Author's Notes: Okay people, no need for threats anymore, I am updating Black Heart Wounded Soul! This chapter will be quite short, but I am already planning the fourth, which should be out soon, well, sooner than this update! ^.^;;;

Thankyou to all my reviwers ara! Sorry I can not mention you all now, will do in next chapter!

Black Heart Wounded Soul Part Three- Points of Authority.

"Sir!" The young soldier saluted to his superior upon entering the room. The other stared silently out upon the inexperienced warrior from night's moon kissed shadows. "Project C983F has been successfully executed on pilot Zero-One, he has no recollection of the pilot Zero-Two, otherwise known as Duo Maxwell."

Silence as thick as a curtain echoed in the chill laboratory and the soldier shifted slightly under the piercing stare of his official. "You have removed him from this place and taken him to the allocated position, I take it?" A quiet whisper, one of dead leaves hissed through the silence causing the soldier to stand abruptly to attention.

"Yes sir!"

"Excellent, you have done well but you are no longer needed." With the speed of a striking snake, a gun emerged and was fired. A strangled cry left the dying soldier's throat as he fell, clutching desperately at the one object that kept his heart beating throughout war. A simple thing: a photograph. A portrait of his family. A family he would never lay eyes on again.

With a self-satisfied smirk from the superior to the now-dead soldier, the man stepped down from his perch; his eyes narrowing as he bent down to retrieve the picture from his dead soldier's hand. He stared, captivated at the smiling people dressed in bright clothing in the picture. Bright colours that now mocked him. He scowled as his heart hardened and the grimace contorted his proud features.

"No Zero-Two, you cannot have contentment, peace and prosperity. Your Zero-One does not remember you and when the time is right he shall destroy you." Again the evil twist of lips occurred on the man's face. "Also this unborn child of yours aggravates me, we shall have to arrange a premature birth for our little angel won't we?"

The man's evil smirk fledged in to a maniacal grin as he pictured the future. A dazzling future. A future with no taunting nightmares that involved the God of Death…

TBC…