The Fragile..(Part 9)

[katykit]

The Fragile A fanfiction by Kit.

Part 9 - (Updation with be notified)

So The Perfect Soilder, Heero Yuy sprinted but to his utter dismay, Phillip had entered the grounds of the home, the home of the Peacecrafts first.

The invisible gold medal hung around his neck as both of his heels stubbed into the dirt below. He panted, he sweated but his greed enlarged. The whiteness of his eyes diluted blood red as the swell of pressure increased in his body. Reaching into his pocket, he ripped the picture of the golden goddess before him, in half and dropped it to the floor below him and silently, flung himself over the wall.

Landing amongst the soft grounds, he started walking this time, but with an unusual and brutal pace, his left hand reached into the coat of his pocket and revieled the handle of his pistol, a much used weapon to the likes of one such as himself and so tenderly, like a child, held it. Masking his hand underneath the material of his cloth, he whipped it out as quick as lightening and aimed for the first movement in sight of the slightest ray of moonlight against the panel of the glass against the front door.

Paegan stood there, in his night wear he held a torch (flashlight) that shook with the natural case of old age and projected his voice quietly "Whose there, Miss Relena?" He had heard the russle and according to the description of his job and the loyalty he had for her, investigated this situation. "Who-whose there?"

Phillips breath raptured and seemingly tightened as each step he took but ignored even the sharpest signs that tingled in his chest. Screaming aloud he arose his gun against the window panel and fired. The window shattering, it screamed into the nights air.

Paegan fell to the floor like a stack of cards. The bullet had gone into his chest and planted itself there.

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"Shit.." Heero muttered underneath his own breaths as he rolled over the wall and landed to a weak crouch but silently. He had heard the gunshot and he had heard the thud..He could even hear Phillips breathing! Arising his left arm as his hand trailed through his marron locks, his prussian eyes scanned the building. "Where are you Shelli..?" He questioned quietly. His only defence was his comabt skills and to approach Phillip would most likely be unadvisable and also, the route to a quick death.

Squinting his eyes as the sudden break of light erupted from the window above the door and reflected the shadow of the balconys bannisters tormented his eyes. She was up there, Shelli was up there! And Phillip was going to do something, something Heero would regret.

But the easy access through the door would surely be heard by him. The balcony seemed accessible but strength was deffinatly required. Grunting quietly, ignoring the lapses of shorten breaths and a tighten chest, he edged his way over, in silent but slow steps to the balconys direction.

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Snapping her eyes open, for she only slept lightly and this was occasional and a promising prediction. The abduction of Heero Yuy had constricted her mind constantly for weeks and weeks on end. But the sound of a gunshot woken her senses and her body, physically and mentally into an arised position.

"Paegan..Is that you?" She whispered but loud enough for him to hear for there was noone else in her home and no other noise to interupt. "Paegan..Please, is that you?"

Shifting herself as quietly as she could into a sit up position, her long and slender legs draped down her bedside to pationatly connect her naked heels to the wooden floor. Her nightdress, white but decorated with the stitching of petals clung at her frail body, enabling the gentle curves and the narrow waist to be shown.

"Paegan?" She tried once more, leaning herself over as her head kept perfectly straight, she flicked on the light switch beside her bed.

She could swear on her life, she heard footsteps on the landing..

TBC.

[Julia]

grrrr
more more more
lol
can't wait to see more! SO, is Pagan going to die? noooo you wouldn't do that,would you?
SO this story is.... hum I've got no words (i'm french )