Title: Far off Heaven
Author: Black Pheonix
Summery: Shinigami's back, cranky and he wants his cookie. Some idea's taken from Legion, sequal to, "The Exorsist."
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the people who spent all those nerve wracking hours peicing it together frame by frame. I am just here to Torment the pilots now that the war is over and they have nothing to do.
Warnings: Angst, Relena death, Pilot tormenting, eventual yaoi and lemon. Language. No pairings as of yet.
PLEASE R&R!!
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~~~Prologue~~~
"I'm a horse. SEA horse!! Drowning slowly, quickly, slowly!" The cry rang out down the halls, again and again, drowning out the peaceful music that filtered throughout the wards of the asylum. The matron nurses plugged their ears against the same old dribble heard daily from that cell is the west quarter, driving everyone slowly to madness, or in the employees case, early retirement. The orderlies watched their backs, terrified that their employer would be proven wrong about the guy down there. That He would get out.
"Butterflies and candy drops. I'm coming to get you!" A maniacal laugh trailed down the empty corridors, sending a shiver down the backs of those that are within hearing distance.
"I'm out! I'm out! Beware! Beware!"
One of the nursed promptly excused herself, bolting down the hall to the elevator calling over her shoulder about a coffee break before she disappeared around the corner.
Relena Peacecraft, the head nurse, shook her head with a sigh. This was not the first time that 'Shinigami', or whatever he called himself, had scared one of the nurses into a quick departure.
The soft tap of slipper clad feet did not alarm Relena in any way. Thinking it was probably just one of those poor kids in the open ward coming to ask for some small trinket to play with or story time.
A soft breeze whispered through the front office, sending another shiver down Relena's spine. But what scared her most was the what was carried on that breeze: a soft, barely audible masculine voice and the rancid stench of death.
"I'm free! I'm out! WATCH OUT!" With the last words screamed out, Ms.Peacecraft whirled to face her doom. Shinigami was there, scythe in hand and manacles still firmly attached to his ankles and wrists, the chains broken clean through.
Her scream was never given a chance to well into her throat, Shinigami struck. With a deadly sweeping arch, he brought the black metallic blade down across the side of Relena's neck, severing the vital appendage from the rest of her body. The body toppling to the floor with a dull thud and wet slap upon contact with the blood that had already accumulated below, her severed head soon following to land in the puddle. Eyes wide and mouth open, an expression of the purest horror forever etched into Relena's youthful face.
A soft 'tsk, tsk, tsk' filled the shocked silence as the metal sang from the whip of a cloth as Shinigami cared for his precious blade.
Outside the office, everything progressed as usual: the music hummed the children to sleep, the blank t.v. screen entertained the mindless and the only thing out of place was the indeterminable foot prints made by slippers, drying blood and the streak of something being dragged across the floor, leaving the area to vanish into the floor within the exiting corridor.
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AN: Well everyone? Tell me watcha think! Should I continue?
Black Pheonix
Author: Black Pheonix
Summery: Shinigami's back, cranky and he wants his cookie. Some idea's taken from Legion, sequal to, "The Exorsist."
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me, it belongs to the people who spent all those nerve wracking hours peicing it together frame by frame. I am just here to Torment the pilots now that the war is over and they have nothing to do.
Warnings: Angst, Relena death, Pilot tormenting, eventual yaoi and lemon. Language. No pairings as of yet.
PLEASE R&R!!
insert pic here
~~~Prologue~~~
"I'm a horse. SEA horse!! Drowning slowly, quickly, slowly!" The cry rang out down the halls, again and again, drowning out the peaceful music that filtered throughout the wards of the asylum. The matron nurses plugged their ears against the same old dribble heard daily from that cell is the west quarter, driving everyone slowly to madness, or in the employees case, early retirement. The orderlies watched their backs, terrified that their employer would be proven wrong about the guy down there. That He would get out.
"Butterflies and candy drops. I'm coming to get you!" A maniacal laugh trailed down the empty corridors, sending a shiver down the backs of those that are within hearing distance.
"I'm out! I'm out! Beware! Beware!"
One of the nursed promptly excused herself, bolting down the hall to the elevator calling over her shoulder about a coffee break before she disappeared around the corner.
Relena Peacecraft, the head nurse, shook her head with a sigh. This was not the first time that 'Shinigami', or whatever he called himself, had scared one of the nurses into a quick departure.
The soft tap of slipper clad feet did not alarm Relena in any way. Thinking it was probably just one of those poor kids in the open ward coming to ask for some small trinket to play with or story time.
A soft breeze whispered through the front office, sending another shiver down Relena's spine. But what scared her most was the what was carried on that breeze: a soft, barely audible masculine voice and the rancid stench of death.
"I'm free! I'm out! WATCH OUT!" With the last words screamed out, Ms.Peacecraft whirled to face her doom. Shinigami was there, scythe in hand and manacles still firmly attached to his ankles and wrists, the chains broken clean through.
Her scream was never given a chance to well into her throat, Shinigami struck. With a deadly sweeping arch, he brought the black metallic blade down across the side of Relena's neck, severing the vital appendage from the rest of her body. The body toppling to the floor with a dull thud and wet slap upon contact with the blood that had already accumulated below, her severed head soon following to land in the puddle. Eyes wide and mouth open, an expression of the purest horror forever etched into Relena's youthful face.
A soft 'tsk, tsk, tsk' filled the shocked silence as the metal sang from the whip of a cloth as Shinigami cared for his precious blade.
Outside the office, everything progressed as usual: the music hummed the children to sleep, the blank t.v. screen entertained the mindless and the only thing out of place was the indeterminable foot prints made by slippers, drying blood and the streak of something being dragged across the floor, leaving the area to vanish into the floor within the exiting corridor.
@------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ------ ---- ---------- ------@
AN: Well everyone? Tell me watcha think! Should I continue?
Black Pheonix