disclaimer:
I don't own Gundam Wing..
.. To Kill Him ::::::::::::::::::::
[(entry three)] [continued.of course] [1:21p.m. -Wednesday, February 12th] (a/n:The date and stuff is when she wrote it..ciao)
I woke up in a bed. Dark sheets, they werent very broken in either..felt like they were just bought, still scratchy and hard.. My first reaction was to jump up and scan my surroundings. The same off-white walls..greyish floors..simple room..i was still at the base. I reached for the gun that always stay by my belt. It wasn't there. Nor my knife and cell-phone.. I remembered what happened before, I went knumb and dropped my gun before all going blank. I looked at the floor to see if by some slim chance it was still there..but, of course, it wasn't..go figure. I looked around once more, I started to panic actually. I was unarmed, and in a place where I was about to kill this guy. I searched for a window that wasn't there. Then I listened. It was too quiet for my liking. I cracked the door. No noise was made. I felt like I was in a hospital, everything steryl..the smell of the air was just nausiating. I glaced side to side looking for sign of life. All was go. I darted to the left. I ran for the way I had secretly made my entrance. Wrong turn. I ran right into my victim.
Duo Maxwell.
"You!"
I pethetically blurted. He only grasped my shoulders with his hands..he had no intention of letting go. I struggled painstakingly to get free of his hold. I gave up.
"Hey now..where do ya think you're going?!?!"
I slumped to the floor tiresomely when he released his grip.
"I don't know..."
"Huh? Whatta you mean you don't know?"
I did my pethetic act..I am a brilliant liar. I looked soo confused, which I must admit was partially, but I still got the guys sympathy.
"I mean I don't know! Where am I, what happened anyway?"
He looked surprised..Ha! I am SUCH a good liar!! Too bad the guy would never know.
"Huh? ..You mean..you don't know?"
"Know what! Where the hell am I!?!?!"
He brought me back into the room I slept in earlier. He ordered me to lay down. I obeyed in false confusion. He explained to me that he had woke up an hour prior to me wakening. I was unconscience on the floor by the foot of his bed. Not only that, I had a gun, knives..plenty of weaponry. I had easily explained to him that the last thing I remembered was walking home from work on a Friday afternoon back on Earth. He believed the whole thing. He believes I was ubducted by some sick mastermind who but me there on the base. He offered to escort me back home . The truth wouldn't be hard to cover, because everyone back home, or in st.charles anyway, knows nothing of my crimes commited. It would be easy. I had devised the perfect plan to finish my job.. he'll be in love with me in less than three days, I can see it now. It will be too perfect. He is sitting right next to me as I write. Sleeping of course. I wouldn't be writing things like this before his eyes..that would just be idiotic. He even rests his head on my shoulder. He is sweet, it's a shame. I met all his friends..the other pilots that is. They are all going to earth to protect the cinq kingdom..As far as they know I'm a trusted ally. After all I am Howards neice. They don't know that yet..
I don't really care. I don't want to kill this guy. But if I don't kill him, I don't get paid, don't get paid, cant pay bills..you know the proccess. But I'm on my way back to where I have lived for a year now. St. Charles. I worked as a waitress there. It was so much fun. It was like living in a movie. I served in the café where everyone in town comes in at least once a week to give the weekly gossip. I have some close friends there. That's one reason why I went there after running away from home. Well I didn't really..run away. My mom knew I was leaving. I still talk to her at least once a week. We write letters to each other. I have nine brothers and sisters at home...no wonder I left. I couldn't handle it. Actually Sara, my second oldest sister, lives with me at St. Charles. My siblings..I love them. John, Dillan, Zoe, Sara, Shelly, Josh, Michael, Jeremi, and Liam. 30, 28, 23, 21,18, 13, 10, 6, and 4. Geez.that is a lot now that I look at it. If I were to be wedged in that order I would go right between Shelly and Josh. I am 15..i was 11 when my dad died. My mom was still pregnant with Liam. Its crazy. You could see why I wouldn't want to have kids. But I will one day.. I left home when I had just turned 13. Right after I got my revenge on the bastard that took dad away. I've been on my own for two years, almost three. If you wanna get down to it, I've been on my own since dad died. My grades dropped..blahblah..mom sent me to some phychiatrists..they said I was in a 'depressional phase' since my dad was murdered. What do they know? They once tried to say I was insane..they tried counsiling..all that crap. Nothing worked. My mom sent me to uncle Howard. Ha, he's just as much a nut as I am. Then the war actually started.
That's enough to drive the phychiatrists insane. War. I hate the term. Just like I hate the word 'soup'. War. It scared me. It scares me. It's crazy. I don't think people were ment in space. Sure, its cool. My first dream was to be the first on a colony. Yeah, now I have my doubts. Everything is artificial. Like the banana artificial flavouring, but it doesn't tast like the actual fruit. He like it better, but its not the same. I don't know. Nothing makes sence right now.
I have yet to figure out 'why????' I fainted back on the base. Its been bothering me. Why didn't I just shoot the kid? Why did I go numb? I think I am going crazy now..
[(closure)]
...........
Sorry for the randomness of her self thoughts.I read over my previous chapters and I confused myself @_@
I don't own Gundam Wing..
.. To Kill Him ::::::::::::::::::::
[(entry three)] [continued.of course] [1:21p.m. -Wednesday, February 12th] (a/n:The date and stuff is when she wrote it..ciao)
I woke up in a bed. Dark sheets, they werent very broken in either..felt like they were just bought, still scratchy and hard.. My first reaction was to jump up and scan my surroundings. The same off-white walls..greyish floors..simple room..i was still at the base. I reached for the gun that always stay by my belt. It wasn't there. Nor my knife and cell-phone.. I remembered what happened before, I went knumb and dropped my gun before all going blank. I looked at the floor to see if by some slim chance it was still there..but, of course, it wasn't..go figure. I looked around once more, I started to panic actually. I was unarmed, and in a place where I was about to kill this guy. I searched for a window that wasn't there. Then I listened. It was too quiet for my liking. I cracked the door. No noise was made. I felt like I was in a hospital, everything steryl..the smell of the air was just nausiating. I glaced side to side looking for sign of life. All was go. I darted to the left. I ran for the way I had secretly made my entrance. Wrong turn. I ran right into my victim.
Duo Maxwell.
"You!"
I pethetically blurted. He only grasped my shoulders with his hands..he had no intention of letting go. I struggled painstakingly to get free of his hold. I gave up.
"Hey now..where do ya think you're going?!?!"
I slumped to the floor tiresomely when he released his grip.
"I don't know..."
"Huh? Whatta you mean you don't know?"
I did my pethetic act..I am a brilliant liar. I looked soo confused, which I must admit was partially, but I still got the guys sympathy.
"I mean I don't know! Where am I, what happened anyway?"
He looked surprised..Ha! I am SUCH a good liar!! Too bad the guy would never know.
"Huh? ..You mean..you don't know?"
"Know what! Where the hell am I!?!?!"
He brought me back into the room I slept in earlier. He ordered me to lay down. I obeyed in false confusion. He explained to me that he had woke up an hour prior to me wakening. I was unconscience on the floor by the foot of his bed. Not only that, I had a gun, knives..plenty of weaponry. I had easily explained to him that the last thing I remembered was walking home from work on a Friday afternoon back on Earth. He believed the whole thing. He believes I was ubducted by some sick mastermind who but me there on the base. He offered to escort me back home . The truth wouldn't be hard to cover, because everyone back home, or in st.charles anyway, knows nothing of my crimes commited. It would be easy. I had devised the perfect plan to finish my job.. he'll be in love with me in less than three days, I can see it now. It will be too perfect. He is sitting right next to me as I write. Sleeping of course. I wouldn't be writing things like this before his eyes..that would just be idiotic. He even rests his head on my shoulder. He is sweet, it's a shame. I met all his friends..the other pilots that is. They are all going to earth to protect the cinq kingdom..As far as they know I'm a trusted ally. After all I am Howards neice. They don't know that yet..
I don't really care. I don't want to kill this guy. But if I don't kill him, I don't get paid, don't get paid, cant pay bills..you know the proccess. But I'm on my way back to where I have lived for a year now. St. Charles. I worked as a waitress there. It was so much fun. It was like living in a movie. I served in the café where everyone in town comes in at least once a week to give the weekly gossip. I have some close friends there. That's one reason why I went there after running away from home. Well I didn't really..run away. My mom knew I was leaving. I still talk to her at least once a week. We write letters to each other. I have nine brothers and sisters at home...no wonder I left. I couldn't handle it. Actually Sara, my second oldest sister, lives with me at St. Charles. My siblings..I love them. John, Dillan, Zoe, Sara, Shelly, Josh, Michael, Jeremi, and Liam. 30, 28, 23, 21,18, 13, 10, 6, and 4. Geez.that is a lot now that I look at it. If I were to be wedged in that order I would go right between Shelly and Josh. I am 15..i was 11 when my dad died. My mom was still pregnant with Liam. Its crazy. You could see why I wouldn't want to have kids. But I will one day.. I left home when I had just turned 13. Right after I got my revenge on the bastard that took dad away. I've been on my own for two years, almost three. If you wanna get down to it, I've been on my own since dad died. My grades dropped..blahblah..mom sent me to some phychiatrists..they said I was in a 'depressional phase' since my dad was murdered. What do they know? They once tried to say I was insane..they tried counsiling..all that crap. Nothing worked. My mom sent me to uncle Howard. Ha, he's just as much a nut as I am. Then the war actually started.
That's enough to drive the phychiatrists insane. War. I hate the term. Just like I hate the word 'soup'. War. It scared me. It scares me. It's crazy. I don't think people were ment in space. Sure, its cool. My first dream was to be the first on a colony. Yeah, now I have my doubts. Everything is artificial. Like the banana artificial flavouring, but it doesn't tast like the actual fruit. He like it better, but its not the same. I don't know. Nothing makes sence right now.
I have yet to figure out 'why????' I fainted back on the base. Its been bothering me. Why didn't I just shoot the kid? Why did I go numb? I think I am going crazy now..
[(closure)]
...........
Sorry for the randomness of her self thoughts.I read over my previous chapters and I confused myself @_@
