against her will by a couple other men, both wearing red bandannas on their heads, one of the men holding a large magnum at the blonde's head.
"Let go, shithead," Dorothy swore as she kicked at the large man's shins. The man looked down at her without removing his grin, letting go of her with a hand only to slap her hard with it. Having not expected such a blow, Dorothy stumbled back only to be pulled right back into the large man's body.
"Honky bitch oughta 'ppreciate what we's doin' for her," the large male spoke, his deep voice rumbling with each word he said. "Don't seem she knows what creeps there are out here, droolin' for a chance to tap her ass."
"Damn straight," one of the two dark skinned men holding Relena agreed, grinning toothily while the other holding the gun chuckled.
"Can't let just anybody tap that," the large man continued as Dorothy slowly recovered her senses, still dazed from the slap. "Be a shame too. We're doin' this outta the kindness of our hearts and she kicks me."
"Shame on her," the man with the gun said. "Need's some manners, what she needs."
"Leave us alone," Relena said, near hysterical as her eyes began tearing up.
"Can't do that, ya see," the large man said, leaning in closely to Dorothy and taking in a long whiff of her hair. With a hand sliding down to grope her ass, he continued, "pretty little bitches like yous needs guys like us ta protect you. And for that, yous got to pay the toll."
"What's that?" Relena whimpered.
"You riddin' my big fat cock," the large man said, getting guffaws from his buddies.
"Pigs."
Now that was a voice that didn't belong to any of the five and the three males snapped their heads around, looking around for the origin of the voice. They found that in the form of a young man with jet black hair that was pulled back into a pony tail and dark onyx eyes that glared at them with disdain. A small, yet chiseled torso clad in a loose blue tank top had two muscled arms crossed in front up it, the rest of the body completed with baggy white pants and black slipper-shoes.
"It's a chink!" one of the men said aloud, his eyes narrowing.
"Yo! Yous better be minding your own business, ass," the man with the guns said, pointing his weapon at the youth. "Now get outta hear before I cap ya."
The youth snorted. "Pathetic."
"Man, shoot his ass," the other man said.
The dark onyx eyes changed to red in an instant. The man with the gun suddenly yelped, the sound coming out like a scream as he dropped his gun, the weapon shimmering with a red hot glow.
In the next instant, the dark haired youth was right in front of the man, delivering a resounding punch into the man's gut, stealing his breath away in the next second. Jumping, the youth spun his body and landed a kick into the man's neck, breaking it and leaving the head at a ninety degree angle as he was flung away by the force of the blow.
Not giving the other man holding Relena a chance, the youth threw himself at him and leveled another kick, this time into the man's gut and forcing him away from Relena. As he stumbled back, leaning forward as he clutched his gut, Wufei smashed his palm into the man's jaw, shattering it and sending the man up into the air.
As the prone body landed a ways away, the youth turned his sights onto the large man still holding Dorothy who was staring at him in shock. Quickly, he let go of the blond and backed away, holding his hands up in a surrendering position.
"Okay," the large man said, fear evident in his voice. "I dig ya. You can keep these bitches."
"Weakling," the youth replied and was at the large man's throat in an instance. A swiping kick impacted the man's right cheek and several teeth spewed out from his mouth as his head snapped to a side.
Not done, the youth attacked again, throwing a barrage of punches into the man's body before roundhouse kicking him into the nearby overturned car that fell back onto its roof, the body of the man embedded in its underbelly.
The massacre was over before it had begun and by then Dorothy had gathered her wits about her, looking around to see that their attackers were out of commission. Looking up at her savior she gasped.
"Wufei?" she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Woman," Wufei replied back, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at her. "You should know better than to go wandering the streets this time of night."