The Perfect Soldier
By
Demon Angel Fyre
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. This is written solely for the delight of my readers (hopefully.)
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I am The Perfect Soldier. That is what I am. What I always have been; always will be. I don't remember how to be anything else. I have blocked my past, before the training, from my memory. It is better, no.... easier to forget. To forget the laughter, the happiness, the emotions.
Emotions. Hn.
Things I am better off without. They pop up at the worst times: times when they really aren't needed. They serve only to distract me from my work. My training taught me how to shut them off, how to push them out of my mind.
Training.
That was the most horrific period of my life. Late at night the memories appear, as bright as day. Memories of drills and assignments of destruction. Memories of my teachers and my torturers. Memories of terrible darkness and pain. That time made me what I am today, a human being with no heart and no soul. I have no reason to live.
The wars are over.
The only time that I have any purpose is gone with a simple explosion. Now, I drift aimlessly, waiting for when I will be called into battle again. I cannot conform to the times. My training never equipped me with that skill. But I must, if I am to survive in a world of peace.
I am The Perfect Soldier. That is what I am. What I always have been; always will be.
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Author's Note: This idea came to me after reading "Worthless" by Cola the Sapphire Goddess, "The Perfect Soldier's Lament" by Sailor Saturn and "If they could see" by Cyberwolf. Those were great stories, guys.
I don't think this is one of my better pieces. Everyone: Review, please. Until next time!
By
Demon Angel Fyre
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. This is written solely for the delight of my readers (hopefully.)
********
I am The Perfect Soldier. That is what I am. What I always have been; always will be. I don't remember how to be anything else. I have blocked my past, before the training, from my memory. It is better, no.... easier to forget. To forget the laughter, the happiness, the emotions.
Emotions. Hn.
Things I am better off without. They pop up at the worst times: times when they really aren't needed. They serve only to distract me from my work. My training taught me how to shut them off, how to push them out of my mind.
Training.
That was the most horrific period of my life. Late at night the memories appear, as bright as day. Memories of drills and assignments of destruction. Memories of my teachers and my torturers. Memories of terrible darkness and pain. That time made me what I am today, a human being with no heart and no soul. I have no reason to live.
The wars are over.
The only time that I have any purpose is gone with a simple explosion. Now, I drift aimlessly, waiting for when I will be called into battle again. I cannot conform to the times. My training never equipped me with that skill. But I must, if I am to survive in a world of peace.
I am The Perfect Soldier. That is what I am. What I always have been; always will be.
*********
Author's Note: This idea came to me after reading "Worthless" by Cola the Sapphire Goddess, "The Perfect Soldier's Lament" by Sailor Saturn and "If they could see" by Cyberwolf. Those were great stories, guys.
I don't think this is one of my better pieces. Everyone: Review, please. Until next time!