Lives Sweet Sorrow:
By: Lady Suki
Snipers are truly dangerous. They are even more so when they pretend to be your friend.
Trowa ran around the track course for the tenth time that afternoon. As was stated for the previous chapter, the time does not matter. Trowa was on the track team, and that is all you need. The sniper stood on the roof of the gym. Trowa had killed his mother. Now, just as he had done to Heero, he lined his friend up in his views. Yes, this boy must die like the other. He had to go. There was no doubt about it. Trowa rounded the corner, and came into clear view. The sniper took aim, and pulled the trigger. As with Heero, the boy seemed to know where to look to find him. Trowa looked straight at him as he feel to the ground. Now his sorrow was even lessened. He had killed his second target.
Trowa's funeral was held on a bight and sunny day. All of the team was there. Yes, even the killer. He had come to see his friend placed in the ground. Even though the boy had killed his mother, he was still his friend.
Here is the information they put in the paper for him:
Mr. Trowa Barton was shot to death while
running on the track field at Semter High School. His was a beloved friend and Brother. The service will be held at St. Padre's Church at 9 o'clock on Sunday. Anyone who wishes to attend will be accepted.
And now there were three.
Snipers are truly dangerous. They are even more so when they pretend to be your friend.
Trowa ran around the track course for the tenth time that afternoon. As was stated for the previous chapter, the time does not matter. Trowa was on the track team, and that is all you need. The sniper stood on the roof of the gym. Trowa had killed his mother. Now, just as he had done to Heero, he lined his friend up in his views. Yes, this boy must die like the other. He had to go. There was no doubt about it. Trowa rounded the corner, and came into clear view. The sniper took aim, and pulled the trigger. As with Heero, the boy seemed to know where to look to find him. Trowa looked straight at him as he feel to the ground. Now his sorrow was even lessened. He had killed his second target.
Trowa's funeral was held on a bight and sunny day. All of the team was there. Yes, even the killer. He had come to see his friend placed in the ground. Even though the boy had killed his mother, he was still his friend.
Here is the information they put in the paper for him:
Mr. Trowa Barton was shot to death while
running on the track field at Semter High School. His was a beloved friend and Brother. The service will be held at St. Padre's Church at 9 o'clock on Sunday. Anyone who wishes to attend will be accepted.
And now there were three.