Unwanted Contact 1/?
Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2003 12:47 am
Unwanted Contact 1/?
Chp. 1
Warning: Language and cruel killing.
Please don't hurt me about how things are going. I promise that things will get better.
"Can you see it from here?"
".....Yes. This spot will do fine."
"Then am I relieved of your duties?"
"Go. I no longer have use of you."
"And my money?"
"In the bag."
A man in about his early 30's, ran towards the brown bag and nearly ripped it open finding a large amount of money inside. He laughed with pleasure and kissed the thousands of dollars. He shoved them back into the bag, greedly and started to walk off when he felt a sharp pain in his back. He dropped the bag and soon after fell himself. The last thing he saw was the devilish smile of the young boy that he had helped. Choking back the last life that he had left, he said, "Son of a....". He died.
The young boy wiped the blood off his knife with the shirt of the man and put it back inside the breast pocket of his faded green shirt. The boy was no more then 15 and had messy brown hair with dark blue eyes. He wiped the dirt from his blue jeans and looked at the dead man. It was so easy to get someone just as naive to lead him to where he needed to go for money. He picked up the bag of money and threw it into the fire for it was just a fake.
Once the fake money was all burned to ashes, he put out the fire and packed his things. He took one last look at the dead man. There was no trouble of leaving him there. This was a remote area and nobody dared to come up. He smirked and remember what he was told.
".....Do you understand what I have just told you?"
"Hn."
"You must do this quickly and swiftly at any cost. This is probably the most important mission you have ever done."
"...."
"You also know that you will probably die. That would be the better way to end the mission. I really don't give a damn if you die or not but hear this. You must destroy the enemy. You must. You can do what ever the fuck you like after that. Get shot for all I care but you must finish out your order. Understood?"
".....Understood."
He let out a long cold laugh and quietly said, "Mission accepted."
He got down behind a tree and looked out. There was the road which meant that the mansion was probably about a mile ahead. Good. His legs were sore and his thighs acked but he could go on. He got back up but moved farther away just in case someone would spot him from the road. He then thought about how he should carry out his mission.
'The old cock didn't care how I did but as long as I did it.' He thought. The picture of the man that he had killed earlyer came back into his mind. He didn't know why but it just did but it only made him laugh again. It gave him pleasure to see the fear in one's face and it gave him even more when he thought about his next victims.
"No one will stand in the way of my missions. Just like the man. Tomorrow night, I will kill the Peacecraft family."
TBC
I do not own Gundam Wing.
Chp. 1
Warning: Language and cruel killing.
Please don't hurt me about how things are going. I promise that things will get better.
"Can you see it from here?"
".....Yes. This spot will do fine."
"Then am I relieved of your duties?"
"Go. I no longer have use of you."
"And my money?"
"In the bag."
A man in about his early 30's, ran towards the brown bag and nearly ripped it open finding a large amount of money inside. He laughed with pleasure and kissed the thousands of dollars. He shoved them back into the bag, greedly and started to walk off when he felt a sharp pain in his back. He dropped the bag and soon after fell himself. The last thing he saw was the devilish smile of the young boy that he had helped. Choking back the last life that he had left, he said, "Son of a....". He died.
The young boy wiped the blood off his knife with the shirt of the man and put it back inside the breast pocket of his faded green shirt. The boy was no more then 15 and had messy brown hair with dark blue eyes. He wiped the dirt from his blue jeans and looked at the dead man. It was so easy to get someone just as naive to lead him to where he needed to go for money. He picked up the bag of money and threw it into the fire for it was just a fake.
Once the fake money was all burned to ashes, he put out the fire and packed his things. He took one last look at the dead man. There was no trouble of leaving him there. This was a remote area and nobody dared to come up. He smirked and remember what he was told.
".....Do you understand what I have just told you?"
"Hn."
"You must do this quickly and swiftly at any cost. This is probably the most important mission you have ever done."
"...."
"You also know that you will probably die. That would be the better way to end the mission. I really don't give a damn if you die or not but hear this. You must destroy the enemy. You must. You can do what ever the fuck you like after that. Get shot for all I care but you must finish out your order. Understood?"
".....Understood."
He let out a long cold laugh and quietly said, "Mission accepted."
He got down behind a tree and looked out. There was the road which meant that the mansion was probably about a mile ahead. Good. His legs were sore and his thighs acked but he could go on. He got back up but moved farther away just in case someone would spot him from the road. He then thought about how he should carry out his mission.
'The old cock didn't care how I did but as long as I did it.' He thought. The picture of the man that he had killed earlyer came back into his mind. He didn't know why but it just did but it only made him laugh again. It gave him pleasure to see the fear in one's face and it gave him even more when he thought about his next victims.
"No one will stand in the way of my missions. Just like the man. Tomorrow night, I will kill the Peacecraft family."
TBC
I do not own Gundam Wing.
I jest.
Even with the killing... 
Post the
Well, not really. Off to an interesting start, though. Relena will just have to sweeten him up a bit.