The Last Mission

The solitary figure drifted through the compound. Cold and hard, it once again lived as a child of darkness.

It moved easily, implacably, through the base. Every step planned, every moment choreographed. Like an angel of death it paused at each doorway just for an instant before moving on to the next. However, unlike the legendary Angel of Death, it spared no one. It marked its own doors, passed over every house.

The seemingly random pattern of the shadows movements soon assorted itself into a circular path moving inexorably inwards, towards the center and the main command block.

The guard was surprised when a piece of living darkness detached itself from the wall. He didn't make a sound as he died; the dark wraith flowed to the man's partner, who managed to give a single cry of alarm before he too was taken by Death.

That cry however echoed loudly in the still night air.

"Intruder!"

Shit.

***

I no longer have to worry about stealth. My only concern now is speed. I have to get the rest of the explosives planted before I die.

I know my mission and it will be my last, and, ironically, the first I've ever done by my own free will. It's a simple strategy. All I have to do is destroy this organization. Then I will die.

I start at a ground-eating lope. Moving as fast as I dare while still conserving my strength. An order for a complete grounds search has been given. I have no doubt that they will find me soon, but I'm not yet sure they know what it is they're catching.

They have so much to pay for. There were thousands at that conference they bombed. Thousands of innocents died along with the delegates…Quatre among them. Not one survived. And Relena…. Anger boils within me accompanied by total despair. I could not save her then. But in that one strike they destroyed any reason I might have had to ignore them. I didn't want to kill anymore…I promised myself I wouldn't have too. Everyone else is gone now though. Trowa's the only other one alive, and he's still dealing with the loss of his sister. This same group killed her too. They killed Relena, and in doing so they destroyed any possible chance for mercy.

I shake my head to clear my mind of such thoughts. I don't have time to dwell on that. Today they will pay. Today…today we were to be married. No! I caution myself against too much reflection of the past. It destroys me, weakens me…like she once did. No…her love made me strong.

They've found me now. I feel a bullet bite into my thigh; another hits my shoulder. And I do the only thing I can think of. I turn off the pain and keep moving. I don't bother even considering turning on those shooting. I can't waste time on pointless fights. We're all going to die anyway.

I can see them trying to flank me. They have something planned. I don't see any point in trying to figure it out. I'm too close to my goal and I just can't take the time.

Then the wall beside me explodes. I'm thrown into a wall by the force of the blast. My left arm is useless now; it's dislocated and covered in burns, along with the rest of me. There's a door right beside where I'm lying. Good enough.

I stagger into the room, every part of me hurts. My legs give up on me and I collapse into the corner of the room, breathing hard, trying to regain control. I can see figures moving in the flames outside the door. They'll enter soon and I won't be caught like this. I force tired legs to stand and prop myself up in the corner. Simply to stubborn to lie down and die.

A small troop of soldiers enters cautiously. They spread out in front of my corner, blocking all escape, leaving me no other alternative. In other words; effectively sealing their fate.

I smirk.

***

I don't get it. The boy is just standing there in the corner. He's not making a single move to fight or run. He's just standing there, smirking slightly.

I step towards him, menacing him with the gun. We had been told that he was dangerous but…come on! He looked 12!

"Give it up boy…we've won." He looks up at my words, and pushes himself off the wall. I look at him curiously. Something in his manner just changed. He no longer looks like a child, half-dead from bullet wounds, burns and exhaustion. Now he just looks deadly.

"No…" Though his body trembled fatigue his eyes still glittered in the flickering firelight. "You haven't won." His head came up and he stood tall, all the pain and exhaustion seemed to leave his body.

"I'm not dead yet…"

He raised his arm and locked eyes with me. In his eyes I saw death.

***

Man and boy locked gazes as the boy pressed the small red button in his hand.

The room rumbled as explosions ripped through the complex. Beginning on the out perimeter the firestorm ripped though the base, burning everything in its path. Engulfing everything hells fire. At the center it burned the brightest and for a moment the spawn of darkness became a creature of light,

"Hello, my friends…Relena…today's our wedding day"

Mission…complete.

~~~end~~~

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