[I do not own Gundam Wing or any of its characters]
Trowa and Heero where just leaving a party Relena had invited them to. It wasn't really their type of party, well, no type of party was, but they didn't think she would ever throw one like this. Loud music, beer, stuff like that. Just didn't seem like Relena. One thing they had noticed, was two of the guys, Fred and Johnny, had had about three or four beers each.
"You better follow them, just in case," Heero said to Trowa, as they got ready to leave. Trowa nodded, starting up his motorcycle.
Relena's party wasn't the only going on in the Sanq kingdom that Friday night. A girl named Debbie had a little party of her own. Mary Lou and Jessie had been invited, and were just leaving.
"Be careful!" Debbie called after them as Mary Lou pulled off.
Trowa was following behind the two guys, who were going pretty fast. Too fast, he thought, to be planning on stopping at the stop sign ahead. Hopefully, no one else would be trying to get through on the crossroad.
Mary Lou was talking to Jessie about her boyfriend. She was so excited that her eyes weren't on the road, or she would have seen Fred's car. By the time Jessie screamed, "MARY LOU LOOK OUT!" it was too late.
Fred's car crashed into Mary Lou's broadside. She went flying through the windshield, and ended up in the grass on the opposite side of the street, dead. Jessie's door popped open, causing her to fall out. Her leg got caught beneath the car, and she was dragged along with the car as it skidded across the street, her body mashed between the curb and the car, then flung into the ditch on the side of the road.
Trowa jumped off his bike, running to the ditch were Jessie had been tossed. He pulled her out of the ditch onto the dry grass. Her leg looked like a slab of ground hamburger meat. The bone, the flesh, all of it was crushed and mashed together, yet it wasn't bleeding.
All around them people were yelling and screaming, for someone to call an ambulance. Quietly, Trowa laid her head in his lap, trying to comfort her.
Jessie didn't even sound like herself, more like a helpless little girl. "I... I can't go, I promised my mom I'd come home tonight. I can't go." Trowa stroked her hair, "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Over and over the girl repeated, "I can't go anywhere, I promised... I promised my mom I'd be home." All Trowa could manage to say was, "I'm sorry."
Fred and his pal hadn't even stuck around, they took off, and it made Trowa sick. How could anyone do this much damage, and just leave. All this time the poor girl lay here, not aware how badly she was hurt, or that her best friend had died. All she could think about was the promise she made to her mother.
It took the ambulance an hour to get to the scene. When they took her from Trowa, he could hear her telling the medics, " I can't go... I promised my mom I'd come home."
He watched them close the doors, closing the eyes as he heard the quick beep go to a flat line. Trowa wanted to hate Fred, and Johnny. He couldn't. He blamed himself, and he blamed Relena.
It was her fault, if she hadn't thrown that wild party, if she hadn't given the two 16 year olds the beer. She killed the girls, not Fred. She should pay for it. No, she would pay for it. He'd make sure of that.
Trowa started laughing. He couldn't handle it... couldn't deal with the words of the girl, repeating over and over in his head. "I'll kill them all," he said quietly, "Every last one person that was there."
Trowa and Heero where just leaving a party Relena had invited them to. It wasn't really their type of party, well, no type of party was, but they didn't think she would ever throw one like this. Loud music, beer, stuff like that. Just didn't seem like Relena. One thing they had noticed, was two of the guys, Fred and Johnny, had had about three or four beers each.
"You better follow them, just in case," Heero said to Trowa, as they got ready to leave. Trowa nodded, starting up his motorcycle.
Relena's party wasn't the only going on in the Sanq kingdom that Friday night. A girl named Debbie had a little party of her own. Mary Lou and Jessie had been invited, and were just leaving.
"Be careful!" Debbie called after them as Mary Lou pulled off.
Trowa was following behind the two guys, who were going pretty fast. Too fast, he thought, to be planning on stopping at the stop sign ahead. Hopefully, no one else would be trying to get through on the crossroad.
Mary Lou was talking to Jessie about her boyfriend. She was so excited that her eyes weren't on the road, or she would have seen Fred's car. By the time Jessie screamed, "MARY LOU LOOK OUT!" it was too late.
Fred's car crashed into Mary Lou's broadside. She went flying through the windshield, and ended up in the grass on the opposite side of the street, dead. Jessie's door popped open, causing her to fall out. Her leg got caught beneath the car, and she was dragged along with the car as it skidded across the street, her body mashed between the curb and the car, then flung into the ditch on the side of the road.
Trowa jumped off his bike, running to the ditch were Jessie had been tossed. He pulled her out of the ditch onto the dry grass. Her leg looked like a slab of ground hamburger meat. The bone, the flesh, all of it was crushed and mashed together, yet it wasn't bleeding.
All around them people were yelling and screaming, for someone to call an ambulance. Quietly, Trowa laid her head in his lap, trying to comfort her.
Jessie didn't even sound like herself, more like a helpless little girl. "I... I can't go, I promised my mom I'd come home tonight. I can't go." Trowa stroked her hair, "I'm sorry," he said softly.
Over and over the girl repeated, "I can't go anywhere, I promised... I promised my mom I'd be home." All Trowa could manage to say was, "I'm sorry."
Fred and his pal hadn't even stuck around, they took off, and it made Trowa sick. How could anyone do this much damage, and just leave. All this time the poor girl lay here, not aware how badly she was hurt, or that her best friend had died. All she could think about was the promise she made to her mother.
It took the ambulance an hour to get to the scene. When they took her from Trowa, he could hear her telling the medics, " I can't go... I promised my mom I'd come home."
He watched them close the doors, closing the eyes as he heard the quick beep go to a flat line. Trowa wanted to hate Fred, and Johnny. He couldn't. He blamed himself, and he blamed Relena.
It was her fault, if she hadn't thrown that wild party, if she hadn't given the two 16 year olds the beer. She killed the girls, not Fred. She should pay for it. No, she would pay for it. He'd make sure of that.
Trowa started laughing. He couldn't handle it... couldn't deal with the words of the girl, repeating over and over in his head. "I'll kill them all," he said quietly, "Every last one person that was there."