I want to thank everyone who responded again. Sorry about the dead
ends…….I'm known for that sort of thing….ask my friends! Well….Anyway….as
usual, I must say that I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the characters
associated with it. Sad, I know. But please don't sue seeing as to how it's
likely you'd only get my dog…….On with the story!!
Ghost of Duo
This version by Buzz-chan
WHY?
It was scrolled across the wall in all of its 3-lettered horridness. Heero couldn't help but stare at the red lettering. Who could have done such a thing? Who could break into this place of memories and desecrate it as such?
As the initial shock wore off, Heero became angry. His fist curled into a ball as he walked across the room. Drawing his fist back, Heero swung at the wall. It took him a few seconds to remove his throbbing hand from the hole, but when he did, it was not pretty. Heero went to the dusty bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit. Popping his broken fingers back into place, he bandaged his hand.
When he walked back to the dinning room, Heero thought he noticed a blemish on another wall. Hn. That's new. His curiosity got the better of him and Heero walked to the blemish. He stopped at a table and grabbed a candle. After lighting it, he continued to stare at the blemish. It was red. A flash of lightning temporarily blinded Heero. He tried to focus on the red spot but there was something odd about it. It seemed to be growing.
In only a few seconds it began to take on a shape. Heero silently watched. His pulse increased as he recognized the figure. Heero knew what it was going to be. He didn't need to watch the red seep through the wall to spell out that word that had haunted him since it was last formed on the lips of his beloved. When the question was finished, Heero turned his back to the wall.
The candlelight flickered in an eerie direction and in a matter of seconds, the 4 walls were filled with the ghostly graffiti. It looked as if someone had a case of red spray paint and a little too much time on their hands.
"Heero..." The whisper carried throughout the room.
"Who's there?" The Perfect Soldier seemed unfazed. A cold breeze made the hairs on the back of Heero's neck stand on end. A flash of lightning lit the room and was followed by a crackling boom of thunder. Heero thought he saw a shadow in the doorway so he whipped the candle in that general direction. He found nothing.
"Answer me damn it!" He shouted at the empty house, which only creaked from old age in reply. What am I doing shouting at an empty house? Soldiers aren't afraid. We show no fear. There is nothing here to be afraid of. There is nothing *anywhere* to be afraid of.
"Heero..." a cold wind blew against Heero, making an involuntary shutter travel up his spine.
"Why did I come back here? There is nothing for me to see," Heero became angry with himself. He took one step toward the door when a knife levitated off of the table and flew past his head. Another cold wind snuffed out his candle.
Ghost of Duo
This version by Buzz-chan
WHY?
It was scrolled across the wall in all of its 3-lettered horridness. Heero couldn't help but stare at the red lettering. Who could have done such a thing? Who could break into this place of memories and desecrate it as such?
As the initial shock wore off, Heero became angry. His fist curled into a ball as he walked across the room. Drawing his fist back, Heero swung at the wall. It took him a few seconds to remove his throbbing hand from the hole, but when he did, it was not pretty. Heero went to the dusty bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit. Popping his broken fingers back into place, he bandaged his hand.
When he walked back to the dinning room, Heero thought he noticed a blemish on another wall. Hn. That's new. His curiosity got the better of him and Heero walked to the blemish. He stopped at a table and grabbed a candle. After lighting it, he continued to stare at the blemish. It was red. A flash of lightning temporarily blinded Heero. He tried to focus on the red spot but there was something odd about it. It seemed to be growing.
In only a few seconds it began to take on a shape. Heero silently watched. His pulse increased as he recognized the figure. Heero knew what it was going to be. He didn't need to watch the red seep through the wall to spell out that word that had haunted him since it was last formed on the lips of his beloved. When the question was finished, Heero turned his back to the wall.
The candlelight flickered in an eerie direction and in a matter of seconds, the 4 walls were filled with the ghostly graffiti. It looked as if someone had a case of red spray paint and a little too much time on their hands.
"Heero..." The whisper carried throughout the room.
"Who's there?" The Perfect Soldier seemed unfazed. A cold breeze made the hairs on the back of Heero's neck stand on end. A flash of lightning lit the room and was followed by a crackling boom of thunder. Heero thought he saw a shadow in the doorway so he whipped the candle in that general direction. He found nothing.
"Answer me damn it!" He shouted at the empty house, which only creaked from old age in reply. What am I doing shouting at an empty house? Soldiers aren't afraid. We show no fear. There is nothing here to be afraid of. There is nothing *anywhere* to be afraid of.
"Heero..." a cold wind blew against Heero, making an involuntary shutter travel up his spine.
"Why did I come back here? There is nothing for me to see," Heero became angry with himself. He took one step toward the door when a knife levitated off of the table and flew past his head. Another cold wind snuffed out his candle.