Well, I am so glad I could start typing again. Sorry, I WAS grounded until
the 9th because I got a detention check (It works like this: 3
checks=detention/ 3 detentions=suspension/ 3 suspensions=expelled.) so my
parents grounded me for it!!! Grrrrr!!!!!!!!!! It was my first one!!!!! So
any ways, I'll keep updating if I get the requested amount of reviews!!
Okay!!! Now let's get ready to rumble!!! Ba ba ba da dum ba ba ba de de
dum. oops! Sorry, got carried away, ^.^; The beginning of this chap. has
strong violence. NOT FOR PEOPLE WITH WEAK STOMACHS.
(Congratulations to my TENTH reviewer melina!)
*I don't believe in disclaimers
Chapter 7: Bandages
Hiiro spun around and knocked the heavy-set security guard down to the ground and unconscious. He then stealthily began to run with gun in hand. He opened the door which was even darker inside than in the black of night he was sneaking around in. The moon had abandoned the sky tonight leaving the stars to shine alone, lighting the night with radiance.
Hiiro walked silently through the door. A light came on and Hiiro quickly looked around to see his enemies. There was nobody was there. He stood up straight. There was another door. It stood tall and proud with a silver finish.
Hiiro knew that a bullet could trigger an alarm; there was no knob or key hole. Not even hinges. Hiiro walked back to the guard and searched him. He had no keys either. He looked back at the door and noticed four small bolts lining each side of it. One protruded out farther than the others.
Hiiro inspected the bolt quickly. He ran a finger over it; it pushed it self down at the sensitive touch of a finger. Hiiro stood back to watch. A small panel of the door lifted up and slid to the side. Hiiro examined it. It had been camouflaged flawlessly.
He tried to figure out what it was. Then it popped in his head. It was a hand-print scanner. Hiiro looked back at the guard. He was definitely too heavy to drag all the way from the gate to the panel.
Hiiro looked all over the guard for a knife. He found a medium-sized pocket knife. That was all he needed. He shot the guard through the head to spare him pain. Warm, sticky blood poured on the concrete and shimmered in the moon light. He brutally lifted the knife and brought it down once again...
Hiiro examined the pad one more time. He pressed the security guard's bloody hand against the pad. Blood was not Hiiro's favorite thing to get on his shirt. The hand was cold now. Hiiro displeasured holding it, but it was worth it because the door opened almost immediately.
Hiiro went through the door and threw the hand against the wall to get rid of it. Now the wall had blood smeared upon it. Oh well. no one would notice until morning. The place seemed empty enough.
Hiiro looked around. There was a lighted stairwell, it was stone. The walls were damp. He could feel the humidity enter his lungs as he inhaled. He began to walk down. It seemed for ages. Soon, he began to hear a slight humming behind the walls, which, he thought, was his mind.
'I don't have an imagination.' he said to himself.
He came to a place where there was a room to the right and then the stairwell continued. He chose the room. He opened the creaking wooden door. His eyes were assaulted with light, his ears with the singing of machinery, his lungs with fresh air.
He quickly ran crouched behind the wall and looked over his shoulder. HUNDREDS of workers, it seemed like, were working on a big machine of some sort.
Hiiro crept along the wall hoping against hope that no one would see him. He was granted that. The workforce was too busy functioning to notice. He slid in the shadows to cover himself even more. He almost blended in his camouflage uniform, but didn't take the chance of an official not recognizing him.
The place was big and it had tan walls with one small hallway apart from where he had entered on the balcony.
He looked around quickly then pulled a bomb out of his back pocket and attached it to the closest wall. He didn't bother to go down the small hall because his mission was not to find more information but to destroy the whole place and surrounding contents so he could leave this miserable place.
He began to set the bomb until he heard a loud gunshot. He fell to lean on one knee; the pain was like a lightning bolt. He hated it when people shot him.
He turned around and began to aim instantly at the man, which caused that person his life immediately.
All of a sudden, it felt, all the workers were aiming guns at him. Hiiro dropped the gun getting the point. An official and elder man walked up to Hiiro.
"What've we got here?" He asked Hiiro warily.
Hiiro spat at the man's feet warningly. Another guy held his gun under Hiiro's chin. He held his undamaged arm up in surrender.
~Midnight~
He stood with his hands cuffed to the tall pole with reached to the ceiling with open jaws, it almost engulfed the whole ceiling. He wasn't standing; he was hugging while the hand-cuffs sliced his wrists.
The man that had held the gun under his chin sat scooping coals into the fire place every minute or so. The fire place, which was what the big pole was for, was getting more unbearable by the second.
Hiiro began to work on getting the cuffs open while the stupid, yet poor and unsuspecting, man began to blab on and on.
"It will be so fun to watch you slowly crisp, I've heard about it from the previous guard."
"Was he the one guarding the gate?" Hiiro asked. The man shook his head.
"Yes, in fact, I guess he must have not noticed you or someth-"
The man was cut off by Hiiro's harsh laughs. They were hollow and meant nothing. They only came from a memory of what laughter was.
The guard did not open his mouth anymore. He only shoved twice the amount of coals in the smoldering fire while Hiiro eyed his gun on the table next to him. He was hot and extremely sweat-soaked. He held his arms as far away from the burning metal as possible. This was the perfect moment to bide his time.
"How do you guard this place? It's so huge." He asked with false fascination.
The guard leaned back against the wall with tiredness tugging at his eyes. "We have a main hall, which was what you were probably trying to blow up, and it has the top guard in it, he watches everything. We have security cameras all over this place." And with a chuckle he added, "He even caught two of the workers doing it in the broom closet."
He pulled a hat that read 'Security' over his face, he was conviced that there was no way Hiiro could get to him or get away. Hiiro found this the perfect moment.
The guard heard a click and sat up startled.
He died before he could even register what it was.
Hiiro heard the sounding of sirens over his head. Obviously the guard had been a new recruit. He gave to much information to Hiiro, and now, the whole base would pay for it.
Hiiro ran up the eternity of steps letting his right arm dangle lifelessly at his side. In his left hand, he held his gun. He pushed the silver door open. The blood splotch on the wall was gone and so was the hand. Outside, the body was gone and blood wasn't glittering in the moon light like he had left the scene.
~Inside the camp~
Hiiro examined his arm in the dimmed light of the hall. The camp used dimming lights, he had not noticed this. But the blood was dry now. He could see splintered bone. He would have to fix it inside the room.
The lights began to turn bright. He saw the Commander walking down the hall screaming through people's doorways. This was GREAT! How would he explain this arm to him?!
Hiiro tucked his gun in his pocket and saluted the Commander.
"What happened to your arm son?"
Hiiro heard a cheery voice behind him which said: "Sorry Commander! He sleepwalked last night."
"I didn't ask you Mr. Kibou!" He shouted. Usagi turned and walked back into the room.
"Is he telling the truth? Or is he lying like he lied about his name?" The Commander questioned.
"Sh-," He paused and thought, "He was telling the truth. I sleepwalked and woke up under the construction site."
"Carry on to first aid then." he said.
Hiiro waited until the Commander was in the next room then darted to the group's room. Usagi stared at him fiercely.
"What happened to you?!" Usagi questioned. "You disappear during target practice then appear 6 o'clock the next morning! What did you think you were doing?!"
"Sleepwalking." he replied with a smirk.
Usagi whipped a hand back and slapped him. It seemed to echo through the whole building. The others, including Hiiro stared at her in amazement.
"How could you do that?! You disappear and then reappear with a broken arm with enough lost blood to give a gorilla a transfusion!"
"What do you care?" He asked. She forced back her tears.
"I was worried. that's all." She said with a quavering voice. She shoved past him and began to walk down the hall to breakfast.
"Hiiro," Duo said coming up behind him, "You need to work on your skills."
"My people skills?" He inquired.
"No, your woman skills." Duo said with a laugh and quick dash down the hall. Hiiro would have shot him, but he was in no mood right now.
Wu fei walked out the door talking to Quatre, "This world could be so much better without Onnas."
"This famous opinion of the Aristotle from Greece was 'Women are inferior to men and should be confined to the husband's household.'"
"I think I'm beginning to like this guy 'Aristotle.'"
Trowa walked out silently. Hiiro shook his head. "Women. I will never understand their function."
"HIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A loud screeching voice shouted. Hiiro looked over his shoulder.
'It can't be!' He thought frantically.
A sandy blonde haired girl in a maroon school uniform began surfing towards him in a sea of soilders in camouflage. He began to run down the hall towards first aid, where he could bide time from his most ANNOYING enemy.
Relena.
Okay People. Relena has landed! I need Ten more reviews! It's not that many! Now come on ya'll! Oh! And I need a suggestion, should Relena die tragically or live to go somewhere else?(later in the story) Review Review Review!!!!!!!!!
(Congratulations to my TENTH reviewer melina!)
*I don't believe in disclaimers
Chapter 7: Bandages
Hiiro spun around and knocked the heavy-set security guard down to the ground and unconscious. He then stealthily began to run with gun in hand. He opened the door which was even darker inside than in the black of night he was sneaking around in. The moon had abandoned the sky tonight leaving the stars to shine alone, lighting the night with radiance.
Hiiro walked silently through the door. A light came on and Hiiro quickly looked around to see his enemies. There was nobody was there. He stood up straight. There was another door. It stood tall and proud with a silver finish.
Hiiro knew that a bullet could trigger an alarm; there was no knob or key hole. Not even hinges. Hiiro walked back to the guard and searched him. He had no keys either. He looked back at the door and noticed four small bolts lining each side of it. One protruded out farther than the others.
Hiiro inspected the bolt quickly. He ran a finger over it; it pushed it self down at the sensitive touch of a finger. Hiiro stood back to watch. A small panel of the door lifted up and slid to the side. Hiiro examined it. It had been camouflaged flawlessly.
He tried to figure out what it was. Then it popped in his head. It was a hand-print scanner. Hiiro looked back at the guard. He was definitely too heavy to drag all the way from the gate to the panel.
Hiiro looked all over the guard for a knife. He found a medium-sized pocket knife. That was all he needed. He shot the guard through the head to spare him pain. Warm, sticky blood poured on the concrete and shimmered in the moon light. He brutally lifted the knife and brought it down once again...
Hiiro examined the pad one more time. He pressed the security guard's bloody hand against the pad. Blood was not Hiiro's favorite thing to get on his shirt. The hand was cold now. Hiiro displeasured holding it, but it was worth it because the door opened almost immediately.
Hiiro went through the door and threw the hand against the wall to get rid of it. Now the wall had blood smeared upon it. Oh well. no one would notice until morning. The place seemed empty enough.
Hiiro looked around. There was a lighted stairwell, it was stone. The walls were damp. He could feel the humidity enter his lungs as he inhaled. He began to walk down. It seemed for ages. Soon, he began to hear a slight humming behind the walls, which, he thought, was his mind.
'I don't have an imagination.' he said to himself.
He came to a place where there was a room to the right and then the stairwell continued. He chose the room. He opened the creaking wooden door. His eyes were assaulted with light, his ears with the singing of machinery, his lungs with fresh air.
He quickly ran crouched behind the wall and looked over his shoulder. HUNDREDS of workers, it seemed like, were working on a big machine of some sort.
Hiiro crept along the wall hoping against hope that no one would see him. He was granted that. The workforce was too busy functioning to notice. He slid in the shadows to cover himself even more. He almost blended in his camouflage uniform, but didn't take the chance of an official not recognizing him.
The place was big and it had tan walls with one small hallway apart from where he had entered on the balcony.
He looked around quickly then pulled a bomb out of his back pocket and attached it to the closest wall. He didn't bother to go down the small hall because his mission was not to find more information but to destroy the whole place and surrounding contents so he could leave this miserable place.
He began to set the bomb until he heard a loud gunshot. He fell to lean on one knee; the pain was like a lightning bolt. He hated it when people shot him.
He turned around and began to aim instantly at the man, which caused that person his life immediately.
All of a sudden, it felt, all the workers were aiming guns at him. Hiiro dropped the gun getting the point. An official and elder man walked up to Hiiro.
"What've we got here?" He asked Hiiro warily.
Hiiro spat at the man's feet warningly. Another guy held his gun under Hiiro's chin. He held his undamaged arm up in surrender.
~Midnight~
He stood with his hands cuffed to the tall pole with reached to the ceiling with open jaws, it almost engulfed the whole ceiling. He wasn't standing; he was hugging while the hand-cuffs sliced his wrists.
The man that had held the gun under his chin sat scooping coals into the fire place every minute or so. The fire place, which was what the big pole was for, was getting more unbearable by the second.
Hiiro began to work on getting the cuffs open while the stupid, yet poor and unsuspecting, man began to blab on and on.
"It will be so fun to watch you slowly crisp, I've heard about it from the previous guard."
"Was he the one guarding the gate?" Hiiro asked. The man shook his head.
"Yes, in fact, I guess he must have not noticed you or someth-"
The man was cut off by Hiiro's harsh laughs. They were hollow and meant nothing. They only came from a memory of what laughter was.
The guard did not open his mouth anymore. He only shoved twice the amount of coals in the smoldering fire while Hiiro eyed his gun on the table next to him. He was hot and extremely sweat-soaked. He held his arms as far away from the burning metal as possible. This was the perfect moment to bide his time.
"How do you guard this place? It's so huge." He asked with false fascination.
The guard leaned back against the wall with tiredness tugging at his eyes. "We have a main hall, which was what you were probably trying to blow up, and it has the top guard in it, he watches everything. We have security cameras all over this place." And with a chuckle he added, "He even caught two of the workers doing it in the broom closet."
He pulled a hat that read 'Security' over his face, he was conviced that there was no way Hiiro could get to him or get away. Hiiro found this the perfect moment.
The guard heard a click and sat up startled.
He died before he could even register what it was.
Hiiro heard the sounding of sirens over his head. Obviously the guard had been a new recruit. He gave to much information to Hiiro, and now, the whole base would pay for it.
Hiiro ran up the eternity of steps letting his right arm dangle lifelessly at his side. In his left hand, he held his gun. He pushed the silver door open. The blood splotch on the wall was gone and so was the hand. Outside, the body was gone and blood wasn't glittering in the moon light like he had left the scene.
~Inside the camp~
Hiiro examined his arm in the dimmed light of the hall. The camp used dimming lights, he had not noticed this. But the blood was dry now. He could see splintered bone. He would have to fix it inside the room.
The lights began to turn bright. He saw the Commander walking down the hall screaming through people's doorways. This was GREAT! How would he explain this arm to him?!
Hiiro tucked his gun in his pocket and saluted the Commander.
"What happened to your arm son?"
Hiiro heard a cheery voice behind him which said: "Sorry Commander! He sleepwalked last night."
"I didn't ask you Mr. Kibou!" He shouted. Usagi turned and walked back into the room.
"Is he telling the truth? Or is he lying like he lied about his name?" The Commander questioned.
"Sh-," He paused and thought, "He was telling the truth. I sleepwalked and woke up under the construction site."
"Carry on to first aid then." he said.
Hiiro waited until the Commander was in the next room then darted to the group's room. Usagi stared at him fiercely.
"What happened to you?!" Usagi questioned. "You disappear during target practice then appear 6 o'clock the next morning! What did you think you were doing?!"
"Sleepwalking." he replied with a smirk.
Usagi whipped a hand back and slapped him. It seemed to echo through the whole building. The others, including Hiiro stared at her in amazement.
"How could you do that?! You disappear and then reappear with a broken arm with enough lost blood to give a gorilla a transfusion!"
"What do you care?" He asked. She forced back her tears.
"I was worried. that's all." She said with a quavering voice. She shoved past him and began to walk down the hall to breakfast.
"Hiiro," Duo said coming up behind him, "You need to work on your skills."
"My people skills?" He inquired.
"No, your woman skills." Duo said with a laugh and quick dash down the hall. Hiiro would have shot him, but he was in no mood right now.
Wu fei walked out the door talking to Quatre, "This world could be so much better without Onnas."
"This famous opinion of the Aristotle from Greece was 'Women are inferior to men and should be confined to the husband's household.'"
"I think I'm beginning to like this guy 'Aristotle.'"
Trowa walked out silently. Hiiro shook his head. "Women. I will never understand their function."
"HIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" A loud screeching voice shouted. Hiiro looked over his shoulder.
'It can't be!' He thought frantically.
A sandy blonde haired girl in a maroon school uniform began surfing towards him in a sea of soilders in camouflage. He began to run down the hall towards first aid, where he could bide time from his most ANNOYING enemy.
Relena.
Okay People. Relena has landed! I need Ten more reviews! It's not that many! Now come on ya'll! Oh! And I need a suggestion, should Relena die tragically or live to go somewhere else?(later in the story) Review Review Review!!!!!!!!!