Ok peeps, this is a story about Duo's past. I don't Own Gundam Wing, although if I could...
*Blissful look on face*
Duo's Past
Duo ran down the streets in the pouring rain, Tears streaked down his face and
eyes red from crying. No one would notice though, because of the rain, and because that
no one cared about a little orphan boy from the streets in a big colony filled with
Terror, murder, drunks,....and orphans.
Lots of them.
For all they knew, or cared, He could have just been a rape victim, or stolen something.
The People didn't care about a little orphan boy.
The Alliance was in the area. It Wasn't uncommon for something to be destroyed or killed
while they were here.
But the boy, Duo, wasn't running from that.
He was running because his entire life had just been crushed to pieces before his very eyes.
The People in the town paid no mind to the Older boy about two blocks down, Blood streaming
from a bullet hole in his back, Eyes fixed on something that had been there
when he had died, his mouth forming the word 'Run'. It was natural,
almost natures way in the town, that the people that had killed him, to be searching his
pockets for valuables, like thieves in a house or vultures on a dead carcass, so the people
didn't care.
THAT was why he was running.
~End Chapter one~
Ok people, that's Chapter one. Hope you like it!!!!
And if you've read the story before, I GREATLY apologize for the amount of misspellings. I didn't look up when I was typing, and I published it right after I typed it. Gomen guys!
*Blissful look on face*
Duo's Past
Duo ran down the streets in the pouring rain, Tears streaked down his face and
eyes red from crying. No one would notice though, because of the rain, and because that
no one cared about a little orphan boy from the streets in a big colony filled with
Terror, murder, drunks,....and orphans.
Lots of them.
For all they knew, or cared, He could have just been a rape victim, or stolen something.
The People didn't care about a little orphan boy.
The Alliance was in the area. It Wasn't uncommon for something to be destroyed or killed
while they were here.
But the boy, Duo, wasn't running from that.
He was running because his entire life had just been crushed to pieces before his very eyes.
The People in the town paid no mind to the Older boy about two blocks down, Blood streaming
from a bullet hole in his back, Eyes fixed on something that had been there
when he had died, his mouth forming the word 'Run'. It was natural,
almost natures way in the town, that the people that had killed him, to be searching his
pockets for valuables, like thieves in a house or vultures on a dead carcass, so the people
didn't care.
THAT was why he was running.
~End Chapter one~
Ok people, that's Chapter one. Hope you like it!!!!
And if you've read the story before, I GREATLY apologize for the amount of misspellings. I didn't look up when I was typing, and I published it right after I typed it. Gomen guys!