Ok, wrote this one prolly like a year ago and I just found it on my
computer. Neat-o huh? Enjoy and review if you'd like. ^.^
Disclaimer: not mine kk?
~All Over~
It was over. All over. No more missions, no more killing, no more war, no more heartbreak, no more reason to live.no more anything. It was time to end it all. Heero knew that he was drawing precious last breaths as he caressed the cool metal of the gun in his grip. In his last moments, Heero's thoughts were peaceful, reflective. He was past the pain now. His heart was broken too badly to feel anymore.
What brought him to this conclusion? Why was he there, facing his death? Only God knows why people with pure souls are subjected to lives of suffering. Heero had spent his whole existence trying to hide from his pain. And now, he was in control of ending it for good.
Voices from his past echoed through his mind, reminding him of what he'd leave behind. But the person that meant the most to him in the world was gone now.leaving him to face this end alone. He smirked. It wasn't supposed to end this way, but then again, "happily ever after" was never a term he had associated with his future.
He'd die like he had been born: a lonely soldier with no past or future. A solitary soul lost with no guidance. All he'd ever wanted his whole life was a caring hand to lead the way. To show him right and wrong and correct him with loving words whenever he faltered. A mother, a sister, a brother, a father, a friend.the only things he'd ever asked for.
But he'd had no gentle guidance. ~They~ had trained him from the start, always watching, monitoring, fixing the undesirable traits of his naturally kind personality, attempting to squash any trace of his humanity.
But ~they~ had not succeeded totally. Somewhere in his mind he held onto much of that kindness; somewhere he regretted the killing, the blood covering his young hands. And now, so shortly after the death of his one love, his dear Relena, he would soon cover his hands in the blood of his own heart.and could not think of how he could regret it.
Yes, he had friends now. They were his comrades in this insane war. But they would understand. All too well they would know the gripping emotions that drove him to his end. And in his position, he was beyond a doubt positive that they would all have done the same. He just prayed, for their sake, that they would never have to stand upon this same precipice, boldly facing the black oblivion.
Heero filled his lungs, one last time, with the precious life giving oxygen. His arm rose as if possessed by some force beyond his power, and he felt the cool, harsh metal of the gun against his temple. "Relena." The soft whisper escaped his throat, no longer in the detached monotone of the trained soldier, but filled with the ravaging emotion of a heartbroken lover.
And with one final wave of resolve, his finger tightened on the trigger. The last thing he heard as he plunged helplessly into the sea of blackness were the cries of his friends as they came upon him, seconds too late. But he had been beyond reasoning anyway.
~End
~All Over~
It was over. All over. No more missions, no more killing, no more war, no more heartbreak, no more reason to live.no more anything. It was time to end it all. Heero knew that he was drawing precious last breaths as he caressed the cool metal of the gun in his grip. In his last moments, Heero's thoughts were peaceful, reflective. He was past the pain now. His heart was broken too badly to feel anymore.
What brought him to this conclusion? Why was he there, facing his death? Only God knows why people with pure souls are subjected to lives of suffering. Heero had spent his whole existence trying to hide from his pain. And now, he was in control of ending it for good.
Voices from his past echoed through his mind, reminding him of what he'd leave behind. But the person that meant the most to him in the world was gone now.leaving him to face this end alone. He smirked. It wasn't supposed to end this way, but then again, "happily ever after" was never a term he had associated with his future.
He'd die like he had been born: a lonely soldier with no past or future. A solitary soul lost with no guidance. All he'd ever wanted his whole life was a caring hand to lead the way. To show him right and wrong and correct him with loving words whenever he faltered. A mother, a sister, a brother, a father, a friend.the only things he'd ever asked for.
But he'd had no gentle guidance. ~They~ had trained him from the start, always watching, monitoring, fixing the undesirable traits of his naturally kind personality, attempting to squash any trace of his humanity.
But ~they~ had not succeeded totally. Somewhere in his mind he held onto much of that kindness; somewhere he regretted the killing, the blood covering his young hands. And now, so shortly after the death of his one love, his dear Relena, he would soon cover his hands in the blood of his own heart.and could not think of how he could regret it.
Yes, he had friends now. They were his comrades in this insane war. But they would understand. All too well they would know the gripping emotions that drove him to his end. And in his position, he was beyond a doubt positive that they would all have done the same. He just prayed, for their sake, that they would never have to stand upon this same precipice, boldly facing the black oblivion.
Heero filled his lungs, one last time, with the precious life giving oxygen. His arm rose as if possessed by some force beyond his power, and he felt the cool, harsh metal of the gun against his temple. "Relena." The soft whisper escaped his throat, no longer in the detached monotone of the trained soldier, but filled with the ravaging emotion of a heartbroken lover.
And with one final wave of resolve, his finger tightened on the trigger. The last thing he heard as he plunged helplessly into the sea of blackness were the cries of his friends as they came upon him, seconds too late. But he had been beyond reasoning anyway.
~End
