Hello and welcome to
the last part of Gundam Evil, yeah, you heard right, the last part. I've
decided to end it and focus my abilities on other works. Sorry to all the fans
that would like to see it go a few more rounds.
Legal Disclaimer:
I don't own GW or RE so no one sue me.
Gundam evil
By SSJ_Bardock
Hunk
walked down the end of the hall. With the M4A1 assault rifle clutched in his
hands, he made his way toward the lab containing the G-Virus. This would be his
ticket out of this hellhole of a town. "Finally I can get that vacation," he
mumbled. After this would most likely be another mission, which meant more
creations, more death, and more risks for Mr. Death.
Finally he made
it. In front of him was the door that closed the room that contained the
G-Virus. Once he got this, he could set the self-destruct and get the hell out
of dodge. It had been a long night for Mr. Death and he was glad it was coming
to an end. "Hmm, I wonder what happened to the people following me…" he thought
for a moment.
Without further
hesitation, he opened the door and walked through. Inside were three long
rectangular desks. On them were various test tubes filled with things Hunk
didn't want to think about. Looking around he spotted a machine in the corner.
It was about half the height of the room and white, with a glass plate to allow
you to see through. On the side of it was a large =UMB= logo (Umbrella's main
logo) inside a red and white umbrella.
If Hunk
remembered correctly, which he hoped he did, he had to push the green button
first. As he did this, the machine turned on. "Good," he said. Now he had to
push the red, so he did. The machine now came to life, humming like a blender.
Then, pressing the blue button, the humming got louder and the machine started
to shake a bit. Finally he saw a test tube pop up, filled with a purple liquid,
"The G-Virus," he said aloud.
Taking the
G-Virus he put it in his breast pocket and started to leave. He went out the
door and began jogging back to the room with the computer. On the way there he
heard something.
Ugggggghhhhhhhhh
"Zombies,"
he said. Looking down the corridor to his right were five zombies, all nicely
in a straight line. Usually Hunk would've run right past them, paying no mind.
Now for some reason he felt like having a little fun, "Die, undie, or whatever
the hell you do scumbags," he said as he pulled back the trigger. The light
from the gun came flashing as he held down the trigger, letting the bullets put
the undead at rest for good.
After mowing
down the little group, Hunk continued on. Finally he reached the door. Opening
it he found the room pretty much intact. The Neptunes in the tank were staring
at Hunk again. "Bite me," he said while giving them the finger. He walked over
to the computer and started searching through the programs.
Finally he came
upon what he was looking for. "Self-destruct sequence, ah, just like the good
old days," he said, even though he had never done this before. He started
messing with it and typed in the desired time before detonation. "Ten minutes
should be enough to get out of here," he said. As soon as he entered it in, he
was out the door.
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Duo looked on
in fear as the monstrosity known only as the "Tyrant" showed itself. It began
walking toward them at a methodically slow pace. "Guys, I think we should be
leaving," said Duo.
"I don't know.
It might only attack from sudden movements, like lions," said Trowa.
"No one wants
to hear about your stupid lions Trowa!" Duo yelled.
Now normally
Trowa is a very stoic person, but this wasn't one of those times, "Listen Duo!
You don't have to like it, you don't have to pretend you do, but if you ever
say something like that again, you WILL regret it."
Heero's eyes
became slightly larger in shock from that one; quickly he regained his
composure, "Listen. We can't argue now, look it's heading this way," came
Heero's reply.
"So what do we
do?" asked Duo.
"I'll stall it,
while you get to your Gundams," said Trowa.
"Are you
crazy?!" asked Duo in disbelief.
"No, now
quickly. You don't have much time, and frankly, neither do I."
"All right
then," said Heero as he began to sprint, but he suddenly stopped, "Trowa! Use
this!" he said as he flung Trowa his bag full of weapons.
"Thank you
Heero, now go!" Trowa yelled as the two took off.
Trowa turned
back to the creature, terror playing plainly on his features. He took a step
back, clutching the gun in his hands. Looking down at the MP-5N Trowa took a
big breath. He had decided to stay, it was his decision. Now he had to live up
to his word and keep this thing at bay. It was a suicide mission, but piloting
a Gundam, he was used to suicide missions. He reflected on his words from a
while back, "It will be my last…grand stand show," and how true they held him
now. "At least now I can fulfill that," he said with an ironic smirk.
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Hunk ran up the
steps, hoping to quickly get out of this nightmare town, formerly known as
Crestfalls, Florida. Turning the corner in the stairwell, he saw that zombie
again, still slumped over. He paid it no mind and hopped over it, going back
up. Checking his watch he sighed, "Nine
minutes to go," he said as he continued up.
Finally he
reached the top of the stairs, well, at least that went up to the first floor.
He quickly pushed the door open and sped out. Running with nothing in his mind
other than survival. There was no room for fear anymore. This would be it.
He was in the
main room now and quickly ran down the door to his left. Opening it, he ran
through and turned the corner, to see the stepladder out of hell. "Thank the
all might Lord for this," he said as he continued on. Looking up he noticed the
hatch was open. With a scowl on his face, he quickly climbed up.
Once he got out
he looked around. He was out of the city and then he spotted it. About twenty
yards away was a single person. They were clutching an MP-5N in their hands and
staring at something. Hunk turned to look and his eyes bulged out. "Holy shit!
It's the Tyrant! Now I know I'm getting the fuck out of here," he said as he
took off sprinting.
The thought of
shooting the kid had crossed his mind, but he figured it would be better to let
the Tyrant use him as a distraction. That way Hunk would get out of here and
the whole town would go up in a big bonfire, along with the Tyrant. "It's a
good day for Mr. Death," he silently mused.
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Heero was
running at incredible speeds, with the SPAS-12 clutched in his hands. He had
only about six shells left, but it wouldn't be much farther until he returned
to Wing Zero. Then Heero could repay Trowa for his actions by blasting the crap
out of the "Tyrant". That is, if it was still alive and for Trowa's sake, he
hoped that wouldn't be the case.
Duo was a
little bit behind Heero, running with all his strength. Oh how he'd give
anything to be able to touch the controls on his beloved DeathScythe. Then he
could give this town a little payback. He was also wondering how Trowa was
doing. "Hey, Heero," he said.
"What Duo?"
said Heero as he continued running.
"You think
Trowa's going to be okay back there?" he asked.
Heero didn't
give a reply, but it was all the reply Duo needed. Most likely Trowa had been
sliced in pieces, judging from the things claws. It was a thought that Duo
didn't want to continue. They may have had a scuffle, but that didn't mean Duo
wanted to see Trowa dead.
Heero picked up
the pace of his running, "Just a little further," he kept telling himself. He
kept pushing himself, faster and faster. Trowa's life was in his hands or
that's how he saw it. If Trowa died, Heero would see it as his fault, that he
wasn't fast enough, that he could've saved Trowa. He did not want that to
happen.
Finally he came
to a clearing. His eyes lit up like Christmas Trees when he saw Wing Zero.
"Finally!" he heard Duo yell as the two started charging toward their mobile
suits. Heero wasted no time in getting into the cockpit of Wing Zero and he
immediately started it up. Just as his suit stood up, Duo's voice came over the
radio frequency.
"Hey Heero!
Let's go pay them back eh?"
Heero said
nothing an immediately started toward Trowa's location.
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Trowa lay on
his side, clutching the huge gashes that reside there. When Heero and Duo left,
Trowa had heard someone else running from the hatch. He turned to look and
that's all the creature needed. It immediately sprang at him and he just barely
avoided being completely impaled. One of its talons had caught him on his side
though and had cut him bad.
Quickly Trowa
had fired at its face to buy some time. He got to his feet and got as far away
from it as he could. Trowa had continued to fire on it, but it had lunged
again, once again, one of the talons finding its mark. Two gashes now resided
on his left side, blood spilling out.
Once again he
had managed to get away, but he knew he couldn't again. He fired and fired, but
it just wouldn't die. Quickly he began searching through Heero's bag, looking
for something to help him. He lightly smirked when he took out a pipe bomb.
Then he quickly lit it and chucked it at the creature's feet. The blast was
fairly large, but knowing Heero, he somehow wasn't surprised.
Trowa was
surprised however as he watched it get back to its feet. Although, while it was
down, Trowa had taken his turtleneck sweater off and pressed it against his
cuts, trying to stop the bleeding. The thing got ready to strike again and it
would have found its mark had not a large, white, Gundanium foot kicked it across
the clearing. Trowa looked up to see the Wing Zero towering above him.
The Wing Zero
quickly picked him up and clutched him in his hand(1). Quickly it flew back in
the direction it came. Then Trowa saw something he'd longed to see ever since
the whole mess started: Heavyarms.
The Wing Zero
deposited him on top of the Heavyarms and Trowa immediately got into the
cockpit. The hatch closed and Trowa turned his radio on, "Duo, don't you dare
kill that bastard; he's mine."
"All right
Trowa. You okay?" came Duo's voice.
"Nothing I
can't handle," Trowa replied.
He could hear
Duo sigh on the other end, "You and Heero are the same(2)."
Trowa got a
confused expression but continued on. He tied the shirt around his waist to
stop the bleeding and he gripped the controls. The Heavyarms Gundam flew into
the air, vernier thrusters at max, with the Wing Zero not far behind.
The Heavyarms
landed right next to Duo, who was kicking the Tyrant around with his foot.
"Duo, could you step aside?" asked Trowa.
"Right, right,
do your thing," came Duo's reply.
Instead of
shooting his beam gatling, or firing some missiles, the Heavyarms army knife
extended from its right forearm. The Heavyarms began spinning horizontally(3)
and it chopped the Tyrant up in a bloody mess. When it stopped, the Heavyarms
posed with its right arm extended into the air. "Now let's take care of this
town," Trowa said.
Facing the
town, a storm of missiles came forth from the Heavyarms suit, blowing up part
of the town. Out of nowhere, the ground began shaking violently. Suddenly the
ground began to explode and fire went up everywhere. The three mobile suits
backed up quickly to avoid the destruction.
Bombs were
going off everywhere as fire rose into the night sky. The three pilots watched
the cursed town explode with astonishment. When the explosions were done with,
Trowa spoke, "Well, you can do the honors Heero."
"Rodger that,"
he said as the Wing Zero flew into the air.
It hovered for
a while before taking the twin buster rifle out of the pile driver nose in its
shield. The crosshairs flashed red and Heero pulled the trigger. A giant light
escaped the twin buster rifle, as the shot hit the center of the town,
completely eradicating everything that would've been left over.
When the
explosion died down all that was left was a black crater of where the town used
to be. Smoke rose into the air. The
three Gundams: Heavyarms, Wing Zero, and DeathScythe looked on in thought.
"So it's
finally over," said Duo.
"Yeah," replied
Trowa.
"After all that…"
pondered Duo.
"So where do we
go from here?" asked Trowa.
As if to answer
him, their alarms flashed.
"Looks like a
fleet of mobile dolls," said Heero.
Then for some
reason, the three pilots: Heero, Duo, and Trowa all gave a smile.
"Now this is more like it."
Ahhh, there we go.
That's it people. *sheds a tear* Yeah, it's finally over. So, a couple notes.
(1) This is
possible without crushing the person, Trowa did it with Heero after Heero's
self-detonation.
(2) This is reference
to the ep. Where Heero is talking to Duo and Duo tells him it's impossible to
fix his Gundam without parts; Heero's reply? "Maybe it's impossible for you,
but I can handle it."
(3) This is from the
ep. "To the Battle Ground Antarctica" where Trowa slashed up Lt. Oct in that
cool fashion "Anyone who lays eyes on a Gundam, shall not live to tell about
it." Definitely my fav. Scene.
So
how was this fic? Was the ending all you had hoped? Well, anyway, I'd like to
give a thanks to all that read and reviewed, it's because of you people I
continued this series. I hope you're satisfied with the ending, because I am. Well,
until the next fic, this is Bardock, signing off. //_^
