Perspectives of the War
Or
Final Battles
Part 2
Bitter Revenge
By Maverick
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me…I don't have that kind of talent…so, just for the record…I don't own any of these characters in this chapter.
The war is finally over. No more fighting…no more.
Trowa sat in the shed, out in front of his Gundam, Heavyarms. He had minimal injuries, and his Gundam could be easily repaired, even though it would carry no more use for him.
Grief filled the young pilot, though, when he thought of his friends…his comrades. Wufei, the one who had every right to end this war. He had the reason to survive, because he held the reason to fight. All he ever wanted was to see justice avenged. But, he was gone. Who knew about Duo and Heero? Trowa hadn't seen them since that final explosion that blew up the OZ base, destroying every mobile suit that was left, destroying every weapon that survived the other attacks…destroying his best friend.
"Why Quatre?!?!?!?" Trowa suddenly screamed. "Why did you have to sacrifice yourself? Why do you always have to keep others from doing the dirty work? Why did you always have to protect the rest of us?" Trowa stood and raised his clenched fists to the air. "Why did you have to prove that you could fight? You didn't even want to!!!"
Tears burned at Trowa's cheeks.
He brought his head down along with his arms.
"No" he muttered. "This is NOT Quatre's fault."
Trowa needed blame to be put somewhere. It was because of someone that Quatre had died.
Trowa began to slowly make his way back to his Gundam.
What was he going to do now? Go back to the circus? He could, but, that wasn't what he wanted to do. Pain for the loss of Quatre sucked him into self-pity. What could he do? Sure, he had Catherine, and Duo and Heero, but, what else? What was life when you didn't have your best friends? How was he supposed to handle that? Why was it that he could kill and kill and kill, and think nothing of it, then, when it's his friend that is destroyed, well, it suddenly sickens him.
Trowa began to work on Heavyarms. No use in wasting his time. He needed to think.
"No…" Trowa stopped, "I need revenge."
The look on his face was of sheer hatred. His mouth was set in a firm line, his eyes cold and empty…except for his passion to take revenge on whoever held the blame for the deaths.
Why Trowa needed to blame someone, he didn't know. He just knew that there was someone at fault. He could blame himself, he knew it, but, he couldn't bring himself to do that. He was trained not to take the blame and let it pull you down, and he knew that's what would happen.
/Someone killed you Quatre…/ Trowa cried out to the deceased. /You were put out there to fight…the colonies were stupid…the earth sphere was stupid…and yet…/
Trowa could now only think of one last resort…/The people who built your Gundam…/
Trowa's hatred suddenly turned to the engineers. The men who designed and created the killing machines that they piloted. The people who forced them into training, the men who forced them to fight. The men that made them cold and empty. Where were they now? Now, now that the war is over, they are not needed. Gundam pilots are not needed!
"They took away our lives!" Trowa screamed. "They took everything! Now, they've taken you away, Quatre!" Trowa fell to his knees. "They put you into the worst kind of battle, and you come out all bloody!" He turned his head away from the sky and sneered. "But, your blood is on their hands."
Suddenly, utter rage took over the pilot. He ran to his Gundam.
"I will avenge your death, my friend." He muttered, his voice strong. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he started Heavyarms, and prepared to take the lives of those who rightfully deserved it.
Part 2…done. On to part 3…--