Chapter 4 : Concrete Angel
By : SilverRose82
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Smoke, the grey blue cloud of gun, missile and fire fumes rolled into the battlefield like a fog creaping over a lake in the early morning. The metallic sound of gun fire could be heard all around him as he ran through the compound. His legs pumping as he covered as much ground as he could, his lungs constricted as they were deprived from the precious oxygen they needed to keep him alive. He could faintly hear the others behind him, trying to keep up with him as they returned fire from the soldiers behind them. His mind had lapped him tine times over as he ran over the building layout again and again. Not wanting to make a wrong turn and get there late. Not wanting to lose the one person who meant the most to him in the world.
She had gone ahead, as they set up bombs and killed any soldier that came near them. Said she was going to try and get Relena out of the building before anyone knew they were there. Save them time and allowing for more bombs and explosives to be placed within the building.
Something had gone wrong, a shoot out had accured due to a miscalculation in the guard changing. He could faintly hear one of the guys saying they had twenty minutes left before the building blew. But between the gun fire and alarms that were going off around him he couldn't be sure. It only made his run faster, stretching his legs out farther to cover more ground as he turned down another corridor. Bodies littered the floor as he leaped over them, pushing his training to the limit as he continued on, well aware that he was pushing to hard, but the blood spattered walls made him continue on. As the count of bodies became more he started to fear that he was to late to save her.
He heard gun fire before him as he pushed on, never stopping in his race to get to the holding chamber of the building. Praying for strenght he glanced over his shoulder once to see that the others were behind him trying to keep up as best as they could, some doing better than others. Reaching for his gun he came to a sliding halt before a closed metal door. Feeling along the wall next to him for a button he drawed in slow and steady breaths of air.
A feeling of dread washed over him as he looked at the others beside him. Closing his eyes he pushed against the wall with his index finger. The small square button, conceiled against all eyes in the snow white wall, gave under the pressure. He turned off the safety of his gun while locking the silencer on, closing his eyes he took a deep breath as the silver door before him slide open.
Looking around the room he took tenative steps as they entered as one unit. The walls were a murky brown, a single table sat in the center of the room a broken chair on one end. There was a small mattress in the far corner of the room with a small, dirty and barred window above it. They slowly creaped through the room, past the small wooden table and over to another door that had been left open due to a hasty leave. The frame of the door was dented and mared from where bullets had hit and ricocheted.
Glancing at the group behind him he peared around the door, bodies littered the ground, their white and green uniforms stained with the rich colour of their blood. The metallic smell of blood surrounded them as they slowly made their way down the hall. Letting the bodies lead them to where the two they searched for would be. A gun shot rang out as they rounded the corner, a scream of agony followed as they jumped into action. Running towards the hysterical cries, barging into the room, he stopped short.
There laying with a puddle of rose coloured blood beneath her in the arms of a crying pacifist lay the one woman who understood and loved him. Her long silver blonde hair pooled around her as it turned crimson. Hazy sapphire eyes turned to look at him as she coughed up blood. A small river ran down the side of her mouth as she reached for him, her skin slowly loosing its colour as death came to claim her. Walking toward the two in the center of the room, he barely heard the gun shot that killed the same man who had shot her, falling to his knees he carefully cradled her to his body.
His own eyes became glassy as he stared down at her form. She stared up at him with a look of pure, undying love as she slowly placed a hand on his cheek. Mouthing the words she could no longer speak, her eyes glazed over as her hand slowly dropped from his face. With a final breath she left the world that had caused her so much pain and agony.
A cry howled through the building, sounding like a wounded animal that had lost everything it ever held important. Everyone in the building haulted as they listened, the pain in that single cry chilled the bones of everyone as they slowed their persuit into the holding cells. Some fearing the waith that would be on the other side of that wounded cry.
