Greetings. Part 4 is right here...sadly, it's marked on FFN as Chapter 3 because I combined parts 1 & 2. Again, a bit short, but I have been pretty fast with uploading the new parts, so you won't really wait as long as if I wrote a very long chapter. Besides, you need time to read other fics, right? *grin* Enjoy!
I do not own Gundam Wing, etc.
Suggestions and comments are always appreciated.
4
The boy so recently named Heero Yuy stood before his new mentor. Dr.J. held out a piece of wood.
"Break this." he said, holding it out. Heero didn't like the smirk on his face. And to be frank, he didn't exactly like Dr.J. as a person either. The man had a sneaky air to him. If a person talked to him, they never felt like they were getting the whole story.
Heero scrunched up his fist and slammed it down on the wooden board as hard as he could. It barely wobbled in Dr.J.'s hands. Dr.J. laughed, an eerie laugh, almost mocking.
"Weakling, eh?" he mocked.
Heero said nothing.
"Watch this." And Dr.J. pulled his arm back, letting it gain power. With a thud he cleanly snapped the board in two.
"You're going to do this soon. Very soon." Heero did not like the sound of his voice.
Two hundred pushups and ninety-eight crunches later, Heero was a wreck. Dr.J. was an absolute tyrant. He never pushed his authority over the limit, just so that Heero would feel irritated enough to attempt to show him up. More often than not, he failed. Heero had darted between shacks for two hours, running the complicated courses Dr.J. had set up for him. A few brief rests were the only comforts. At late evening, when the sun went down and the lanterns lit up, the weary Heero would stagger back to his hovel to sleep, only to go through the same ordeal the next day. After many weeks of vigorous training, Dr.J. had a new surprise for him.
He had woken Heero up at dawn, as usual. To Heero's surprise, Dr.J. had a small bird in his hand. Well, to be more precise, it was in a small cage, a thin piece of rope tied about its neck. The tiny bird was fretful and flapped about its tiny enclosure, beady eyes flashing. Heero felt sorry for the tiny avian.
"Kill it." were Dr.J.'s only words.
Heero looked up in shock.
"What?"
"You heard me. Kill it." Dr.J.'s voice stayed calm, as if killing small birds was an everyday activity for him.
"Why?" Heero could not imagine why anyone would want to kill such a tiny and helpless thing.
"Do. It." Dr.J. was becoming impatient.
"No." Heero shifted on his feet. He was nervous about going against Dr.J., but he felt the urge to rebel. He felt sorry for the little thing.
Quick as a flash, Dr.J. whipped out a knife. Before Heero had realized what was happening, Dr.J. had somehow restrained his arms and was holding the knife dangerously close to his neck.
"Kill it." he said again, voice becoming increasingly menacing.
Heero gulped. He really did not want to kill the bird, but did he have a choice?
"Take it and slash its neck." Dr.J. ordered.
"You have the knife." Heero commented. Dr.J. let go of his arms and wordlessly handed him the knife. Heero saw his advantage and lunged at the older man, aiming for his throat.
He failed. Dr.J. had pinned him on the ground, trying to wrestle the knife out of his hands. He finally managed to retrieve the knife from the thrashing Heero and grabbed his neck, lifting him a few inches off the ground.
"Watch." He snarled, and swiftly sliced the small bird's neck open. Its wings fluttered a moment and then moved no more.
Dr.J. threw Heero back down onto the ground, landing with a thud. Heero hung his head, panting. Dr.J. spoke with a threatening voice.
"You can't even kill a damn bird. How successful are you going to be in working for me?" he asked vehemently.
Heero's head flew up.
"Whaddya mean, * working* for you?" he sputtered. J simply kicked his foot.
"You're the resurrected Yuy. You are going to be made the way he should have been. The * correct* way."
"..." Heero was speechless. He wondered what exactly the * correct* way was, be dared not ask.
Dr.J. turned away swiftly. A small drop of red drifted from his hand.
"You did get me with your knife, however. You're going to be just like I envisioned..." he trailed off, walking towards his own hovel.
Heero stayed on the ground, mind swirling with thoughts of his future.
/And will I be the Heero Yuy I imagined? Or just the opposite?/ he wondered.
"The hell you are." Duo growled. Really. A friend had just died and some asshole is pretending to be God. How comforting.
The shadowed figure emerged as an older man with a distinct, long nose like a hawk.
"Oh? And what happens when someone comes along and suspects * you* for the murder of your friend, Duo?" inquired the reedy voice of the man.
Duo stepped backwards. He hadn't thought of that, being blamed for a murder. His face grew hot.
"I didn't do it!" he protested hotly.
"Oh, really?" mocked the man in a singsong voice. Duo stepped backwards again. /Holy shit, he's a psycho/, Duo thought.
"Get the hell away from me." Duo spat out.
"Try and see if you can make me, Duo." /How the hell did this guy know his name?/ wondered Duo absently.
"Who are you?" he asked. Might as well know this guy's name if the guy knew his.
"Call me G. So, little boy, what are you going to do with your friend's body now that someone knows about it?" he asked in a scornful voice.
Duo wasn't sure what he would do. He knew that this man had more power than he by age alone. But there was a sort of superiority beneath G's voice that intrigued Duo. A bit like an idolistic voice. Maybe this man, G, * was* his Saviour.
Or maybe he wasn't.
"You're going to Hell, Duo. You killed someone, right? That's the worst sin, you know. God won't forgive you. What are you going to do now?"
That voice echoed through Duo's brain, pounding into his mind.
/"What are you going to do now?"/
"I don't know." And Duo crumpled up on the concrete and gravel, miserable.
G smiled satanically.
"I do." He said simply.
TBC...^_^ Suggestions are welcome.
I do not own Gundam Wing, etc.
Suggestions and comments are always appreciated.
4
The boy so recently named Heero Yuy stood before his new mentor. Dr.J. held out a piece of wood.
"Break this." he said, holding it out. Heero didn't like the smirk on his face. And to be frank, he didn't exactly like Dr.J. as a person either. The man had a sneaky air to him. If a person talked to him, they never felt like they were getting the whole story.
Heero scrunched up his fist and slammed it down on the wooden board as hard as he could. It barely wobbled in Dr.J.'s hands. Dr.J. laughed, an eerie laugh, almost mocking.
"Weakling, eh?" he mocked.
Heero said nothing.
"Watch this." And Dr.J. pulled his arm back, letting it gain power. With a thud he cleanly snapped the board in two.
"You're going to do this soon. Very soon." Heero did not like the sound of his voice.
Two hundred pushups and ninety-eight crunches later, Heero was a wreck. Dr.J. was an absolute tyrant. He never pushed his authority over the limit, just so that Heero would feel irritated enough to attempt to show him up. More often than not, he failed. Heero had darted between shacks for two hours, running the complicated courses Dr.J. had set up for him. A few brief rests were the only comforts. At late evening, when the sun went down and the lanterns lit up, the weary Heero would stagger back to his hovel to sleep, only to go through the same ordeal the next day. After many weeks of vigorous training, Dr.J. had a new surprise for him.
He had woken Heero up at dawn, as usual. To Heero's surprise, Dr.J. had a small bird in his hand. Well, to be more precise, it was in a small cage, a thin piece of rope tied about its neck. The tiny bird was fretful and flapped about its tiny enclosure, beady eyes flashing. Heero felt sorry for the tiny avian.
"Kill it." were Dr.J.'s only words.
Heero looked up in shock.
"What?"
"You heard me. Kill it." Dr.J.'s voice stayed calm, as if killing small birds was an everyday activity for him.
"Why?" Heero could not imagine why anyone would want to kill such a tiny and helpless thing.
"Do. It." Dr.J. was becoming impatient.
"No." Heero shifted on his feet. He was nervous about going against Dr.J., but he felt the urge to rebel. He felt sorry for the little thing.
Quick as a flash, Dr.J. whipped out a knife. Before Heero had realized what was happening, Dr.J. had somehow restrained his arms and was holding the knife dangerously close to his neck.
"Kill it." he said again, voice becoming increasingly menacing.
Heero gulped. He really did not want to kill the bird, but did he have a choice?
"Take it and slash its neck." Dr.J. ordered.
"You have the knife." Heero commented. Dr.J. let go of his arms and wordlessly handed him the knife. Heero saw his advantage and lunged at the older man, aiming for his throat.
He failed. Dr.J. had pinned him on the ground, trying to wrestle the knife out of his hands. He finally managed to retrieve the knife from the thrashing Heero and grabbed his neck, lifting him a few inches off the ground.
"Watch." He snarled, and swiftly sliced the small bird's neck open. Its wings fluttered a moment and then moved no more.
Dr.J. threw Heero back down onto the ground, landing with a thud. Heero hung his head, panting. Dr.J. spoke with a threatening voice.
"You can't even kill a damn bird. How successful are you going to be in working for me?" he asked vehemently.
Heero's head flew up.
"Whaddya mean, * working* for you?" he sputtered. J simply kicked his foot.
"You're the resurrected Yuy. You are going to be made the way he should have been. The * correct* way."
"..." Heero was speechless. He wondered what exactly the * correct* way was, be dared not ask.
Dr.J. turned away swiftly. A small drop of red drifted from his hand.
"You did get me with your knife, however. You're going to be just like I envisioned..." he trailed off, walking towards his own hovel.
Heero stayed on the ground, mind swirling with thoughts of his future.
/And will I be the Heero Yuy I imagined? Or just the opposite?/ he wondered.
"The hell you are." Duo growled. Really. A friend had just died and some asshole is pretending to be God. How comforting.
The shadowed figure emerged as an older man with a distinct, long nose like a hawk.
"Oh? And what happens when someone comes along and suspects * you* for the murder of your friend, Duo?" inquired the reedy voice of the man.
Duo stepped backwards. He hadn't thought of that, being blamed for a murder. His face grew hot.
"I didn't do it!" he protested hotly.
"Oh, really?" mocked the man in a singsong voice. Duo stepped backwards again. /Holy shit, he's a psycho/, Duo thought.
"Get the hell away from me." Duo spat out.
"Try and see if you can make me, Duo." /How the hell did this guy know his name?/ wondered Duo absently.
"Who are you?" he asked. Might as well know this guy's name if the guy knew his.
"Call me G. So, little boy, what are you going to do with your friend's body now that someone knows about it?" he asked in a scornful voice.
Duo wasn't sure what he would do. He knew that this man had more power than he by age alone. But there was a sort of superiority beneath G's voice that intrigued Duo. A bit like an idolistic voice. Maybe this man, G, * was* his Saviour.
Or maybe he wasn't.
"You're going to Hell, Duo. You killed someone, right? That's the worst sin, you know. God won't forgive you. What are you going to do now?"
That voice echoed through Duo's brain, pounding into his mind.
/"What are you going to do now?"/
"I don't know." And Duo crumpled up on the concrete and gravel, miserable.
G smiled satanically.
"I do." He said simply.
TBC...^_^ Suggestions are welcome.