Man on Fire
Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2004 7:39 pm
New fic, that?s crazy, I haven?t finished any of my others, I?ll try to though. Basically it?s a Heero Relena outlook on the movie. Ages are different from the movie as well.
Disclaimer: Standard
AU, Will be R eventually.
FACT: There is one kidnaping every 60 minutes in Latin America, 70% however do not survive.
Heero?s cold, dark blue eyes surveyed the Texas/Mexican border. The taxi driver?s erratic swerving kept him slightly off balance. The Russian vodka swirled around in his tin flask. Stains of blood were dried to the side of it. His blood and others blood.
?Best not to think about that now.? he thought as he pulled the top back and took a large swig from it.
However he knew that he couldn?t just forget about it. Especially when he had thought about it for even a split second. The death?s of people hung over his head. Whether he was supposed to kill them, or if they were in the way of his mission. It didn?t matter. They haunted, each face, each and every noise as they died. He could feel it killing him. Slowly. To slow for his own taste. What was there except maybe, to end it now.
The driver pulled up to Duo?s current home.
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Duo?s Backyard/Pool
Barbecue
Duo looked up from the grill and spied Heero walking towards him, metal flask slightly bulging out from where it was placed in the side of his coat pocket.
?Heero buddy, hey Hilde bring me two drinks.?
?Duo. It?s good to see you.?
?Yeah well, same can be said for you.?
Hilde walked up quickly passing Duo the tequila, and landing a kiss, almost immediately leaving.
?That?s the wife huh.?
?THE wife, Heero, the wife.?
The two moved from in front of the grill towards an adjacent table. Sitting down they pulled aside two empty cups.
?How?s you business doing??
Heero took another drink swallowing the cup in a single gulp.
?It?s good. The Japanese car industrials love Mexico, cheap labor, but they like living in El Paso, its ?safer?. I ferry them across the border with a couple guys, they think I?m a hero.? Duo took a sip of his drink as Heero knocked back another cup the tequila. ?I live like a king down here, CIA retirement pays well in this country.?
?Yes, it seems it does.? Heero filled his cup again and swallowed its contents again.
Duo?s eyes narrowed, ?Have you been working.?
?No, I?ve been moving around, places I can?t remember, probably never will.? Heero took a pause looked down at his flask and then back to Duo. Do you think, do you think that God will ever forgive us for what we?ve done.?
?No? Duo?s answer was serious this time, no smiles.
?You either huh.? Heero thought about his hollow point round, he still kept it at the top of his magazine, just incase.
?Heero what are you doing down here??
?I don?t know. I came on an impulse.?
?Hn, that?s some impulse.?
TBC....
Disclaimer: Standard
AU, Will be R eventually.
FACT: There is one kidnaping every 60 minutes in Latin America, 70% however do not survive.
Heero?s cold, dark blue eyes surveyed the Texas/Mexican border. The taxi driver?s erratic swerving kept him slightly off balance. The Russian vodka swirled around in his tin flask. Stains of blood were dried to the side of it. His blood and others blood.
?Best not to think about that now.? he thought as he pulled the top back and took a large swig from it.
However he knew that he couldn?t just forget about it. Especially when he had thought about it for even a split second. The death?s of people hung over his head. Whether he was supposed to kill them, or if they were in the way of his mission. It didn?t matter. They haunted, each face, each and every noise as they died. He could feel it killing him. Slowly. To slow for his own taste. What was there except maybe, to end it now.
The driver pulled up to Duo?s current home.
********
Duo?s Backyard/Pool
Barbecue
Duo looked up from the grill and spied Heero walking towards him, metal flask slightly bulging out from where it was placed in the side of his coat pocket.
?Heero buddy, hey Hilde bring me two drinks.?
?Duo. It?s good to see you.?
?Yeah well, same can be said for you.?
Hilde walked up quickly passing Duo the tequila, and landing a kiss, almost immediately leaving.
?That?s the wife huh.?
?THE wife, Heero, the wife.?
The two moved from in front of the grill towards an adjacent table. Sitting down they pulled aside two empty cups.
?How?s you business doing??
Heero took another drink swallowing the cup in a single gulp.
?It?s good. The Japanese car industrials love Mexico, cheap labor, but they like living in El Paso, its ?safer?. I ferry them across the border with a couple guys, they think I?m a hero.? Duo took a sip of his drink as Heero knocked back another cup the tequila. ?I live like a king down here, CIA retirement pays well in this country.?
?Yes, it seems it does.? Heero filled his cup again and swallowed its contents again.
Duo?s eyes narrowed, ?Have you been working.?
?No, I?ve been moving around, places I can?t remember, probably never will.? Heero took a pause looked down at his flask and then back to Duo. Do you think, do you think that God will ever forgive us for what we?ve done.?
?No? Duo?s answer was serious this time, no smiles.
?You either huh.? Heero thought about his hollow point round, he still kept it at the top of his magazine, just incase.
?Heero what are you doing down here??
?I don?t know. I came on an impulse.?
?Hn, that?s some impulse.?
TBC....
