Lives Sweet Sorrow:
By: Lady Suki
When friends kill friends, it is not good. It violets all honor codes.
Wufei was in the park practicing his sword fighting. As I've said before, none of the setting matters. He was parrying and thrusting. The sniper was at the top of a steep hill, he had focused his sights on Wufei. The warrior had killed his beloved older sister. He had to pay. He would join the others in Hell. The sniper took aim, and shot. Wufei fell to the ground without a sound. It would be hours or maybe even day before they found him. That was good.
For Wufei, there was to be no service. He had wanted to be cremated, and his ashes to be scattered in front of a martial arts school. There was nothing in the paper for him.
Then there was only two. Which boy was the killer? Why would he strike again?
When friends kill friends, it is not good. It violets all honor codes.
Wufei was in the park practicing his sword fighting. As I've said before, none of the setting matters. He was parrying and thrusting. The sniper was at the top of a steep hill, he had focused his sights on Wufei. The warrior had killed his beloved older sister. He had to pay. He would join the others in Hell. The sniper took aim, and shot. Wufei fell to the ground without a sound. It would be hours or maybe even day before they found him. That was good.
For Wufei, there was to be no service. He had wanted to be cremated, and his ashes to be scattered in front of a martial arts school. There was nothing in the paper for him.
Then there was only two. Which boy was the killer? Why would he strike again?