Nothing Else Matters
Chapter Thirteen
"I Stand Alone…"
By: Dark Mousy
I've told you this once,
Before you controlled me.
If you try to take me down,
You're going to break.
I feel your every NOTHING,
Like you did before me.
I'm thinking you are the failure on the way.
Lightning split the sky, directly over the manor in which Treize lived. The flashing light illuminated the pasty complexion of the outer walls, and lighted the slightly reddish color on the Mediterranean style of the roof. From what he could see, it was guard-free, completely… But he knew that was only because of the other gadgets he had all around the house.
Zechs stood by the outer gate, examining with sharp eyes. Hidden in the so well-placed palm trees were machine guns complete with laser sight, in which he noticed when the lightning illuminated past the trees. There were a few lights on in the manor, but knowing the place from the one time he had been in there, Suzuka would either be held down in the 'Interrogation' chamber… Or his bedroom…
The Lightning Count slowly reached into his uniformed pocket, and pulled out a grenade-like object. He examined his surroundings one more time, pulled the pin, and threw it into the grass on the other side of the fence.
Immediately, the gas was released, and despite the rain, the laser beams could be seen well. Four layers, from the looks of it, and one false move would get him shot.
"If only Treize had a warmer invitation…" He mused, while he grabbed a small can from the pocket of his uniform, along with another small lighted device. He was able to hop the gate without any problems, knowing exactly which footholds to take and which ones would trigger the alarms. He had studied every detail perfectly… And he just hoped that nothing drastic had changed.
The rain seemed to only fall harder, as the morning was slowly approaching. The gas grenade was slowly beginning to lose its steady stream and the daylight would make it impossible to see the beams. However, he finally spotted what he was looking for, nicely nestled into one of the palm trees containing a gun. The mother panel for the laser beams.
Despite the pouring rain, the sun, of all days, was beginning to rear its ugly head over the horizon. Already, the gas was beginning to go out and the laser beams were becoming less and less visible. He began to work fast, and found that his fingers kept fumbling.
In frustration, the elite soldier tore off his gloves, and was then able to use the small device skillfully. He attached it to the box, and looked to his watch, in which when the red light on the device began to blink, he pressed the timer on his watch.
The first set of beams went out. He took a step, and was now face to face with the second set of beams in which he could no longer see. His watch beeped, and he held his breath as he took another step. Two sets of beams were aside, two more to go.
Beep.
Step.
Beep.
Step.
Zechs was about to breathe a sigh of release, when a single piece of his hair fell in the way of the beams. All hell seemed to break loose at that precise moment.
He ran forward, with the mud from the grass getting onto what once was white pants. The patio was in sight, and if he could just make it…
He heard shouting above him, deep shouting, from the inside guards whom he had managed to awaken. He grimaced as he felt a bullet graze his shoulder, but with a single last stride he was able to skid onto the patio, and the only thing to break his fall was the concrete… Which was not very merciful.
When he got up, slowly, and dejectedly tried to dust himself off, he found himself surrounded by twelve guns, cocked and ready. With only one glance of his eyes, he was able to count them, and able to see if they were properly loaded.
They were.
He knew this was a no win situation.
I stand alone.
Inside.
I. Stand alone.
It was then that he remembered the timing device he left on the panel board. He slowly brought his hands together in front of him, showing them his sign of submission, as his eyes stayed focused and narrowed. As one of them began to move forward, he pressed the tiny-little button that was never supposed to be pressed.
Also known as the detonation button.
He, along with the guards, fell to the floor from the afterwave of the attack. The machine guns had been thrown off their places, and were now shooting bullets in every direction…
Author's Note: Man, this chapter sucked. Muse Mariachi bids you hello. Since he is my new muse, I still haven't gotten the basics plotted out with him and so, this chapter is a result of the suckiness. But hey, you're all creative, right? Use your imaginations and elaborate!
Oh! And I realized that I have no disclaimers what so ever on this story, at all, so, here goes.
Zechs Merquise and Twilight Suzuka don't belong to me, they belong to their rightful owners, I lay no claim, I get no money, I have no life, and so I write this crap assed story that has potential but I ruin it with my crap assed writing ability. . Anyway, the song Nothing Else Matters was written and performed by Metallica and I lay no claim, blah blah, any other songs that are used in this story are not mine, they are their respective owner's, I lay no claim, I make no money, I have no life. So on and so forth.
The bits of song used in this chapter and what will be used in the next chapter is Godsmack's "I Stand Alone", the theme song for the Scorpion King.
Yes, I know the lyrics are bad. Gimme a break, I can't understand what he's saying and there are no lyrics on the internet as of yet. Questions? Comments? Ask and I'll e-mail you. No flames, please, I've already established the suckiness of the story and I don't need to be reminded of it.
Once I get past this part the later chapters will be much better.
And I'm going to revise the entire thing later, on top of that.
Ciao!
