Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

I dedicate this chapter to… Cory. MUAHAHAHAHA. Who is, as he so eloquently put it, and I quote a 'ruthless mutha fucker'. Lolz, it might be a bit harsh though ;)

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Believe the best of everybody. - Rudyard Kipling

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Eyes like the devil

Cory sat at his table playing with his gun. Everyone knew this was a time to stay away from the general. All except for one, one of the newer recruits stepped forward.

"General…"

Before he could even utter another word his body fell lifeless to the ground, a knife sticking out of his neck. None of the other occupants of the room even dared to blink, afraid to set the general off again. They continued as though nothing had happened, silently pitying the foolish man.

Cory looked down at the body in disgust as he retrieved his knife. "Now I'm going to have to clean my knife." He growled in frustration and then smirked as he wiped his knife clean with the dead man's uniform. "Luckily I didn't waste a bullet on him."

Then he stalked out of the room, the events that had happened the day before replaying in his mind.

Astonished the recruits gazed at the man who was currently training. He was kicking and punching the bag with ruthless efficiency. It was their leader himself. Further down the hall another man was emptying his clip on one of the recruits. When he had finished he smirked at his group of recruits who in return cowered in fear.

"This is how it's done. It is always much more fun to practice on a live target."

He glanced at them.

"Do not make a mistake or the same fate will await you."

"Sir, yes sir." The recruits shouted in sync.

Cory nodded, amused by their obvious fear of him. Another man walked through the door and Cory's eyes narrowed instantly.

"What do you want?" He snapped.

The man gestured him to follow him and he did reluctantly.

"Continue the practice. Do not slack off or you will be punished." He ordered as he left.

Once he was outside he casually leaned against the wall. "For the last time… What do you want Michael?"

Michael grinned. "I am going to take over your position."

Cory raised an eyebrow, not taking him seriously.

"There is nothing you can do about it. The big boss himself has given me your mission. Don't feel bad, I know you can't help it I'm better."

Furious Cory slammed him into the wall. "Have you forgotten who you are talking to? You may be my brother but get in my way and you will be eliminated."

All of the sudden Todd appeared out of nowhere and pulled him off of Michael. Michael took the opportunity to walk away grinning while Todd was still holding Cory back.

"Let me go Todd." He snarled.

Todd shook his head. "He just loves pissing you off, check with the boss first to see if he's telling the truth."

Cory stared at him in disbelief. "I should just kill him."

Todd shook his head again. "Not yet. Check it out first. No matter what he is still our brother."

Without giving Todd a spare glance he took off. He marched straight up to the gym where their commander was currently training. He stormed towards him abruptly coming to a halt. "Why?"

Daniel Therrien never even stopped throwing punches and kicks to answer him.

"Michael deserves the opportunity. You may have been the best once but you failed your last assignment. This is too import to allow even the possibility of failure."

Cory's temper got the best of him as he lunged for his uncle. Only to find himself lying on the floor in a chokehold.

"Fine." He managed to get out of his throat.

Slowly the hold was released. "Do not question my orders again Cory."

Cory stood up and strode out of the room, his pride keeping him moving.

Michael was celebrating his success with his buddies. He laughed, he had finally outmanoeuvred Cory. And he had lots of beer to go with the celebration. Life couldn't get any better. One of his mates brought out a toast. 'To the new general.' Proud he stood up and bowed. He left to get some more beer.

A loud explosion followed. The side building belonging to Michael and his crew had completely been blown into the sky. Michael turned around his eyes wide.

"You didn't really think you could win? No one has ever beaten me and no one ever will." A voice coming from behind him stated.

Michael froze. He knew that voice.

"Come on Cory, you can't be serious? I'm your brother." He laughed nervously.

Cory just looked at him, his eyes void of emotion as he pointed his gun at him.

"I warned you."

Two shots rang out. Michael dropped on the ground, both his kneecaps blown to bits.

Looking down on him with a sadistic grin Cory pulled out his knife.

"Now you will have to suffer the consequences."

Despite Michael's whimpering Cory dragged him further into the woods where he threw him in a shed.

Michael howled in pain as he fell to the ground, only to be roughly hauled up and placed on a chair. Then Cory pulled up another chair and sat across him, the knife still in his hands.

"You know Michael, I never thought you'd actually be stupid enough to cross me."

Michael said nothing, his eyes fixed on the knife. The knife kept coming closer; he could feel the cold blade on his right arm. Slowly Cory applied pressure; blood welled up where the skin had been cut. Soon Michael had various cuts, the one on his forehead bleeding vigorously.

Cory lit up a cigarette. His eyes seemed to glow in the faint light.

"Please Cory, stop. I'm going to bleed to death." He begged.

"You don't have to worry about that. But, you are family, so let me take care of that cut…" He took the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it on top of the wound, burning the wound and closing it.

A couple of birds flew into the air, startled when a pain filled cry pierced through the silence.

Michael was breathing heavily. He was terrified. Desperately hoping he would survive this ordeal he tried to convince his torturer to let him go once again.

"Cory, look it was all just a hoax. You know I would never do anything to jeopardize your position. You're my brother."

"You have betrayed me. You do not know the meaning of being a brother and therefore I shall not treat you as one. Otherwise I would have made your death quick and painless."

With a sadistic grin he grabbed Michael's hand and started to bend his fingers backwards, one by one until they snapped. He proceeded by getting a good hold on Michael's arm as he brought it down on his knee, snapping it like a twig. Swinging the hammer around he then brought it down upon Michael's foot.

The sounds of bones crunching and heart wrenching screams continued for a while. As the silence once again reclaimed the grounds, Cory went to get something to wake Michael up. There was no need to be unconscious during the grand finale.

Groaning Michael opened his eyes, only to see Cory's malicious grin.

"Don't worry brother. It ends here."

Michael was still too dazed to react when Cory drenched his body in some kind of fluid.

"Cory…" A girl with brown hair tied back in a ponytail and glasses entered the shed. "Are you keeping the fun all to yourself?" She asked pouting slightly then grinning.

"Sorry cuz."

The girl smirked. "I've always wanted to do this."

She held out a lighter, waving the flame in front of Michael's face. Pulling it back she shook her head.

"No. That would be a waste of my lighter." Then she pulled out a box of matches, lit one and threw it in front of his feet. Michael's eyes flew open as his feet caught fire. He was about to scream when she gagged him.

"At least try to die like a man." Their taunting laughter filled the shed as they left.

"Nice one Mel. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were on a mission."

Mel smiled mysteriously. "I had the day off."

"The day off?"

"Sorry cuz, but that's all you need to know. By the way…" She started to rummage in her backpack. "I brought supplies." She pulled out two bags of marshmallows.

Cory shook his head as he sat next to her, knowing he wouldn't get any more out of her. They just sat there; roasting marshmallows in the fire for the shed was now completely on fire.

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Dan laughed when he heard the news. Michael had been weak and he had been creating problems. But he knew he could always count on Cory's rage to take care of that. His ruthlessness had made him one of the best after all.

"Thank you for your report Todd. I knew I could count on you to guide this in the right direction. Could you go get your brother?"

Todd saluted and left.

He found Cory and Mel sitting by the fire.

"Our leader would like to see you Cory."

Cory stood up and dusted himself off. "Alright, roast a couple of marshmallows for me bro."

Soon he had reached the office. Knocking on the door he entered.

His uncle didn't waste any time and got to the point straight away.

"Pick your team Cory. I'm expecting you to do this as swiftly as possible. And do get a new uniform; the one you are wearing is a mess."

Taking in the information Cory nodded, saluted and left.

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Next chapter will be about Kat and Relena, cya next time lolz.