Hi again! I'm back for the time being-evil school and work! CURSE YOU!
*Waves fist in the air* Anywho, I want to thank all who reviewed my story.
I get happy knowing people like my stuff : ) But I agree with you Usako,
the episode didn't show as much as I wished it should for Gren and Vicious!
That's why I had to write the story, to give what could have happened
between them! As for Blade the Outlaw, maybe.maybe.For Kaze no Iisuto,
*Jumps up and down with fans* HOORAY! HOORAY FOR VICIOUS AND GREN! HOORAY!
LOL! And Last, Amanda, their will always be more Gren and no Gren bashing!
Enjoy!
All I can do is fight, And pray that it ends. But if you're next to me, I pray that it never will.
It had been 5 months since I started fighting on Titan. Though time was never on our side, I just assumed and hoped I was right. The battle intensified each day, never giving us a chance to sleep. The soldiers started to become weak and insane from the war, and were slowly losing their spirit. One by one, our army was becoming nothing. The enemy had clearly out numbered us; there was no way of wining this war. But as we were about to give up hope, one was not about to give in. Vicious charged into the battle and fought his way to the front. None of us could believe what was happening as we watched him slaughter man after man with his sword and gun. I smiled at his bravery and before I knew it, I was charging in shooting the soldiers down. And soon after, the men followed our actions and dove into the battlefield as well. It seemed like we were fighting for hours and hours on end, continuing to spill blood across the sands. There was no time to think or plan out a strategy; just point and shoot, hoping you wouldn't miss. And yet in all my firing, I still had time to gaze over at Vicious and watch him. His movements were like a dance, moving swiftly and gracefully upon each soldier. Like a burning flame, his actions mesmerized me. Pulling me deeper within its grasp. But in a blink of an eye he was ambushed, and attacked all at once. I ran towards him immediately, but was stopped by another warrior. I quickly tried to finish him off, hoping to get to Vicious in time. But in the corner of my eye, I could see him struggling. Struggling to kill the eight men who were surrounding him, struggling to keep alive. Finally I was able to get around the soldier and was about to help Vicious, when it happened. A bullet was shot from the opposing team and into Vicious chest. I screamed his name, ignoring the war. Vicious slowly fell to the ground, forming puddle of blood around him.
I stood there for a second lost in myself, too stun to move or do anything. The world around me suddenly disappeared and all I could see was Vicious lying there lifeless.I cried out angrily and grabbed the sword that laid next to him and sliced the man who had shot him. I started to breath heavy, and my teeth were clenched, "This isn't enough." I thought turning my attention to the enemies before me. Perhaps I went a little crazy as some would say, but you had to understand I was pretty pissed. Anyone who stood before me was struck down in a flash. I really didn't care if they were on my side or not, all I could think about was Vicious being hurt or even possibly.
NO! I continued on, destroying my enemies. Making sure I was the last thing they saw before I cut off their heads. Finally, they retreated; the battle was over, for now. The men rejoice and thanked God they were still alive. No one seemed to care about the person who really saved us all, about the person who actually did something, about Vicious. I held him in my arms, and wrapped my cloak around his wound. I could feel myself wanting to cry, but I knew that wouldn't do any good. I picked him up and with all my strength, carried him across the battlefield.
Vicious, you saved me from that scorpion and when I was trapped in that sandstorm. Now it's time, I returned the favor.
Tee-hee~! Oh you guys know he's not going to die, besides want fun would that be if Vicious was about to confess his loves but falls in a ditch and dies! LOL! That would be more funny then sad.J/K! See ya next time
All I can do is fight, And pray that it ends. But if you're next to me, I pray that it never will.
It had been 5 months since I started fighting on Titan. Though time was never on our side, I just assumed and hoped I was right. The battle intensified each day, never giving us a chance to sleep. The soldiers started to become weak and insane from the war, and were slowly losing their spirit. One by one, our army was becoming nothing. The enemy had clearly out numbered us; there was no way of wining this war. But as we were about to give up hope, one was not about to give in. Vicious charged into the battle and fought his way to the front. None of us could believe what was happening as we watched him slaughter man after man with his sword and gun. I smiled at his bravery and before I knew it, I was charging in shooting the soldiers down. And soon after, the men followed our actions and dove into the battlefield as well. It seemed like we were fighting for hours and hours on end, continuing to spill blood across the sands. There was no time to think or plan out a strategy; just point and shoot, hoping you wouldn't miss. And yet in all my firing, I still had time to gaze over at Vicious and watch him. His movements were like a dance, moving swiftly and gracefully upon each soldier. Like a burning flame, his actions mesmerized me. Pulling me deeper within its grasp. But in a blink of an eye he was ambushed, and attacked all at once. I ran towards him immediately, but was stopped by another warrior. I quickly tried to finish him off, hoping to get to Vicious in time. But in the corner of my eye, I could see him struggling. Struggling to kill the eight men who were surrounding him, struggling to keep alive. Finally I was able to get around the soldier and was about to help Vicious, when it happened. A bullet was shot from the opposing team and into Vicious chest. I screamed his name, ignoring the war. Vicious slowly fell to the ground, forming puddle of blood around him.
I stood there for a second lost in myself, too stun to move or do anything. The world around me suddenly disappeared and all I could see was Vicious lying there lifeless.I cried out angrily and grabbed the sword that laid next to him and sliced the man who had shot him. I started to breath heavy, and my teeth were clenched, "This isn't enough." I thought turning my attention to the enemies before me. Perhaps I went a little crazy as some would say, but you had to understand I was pretty pissed. Anyone who stood before me was struck down in a flash. I really didn't care if they were on my side or not, all I could think about was Vicious being hurt or even possibly.
NO! I continued on, destroying my enemies. Making sure I was the last thing they saw before I cut off their heads. Finally, they retreated; the battle was over, for now. The men rejoice and thanked God they were still alive. No one seemed to care about the person who really saved us all, about the person who actually did something, about Vicious. I held him in my arms, and wrapped my cloak around his wound. I could feel myself wanting to cry, but I knew that wouldn't do any good. I picked him up and with all my strength, carried him across the battlefield.
Vicious, you saved me from that scorpion and when I was trapped in that sandstorm. Now it's time, I returned the favor.
Tee-hee~! Oh you guys know he's not going to die, besides want fun would that be if Vicious was about to confess his loves but falls in a ditch and dies! LOL! That would be more funny then sad.J/K! See ya next time