I got bboorreeddd again! Heh.. After playing 2 hours of Diablo, my head
started hurting.. So I decided I'll relax and write the next chapter.. Dun
expect it to be long though :P I'm ttiirrreedd hehe. Rmember, I need 50
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DISCLAIMER: I don't…..
~~~~~Duo P.O.V~~~~
I was crystal clear, sharp and alert.
I was in town, unknowing of how I got there.. But only that I was there….
And lost.
Frustration was building up higher and higher, and being lost only made it worse. Along with the fact I had to sneak through every freaking alleyway because of Oz.
That's it.
I rushed out of the current shadowed alley, and straight into the street, a gun held tightly in my hand.
There.
And OZ patrol unit. A car.
It seemed as if I had no control over my actions… And I didn't want to. For once I wanted to do what I wanted to do.. And not spend my time trying to help other worthless causes.
With those thoughts, I leapt in front of the vehicle and lifted my gun straight towards the wind shield.
"Hey kid! What are you doing?" The driver called. "He's got a gun!" I heard one of the ones in the back.
Without hesitation, I lunged onto the truck, shot directly through the windshield and into the drivers head. Blood lashed a complex spider web onto the glass, as the guy died before he even had time to think.
The other's were seemingly frozen, so I in turn shot them in the head, one by one. Just like the hungry spider, killing the helpless flies.
Before long, I left the ghost car, leaving behind the bodies of six men.
I still wasn't through.
I walked ten blocks before another patrol car was found. A jeep.
I managed to shoot the driver first, through the neck, which resulted in the spraying of blood upon the faces of the ones in back.
As they whipped their face, I shot one straight in the chest and turned to glance to the other three.
They had grabbed their guns.
And they fired.
With a leap to the side, I managed to avoid all but one. The one that lashed it's way through the top of my right arm, and continued through the back of it.
I didn't care.
Narrowing my eyes, I took action swiftly, shooting the one whom had managed to hit me.
And that's when I ran out of bullets.
Cursing, I rushed to the side, as they began to shoot once more, ducking beside a wall where I unzipped my backpack and pulled out a grenade.
"Yes! We are being attacked by an unknown teenager.. Long brown braid, black clothes….Around 5 foot….." The person on the radio phone was cut off as my grenade made its explosion.
I grinned.
No own could stop me.
All of them used to think it was easy.. Easy to kill someone that was just a goofy baka.
I'm not anymore. It's about time they showed respect. OZ….Heero..Quatre…Trowa…Wufei… They'll all pay.
I slept that night in an alleyway, ignoring my arm, which bled continuously. I awoke to feel drowsy, light headed, my brain faded in fog.
I didn't care.
I didn't care about anything anymore. All I wanted to do was kill. Kill…Kill…
Fuck this world.
I wandered out, staggering a bit from blood loss. But I ignored it.
Keeping mostly to the alleys, I stayed out of peoples way. I would have shot them.. but I would have easily exhausted my bullets.. And OZ would show up then, and I wouldn't be able to kill them.. As much as I longed to.
So I stayed away from them.
Mid-afternoon came and passed, and the sun began to set once more… And still I wandered.
I leaned against the brick wall of a building, and there I rested. Until night fell.
And I repeated my earlier process.
Only differently this time.
No more guns. That was to easy a death for the likes of them..
I drew my knife.
I targeted the first patrol car. A jeep. Easy in, Easy out.
With a fluid motion, I leaped in, lashing the first guy's throat, and stabbing the other in the head, before they had time to react.
I felt a sharp slam into my left back leg, and turned to see the driver, holding his gun towards me. I kicked it out of his hand and stabbed my knife directly through his heart.
The last thing he saw was my grinning, bloodied face.
I'll kill them all.
I was vaguely aware of me wandering the streets once more. I was limping, my left leg and right arm barely able to move. Like hell if I cared. I didn't seem to feel anything.
I basically dragged myself along the sidewalk, coming to a stop and lowering my head, standing still to clear my brain a bit.
Only then did I hear the voice.
"Hey….You all right?"
She was young, perhaps my age.. Wearing a short navy skirt and a an off- shoulder, long sleeved deep purple shirt. She carried a small bag in her right hand, but I could not make out its contents.
I just stared blankly, before raising my let hand, aiming my gun directly at her head.
I couldn't afford to let someone see me and get away.
She laughed.
"You look as if your dead! Hey.. Don't shoot me all right? Let me help you. Perhaps feed you. And then we can talk about you trying to kill me ok?" She gave a wink with her large, honey brown eyes and walked forward.
I started to pull the trigger…She continued forward.
I snapped my finger back.
Damn. No bullets.
My arm dropped, my eyes closed.
Fuck.
As I lost consciousness, through my foggy feelings, I vaguely witnessed two strong, yet slender arms reaching to catch me, and the concerned glance look upon the face of the girl.
And then everything faded to black.
~~~~~~~~~~~TBC
Yep. Please review and tell me what you think. Sorry if it wasn't that good. Ya know.. It's 1:00 in da morning and I'm ttiirreedd. So dun forget to review! I need 50! By April 19th.. please help me out! Bai!
DISCLAIMER: I don't…..
~~~~~Duo P.O.V~~~~
I was crystal clear, sharp and alert.
I was in town, unknowing of how I got there.. But only that I was there….
And lost.
Frustration was building up higher and higher, and being lost only made it worse. Along with the fact I had to sneak through every freaking alleyway because of Oz.
That's it.
I rushed out of the current shadowed alley, and straight into the street, a gun held tightly in my hand.
There.
And OZ patrol unit. A car.
It seemed as if I had no control over my actions… And I didn't want to. For once I wanted to do what I wanted to do.. And not spend my time trying to help other worthless causes.
With those thoughts, I leapt in front of the vehicle and lifted my gun straight towards the wind shield.
"Hey kid! What are you doing?" The driver called. "He's got a gun!" I heard one of the ones in the back.
Without hesitation, I lunged onto the truck, shot directly through the windshield and into the drivers head. Blood lashed a complex spider web onto the glass, as the guy died before he even had time to think.
The other's were seemingly frozen, so I in turn shot them in the head, one by one. Just like the hungry spider, killing the helpless flies.
Before long, I left the ghost car, leaving behind the bodies of six men.
I still wasn't through.
I walked ten blocks before another patrol car was found. A jeep.
I managed to shoot the driver first, through the neck, which resulted in the spraying of blood upon the faces of the ones in back.
As they whipped their face, I shot one straight in the chest and turned to glance to the other three.
They had grabbed their guns.
And they fired.
With a leap to the side, I managed to avoid all but one. The one that lashed it's way through the top of my right arm, and continued through the back of it.
I didn't care.
Narrowing my eyes, I took action swiftly, shooting the one whom had managed to hit me.
And that's when I ran out of bullets.
Cursing, I rushed to the side, as they began to shoot once more, ducking beside a wall where I unzipped my backpack and pulled out a grenade.
"Yes! We are being attacked by an unknown teenager.. Long brown braid, black clothes….Around 5 foot….." The person on the radio phone was cut off as my grenade made its explosion.
I grinned.
No own could stop me.
All of them used to think it was easy.. Easy to kill someone that was just a goofy baka.
I'm not anymore. It's about time they showed respect. OZ….Heero..Quatre…Trowa…Wufei… They'll all pay.
I slept that night in an alleyway, ignoring my arm, which bled continuously. I awoke to feel drowsy, light headed, my brain faded in fog.
I didn't care.
I didn't care about anything anymore. All I wanted to do was kill. Kill…Kill…
Fuck this world.
I wandered out, staggering a bit from blood loss. But I ignored it.
Keeping mostly to the alleys, I stayed out of peoples way. I would have shot them.. but I would have easily exhausted my bullets.. And OZ would show up then, and I wouldn't be able to kill them.. As much as I longed to.
So I stayed away from them.
Mid-afternoon came and passed, and the sun began to set once more… And still I wandered.
I leaned against the brick wall of a building, and there I rested. Until night fell.
And I repeated my earlier process.
Only differently this time.
No more guns. That was to easy a death for the likes of them..
I drew my knife.
I targeted the first patrol car. A jeep. Easy in, Easy out.
With a fluid motion, I leaped in, lashing the first guy's throat, and stabbing the other in the head, before they had time to react.
I felt a sharp slam into my left back leg, and turned to see the driver, holding his gun towards me. I kicked it out of his hand and stabbed my knife directly through his heart.
The last thing he saw was my grinning, bloodied face.
I'll kill them all.
I was vaguely aware of me wandering the streets once more. I was limping, my left leg and right arm barely able to move. Like hell if I cared. I didn't seem to feel anything.
I basically dragged myself along the sidewalk, coming to a stop and lowering my head, standing still to clear my brain a bit.
Only then did I hear the voice.
"Hey….You all right?"
She was young, perhaps my age.. Wearing a short navy skirt and a an off- shoulder, long sleeved deep purple shirt. She carried a small bag in her right hand, but I could not make out its contents.
I just stared blankly, before raising my let hand, aiming my gun directly at her head.
I couldn't afford to let someone see me and get away.
She laughed.
"You look as if your dead! Hey.. Don't shoot me all right? Let me help you. Perhaps feed you. And then we can talk about you trying to kill me ok?" She gave a wink with her large, honey brown eyes and walked forward.
I started to pull the trigger…She continued forward.
I snapped my finger back.
Damn. No bullets.
My arm dropped, my eyes closed.
Fuck.
As I lost consciousness, through my foggy feelings, I vaguely witnessed two strong, yet slender arms reaching to catch me, and the concerned glance look upon the face of the girl.
And then everything faded to black.
~~~~~~~~~~~TBC
Yep. Please review and tell me what you think. Sorry if it wasn't that good. Ya know.. It's 1:00 in da morning and I'm ttiirreedd. So dun forget to review! I need 50! By April 19th.. please help me out! Bai!