Night of the Falling Stars, Part 2
Duo screeched to a halt when he reached Trowa's house. It looked like Hell in a hand basket. The door was ripped partially off its hinges, every window was shattered, and one solitary light flickered inside. The silence had to be the worst part of it though. The silence that told Duo he was just too late.
The gun that he was tightly gripping in his hand fell to the ground and his mouth moved but only a shocked noise came out. Some how Duo found motion in his legs and finally started for the house, picking up speed until he had broken in to a sprint. He pushed the broken door away from the frame and stepped in side. Even in the flickering light he was told all he needed to know.
Blood was everywhere, on the walls, carpet, tipped and broken furniture. Shattered glass littered the place, and near the crushed remains of Trowa's phone was a large dark spot of fresh blood. More than likely where the pilot of Wing Zero had fallen after being shot.
Duo stepped carefully over the broken furniture to the center of the room, his mind spinning.
Glinting off the dyeing light of the busted lamp was a long, silver object. A saber, the one belonging to Wufei Chang. Duo fell on his knees, lifting the bloodstained weapon in to his hands.
"My…my friends…shit…I was too late…damn it…they're gone…they're all gone…"
Duo threw his head back and let out and inhuman howl of emotional pain and echoed through the sleeping town of Linkville like a cry of the dead.
Duo Maxwell was once again alone.
And all he could see in his mind was the burning church.
End Part 2