Heero approached the limp form. It's brown hair splayed across its face
and body. Her arms were bruised and her skirt torn away from her body. He
put a hand on her cold, bare shoulder and rolled her over. The brown hair
fell away from the bruised and battered face of Relena Peacecraft. Her
cold, steely blue eyes stared off into an unseen place. Her mouth hung open
in an eternal scream. A small frown creased Heero's forehead. His dark
brown hair shifted in a breeze from the gaping wound in the East Wall.
"This place was attacked two days ago. She tried to hold them off but in the end they took more than just her soul." A soft, monotone voice preached these words to Heero from behind him. He stood slowly and turned on the balls of his feet toward the spot in which the voice had come from. He was ready to fight on an instance notice but no one stood behind him. The gloomy, destroyed room was empty except the body of Relena and he himself.
"You must be losing your touch." Heero felt a hard, cold object press into his lower back.
"Turn around." Heero turned his back to the gaping hole in the wall and turned to face the direction in which Relenas' body lay. He turned to find Zechs standing over the body of his dead sister. Heero felt a sharp, searing pain in his guts. As he looked down and he saw a gun and felt his knees go out. The ground rushed toward his shocked face. It rushed up on his right side as he fell to his shoulder on the floor. A spark of pain from his shoulder and gut rushed to his brain and Heero cried out in pain. Heero's cry faded and he stared at the dark red carpet. It had been white once but now his blood would also stain this place. Heero opened his mouth to curse Zechs but it cost him too much energy. Everything went dark and all Heero heard was a raspy, raucous laugh echoing in his ears.
Zechs turned away from the body of Heero. Zechs began to laugh. It had been him all along. He would kill all of the "Gundam" pilots. He must have war and destruction. He couldn't live without the danger, the adrenaline, and the heat of battle. He had been ignorant to believe peace to be good and a worthwhile thing. If people still died during peace what was it useful for? What in the hell was it useful for? And his sister. His sister had been a weakling. Hiding behind those "Gundam" pilots! She had been an idiot and a pacifist. He could no longer walk that path. He had to kill. He must have blood.
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"This place was attacked two days ago. She tried to hold them off but in the end they took more than just her soul." A soft, monotone voice preached these words to Heero from behind him. He stood slowly and turned on the balls of his feet toward the spot in which the voice had come from. He was ready to fight on an instance notice but no one stood behind him. The gloomy, destroyed room was empty except the body of Relena and he himself.
"You must be losing your touch." Heero felt a hard, cold object press into his lower back.
"Turn around." Heero turned his back to the gaping hole in the wall and turned to face the direction in which Relenas' body lay. He turned to find Zechs standing over the body of his dead sister. Heero felt a sharp, searing pain in his guts. As he looked down and he saw a gun and felt his knees go out. The ground rushed toward his shocked face. It rushed up on his right side as he fell to his shoulder on the floor. A spark of pain from his shoulder and gut rushed to his brain and Heero cried out in pain. Heero's cry faded and he stared at the dark red carpet. It had been white once but now his blood would also stain this place. Heero opened his mouth to curse Zechs but it cost him too much energy. Everything went dark and all Heero heard was a raspy, raucous laugh echoing in his ears.
Zechs turned away from the body of Heero. Zechs began to laugh. It had been him all along. He would kill all of the "Gundam" pilots. He must have war and destruction. He couldn't live without the danger, the adrenaline, and the heat of battle. He had been ignorant to believe peace to be good and a worthwhile thing. If people still died during peace what was it useful for? What in the hell was it useful for? And his sister. His sister had been a weakling. Hiding behind those "Gundam" pilots! She had been an idiot and a pacifist. He could no longer walk that path. He had to kill. He must have blood.
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