disclaimer:
I don't own Gundam Wing.. .. To Kill Him ::::::::::::::::::::

[(entry three)] [1:21p.m. -Wednesday, February 12th]

Im on my way back to Earth. Last night I carefully ran across a couple acres or so of barren land over to the base. I made it inside alright. The guards didn't even notice me. The Pilots were in their hangar. There were 4 of them. Only two of them stood in front of the massive machines. Four deathly beautiful machines, blood stained on its iron. I coundnt stand it. I knew they fought for the good of the colonys, but there had to be a better way. I learned alonge time ago there was no other way to solve your problems. You have to fight. Yet, these pilots treeted their crafts as though they were a being. Beings that enabled them to fight for the freedom of the colonies. It made me sick. I hate how far our technology mankind has made. I never act on it though. I have to get over it. It's not my place to act upon the wrongs of others, let alone mankind. We are ALL guilty in our own ways.

Heero Yuy, the legendary Heero yuy, stood before gundam Wing Zero. Quatre stood before his own. Heero was about to make his flight. But they both looked up in admiration of the beautiful gloss and shine of the newly repaired gundams before them. They both stood in awe. Neither knew I was there. It made me sick.

"Sandrock quides me in all my battles."

"hn"

Heero never looked at Quatre beside him.

"I don't understand how you can handle the system, a system like zero could drive anyone crazy"

"Yes, but someone has to battle, why not someone crazy?"

"Ha..good point"

"Hn! I must get going"

"uh, bye, keep safe"

He jumped into his cockpit and his gundam took off into space. Its so bazaar. They get in these machines, and just take off into space. I envied his courage. I also pitied him. How can he deal with himself. Me personally I have slight closterphobia. I don't think I could handle dicing machines in a tiny confined space in a huge hunk of metal, killing people. Ugg.I don't trust machines.

I went around and saw that the three remaining pilots were in some sort of room where they all sat around a round table drinking coffee. Coffee sounded good, let me tell ya. Duo, he had an extremely long braid..i forgot to mention that. It got on my nerves when I followed him yesterday, but its grown on me. But the pilots, Duo, Quatre, and the last was Trowa Barton. I layed above them..in a vent (yeppers..i told ya about my closterphobia..umm yeah) I listened to them. The conversation was very uninteresting but anyway.. it soon ended. and they went to bed...PERFECT!!! right?? wrong! leave it to me, Berit Payton to screw things up!!! Yeah, an hour or two after I was POSITIVE they were asleep, I walked around to the sleeping quarters. I peeked my head through, one by one..till I found Maxwell's room. He was sleeping. I took my gun out..cocked it slowly. The cold metal slipped between my sweaty. I remember it was soooo hot in the place. An I just came out of a vent!! T~T

I walked to the foot of the small bed. He was snoring. I remember giggling slightly. I turned and held the gun with my right hand, closed one eye and aimed carelessly. I remember my mind went numb at that point. I started to get .. nervous?.. that was new for me. I never get nervous on an assignment anymore. My arm dropped to my side. I couldn't do it. I felt my hand drop the gun to the floor. I fainted I guess?