Hello and welcome to the last part of Gundam Evil, yeah, you heard right, the last part

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. //_^