In Pieces
Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2005 7:19 pm
The story In Pieces is one I have been working on for a little while. I will only post it in short clips, so what I post may or may not be the entire chapter. Feel free to comment or critisize and keep in mind that I have tried my best to keep all characters in character. Heero just isn't Heero unless he is a bit of an ass sometimes ( I love him though!)
Disclaimer: I do not claim Gundam Wings as my own creation, I have neither the creativity nor the genious to create something that freaking awsome.
In Pieces
Peace, a nice thought. A dream of a famous man, a murdered man. Peace on Earth and in the Colonies-there was no such thing. But this little fact did not stop the goverments of both worlds, the Earth and the Colonies, from believing in this false hope. Even the newly reistated Queen, Relena Peacecraft, believed that war, blood, and pain would finally dissapear forever. Oh how wrong she was...
A man walked at a steady pass towards the rundown motel. Those who watched him mearly thought he was one of the million young men redused to living the hard life of poverty. His clothing, a dark cloak ragged and dirty, and his face and hair seemed covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust-some places more than others. Simply a guy down on his luck. None of those who saw him enter the hotel room next to the dirty bug-ridden pool could have guessed what he was going to do. In fact, even after it was done no one seemed to remember the man, just another face among the billions.
The browned haired-blue man enter the room, one hand closing the door behind him and the other in his pocket. The man sleeping on the bed sat up immediatly, the shine off of hte top of his head the first to be seen in the low lamplight. The old man, hair thinning on top, had a round stomach, a round face, and was wearing pajamas that were probably more expensive than the entire motel. He seemed to sweat right through his clothes when he saw man standing before him, he began to grope beneath his pillow.
"I knew you people would come for me, but I shall not go that easily!" He shouted, his voice shaking. Suddenly, rather quick for a man of his age, he pulled out a gun and shot it at the youth. Like lightening the younger man was grabbing his wrist, twsiting the gun from his grasp. As the bullet went through the door the man pulled out his own gun and pressed it against the mans throat, just under his chin. "P-please... Don't.... my wife, my children!" the older man begged, tears creeping down his face.
The youth was silent for a moment and then leaned down a bit, his Prussian blue eyes not moving from the old man's murky green ones. "Your insurance will take care of them just fine," he said simply, his cold and robotic voice scaring the man almost as much as the youths impenitrable stare. The gunman than reached his hand over and clicked off the light. In the darkness, a gunshot went off.
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Relena was punched in the arm and sat up quickly at her desk, where she had been napping for the past hour. A woman with long red hair and emerald eyes handed her a letter-marked confidential. "I am sorry, m'lady, but I could not wake you up. This letter was given to me with strict instructoin to bring it to you immediatly and make sure that you got it. Good day, Queen Relena" the woman bowed and then left the room. Relena looked down at the envelope, groggily at first, and then in sharp focus.
"Oh no, not again..." she whispered quietly, all drowziness gone from her eyes. She qickly ripped open the letter and pulled out the paper she knew she would find inside. ON white paper, in golden letters, she wsa about to be told that another leading government official had been murdered.
In the past six months there have been over 20 murders. The first few were of low ranking employees of government buildings, one person who worked as a maid in her own mansion. The kills than gradually began climbing the 'ladder' of government positions. Many believed that the final murder would be that of Queen Relena herself. To Relena's dismay, the already strict security over her had increased immensley. She even had to have a woman go with her into the bathroom. In fact, four bodyguards were in her room even then.
Relena opened the letter, afraid to see who it might be.
Queen Relena,
I regret to inform you that Charles Rutledge was murdered in his motel room last night. Of the 15 body guards assigned to guard him, 11 are severly injured and 4 are dead. His family has been moved into hiding, although we are positive that we know who the next victom will be. We will once again step up security to guard him and do are best to keep him safe-his name will not be placed here for obvious reasons.
Once again I apologise for the lack of privacy you are experiencing but it is for you own good. Stay safe, and God Bless you.
Sincerly,
Thomas Reilly President of the UCC
Relena let the note fall onto her desk and placed her head in her hands. Charles had been a dear friend of hers, and she had been praying every night the the Murderer would have been captured or killed himself. These murders have given a great unrest to both the Earth and the Colonies, for official in both places had been murdered. It seemed that this person could get anywhere he wanted without getting caught. And the fact that no one seemed to know what he looked like was even more disturbing. The United Countries and Colonies goverment was terrified.
Relena reread the note once more and then quickly stood, the body guards taking a step towards her. "Queen Relena..." the tallest one said.
"I am going to visit Thomas Reilly, it is important," Charles Rutledge had been Vice President of the UCC, and she knew, as did the rest of the government that Thomas was next. And after...if he was murdered, the entire Worlds knew who would be next... the one woman all trusted, the only ruling offical that everyone needed in this time of New Peace. Queen Relena Peacecraft.
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The arrived in an unmarked black car, where first several bodyguards stepped out, followed by Relena, and then followed by more bodyguards. She wore a pale blue powersuit, the skirt just a bit above her knees. She entered teh building at a swift pace, her walk, one that seemed to radiat confidence adn strength, was one that caused many to stop and stare. Or mabye it was that fact that everyone everywhere knew exactly whtat the Queen looked like.
Relena was taken immediatly to his office and was allowed inside. At first all she noticed was the fact the the large window, one staring down at the city, now was home to bullet proof glass and several thick metal bars. The setting sun cast odd shadows across the floor.
"It's like working in a prison," said a strong comfortable voice.
Relena's eyes then fell upon the rather striking man standing by the window, his face turned away from hers. Seven bodyguards stood around the room, their eyes hidden by big black sunglasses. Relena moved towards the man, but at a less sure pace. "Thomas..." she began, but he cut her off.
The man turned around, any other woman jsut meeting him would have probably tripped. Thomas Reilly was extremly hansome. Big brown eyes, dirty blonde hair and an amazing smile. Unmarried and one of the most known people in the world he was branded the most famous bachloer and strange tales of his wild 'exploits' were written about in magazines adn even the news. Relena was one of the few who knew these stories were not true. He moved towards her, his grimace at once turning into a smile as he took her hand and kissed it as he bowed. "Welcome QUeen Relena,"
"Tom you don't have to..." she began but stopped as he stood back up. For a moment they just looked at each other and then at the same time they moved to each other. Relena laid her head on his chest and grabbed his shirt, Tom held her around the waist with one hand and with the other he held her head against his chest. Relena did not cry, but her voice was sounded strange as she spoke-almost strangled. "Oh Tom, you have to get away form here. I just can't allow you to die."
Tom held her and then put his hand beneath her chin, turning her face up to look at him. "We both know that this man will find me whereever I go, so I would rather stay here than go running around the world. I am not a coward Relena,"
"It is not cowardly to want to stay alive!" she said angrily as she looked up at him. "I won't let him kill you, he can't. I will make a public deal with him, if he wants money he can have it," she told him. Tom shook his head.
"He doesn't want money."
"How do you know?"
"Because we have just had a major breakthrough in this mass murder business,"
Relena took a step back from him, staring at him. "What?"
Tom moved her so that she was sitting in one of the leather chairs in fron tof his desk. He pulled the other so that it was facing hers. He grabbed a folder off of his desk and handed it to her. Relena didn't touch it.
"These murders are much more than a simply message or a beg for money. This man was hired by an organization who wishes to cause another war. In fact, I believe that the men in charge were the builders of the Gundams and Aries, wanting to be back in business. And they know that if the government whose goal is to birng peace is able to achieve its goals they will never get a successful shot. They are murdering to get us out of the way-and doing it publically to show the Worlds that if they don't go along with them then Earth and the Colonies will be next."
Relena still stared, but seemed to be slightly more composed. "But... how does this bring us closer to the murderer? There have always been organizations like that, but we need to concentrate on the matter at hand. We need to find the murderer. We have nothing on him. NO picture, no name, no DNA..." but she stopped at the look in Tom's eyes.
"We have a picture, Relena. Not a good one but a picture. I am hoping that it will be enough to scare him. If only just a little. Open the folder Relena," Tom said, a strange glint in his eyes.
Relena opened the folder, a blown up copy of a picture in front of her. It had been nighttime, and the flash had not been on, but the lights fron the hotel shone down upon the mans somewhat wild brown hair. The outline of the right side of his face was visible, but nothing else. He wore a cloak as well, dirty and torn. Something about him was disturbingly familr...but Relena couldn't place it. Not wanting to scare Tom, she simply said, "I can't see his face,"
Tom stood. "Dont' worry, maybe people will get braver and when he comes for me they will just snap away,"
"Tom, don't say that!" Relena shouted at him.
"Shh, I am sorry," he said, moving to her as she stood. He placed a hand on her neck and kissed her, pulling her tightly to him. Across the busy street, watching from the top of a building that came to the height of the Presidents office, a man in a dark cloak stood. His brilliany blue eyes narrowed upon the couple he would soon have to kill.
Disclaimer: I do not claim Gundam Wings as my own creation, I have neither the creativity nor the genious to create something that freaking awsome.
In Pieces
Peace, a nice thought. A dream of a famous man, a murdered man. Peace on Earth and in the Colonies-there was no such thing. But this little fact did not stop the goverments of both worlds, the Earth and the Colonies, from believing in this false hope. Even the newly reistated Queen, Relena Peacecraft, believed that war, blood, and pain would finally dissapear forever. Oh how wrong she was...
A man walked at a steady pass towards the rundown motel. Those who watched him mearly thought he was one of the million young men redused to living the hard life of poverty. His clothing, a dark cloak ragged and dirty, and his face and hair seemed covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust-some places more than others. Simply a guy down on his luck. None of those who saw him enter the hotel room next to the dirty bug-ridden pool could have guessed what he was going to do. In fact, even after it was done no one seemed to remember the man, just another face among the billions.
The browned haired-blue man enter the room, one hand closing the door behind him and the other in his pocket. The man sleeping on the bed sat up immediatly, the shine off of hte top of his head the first to be seen in the low lamplight. The old man, hair thinning on top, had a round stomach, a round face, and was wearing pajamas that were probably more expensive than the entire motel. He seemed to sweat right through his clothes when he saw man standing before him, he began to grope beneath his pillow.
"I knew you people would come for me, but I shall not go that easily!" He shouted, his voice shaking. Suddenly, rather quick for a man of his age, he pulled out a gun and shot it at the youth. Like lightening the younger man was grabbing his wrist, twsiting the gun from his grasp. As the bullet went through the door the man pulled out his own gun and pressed it against the mans throat, just under his chin. "P-please... Don't.... my wife, my children!" the older man begged, tears creeping down his face.
The youth was silent for a moment and then leaned down a bit, his Prussian blue eyes not moving from the old man's murky green ones. "Your insurance will take care of them just fine," he said simply, his cold and robotic voice scaring the man almost as much as the youths impenitrable stare. The gunman than reached his hand over and clicked off the light. In the darkness, a gunshot went off.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Relena was punched in the arm and sat up quickly at her desk, where she had been napping for the past hour. A woman with long red hair and emerald eyes handed her a letter-marked confidential. "I am sorry, m'lady, but I could not wake you up. This letter was given to me with strict instructoin to bring it to you immediatly and make sure that you got it. Good day, Queen Relena" the woman bowed and then left the room. Relena looked down at the envelope, groggily at first, and then in sharp focus.
"Oh no, not again..." she whispered quietly, all drowziness gone from her eyes. She qickly ripped open the letter and pulled out the paper she knew she would find inside. ON white paper, in golden letters, she wsa about to be told that another leading government official had been murdered.
In the past six months there have been over 20 murders. The first few were of low ranking employees of government buildings, one person who worked as a maid in her own mansion. The kills than gradually began climbing the 'ladder' of government positions. Many believed that the final murder would be that of Queen Relena herself. To Relena's dismay, the already strict security over her had increased immensley. She even had to have a woman go with her into the bathroom. In fact, four bodyguards were in her room even then.
Relena opened the letter, afraid to see who it might be.
Queen Relena,
I regret to inform you that Charles Rutledge was murdered in his motel room last night. Of the 15 body guards assigned to guard him, 11 are severly injured and 4 are dead. His family has been moved into hiding, although we are positive that we know who the next victom will be. We will once again step up security to guard him and do are best to keep him safe-his name will not be placed here for obvious reasons.
Once again I apologise for the lack of privacy you are experiencing but it is for you own good. Stay safe, and God Bless you.
Sincerly,
Thomas Reilly President of the UCC
Relena let the note fall onto her desk and placed her head in her hands. Charles had been a dear friend of hers, and she had been praying every night the the Murderer would have been captured or killed himself. These murders have given a great unrest to both the Earth and the Colonies, for official in both places had been murdered. It seemed that this person could get anywhere he wanted without getting caught. And the fact that no one seemed to know what he looked like was even more disturbing. The United Countries and Colonies goverment was terrified.
Relena reread the note once more and then quickly stood, the body guards taking a step towards her. "Queen Relena..." the tallest one said.
"I am going to visit Thomas Reilly, it is important," Charles Rutledge had been Vice President of the UCC, and she knew, as did the rest of the government that Thomas was next. And after...if he was murdered, the entire Worlds knew who would be next... the one woman all trusted, the only ruling offical that everyone needed in this time of New Peace. Queen Relena Peacecraft.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The arrived in an unmarked black car, where first several bodyguards stepped out, followed by Relena, and then followed by more bodyguards. She wore a pale blue powersuit, the skirt just a bit above her knees. She entered teh building at a swift pace, her walk, one that seemed to radiat confidence adn strength, was one that caused many to stop and stare. Or mabye it was that fact that everyone everywhere knew exactly whtat the Queen looked like.
Relena was taken immediatly to his office and was allowed inside. At first all she noticed was the fact the the large window, one staring down at the city, now was home to bullet proof glass and several thick metal bars. The setting sun cast odd shadows across the floor.
"It's like working in a prison," said a strong comfortable voice.
Relena's eyes then fell upon the rather striking man standing by the window, his face turned away from hers. Seven bodyguards stood around the room, their eyes hidden by big black sunglasses. Relena moved towards the man, but at a less sure pace. "Thomas..." she began, but he cut her off.
The man turned around, any other woman jsut meeting him would have probably tripped. Thomas Reilly was extremly hansome. Big brown eyes, dirty blonde hair and an amazing smile. Unmarried and one of the most known people in the world he was branded the most famous bachloer and strange tales of his wild 'exploits' were written about in magazines adn even the news. Relena was one of the few who knew these stories were not true. He moved towards her, his grimace at once turning into a smile as he took her hand and kissed it as he bowed. "Welcome QUeen Relena,"
"Tom you don't have to..." she began but stopped as he stood back up. For a moment they just looked at each other and then at the same time they moved to each other. Relena laid her head on his chest and grabbed his shirt, Tom held her around the waist with one hand and with the other he held her head against his chest. Relena did not cry, but her voice was sounded strange as she spoke-almost strangled. "Oh Tom, you have to get away form here. I just can't allow you to die."
Tom held her and then put his hand beneath her chin, turning her face up to look at him. "We both know that this man will find me whereever I go, so I would rather stay here than go running around the world. I am not a coward Relena,"
"It is not cowardly to want to stay alive!" she said angrily as she looked up at him. "I won't let him kill you, he can't. I will make a public deal with him, if he wants money he can have it," she told him. Tom shook his head.
"He doesn't want money."
"How do you know?"
"Because we have just had a major breakthrough in this mass murder business,"
Relena took a step back from him, staring at him. "What?"
Tom moved her so that she was sitting in one of the leather chairs in fron tof his desk. He pulled the other so that it was facing hers. He grabbed a folder off of his desk and handed it to her. Relena didn't touch it.
"These murders are much more than a simply message or a beg for money. This man was hired by an organization who wishes to cause another war. In fact, I believe that the men in charge were the builders of the Gundams and Aries, wanting to be back in business. And they know that if the government whose goal is to birng peace is able to achieve its goals they will never get a successful shot. They are murdering to get us out of the way-and doing it publically to show the Worlds that if they don't go along with them then Earth and the Colonies will be next."
Relena still stared, but seemed to be slightly more composed. "But... how does this bring us closer to the murderer? There have always been organizations like that, but we need to concentrate on the matter at hand. We need to find the murderer. We have nothing on him. NO picture, no name, no DNA..." but she stopped at the look in Tom's eyes.
"We have a picture, Relena. Not a good one but a picture. I am hoping that it will be enough to scare him. If only just a little. Open the folder Relena," Tom said, a strange glint in his eyes.
Relena opened the folder, a blown up copy of a picture in front of her. It had been nighttime, and the flash had not been on, but the lights fron the hotel shone down upon the mans somewhat wild brown hair. The outline of the right side of his face was visible, but nothing else. He wore a cloak as well, dirty and torn. Something about him was disturbingly familr...but Relena couldn't place it. Not wanting to scare Tom, she simply said, "I can't see his face,"
Tom stood. "Dont' worry, maybe people will get braver and when he comes for me they will just snap away,"
"Tom, don't say that!" Relena shouted at him.
"Shh, I am sorry," he said, moving to her as she stood. He placed a hand on her neck and kissed her, pulling her tightly to him. Across the busy street, watching from the top of a building that came to the height of the Presidents office, a man in a dark cloak stood. His brilliany blue eyes narrowed upon the couple he would soon have to kill.
