Soul Survivor
Ishtar: I'm back! I'm sorta disappointed that I didn't get a lot of reviews, but I'm glad and appreciative of those who did.
::cough cough:: THOSE WHO REVIEWED, this chapter is for you.
Ishtar: I don't own GW or SM. If I did I would own Heero. HEHE
Chapter 2: The Woman Who Knows Sere-Nothing.
Heero shook his head. He hated recalling that fated day. After that day, he never smiled again. He turned into the Perfect Soldier that he hated so much. As much as his friends tried to help him, he refused. He didn't want help. He wanted the pain. He wanted to feel hurt. He wanted to die but Heero didn't know what kept him here. Irene told him that maybe he had to stay to help someone. Of course, Heero did not believe her. He believed nothing that he couldn't see.
Heero stood, wiping the sand of him. He turned to the watchtower. There staring at him was the two men that were watching him earlier. He glared. Heero turned to his left and walked into the men's restroom. When he walked inside, he saw several men kneeling in a circle. The men were shouting and waving their hands like crazy yelling, " Go! Go!"
Heero spotted a teenage boy washing his hands. Heero walked up to him and poked his shoulder. The boy turned around. " Yea?" the boy asked. " You want some money?" Heero asked. The boy's blonde head bounced up and down in an answer. " What I gotta do?" the boy asked. " There are two men watching me near the watchtower. One's wearing a green Hawaiian shirt and another wearing an orange Hawaiian shirt. See if they're still out there." Heero told the boy. " How much you gonna pay me?" " Ten now, fifteen when you get back. So you wont run off with my ten." The boy chuckled. "Whatever." The boy stepped over the hollering men and walked out.
Heero walked to the sink and turned on the cold water. He splashed his face several times. The men behind him kept hooting and hollering. Heero looked over the shoulder of one man after he had turned of the water at the sink. A cockroach that was split in half was running around in a circle. The men were putting money on how fast the roach would make each round. Heero tried to ignore the hollering but he wouldn't take it much longer. Heero gave the noise another minute but not even a full minute lasted before he stepped over a crouching man and crushed the bug with the heel of his shoe.
The restroom became quite. A large man stood up and got into Heero's face. " I was winnin' here! I was winnin' big!
You gonna pay me what I get from that round? You better! I was winnin'!" Heero glared at the man. " No I won't. Why should I?" The large man growled and tired to punch Heero in the nose. Heero saw the punch coming and dodged. When the man's arm swung by Heero's face, Heero grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it in a painful position. The man howled and tried to swing with his other arm. Heero caught that arm and pulled both arms behind the man. Then Heero let him go. The man thought he had a chance to hit Heero.
Heero felt like an animal that was not domesticated. He had to get rid of this man that was bothering him. The large man charged at Heero. Heero took his fist and implanted it in the man's face. His nose crumpled in a sickening crunch. Blood fell from the man's nose. The man fell to the floor and reduced himself to small childlike whimpers. Heero trekked to the sink as he wiped the man's blood of his hand. Several men stood in awe. At that moment to Heero's relief the blonde boy came in. He looked at the whimpering man then went to Heero. " What did you see." The blonde boy cleared his throat. " Well I saw the men you was a talking 'bout. Yea, they was watching the place, I guess waiting on you to come out. Some girls walked by. One looked like she was deaf or something cause she was putting in a hearing aid or something like that. She kept walking by the door over and over. Them was some fine bitches." Heero looked up. The boy's cussing did not shock him, it was how he described the women. " Their not Bitches. Their women." The boy shrugged. " So, you want me to go into the stall with you so I can get the money?" Heero was surprised just a little but did not show it. Young men these days knew too much street smarts. Heero gave the boy the fifteen dollars and walked out.
Heero cruised the streets till he came to the Osaka Silent Hill Cemetery. He turned into the drive and slowed till he stopped in front of a hill. Heero got out of his BMW and walked up the hill. Heero wanted to bury the girls on a hill, a place where the sun shined directly on the graves. Once Heero made it up the hill, he saw a woman at the girl's graves. A black woman in a yellow blouse and black pants was taking pictures of the graves. Heero stood behind the woman.
" Can I help you?" Heero asked. The woman turned around apparently startled. She smiled politely at Heero. "Hello, Heero." The woman said. Heero looked surprised. " You want to know how I know you?" Heero nodded. He was speechless. " I can't tell you. I'm already putting you in danger. She told me to leave you out of this but I just couldn't stop myself." Heero's eyes caught the woman's. " Who told you to leave me out of this?" The woman smiled. " Someone. Anyway, I want you to do something." She gave Heero one of the pictures she just took of the graves. Heero looked intently at the picture that bared his wife's name along with his daughters. " Touch the picture." The woman said. " Close your eyes. Do you see anything?" Heero let his fingers slide over the cool surface of the picture. " I feel nothing." The woman sighed. Heero opened his eyes. " What is your name." The woman looked at Heero. She was hesitating at what to say. " I." the woman trailed off. Heero turned sharply as he heard rapid footsteps up the hill. Appeared the same men from the beach both still clad in their Hawaiian shirts.
"Freeze Bitch! Don't move!" The black woman stood still for only a minute before sprinting off through graves and over hills. The men chased after her telling her to stop and shooting at her from their guns. The woman was to fast for the men, her long legs stretching like a track runner. 'Run. Don't stop. Keep going. Run. Run.' Heero thought, mentally cheering the woman on. The three passed over a hill and disappeared. Heero looked around. The men must have followed him to the cemetery. Heero looked down the hill. There parked near his BMW was a gray van. Heero hurried down the hill. He circled the van several times. He walked to the door, then opened it with caution. Heero put half his body in the van and looked around the front. Heero opened the glove box. He flipped through papers and found nothing that could help him. A voice sounded from the back of the van. " Hey, you found Naomi?" Heero stopped what he was doing. " Hey! Who the hell are you?" Heero backed out of the van. The back doors swung open.
" Who the hell are you?" The man asked again. Heero stood silent. " I asked you a question you asshole!" the man tried to swing at Heero and he missed. Heero sized up the man. He was tall and large in the gut. Heero could beat him easily. The man tried to swing again but Heero caught the man's hand in his palm. The man's eyes widened as Heero thrusted his other hand into the joint of the arm. The arm popped out of place. The man yelled in pain. As the man cried, Heero hit him in the nose, then in the stomach. The man staggered around. He gave one last try to hit Heero but Heero dodged again and kneed him in the groin. The man fell to the ground. He rolled around holding his gut and groin area.
Heero left the man on the ground and went to the back of the van. He looked. inside. The inside. did not look like a regular van. Inside held computers, tracking equipment, and periodic transmitions. Heero stepped inside the van and continued to look around. Four pictures caught Heero's eye. Two pictures were of his daughters Kaedence and Felicia. The third picture was of Serena. She was smiling brightly. The last picture was of the woman dubbed Naomi. Heero sat confused. Why did they have pictures of his family and this woman?
Heero walked outside to the still man. Heero went through his pockets, searching for some identification. Heero found a wallet and opened it. The driver's license sat in a clear cover. The man's name was Wallis Blik. Heero went through the wallet and pulled out money and anything that might help him in the long run. Heero pulled out a picture between a pair of twenties. The picture was of his wife. " Serena?" Heero whispered.
Well , what do ya think? HOPE MORE PPL REVIEW! Till next chappie. Ciao
Ishtar
Ishtar: I'm back! I'm sorta disappointed that I didn't get a lot of reviews, but I'm glad and appreciative of those who did.
::cough cough:: THOSE WHO REVIEWED, this chapter is for you.
Ishtar: I don't own GW or SM. If I did I would own Heero. HEHE
Chapter 2: The Woman Who Knows Sere-Nothing.
Heero shook his head. He hated recalling that fated day. After that day, he never smiled again. He turned into the Perfect Soldier that he hated so much. As much as his friends tried to help him, he refused. He didn't want help. He wanted the pain. He wanted to feel hurt. He wanted to die but Heero didn't know what kept him here. Irene told him that maybe he had to stay to help someone. Of course, Heero did not believe her. He believed nothing that he couldn't see.
Heero stood, wiping the sand of him. He turned to the watchtower. There staring at him was the two men that were watching him earlier. He glared. Heero turned to his left and walked into the men's restroom. When he walked inside, he saw several men kneeling in a circle. The men were shouting and waving their hands like crazy yelling, " Go! Go!"
Heero spotted a teenage boy washing his hands. Heero walked up to him and poked his shoulder. The boy turned around. " Yea?" the boy asked. " You want some money?" Heero asked. The boy's blonde head bounced up and down in an answer. " What I gotta do?" the boy asked. " There are two men watching me near the watchtower. One's wearing a green Hawaiian shirt and another wearing an orange Hawaiian shirt. See if they're still out there." Heero told the boy. " How much you gonna pay me?" " Ten now, fifteen when you get back. So you wont run off with my ten." The boy chuckled. "Whatever." The boy stepped over the hollering men and walked out.
Heero walked to the sink and turned on the cold water. He splashed his face several times. The men behind him kept hooting and hollering. Heero looked over the shoulder of one man after he had turned of the water at the sink. A cockroach that was split in half was running around in a circle. The men were putting money on how fast the roach would make each round. Heero tried to ignore the hollering but he wouldn't take it much longer. Heero gave the noise another minute but not even a full minute lasted before he stepped over a crouching man and crushed the bug with the heel of his shoe.
The restroom became quite. A large man stood up and got into Heero's face. " I was winnin' here! I was winnin' big!
You gonna pay me what I get from that round? You better! I was winnin'!" Heero glared at the man. " No I won't. Why should I?" The large man growled and tired to punch Heero in the nose. Heero saw the punch coming and dodged. When the man's arm swung by Heero's face, Heero grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it in a painful position. The man howled and tried to swing with his other arm. Heero caught that arm and pulled both arms behind the man. Then Heero let him go. The man thought he had a chance to hit Heero.
Heero felt like an animal that was not domesticated. He had to get rid of this man that was bothering him. The large man charged at Heero. Heero took his fist and implanted it in the man's face. His nose crumpled in a sickening crunch. Blood fell from the man's nose. The man fell to the floor and reduced himself to small childlike whimpers. Heero trekked to the sink as he wiped the man's blood of his hand. Several men stood in awe. At that moment to Heero's relief the blonde boy came in. He looked at the whimpering man then went to Heero. " What did you see." The blonde boy cleared his throat. " Well I saw the men you was a talking 'bout. Yea, they was watching the place, I guess waiting on you to come out. Some girls walked by. One looked like she was deaf or something cause she was putting in a hearing aid or something like that. She kept walking by the door over and over. Them was some fine bitches." Heero looked up. The boy's cussing did not shock him, it was how he described the women. " Their not Bitches. Their women." The boy shrugged. " So, you want me to go into the stall with you so I can get the money?" Heero was surprised just a little but did not show it. Young men these days knew too much street smarts. Heero gave the boy the fifteen dollars and walked out.
Heero cruised the streets till he came to the Osaka Silent Hill Cemetery. He turned into the drive and slowed till he stopped in front of a hill. Heero got out of his BMW and walked up the hill. Heero wanted to bury the girls on a hill, a place where the sun shined directly on the graves. Once Heero made it up the hill, he saw a woman at the girl's graves. A black woman in a yellow blouse and black pants was taking pictures of the graves. Heero stood behind the woman.
" Can I help you?" Heero asked. The woman turned around apparently startled. She smiled politely at Heero. "Hello, Heero." The woman said. Heero looked surprised. " You want to know how I know you?" Heero nodded. He was speechless. " I can't tell you. I'm already putting you in danger. She told me to leave you out of this but I just couldn't stop myself." Heero's eyes caught the woman's. " Who told you to leave me out of this?" The woman smiled. " Someone. Anyway, I want you to do something." She gave Heero one of the pictures she just took of the graves. Heero looked intently at the picture that bared his wife's name along with his daughters. " Touch the picture." The woman said. " Close your eyes. Do you see anything?" Heero let his fingers slide over the cool surface of the picture. " I feel nothing." The woman sighed. Heero opened his eyes. " What is your name." The woman looked at Heero. She was hesitating at what to say. " I." the woman trailed off. Heero turned sharply as he heard rapid footsteps up the hill. Appeared the same men from the beach both still clad in their Hawaiian shirts.
"Freeze Bitch! Don't move!" The black woman stood still for only a minute before sprinting off through graves and over hills. The men chased after her telling her to stop and shooting at her from their guns. The woman was to fast for the men, her long legs stretching like a track runner. 'Run. Don't stop. Keep going. Run. Run.' Heero thought, mentally cheering the woman on. The three passed over a hill and disappeared. Heero looked around. The men must have followed him to the cemetery. Heero looked down the hill. There parked near his BMW was a gray van. Heero hurried down the hill. He circled the van several times. He walked to the door, then opened it with caution. Heero put half his body in the van and looked around the front. Heero opened the glove box. He flipped through papers and found nothing that could help him. A voice sounded from the back of the van. " Hey, you found Naomi?" Heero stopped what he was doing. " Hey! Who the hell are you?" Heero backed out of the van. The back doors swung open.
" Who the hell are you?" The man asked again. Heero stood silent. " I asked you a question you asshole!" the man tried to swing at Heero and he missed. Heero sized up the man. He was tall and large in the gut. Heero could beat him easily. The man tried to swing again but Heero caught the man's hand in his palm. The man's eyes widened as Heero thrusted his other hand into the joint of the arm. The arm popped out of place. The man yelled in pain. As the man cried, Heero hit him in the nose, then in the stomach. The man staggered around. He gave one last try to hit Heero but Heero dodged again and kneed him in the groin. The man fell to the ground. He rolled around holding his gut and groin area.
Heero left the man on the ground and went to the back of the van. He looked. inside. The inside. did not look like a regular van. Inside held computers, tracking equipment, and periodic transmitions. Heero stepped inside the van and continued to look around. Four pictures caught Heero's eye. Two pictures were of his daughters Kaedence and Felicia. The third picture was of Serena. She was smiling brightly. The last picture was of the woman dubbed Naomi. Heero sat confused. Why did they have pictures of his family and this woman?
Heero walked outside to the still man. Heero went through his pockets, searching for some identification. Heero found a wallet and opened it. The driver's license sat in a clear cover. The man's name was Wallis Blik. Heero went through the wallet and pulled out money and anything that might help him in the long run. Heero pulled out a picture between a pair of twenties. The picture was of his wife. " Serena?" Heero whispered.
Well , what do ya think? HOPE MORE PPL REVIEW! Till next chappie. Ciao
Ishtar
