And the Pools Were as Blood...
Chapter 5: Adoption
Disclaimer: Hah! I didn't forget it this time! I don't own Gundam Wing, and never will.
A tall blond man looked sadly upon the rubble that had once been a crowded, decent water park. The destruction of the tourist attraction was totally unnecessary — and it was all his fault.
Odin Lowe supposed assassins like himself further destroyed the peace that was nearly not even there, but he couldn't back away; he was the very best at what he did. His latest job was to assassinate a man called General Peters, one of the easiest jobs he'd been offered. The security was atrocious and the guards useless, but once General Peter's armies found their leader dead and his assailant escaping, they flew into an amazingly intense rage.
They chased Odin out of their headquarters and into the water park, where they blindly proceeded to destroy everything. Grenades were thrown, guns were fired, punches and kicks were launched, and Odin Lowe concluded that they'd completely forgotten about him as he watched from the shadows.
Odin watched the whole massacre from his unnoticed corner, watched as hysterical mothers grabbed their children and ran, watched as the water in the pool turned red with blood. It was a horrible sight. Odin was an assassin, he could watch his targets die with no remorse at all. While most of the men he killed, he did so with good reason, some he didn't...and he dearly regretted taking their lives. But it was so HARD to watch all those innocent people and children die. General Peter's army had no right to inflict so much pain on such a happy place.
At least thirty minutes of wandering through corpses and Odin still hadn't found any survivors. Those soldiers were very thorough with their dirty work...even the people hiding in locker rooms and on the other side of the fence were dead. Of course, once the locker rooms caught on fire, it was rather difficult to stay hidden for long...
Odin looked down for a moment and stared at a dead child, her wide eyes open and blank. She had a bullet wound in her chest, and her flowery bathing suit was soaked through with blood. So young...too young. Civilian casualties were unavoidable during war, so he should be used to it by now...but he wasn't.
Odin suddenly felt a prickling at the back of his neck, as if he was being watched. He whirled around, eyes wild, searching for the source of his discomfort. It took him a while to finally notice the little boy sitting Indian-style next to a heap of Japanese people...a young man and woman and two other children. The little boy had his big blue eyes trained on Odin.
Odin walked over, amazed that he had actually found a survivor. The boy was very young, maybe two years old, and surprisingly unscathed. When he saw Odin moving towards him, he scooted closer to the heap of corpses. Odin felt his throat tighten as he realized they were probably his family.
The toddler looked up at Odin and put a finger to his lips.
"They're sleepin'. Don' wake em up!" he whispered.
Odin cringed.
"Yeah...they're sleeping. Let's let them rest now, okay? Why don't you come with me?" Odin reached his hand out to the little boy, who looked at it skeptically.
"Mommy said I shoudn' go wif sum'un I don' know."
"We could get ice cream..." Odin said slyly as the toddler's face lit up.
"Ice cweam! Oh-kay" He leapt up and grabbed Odin's hand excitedly. "Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!" he whispered loudly to his "sleeping" parents. "Bye Moe-na, bye Reesy!" He turned to Odin and grinned happily. Odin cringed again, sad that the little boy would never be able to come back to his family.
Don't worry, little one, I'm sure that wherever your family is right now, they're looking after you. I'll look after you; we'll survive this together.' He couldn't help but smile as the little boy that nearly had to stand on tiptoe to reach his arm started swinging their hands as they walked. They walked out of the water park and down the sidewalk, swinging their hands, just as the sirens of ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars filled the air, and never turned back.
The End
I can't believe it took me so long to finish this stinkin' story! I'll try not to be as lazy in the future...So how badly did it stink? Was it decent? Or was it unbearably stupid? Well, whatever you think, please tell me! It REALLY doesn't take much time to review!
For anyone who cares, I FINALLY finished mapping out my Relena fic, I'll hopefully have Ch1 ready soon. I'm also working on another Heero story, and I'll put the prologue up as soon as I think of a decent title. Anyways, thanks for reading!!!
Cheers, Fyerbelle(the spastic anime otaku)
