Heero watched through the viewscreen on Wing Zero, some weeks later. Hovering like a deranged angel in space, facing off with the combined forces of the Oz organization. Trowa, in HeavyArms, and Quatre, in Sandrock stood by his side, like three of the five horsemen of the Apocolypse. None had heard from Maxwell or Chang since that unfortunate night, and none knew the perils they now faced.
The forces stood, battle ready, as the three pilots prepaired to take on the monumental task before them. In an instant, the battle was thrown into full gear, leaving the youths fighting for their lives. Surrounded, nowhere to hide, with shots being blasted from all sides, lashing out in vain at the mobile dolls that just kept coming in never-ending waves. Time was growing short, and their courage was failing, when out of the depths of space flew the fourth horseman, Chang Wufei. Fighting with the force of the dragon he was inside, he lashed out at the dolls, debris floated in the weightlessness of space, as the forces were evened.
"Where's Duo?!?!" Quatre yelled into the comlink frantically, not thinking with his own personal predjucice against the vampire, but as a solider, who's forces were depleting rapidly, and leaving them no chance of escape. "Right here." came the cold, yet oh-so familiar voice, only moment later.
Deathscythe stepped out of the midst of the Oz forces, his scythe drawn and ready, but his voice was changed, cold and unfeeling. He charged into battle, lightening the heavy spirits of his once-comrades, but it was not to be. He came straight for Wing Zero, his scythe glowing a menacing green as he prepaired to end the life of the pilot inside. Heero watched, unable to block the lightening fast attack as it tore through his suit like butter, wire and chunks of Gundamium careening with the force of the blow.
Nothing could stop him, and soon, Duo Maxwell was the only soldier left standing. He looked at the screen, as it crackled, and revealed the pixelated face of Treize Kushrenada. "Good work." he said proudly, "This has been a great day." Duo nodded, wiping the blood-hued sweat from his forehead. Only then, with amythyst eyes did he gaze at the extent of his destruction. In his rage, he had destroyed the other four, the only friends he had ever had.
Gliding out of his suit, bodily encased in a flight suit, he dodged his way through the debris and wreckage. First, and closest, was the remains of Sandrock. Prying open the hatch, Duo lifted the Kitsune's body from the demolished Gundam. Hanging limp in the zero-gravity, face pale and bleeding, his flight suit torn and scorched. Taking off the blonde's helmet, Duo watched as his fair hair, matted with red blood, stuck to his face. A fallen angel, fair and sweet, only to be killed by the one person he had trusted with his life so often. Yet, Duo did not cry.
Next, he came to HeavyArms, but the wreckage so so severe he could not even get to the body, and all he could see of the peaceful gurahl was the blood coated glass of the cockpit. Even through his sui, he could smell the decay of burned flesh and death, turning this stomach as he laid the Arabian's body close in the embrace of the once-mighty HeavyArms. Together forever...
Not far away was the ruins of the majestic Nataku. Named so for the dragon's brave late wife, Wufei had fought bravely, as was his custom. The hatch had been ripped off in the battle, and the inside of the cockpit were blood-streaked and blackened. But, Duo did not take the Sidhe from his gundam, only wiped some already-congealing blood from his forehead, and left him to rest in peace, to return to the Dreaming where whence he came, to find solace in the re-instatement of his honor, and place among his people.
First attacked, and fatherest away, Duo slowly made his way through a field of wire and metal, until he saw, looming in front of him, the wreck of Wing Zero. Strength untold, but cut down in his prime, Heero had never made it from the cockpit, and his body appeared intact, as Duo lifted his truest friend from the gundanium grave. Heero's dark hair was plastered with blood, his dark Prussian eyes closed in death.
Bloody tears welled in his bright eyes, spilling down his cheeks and staining them a rich crimson. And he cried
He cried... and walked the Earth for all enternity, searching for an oblivion that seemed elusive and impossible to find. But find he did, near a century of pain later.
For such is the way of secrets, the secrets we hold that have the power to destroy. For these are the secrets made in the black of night, the secrets...
the secrets of Pain.
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well, I know that was a strange ending, but o well, feedback please? =)
Final Disclaimer- I do not, and never have owned Gundam Wing, or any of the characters. I also do not own the White-Wolf playbooks copyright, thanks
The forces stood, battle ready, as the three pilots prepaired to take on the monumental task before them. In an instant, the battle was thrown into full gear, leaving the youths fighting for their lives. Surrounded, nowhere to hide, with shots being blasted from all sides, lashing out in vain at the mobile dolls that just kept coming in never-ending waves. Time was growing short, and their courage was failing, when out of the depths of space flew the fourth horseman, Chang Wufei. Fighting with the force of the dragon he was inside, he lashed out at the dolls, debris floated in the weightlessness of space, as the forces were evened.
"Where's Duo?!?!" Quatre yelled into the comlink frantically, not thinking with his own personal predjucice against the vampire, but as a solider, who's forces were depleting rapidly, and leaving them no chance of escape. "Right here." came the cold, yet oh-so familiar voice, only moment later.
Deathscythe stepped out of the midst of the Oz forces, his scythe drawn and ready, but his voice was changed, cold and unfeeling. He charged into battle, lightening the heavy spirits of his once-comrades, but it was not to be. He came straight for Wing Zero, his scythe glowing a menacing green as he prepaired to end the life of the pilot inside. Heero watched, unable to block the lightening fast attack as it tore through his suit like butter, wire and chunks of Gundamium careening with the force of the blow.
Nothing could stop him, and soon, Duo Maxwell was the only soldier left standing. He looked at the screen, as it crackled, and revealed the pixelated face of Treize Kushrenada. "Good work." he said proudly, "This has been a great day." Duo nodded, wiping the blood-hued sweat from his forehead. Only then, with amythyst eyes did he gaze at the extent of his destruction. In his rage, he had destroyed the other four, the only friends he had ever had.
Gliding out of his suit, bodily encased in a flight suit, he dodged his way through the debris and wreckage. First, and closest, was the remains of Sandrock. Prying open the hatch, Duo lifted the Kitsune's body from the demolished Gundam. Hanging limp in the zero-gravity, face pale and bleeding, his flight suit torn and scorched. Taking off the blonde's helmet, Duo watched as his fair hair, matted with red blood, stuck to his face. A fallen angel, fair and sweet, only to be killed by the one person he had trusted with his life so often. Yet, Duo did not cry.
Next, he came to HeavyArms, but the wreckage so so severe he could not even get to the body, and all he could see of the peaceful gurahl was the blood coated glass of the cockpit. Even through his sui, he could smell the decay of burned flesh and death, turning this stomach as he laid the Arabian's body close in the embrace of the once-mighty HeavyArms. Together forever...
Not far away was the ruins of the majestic Nataku. Named so for the dragon's brave late wife, Wufei had fought bravely, as was his custom. The hatch had been ripped off in the battle, and the inside of the cockpit were blood-streaked and blackened. But, Duo did not take the Sidhe from his gundam, only wiped some already-congealing blood from his forehead, and left him to rest in peace, to return to the Dreaming where whence he came, to find solace in the re-instatement of his honor, and place among his people.
First attacked, and fatherest away, Duo slowly made his way through a field of wire and metal, until he saw, looming in front of him, the wreck of Wing Zero. Strength untold, but cut down in his prime, Heero had never made it from the cockpit, and his body appeared intact, as Duo lifted his truest friend from the gundanium grave. Heero's dark hair was plastered with blood, his dark Prussian eyes closed in death.
Bloody tears welled in his bright eyes, spilling down his cheeks and staining them a rich crimson. And he cried
He cried... and walked the Earth for all enternity, searching for an oblivion that seemed elusive and impossible to find. But find he did, near a century of pain later.
For such is the way of secrets, the secrets we hold that have the power to destroy. For these are the secrets made in the black of night, the secrets...
the secrets of Pain.
---===*===---
well, I know that was a strange ending, but o well, feedback please? =)
Final Disclaimer- I do not, and never have owned Gundam Wing, or any of the characters. I also do not own the White-Wolf playbooks copyright, thanks