It had all happened so fast. The sound of the shot fired. The look on his face as the bullet hit. Then his body collapsing to the ground.
I froze. I didn't know what to do. He'd been shot in the head……. I knew he was dead…… But I just didn't know what to do.
I soon found myself by his side, with his head on my lap…… I didn't remember how I had gotten there, but it didn't matter. I ignored the crimson blood as it dripped down his forehead and onto my pants. I ignored the slowly flowing stream of tears that came from my eyes as I held my companion….
It all started about a week ago when Preventer's Headquarters gave us this mission and debriefed us on what was to be done on it. It seemed like an easy enough mission. Infiltrate the enemy headquarters and collect some information on their plans.
This was the reason they'd only sent the two of us. It shouldn't have been all that difficult. Of course, Trowa or Heero would have been better for the job, but they where both busy with other tasks assigned to them by headquarters.
Neither of them would have let this happen. They would have gotten in, gotten the information and gotten out without even being noticed. They where, as many people called them, the perfect soldiers, but the two of us…… I guess we just didn't have it in us…… Or maybe it was just me who couldn't do it.
To tell you the truth, even Wufei would have been able to complete the mission without a problem…… It was all my fault.
If I hadn't been so slow….. If I'd payed more attention….. If I had…… If I had seen them coming…. I could have saved him…… But it was too late now…. He was dead….. And from the sounds of it, I wouldn't be far off. The sound of footsteps became louder as enemy soldiers surrounded me and my 'lost' companion.
I didn't fight. I didn't even bother moving. It didn't matter to me anymore. I was nothing but a liability to everyone. If I was gone, then the Preventers would be better off. I didn't even deserve a quick death….. I deserved to rot in hell….. I'd failed my partner, my companion….. my friend. Because of me, he was dead. I'd taken away the chance for him to fulfill his dreams, deprived his loved ones of ever seeing him again…… Took away his very life….
It might have been someone else who pulled the trigger, but It was my fault…… I should have done something to prevent it….. Something….. Anything…….
I didn't have much more time to dwell on any of it, however, as I heard the sound of a gun being cocked. I didn't flinch at the noise and I didn't try to get away…… It would be better this way….
And once again, the sound of a shot being fired……. Then….. nothing.
FIN