So I just figured out that I was getting bitched for a review I made a
couple months ago from almost 20 people. It was a bad comment, though I
stand by my comment. I really did not like the story but not for the Aku
Tenshi said I did. No I can never to as good as Aku Tenshi, I still didn't
like the writing or the story. Sorry. Here we go........
" What a fighter." Heero thought. The man had defeated him and his honor. Heero was based on honor, without he wouldn't be much. With his previous injuries and hurt pride, he chose to allow Katsuto's men to take him. He wanted another chance. One to replace and uphold his lost honor.
Katsuto had said, "Take him to the chamber." Words that Heero would soon learn loathe.
Chapter 4-The Chamber and All Things Insane
Heero was lead down the same corridor from which he had come. The ear splitting screams, the stench of unclean. "They are products," the soldier on his left arm chuckled, "products of our master's chamber. You may suffer the same outcome." Not taking any consideration of the soldier's words, Heero continued to march. The passed his old holding cell, the same one that had kept him here in the first place.
"We here." An overweight man in white fatigues stepped out and grabbed Heero's hand, hard. The man opened a large pressurized steel door. Hissing and creaking, the door slowly opened. Steam filled the room from the now gaping door. Wasting no time, the fatigued man threw the already hurting Heero into the chamber nicknamed 'Doom' for its affects on the human brain.
There was no gravity in 'Doom'. He floated in the dark and he couldn't move, it was as if he was suspended. Something moved behind him, a mechanical sound emanated from somewhere in the room. The noise, which sounded for only a second, was impossible to trace. Everything echoed in this room, so he didn't know whom or what was coming at him. It was getting louder and closer. Then Heero felt a cold, metal apparatus on his neck in the shape of a rounded 'x'. A snapping sound, then the most pain Heero had ever felt in his life came over him. Four tentacle-like tubes connected to his neck just above each of the corners of the 'x'. Small wires came from the four tubes and dug into Heero's flesh, each one attaching to his spinal column.
A room wide screen came online, at first only showing static. A jolt of pain went through the 17 year-old. A Picture finally came to the screen it seemed erratic, just a jumbled signal. But if you looked closer, as Heero did, it was his memories. The pain so immense; he needed to cry out; he needed to scream but he suppressed the feeling, the pain. Suddenly, the scanning of Heero's memories stopped. He almost thought it was over; Katsuto would not be so generous.
His eyes opened wide as Katsuto second wave hit, Heero's eyes were as wide as possible the chamber had opened them and would not let Heero close them easily. It stopped on one single memory of one of his first assignments, a routine mission to destroy an outpost in the L2 colony cluster. The memory skipped ahead to the dog and the little girl, whom he had killed, "Innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent. The innocent caught in the crossfire of a needless fight." He wanted to cry, so much.
Another memory, then another after that surfaced. This was when Relena had been kidnapped, the uncertainty that he had felt. He didn't believe he could rescue her. He had learned much from, including how to live.
Then, everything went black but the machine did not stop it was digging, digging for the ultimate memory. It found what it was looking for. The video screen began to show an image once more. A vision of everyone he had killed in the past. Like ghosts they floated towards him, beckoned to him to see the truth. The thousands of dead pointed to the back of the group. This was not a memory; it was a final assertion that Heero had made. From the back of the group, a boy floated forward, him. Something was written on his forehead in Japanese. It meant death. This was not a memory; it was a final assertion that Heero had made. That was he thought if himself. Unconsciously, he thought of himself as death. The mirror image of himself opened his eyes and red blood spewed out. Heero quickly covered his eyes. "Black.again." Heero uncovered his eyes and was sweating profusely. If he had been anywhere the sweat would have dripped but here it just broke free and floated. He felt like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers. One tear formed the overwhelmed boys right eye. It couldn't be seen, but it was there making fun of him. Heero was no longer impenetrable.
Heero fell to the floor hard, with a loud thud, which resonated through the 'Doom'. Light shone into the dark chamber. The same overweight man made his way the center of room where Heero laid. As the man picked him up, the sweat soaked prisoner had a revelation, "No, I am not death, but I am insane and insane people have leeway." Heero, though still in much pain, pushed away that the fat man's arm. He kicked upwards missing the man but came right back with his knee, landing a blow in the man stomach. Realizing that his captor wasn't fazed by the hit, Heero made a dash for the sidearm that was hanging from the white-garbed man's belt. As he ran past, he stole it, then quickly turning around. He pointed the gun at the head of the fat man. But, his hands shook intensely. He quickly re-aimed and shot the gun's only remaining bullet the only leg he saw in the partial light. Heero dashed for the door, "Be grateful I didn't have the heart to kill you." Making his out of the chamber was a new man, ready and assured that had never wanted to kill those men. It was a different time and for the wrong reason. He had repented but he swore, "When I get Katsuto, I will make him pay."
Well there you go please R&R. I apologize for any mistakes I made. I think that my writing sucks and for the most part it does but I do this just because I need an outlet for ideas. I don't make stories to please anyone but if they do then, YAY! Till next (which will be soon) Peace out!
" What a fighter." Heero thought. The man had defeated him and his honor. Heero was based on honor, without he wouldn't be much. With his previous injuries and hurt pride, he chose to allow Katsuto's men to take him. He wanted another chance. One to replace and uphold his lost honor.
Katsuto had said, "Take him to the chamber." Words that Heero would soon learn loathe.
Chapter 4-The Chamber and All Things Insane
Heero was lead down the same corridor from which he had come. The ear splitting screams, the stench of unclean. "They are products," the soldier on his left arm chuckled, "products of our master's chamber. You may suffer the same outcome." Not taking any consideration of the soldier's words, Heero continued to march. The passed his old holding cell, the same one that had kept him here in the first place.
"We here." An overweight man in white fatigues stepped out and grabbed Heero's hand, hard. The man opened a large pressurized steel door. Hissing and creaking, the door slowly opened. Steam filled the room from the now gaping door. Wasting no time, the fatigued man threw the already hurting Heero into the chamber nicknamed 'Doom' for its affects on the human brain.
There was no gravity in 'Doom'. He floated in the dark and he couldn't move, it was as if he was suspended. Something moved behind him, a mechanical sound emanated from somewhere in the room. The noise, which sounded for only a second, was impossible to trace. Everything echoed in this room, so he didn't know whom or what was coming at him. It was getting louder and closer. Then Heero felt a cold, metal apparatus on his neck in the shape of a rounded 'x'. A snapping sound, then the most pain Heero had ever felt in his life came over him. Four tentacle-like tubes connected to his neck just above each of the corners of the 'x'. Small wires came from the four tubes and dug into Heero's flesh, each one attaching to his spinal column.
A room wide screen came online, at first only showing static. A jolt of pain went through the 17 year-old. A Picture finally came to the screen it seemed erratic, just a jumbled signal. But if you looked closer, as Heero did, it was his memories. The pain so immense; he needed to cry out; he needed to scream but he suppressed the feeling, the pain. Suddenly, the scanning of Heero's memories stopped. He almost thought it was over; Katsuto would not be so generous.
His eyes opened wide as Katsuto second wave hit, Heero's eyes were as wide as possible the chamber had opened them and would not let Heero close them easily. It stopped on one single memory of one of his first assignments, a routine mission to destroy an outpost in the L2 colony cluster. The memory skipped ahead to the dog and the little girl, whom he had killed, "Innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent. The innocent caught in the crossfire of a needless fight." He wanted to cry, so much.
Another memory, then another after that surfaced. This was when Relena had been kidnapped, the uncertainty that he had felt. He didn't believe he could rescue her. He had learned much from, including how to live.
Then, everything went black but the machine did not stop it was digging, digging for the ultimate memory. It found what it was looking for. The video screen began to show an image once more. A vision of everyone he had killed in the past. Like ghosts they floated towards him, beckoned to him to see the truth. The thousands of dead pointed to the back of the group. This was not a memory; it was a final assertion that Heero had made. From the back of the group, a boy floated forward, him. Something was written on his forehead in Japanese. It meant death. This was not a memory; it was a final assertion that Heero had made. That was he thought if himself. Unconsciously, he thought of himself as death. The mirror image of himself opened his eyes and red blood spewed out. Heero quickly covered his eyes. "Black.again." Heero uncovered his eyes and was sweating profusely. If he had been anywhere the sweat would have dripped but here it just broke free and floated. He felt like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers. One tear formed the overwhelmed boys right eye. It couldn't be seen, but it was there making fun of him. Heero was no longer impenetrable.
Heero fell to the floor hard, with a loud thud, which resonated through the 'Doom'. Light shone into the dark chamber. The same overweight man made his way the center of room where Heero laid. As the man picked him up, the sweat soaked prisoner had a revelation, "No, I am not death, but I am insane and insane people have leeway." Heero, though still in much pain, pushed away that the fat man's arm. He kicked upwards missing the man but came right back with his knee, landing a blow in the man stomach. Realizing that his captor wasn't fazed by the hit, Heero made a dash for the sidearm that was hanging from the white-garbed man's belt. As he ran past, he stole it, then quickly turning around. He pointed the gun at the head of the fat man. But, his hands shook intensely. He quickly re-aimed and shot the gun's only remaining bullet the only leg he saw in the partial light. Heero dashed for the door, "Be grateful I didn't have the heart to kill you." Making his out of the chamber was a new man, ready and assured that had never wanted to kill those men. It was a different time and for the wrong reason. He had repented but he swore, "When I get Katsuto, I will make him pay."
Well there you go please R&R. I apologize for any mistakes I made. I think that my writing sucks and for the most part it does but I do this just because I need an outlet for ideas. I don't make stories to please anyone but if they do then, YAY! Till next (which will be soon) Peace out!