Baby Psycho-
Hope you like this story, if not sorry (. Hope you liked my last chapter. I don't own anything, not even my house, so why would I own Gundam Wing.
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The Immortals-8
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The driver sat hunched over the wheel, at these speeds no one could afford to make a mistake, not even him. Relying on his trusted friend to keep him out of trouble, he accelerated, listening for his navigator's instructions.
"Left ... NO right, right ...that's left you idiot!" The driver turned to glare at his 'trusted' friend and while doing so, managed to let the bus drift into the oncoming traffic. Luckily the bus managed to drift back onto the right side of the road, but it had left those in the back severely shaken.
"Maxwell that WAS my right. It was YOURS as well"
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It had been almost two months since they had started on their tour of Earth. They had visited many fine destinations and some that weren't quite as fine. They had met new friends, enemies and even the occasional policeman.
In what had once been Rome they had all gotten their latest criminal records. It was still a sore subject especially because they had gotten so drunk they couldn't quite remember what happened.
Quatre had even visited the world famous Lady of Light Hospital after picking a fight with a barman appropriately named Big Tom. He hadn't lost the fight, in fact most of the men from the fight had shared the same hospital.
The reason he was in hospital was quite worse than a broken bone. Big Tom hated losing, especially when it was to a skinny teenager who looked girlie. So when Quatre ordered tea, well Big Tom had added an extra ingredient that was definitely not lemon.
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Road trips were the type of thing that 20 something year olds enjoyed. However, when the road trip was with a bunch of trained terrorists, or bunch of drama queens, things tended to get annoying.
For instance Wufei had managed to steal a car whose only station was 000.1 Hits of Long Ago. This wouldn't have been a problem if everyone stayed quiet, but no, everyone had to sing along, even Heero.
Trowa wouldn't of minded this if they had all sung in tune, but the fact was that they couldn't even agree on the lyrics of half the songs. To have a tone deaf Duo howling in one ear about Chinese noodles, and Heero chanting in monotone about China Poodles was extremely nerve racking.
A plan began to formulate. Holding the wheel in place with his knees, Trowa retrieved his gun from under the seat. Cocking it quietly he aimed and released the safety. Before anyone could see he let off three quick shots, threw the gun under the seat and grabbed the steering wheel.
There was an absolute silence as Duo, Heero, Quatre and Wufei stared at the three bullet holes in the dead radio. The turned to Trowa, but he just stared at it blankly and shrugged. No one ever knew what had really happened to the radio, no one except Trowa.
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The sky was starting to grow dark and the first star had almost appeared by the time the bus passed the turn off sign and entered Winston Hill. They had driven round to every Motel in the town, but they were all full. It was Derby weekend and everyone who had ever competed had flocked into the capital.
Quatre's last resort was a motel called Friendly Forest Inn. Everyone was relieved to see the vacancy sign glowing neon in the dark sky. Wufei left the others stretching and headed for the office.
To his surprise there was no one there. He rang the bell, waited and then rang again. From out of nowhere an old lady appeared and peered up at him. She took a good look at his face and clothes, then in slow faltering English said
" You need money for room. Understand, money"
The old lady rubbed her wrinkled fingers together and smiled. Wufei brought out his wallet asked for a price and then jumped as she took his wallet and started counting the bills out loud.
Fortunately by then Quatre had gotten sick of the others complaining and had entered the room. The small lady turned to Quatre and smiled, joking how Wufei couldn't understand a word she was saying. Quatre took one look at Wufei and sent him outside to cool down.
It took a few minutes for Quatre to exit the room and the look on his face told them that there was bad news.
"There's only one room, but it has a couch" It wasn't long before Duo shouted that he had the bed and that he wasn't sharing. Heero however judged his options. He could share the room and share the bed or couch, or he could sleep in the freezing cold bus. It was no competition.
"I have the bus, Goodnight"
And with that Heero walked off and locked the bus door after him. In the end things worked themselves out, Trowa and Wufei shared the bed because they were the tallest, Quatre slept on the couch and Duo, not liking the floor opted to sleep in the bathtub.
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The next morning they drove into town for breakfast and cold medicine. Heero had forgotten to roll up the windows and now had a very red and runny nose. At first their day was normal, they ate then they travelled around the town looking at all the tourist sites. It wasn't until they visited the Derby showroom that it all went bad.
They had been sitting down near one of the cars. It was a black thing with a badly drawn picture of a snake on the bonnet. Quatre had insulted it without noticing the driver standing behind him.
To Quatre's surprise the driver turned out to be none other than Big Tom. Quatre was normally a very polite and quiet person, the type of person that said hello to strangers and helped old ladies cross the street. But, as the other pilots knew, when he got angry it was best to be very far away.
Not noticing that his friends had snuck off without him Quatre stepped up to Tom and glared. Big Tom remembered how good Quatre could fight, so instead of starting one he challenged Quatre to a race.
From their many positions around the room Duo, Heero, Trowa and Wufei were willing Quatre to say no. There were many reasons for this, the main one was that Quatre didn't have a drivers license, or a car. But Quatre agreed and the race was set.
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"On your marks, get set ...GO"
There was a screeching of tires and the cars shot of down the track. Well it was actually more like a car and a bus. Quatre had been unable to find a race-car in time, so he had kicked everyone's luggage out and used the bus instead.
Duo and Trowa sat up in the stands, applauding their good friend. Heero and Wufei had disappeared in search for the toilets. They watched as the bus raced through the course, setting records with its speed.
Quatre wasn't holding anything back, he wasn't afraid of crashing. He was focused completely on the track and smiling, it was the type of smile that only happened when he was really angry or calling a house meeting. Either way it meant he was a little psychotic.
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The sky had turned golden with the setting of the sun. Five boys sat outside what looked to be a bus. One boy had clearly been isolated from the rest of the group, he had been tied to a telegraph pole with string.
"Please guys, untie me I won the race didn't I?"
There was no movement from the others, it was a plea they had heard before. Finally one of them turned around to face him.
"Quatre you won the race. You also blew three tires, messed up the engine and did something to the brakes. The bus won't START"
The sun set over the city leaving the remains of a bunt out bus with four boys peacefully slumbering inside, and one still calling out desperately from his telegraph pole.
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Thanks for reading my story. Leave all suggestions in the reveiws box, I really appreciate them.
Hope you like this story, if not sorry (. Hope you liked my last chapter. I don't own anything, not even my house, so why would I own Gundam Wing.
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The Immortals-8
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The driver sat hunched over the wheel, at these speeds no one could afford to make a mistake, not even him. Relying on his trusted friend to keep him out of trouble, he accelerated, listening for his navigator's instructions.
"Left ... NO right, right ...that's left you idiot!" The driver turned to glare at his 'trusted' friend and while doing so, managed to let the bus drift into the oncoming traffic. Luckily the bus managed to drift back onto the right side of the road, but it had left those in the back severely shaken.
"Maxwell that WAS my right. It was YOURS as well"
^ ^ ^
It had been almost two months since they had started on their tour of Earth. They had visited many fine destinations and some that weren't quite as fine. They had met new friends, enemies and even the occasional policeman.
In what had once been Rome they had all gotten their latest criminal records. It was still a sore subject especially because they had gotten so drunk they couldn't quite remember what happened.
Quatre had even visited the world famous Lady of Light Hospital after picking a fight with a barman appropriately named Big Tom. He hadn't lost the fight, in fact most of the men from the fight had shared the same hospital.
The reason he was in hospital was quite worse than a broken bone. Big Tom hated losing, especially when it was to a skinny teenager who looked girlie. So when Quatre ordered tea, well Big Tom had added an extra ingredient that was definitely not lemon.
^ ^ ^
Road trips were the type of thing that 20 something year olds enjoyed. However, when the road trip was with a bunch of trained terrorists, or bunch of drama queens, things tended to get annoying.
For instance Wufei had managed to steal a car whose only station was 000.1 Hits of Long Ago. This wouldn't have been a problem if everyone stayed quiet, but no, everyone had to sing along, even Heero.
Trowa wouldn't of minded this if they had all sung in tune, but the fact was that they couldn't even agree on the lyrics of half the songs. To have a tone deaf Duo howling in one ear about Chinese noodles, and Heero chanting in monotone about China Poodles was extremely nerve racking.
A plan began to formulate. Holding the wheel in place with his knees, Trowa retrieved his gun from under the seat. Cocking it quietly he aimed and released the safety. Before anyone could see he let off three quick shots, threw the gun under the seat and grabbed the steering wheel.
There was an absolute silence as Duo, Heero, Quatre and Wufei stared at the three bullet holes in the dead radio. The turned to Trowa, but he just stared at it blankly and shrugged. No one ever knew what had really happened to the radio, no one except Trowa.
^ ^ ^
The sky was starting to grow dark and the first star had almost appeared by the time the bus passed the turn off sign and entered Winston Hill. They had driven round to every Motel in the town, but they were all full. It was Derby weekend and everyone who had ever competed had flocked into the capital.
Quatre's last resort was a motel called Friendly Forest Inn. Everyone was relieved to see the vacancy sign glowing neon in the dark sky. Wufei left the others stretching and headed for the office.
To his surprise there was no one there. He rang the bell, waited and then rang again. From out of nowhere an old lady appeared and peered up at him. She took a good look at his face and clothes, then in slow faltering English said
" You need money for room. Understand, money"
The old lady rubbed her wrinkled fingers together and smiled. Wufei brought out his wallet asked for a price and then jumped as she took his wallet and started counting the bills out loud.
Fortunately by then Quatre had gotten sick of the others complaining and had entered the room. The small lady turned to Quatre and smiled, joking how Wufei couldn't understand a word she was saying. Quatre took one look at Wufei and sent him outside to cool down.
It took a few minutes for Quatre to exit the room and the look on his face told them that there was bad news.
"There's only one room, but it has a couch" It wasn't long before Duo shouted that he had the bed and that he wasn't sharing. Heero however judged his options. He could share the room and share the bed or couch, or he could sleep in the freezing cold bus. It was no competition.
"I have the bus, Goodnight"
And with that Heero walked off and locked the bus door after him. In the end things worked themselves out, Trowa and Wufei shared the bed because they were the tallest, Quatre slept on the couch and Duo, not liking the floor opted to sleep in the bathtub.
^ ^ ^
The next morning they drove into town for breakfast and cold medicine. Heero had forgotten to roll up the windows and now had a very red and runny nose. At first their day was normal, they ate then they travelled around the town looking at all the tourist sites. It wasn't until they visited the Derby showroom that it all went bad.
They had been sitting down near one of the cars. It was a black thing with a badly drawn picture of a snake on the bonnet. Quatre had insulted it without noticing the driver standing behind him.
To Quatre's surprise the driver turned out to be none other than Big Tom. Quatre was normally a very polite and quiet person, the type of person that said hello to strangers and helped old ladies cross the street. But, as the other pilots knew, when he got angry it was best to be very far away.
Not noticing that his friends had snuck off without him Quatre stepped up to Tom and glared. Big Tom remembered how good Quatre could fight, so instead of starting one he challenged Quatre to a race.
From their many positions around the room Duo, Heero, Trowa and Wufei were willing Quatre to say no. There were many reasons for this, the main one was that Quatre didn't have a drivers license, or a car. But Quatre agreed and the race was set.
^ ^ ^
"On your marks, get set ...GO"
There was a screeching of tires and the cars shot of down the track. Well it was actually more like a car and a bus. Quatre had been unable to find a race-car in time, so he had kicked everyone's luggage out and used the bus instead.
Duo and Trowa sat up in the stands, applauding their good friend. Heero and Wufei had disappeared in search for the toilets. They watched as the bus raced through the course, setting records with its speed.
Quatre wasn't holding anything back, he wasn't afraid of crashing. He was focused completely on the track and smiling, it was the type of smile that only happened when he was really angry or calling a house meeting. Either way it meant he was a little psychotic.
^ ^ ^
The sky had turned golden with the setting of the sun. Five boys sat outside what looked to be a bus. One boy had clearly been isolated from the rest of the group, he had been tied to a telegraph pole with string.
"Please guys, untie me I won the race didn't I?"
There was no movement from the others, it was a plea they had heard before. Finally one of them turned around to face him.
"Quatre you won the race. You also blew three tires, messed up the engine and did something to the brakes. The bus won't START"
The sun set over the city leaving the remains of a bunt out bus with four boys peacefully slumbering inside, and one still calling out desperately from his telegraph pole.
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Thanks for reading my story. Leave all suggestions in the reveiws box, I really appreciate them.