Soul
Survivor
Ishtar: Hey guys and guyettes! I'm back! Did anyone miss me? At all? Oh well. I read this book by Dean Koontz called Soul Survivor. I thought it was pretty cool so I thought I would make a fanfic out of it.
References and similar scenes are from the book Soul Survivor by Dean Koontz, he owns the thing.
Ishtar: I own Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Lawyers: Ishtar! Ishtar: Do I gotta? (lawyers nod their heads) OK THEN! EVERYBODY LISTEN UP! I don't own anything but lint, a Heero plush doll and a few pennies. I recommend that you read Soul Survivor the book. ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 1: Memories of the Past
Tossing and turning. That was all the man could do. The man was covered in sweat as he called out his lost wife's name. The man woke with a start. He was clutching a pillow to his rapidly beating heart. The scent of roses filled his mind until it began to fade. He clutched the pillow tighter, trying to keep the beautiful smell.
The man put down the pillow and ran his long fingers through his mahogany hair. He sat up. He looked out the window. He shook his head and proceeded to rise and head to the kitchen. He walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. He opened the bottle and took a gulp. He walked out to the doorway of the kitchen. The man's purssian blue scanned his room in the little moonlight there was.
His room was simple. One bed, a mattress really, a kitchenette, one full bathroom. What he lived in was a one-story studio.
" A dying man needs no possessions." Said the gruff voice. The man shifted till he could look at the clock. Four o' clock in the morning. He was having beer at four o' clock in the morning. A sliding down life. " I'll just drink my life away." He brought the bottle up to his lips. He stopped. If he drank his life away, he would forget. He didn't want to forget. He didn't want to die in a drunken haze. He wanted the memories.
The man walked to his bed, sat on it, and put the beer on the bedside table, suddenly disgusted with himself. He picked up the phone that was next to him and dialed a familiar number. 590-1049. (not a real #!) The phone began to ring. After a minute of waiting, a female voice sounded.
" Hello Heero." Said the woman on the other line. " How did you know it was me?" Heero asked. The woman giggled. " You are the only person that would call this early, rarely others." " Oh." " How are you Heero?" asked the woman. " Fine." Heero lied. After the crash, Heero had lost weight and had slept less. " That's good. That's very good to hear Heero." " Thanks Irene."
Irene was his wife's loving and caring mother. There could be no mistake that Serena Cara Tsukino was Irene Tsukino's daughter. Irene had been their rock after the tragic crash of Nationwide Flight 347. Irene was the rock the Serena's father and Heero himself cried on. Heero cried like he never cried before at the funeral.
" How are you, Irene?" Heero asked. " The same as always." Irene replied. " How is Ken coping?" Irene sighed into the phone. "It's been a year Heero, let them go." It was Heero's turn to sigh. " I can't Irene, I can't. I miss them so much."
Tears threatened to fall from Heero's eyes. He pushed them back and continued talking to Irene.
" What does the sky look like? Where you are." Heero asked.
Heero had taken the habit of asking Irene what it looked like outside. Irene didn't mind telling her son-in-law what the sky looked like. She found it quite useful. She knew Heero was always thinking of Serena when she said a color the Serena liked.
" Dark sweetheart, dark." Irene said.
" Irene, do you miss Serena and the girls?" Heero asked. It wasn't a stupid question. " Yes, terribly. I miss my grandbabies running around the house. I miss Serena."
Heero's head nodded in understanding. Of coarse she and Ken would miss the girls. Nothing was the same without them.
" How are you sleeping Irene?"
" Fine. How good are you sleeping Heero?"
" I haven't had a peaceful nights sleep since the funeral."
It was true. That very night of the funeral, Heero had found Irene sobbing into a pillow in front of the pool. He had walked to her and tried to comfort her but she flinched at his touch. Heero, after noticing that his effort was useless, picked up the skimmer and skimmed the pool; Stroke after stroke after stroke. A few minutes passed by and Irene stopped crying. She set her pillow down and took Heero's hand. She led him to his room and tucked him in like a small child and kissed him on the head. That was the first and only peaceful sleep Heero would ever have again.
" Irene, will you come visit me sometime?" Heero asked. He felt like a child wanting his mother. " Yes sweetheart. I always do." Irene paused.
" It's fully light here, makin' its way to you Heero." " Thanks."
" Get some sleep Heero."
" I will."
" Bye honey."
" Bye Irene."
True to his word to Irene, Heero set the phone back on the receiver and lay down. In minutes he was sleep.
Heero's alarm went off at nine o' clock. Heero woke up. He yawned and proceeded to do the necessary things to get ready to leave the house; take a shower, get dressed, brush his teeth and brush his hair.
After an hour of preparing, Heero walked into the kitchen. He walked to a drawer, pulled out a key and went to a locked cupboard. He placed the key in the lock and turned it. Heero opened the cupboard and pulled out a nine millimeter. He held it in his hand, feeling the weight and the cold metal against his warm skin. Memories flooded Heero's mind.
" Heero. What are you doing?" Heero looked at his wife. " Cleaning my gun Serena." Heero replied to his wife. " I don't want that in the house. I don't want it around the girls. Kaedence and Felicia get a hold of it. I don't want to think about that." Serena said. " I'll hide it." Said Heero. " Get rid of it." Heero sighed. " I'll lock it up." Serena grabbed the gun from Heero and walked to the open window. She held it outside of the window. " Serena! Don't?" Heero tried to get the gun but Serena held the gun father out of the second story window. " Don't drop it." Serena was willing to let it go. " It goes or I go and if I go, the girls go too." Heero didn't have to think of his answer. " I'll give it to Duo." Heero said in a defeated voice. " Good. I'll get a lock tomorrow when I go to the store." Heero looked at Serena. " What?" Serena smiled at her confused husband. " If you promise to lock it up, out of reach of the girls, you can keep it in the house. Knowing Duo, he would shoot himself in the foot if he got hold of the gun. We'll lock it up in the top cupboard." Heero almost smiled at his wife. " Thanks."
Heero looked at the gun. " No." he whispered as he put the gun back. He locked the cupboard on instinct and walked out. Heero grabbed his jacket and left the house, locking the door after him.
Heero's black BMW soared down the highway to Osaka. He drove smoothly, moving from lane to lane. Suddenly as if it was a heart attack, Heero felt pain in his head and in his heart. He angled the BMW to the slender shoulder of the road. Heero stopped and turned of the car. He rested his head on the steering wheel as he wheezed and gasped for air.
Hot. Heero felt heat on his skin as if he was in a burning vehicle. Heero looked outside. The stream of passing cars seemed to whirl to Heero as he tried to gain control of himself. Heero looked back inside the car. He was having an attack. Not a heart attack but a mental attack. It starts in stops in uncertain intervals. They began right after Serena and the girls died.
Screams erupted in the car. Heero turned around to look at the back seat. There, sitting there in his back seat was his own daughters Kaedence and Felicia. They were screaming, their eyes wide and scared. Heero reached out to them to touch them but they were not actually in the car. The screaming became louder and Heero tried to put his hands over his ears. This did not stop the onslaught of visions he was receiving.
Heero felt as if he was being lifted out from the car and put down into the doomed airliner Nationwide Flight 347. Heero felt as if he was leaning forward in his seat. Then he heard a voice that he hadn't heard in a year. " Don't cry. Close your eyes my darlings. Don't breath to hard now. Kaede, hold on to Felicia. Don't let go of mommy. Felicia, take my hand, girls don't let go."
Heero opened his eyes. Sitting next to him was Serena. Her face was in an angry look as she told the girls to do several things. Tearstains were apparent on her face as she held the girls to her. Next to her was a woman who seemed to be helping Serena with the girls. The woman leaned closer to Serena and whispered something. Serena looked at the woman and then buried her face in Kaedence's dirty blonde hair. The woman patted Serena several times on the back.
" Hold on to me, don't let go. Mommy loves you, I love you, and Daddy loves you too. Oh god please keep my babies safe." Serena said to the girls.
The attack stopped. Heero opened his eyes. He wiped away stray tears. He let five minutes pass then got back on the road to the beach.
Heero walked on the dry sand on the Osaka beach. He took a minute to let the wind cool his skin. Heero walked farther down beach then settled down. Heero watched as several girl walked by him, all pointing and saying how cute he was. None of the girls would believe that Heero was actually in his twenties, twenty-four to be exact. He still had his high school good looks that Serena just adored. Serena loved his soft mahogany hair, his purssian blue eyes, his lean muscular body and his height. Heero was six feet tall.
Heero had the feeling that someone was watching him. He turned to the guard tower. He saw two men with Hawaiian shirts. The tall man was wearing a green Hawaiian shirt while the smaller man wore a yellow shirt. The tall man held binoculars to his face. He seemed to be looking at Heero. Heero glared at the man. The man looked startled when Heero glared. He turned as if he was watching birds and women.
Heero looked back to the water. He remembered when he took Serena and the girls on a cruise. Anything the girls wanted, he gave them. When they wanted the cruise, Heero went on the Internet and paid almost a thousand dollars. He had ordered two suites and all the luxuries that came with it. Heero did not deny his family anything.
Heero put his hand into his jacket. When he did, he felt a crumpled piece of paper. Heero pulled it out and opened it. There staring him in the face was a picture of his family. Kaedence, Felicia, and Serena stood in front of their three-story story house. Each girl was smiling brightly. Heero put the picture back in his pocket.
Heero's vision went to where the men were. They were gone. He needed to find them before he left.
Heero's thoughts went to the day when the crash occurred. He was at work when his youngest daughter called from the plane.
Ring ring! Ring ring! " Hello? Heero Yuy, Preventors office." Heero said into the phone. " Hi daddy!" cried his youngest daughter Kaedence. Heero smiled. " Hey pumpkin. How are you?" Kaedence giggled. " Fine. Daddy, guess what." Heero stopped typing to listen to his daughter. " Guess." " I'm callin' from the plane!" Heero smiled at his daughter's antics. Just when Heero was about to say something, hands grabbed the phone. " Hey! Kaede! It's Uncle Duo!" Duo yelled into the phone. " Uncle Duo! Hi Uncle Duo! I miss you! Tell everyone I miss them! Put daddy on the phone, mommy wants to talk to him." Duo handed the phone back to Heero. " Heero?" " Hello Serena. How are you?" "Fine. We're on our way back." Serena paused. " I miss you." Serena said. " I miss you too. I'll see you at the airport." Heero said to his wife. " Sure. Heero. I love you." Heero's smile broadened. " I love you too." Serena sighed into the phone. She loved it when Heero told her he loved her. " Heero I- what the hell!" Serena started screaming into the phone. Heero stood, the phone pressed to his ear. " Serena? Serena, what's happening? Serena answer me!" Every one in the preventor's office looked at Heero. They all felt as if something was wrong. " Heero! The plane!" Static filled the phone. " We're going to crash!" " Mommy! What's happening?" " Daddy help us!"
The phone went dead. " Serena! Kaedence, Felicia! SERENA!"
Heero had gone to the airport with his friends. " Sir, are you a relative of a person on the Nationwide Flight 347?" Heero nodded to the young man. " Please follow me." The young man led Heero and his friends up the stairs and through a door. Once they had stepped inside, the young man spoke to Heero. " I am sorry for your loss. Please wait here in the emergency lobby till the airport council and the federal police get here." The man left.
Heero watched as men and women paced over the floor. Many had no idea of why they were called from work on a short notice. The door opened. Several men came in followed by the airport council. They told everyone to listen.
"Today," a police official began, " Nationwide Flight 347 crashed into a meadow." The man paused for effect. Women screamed and several men gasped. " There were no survivors. We as of yet do not know the cause of the crash. You have the airport's sincerest apologies."
Well, whaddaya tink? I hope you like it. Don't worry, Serena will come in soon. This story is really about her and Heero so don't worry. Please review me! I have not givin up on Cosmos surprise so don't give up on that story either. Till next chap. Ciao Ishtar
Ishtar: Hey guys and guyettes! I'm back! Did anyone miss me? At all? Oh well. I read this book by Dean Koontz called Soul Survivor. I thought it was pretty cool so I thought I would make a fanfic out of it.
References and similar scenes are from the book Soul Survivor by Dean Koontz, he owns the thing.
Ishtar: I own Gundam Wing and Sailor Moon! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Lawyers: Ishtar! Ishtar: Do I gotta? (lawyers nod their heads) OK THEN! EVERYBODY LISTEN UP! I don't own anything but lint, a Heero plush doll and a few pennies. I recommend that you read Soul Survivor the book. ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 1: Memories of the Past
Tossing and turning. That was all the man could do. The man was covered in sweat as he called out his lost wife's name. The man woke with a start. He was clutching a pillow to his rapidly beating heart. The scent of roses filled his mind until it began to fade. He clutched the pillow tighter, trying to keep the beautiful smell.
The man put down the pillow and ran his long fingers through his mahogany hair. He sat up. He looked out the window. He shook his head and proceeded to rise and head to the kitchen. He walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. He opened the bottle and took a gulp. He walked out to the doorway of the kitchen. The man's purssian blue scanned his room in the little moonlight there was.
His room was simple. One bed, a mattress really, a kitchenette, one full bathroom. What he lived in was a one-story studio.
" A dying man needs no possessions." Said the gruff voice. The man shifted till he could look at the clock. Four o' clock in the morning. He was having beer at four o' clock in the morning. A sliding down life. " I'll just drink my life away." He brought the bottle up to his lips. He stopped. If he drank his life away, he would forget. He didn't want to forget. He didn't want to die in a drunken haze. He wanted the memories.
The man walked to his bed, sat on it, and put the beer on the bedside table, suddenly disgusted with himself. He picked up the phone that was next to him and dialed a familiar number. 590-1049. (not a real #!) The phone began to ring. After a minute of waiting, a female voice sounded.
" Hello Heero." Said the woman on the other line. " How did you know it was me?" Heero asked. The woman giggled. " You are the only person that would call this early, rarely others." " Oh." " How are you Heero?" asked the woman. " Fine." Heero lied. After the crash, Heero had lost weight and had slept less. " That's good. That's very good to hear Heero." " Thanks Irene."
Irene was his wife's loving and caring mother. There could be no mistake that Serena Cara Tsukino was Irene Tsukino's daughter. Irene had been their rock after the tragic crash of Nationwide Flight 347. Irene was the rock the Serena's father and Heero himself cried on. Heero cried like he never cried before at the funeral.
" How are you, Irene?" Heero asked. " The same as always." Irene replied. " How is Ken coping?" Irene sighed into the phone. "It's been a year Heero, let them go." It was Heero's turn to sigh. " I can't Irene, I can't. I miss them so much."
Tears threatened to fall from Heero's eyes. He pushed them back and continued talking to Irene.
" What does the sky look like? Where you are." Heero asked.
Heero had taken the habit of asking Irene what it looked like outside. Irene didn't mind telling her son-in-law what the sky looked like. She found it quite useful. She knew Heero was always thinking of Serena when she said a color the Serena liked.
" Dark sweetheart, dark." Irene said.
" Irene, do you miss Serena and the girls?" Heero asked. It wasn't a stupid question. " Yes, terribly. I miss my grandbabies running around the house. I miss Serena."
Heero's head nodded in understanding. Of coarse she and Ken would miss the girls. Nothing was the same without them.
" How are you sleeping Irene?"
" Fine. How good are you sleeping Heero?"
" I haven't had a peaceful nights sleep since the funeral."
It was true. That very night of the funeral, Heero had found Irene sobbing into a pillow in front of the pool. He had walked to her and tried to comfort her but she flinched at his touch. Heero, after noticing that his effort was useless, picked up the skimmer and skimmed the pool; Stroke after stroke after stroke. A few minutes passed by and Irene stopped crying. She set her pillow down and took Heero's hand. She led him to his room and tucked him in like a small child and kissed him on the head. That was the first and only peaceful sleep Heero would ever have again.
" Irene, will you come visit me sometime?" Heero asked. He felt like a child wanting his mother. " Yes sweetheart. I always do." Irene paused.
" It's fully light here, makin' its way to you Heero." " Thanks."
" Get some sleep Heero."
" I will."
" Bye honey."
" Bye Irene."
True to his word to Irene, Heero set the phone back on the receiver and lay down. In minutes he was sleep.
Heero's alarm went off at nine o' clock. Heero woke up. He yawned and proceeded to do the necessary things to get ready to leave the house; take a shower, get dressed, brush his teeth and brush his hair.
After an hour of preparing, Heero walked into the kitchen. He walked to a drawer, pulled out a key and went to a locked cupboard. He placed the key in the lock and turned it. Heero opened the cupboard and pulled out a nine millimeter. He held it in his hand, feeling the weight and the cold metal against his warm skin. Memories flooded Heero's mind.
" Heero. What are you doing?" Heero looked at his wife. " Cleaning my gun Serena." Heero replied to his wife. " I don't want that in the house. I don't want it around the girls. Kaedence and Felicia get a hold of it. I don't want to think about that." Serena said. " I'll hide it." Said Heero. " Get rid of it." Heero sighed. " I'll lock it up." Serena grabbed the gun from Heero and walked to the open window. She held it outside of the window. " Serena! Don't?" Heero tried to get the gun but Serena held the gun father out of the second story window. " Don't drop it." Serena was willing to let it go. " It goes or I go and if I go, the girls go too." Heero didn't have to think of his answer. " I'll give it to Duo." Heero said in a defeated voice. " Good. I'll get a lock tomorrow when I go to the store." Heero looked at Serena. " What?" Serena smiled at her confused husband. " If you promise to lock it up, out of reach of the girls, you can keep it in the house. Knowing Duo, he would shoot himself in the foot if he got hold of the gun. We'll lock it up in the top cupboard." Heero almost smiled at his wife. " Thanks."
Heero looked at the gun. " No." he whispered as he put the gun back. He locked the cupboard on instinct and walked out. Heero grabbed his jacket and left the house, locking the door after him.
Heero's black BMW soared down the highway to Osaka. He drove smoothly, moving from lane to lane. Suddenly as if it was a heart attack, Heero felt pain in his head and in his heart. He angled the BMW to the slender shoulder of the road. Heero stopped and turned of the car. He rested his head on the steering wheel as he wheezed and gasped for air.
Hot. Heero felt heat on his skin as if he was in a burning vehicle. Heero looked outside. The stream of passing cars seemed to whirl to Heero as he tried to gain control of himself. Heero looked back inside the car. He was having an attack. Not a heart attack but a mental attack. It starts in stops in uncertain intervals. They began right after Serena and the girls died.
Screams erupted in the car. Heero turned around to look at the back seat. There, sitting there in his back seat was his own daughters Kaedence and Felicia. They were screaming, their eyes wide and scared. Heero reached out to them to touch them but they were not actually in the car. The screaming became louder and Heero tried to put his hands over his ears. This did not stop the onslaught of visions he was receiving.
Heero felt as if he was being lifted out from the car and put down into the doomed airliner Nationwide Flight 347. Heero felt as if he was leaning forward in his seat. Then he heard a voice that he hadn't heard in a year. " Don't cry. Close your eyes my darlings. Don't breath to hard now. Kaede, hold on to Felicia. Don't let go of mommy. Felicia, take my hand, girls don't let go."
Heero opened his eyes. Sitting next to him was Serena. Her face was in an angry look as she told the girls to do several things. Tearstains were apparent on her face as she held the girls to her. Next to her was a woman who seemed to be helping Serena with the girls. The woman leaned closer to Serena and whispered something. Serena looked at the woman and then buried her face in Kaedence's dirty blonde hair. The woman patted Serena several times on the back.
" Hold on to me, don't let go. Mommy loves you, I love you, and Daddy loves you too. Oh god please keep my babies safe." Serena said to the girls.
The attack stopped. Heero opened his eyes. He wiped away stray tears. He let five minutes pass then got back on the road to the beach.
Heero walked on the dry sand on the Osaka beach. He took a minute to let the wind cool his skin. Heero walked farther down beach then settled down. Heero watched as several girl walked by him, all pointing and saying how cute he was. None of the girls would believe that Heero was actually in his twenties, twenty-four to be exact. He still had his high school good looks that Serena just adored. Serena loved his soft mahogany hair, his purssian blue eyes, his lean muscular body and his height. Heero was six feet tall.
Heero had the feeling that someone was watching him. He turned to the guard tower. He saw two men with Hawaiian shirts. The tall man was wearing a green Hawaiian shirt while the smaller man wore a yellow shirt. The tall man held binoculars to his face. He seemed to be looking at Heero. Heero glared at the man. The man looked startled when Heero glared. He turned as if he was watching birds and women.
Heero looked back to the water. He remembered when he took Serena and the girls on a cruise. Anything the girls wanted, he gave them. When they wanted the cruise, Heero went on the Internet and paid almost a thousand dollars. He had ordered two suites and all the luxuries that came with it. Heero did not deny his family anything.
Heero put his hand into his jacket. When he did, he felt a crumpled piece of paper. Heero pulled it out and opened it. There staring him in the face was a picture of his family. Kaedence, Felicia, and Serena stood in front of their three-story story house. Each girl was smiling brightly. Heero put the picture back in his pocket.
Heero's vision went to where the men were. They were gone. He needed to find them before he left.
Heero's thoughts went to the day when the crash occurred. He was at work when his youngest daughter called from the plane.
Ring ring! Ring ring! " Hello? Heero Yuy, Preventors office." Heero said into the phone. " Hi daddy!" cried his youngest daughter Kaedence. Heero smiled. " Hey pumpkin. How are you?" Kaedence giggled. " Fine. Daddy, guess what." Heero stopped typing to listen to his daughter. " Guess." " I'm callin' from the plane!" Heero smiled at his daughter's antics. Just when Heero was about to say something, hands grabbed the phone. " Hey! Kaede! It's Uncle Duo!" Duo yelled into the phone. " Uncle Duo! Hi Uncle Duo! I miss you! Tell everyone I miss them! Put daddy on the phone, mommy wants to talk to him." Duo handed the phone back to Heero. " Heero?" " Hello Serena. How are you?" "Fine. We're on our way back." Serena paused. " I miss you." Serena said. " I miss you too. I'll see you at the airport." Heero said to his wife. " Sure. Heero. I love you." Heero's smile broadened. " I love you too." Serena sighed into the phone. She loved it when Heero told her he loved her. " Heero I- what the hell!" Serena started screaming into the phone. Heero stood, the phone pressed to his ear. " Serena? Serena, what's happening? Serena answer me!" Every one in the preventor's office looked at Heero. They all felt as if something was wrong. " Heero! The plane!" Static filled the phone. " We're going to crash!" " Mommy! What's happening?" " Daddy help us!"
The phone went dead. " Serena! Kaedence, Felicia! SERENA!"
Heero had gone to the airport with his friends. " Sir, are you a relative of a person on the Nationwide Flight 347?" Heero nodded to the young man. " Please follow me." The young man led Heero and his friends up the stairs and through a door. Once they had stepped inside, the young man spoke to Heero. " I am sorry for your loss. Please wait here in the emergency lobby till the airport council and the federal police get here." The man left.
Heero watched as men and women paced over the floor. Many had no idea of why they were called from work on a short notice. The door opened. Several men came in followed by the airport council. They told everyone to listen.
"Today," a police official began, " Nationwide Flight 347 crashed into a meadow." The man paused for effect. Women screamed and several men gasped. " There were no survivors. We as of yet do not know the cause of the crash. You have the airport's sincerest apologies."
Well, whaddaya tink? I hope you like it. Don't worry, Serena will come in soon. This story is really about her and Heero so don't worry. Please review me! I have not givin up on Cosmos surprise so don't give up on that story either. Till next chap. Ciao Ishtar
