Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Blood, Roses and Sex ❯ Blood, Roses and Sex: Teaser ( Prologue )

Blood, Roses and Sex

Chapter 1

By Tewks

Roses. I love them. Their smell, their beauty, their strength, their danger. A rose is graceful, proud, and noble; each perfect petal flooded with color. But you must be careful when handling one; their stunning looks conceal sharp thorns. A rose is not defenseless, a rose is much more then a decorative plant. They have secrets, hidden under their leaves.

Roses. They remind me of myself. Beautiful and dangerous. With deeply hidden secrets sleeping restlessly among the petals

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My hair, awash with the gentle perfume of roses, feels like the finest silk. Each strand a deep russet, delicate yet steely. My fingers search through the mass of locks, tenderly working out snarls and knots. Long hair can be a bitch but I like it, and I hate it when I have to get the ends trimmed to keep them from splitting. I used to get it done, but I never could quite trust others. So now I just push down the anxiety and cut it myself, and I've gotten pretty good at it. When I finish, I run a fine-toothed comb through my hair, still wet from the shower, smelling of roses, from my shampoo.

A harsh sound knocks me out of my revere. I frown, and grab for the nearest object to hold my hair up. My hand closes on a large hair pin, really more of a stick, but sharp and lethal; a hidden thorn. Twining my hair into a quick bun, I secure it with my prize. The sound comes again. Some one is knocking at the door. Irritated I decide to forgo a shirt, it would be too uncomfortable anyhow, and approach the door cautiously in my black leather pants. My right grasps the gun in my thigh holster. I quickly pull it out and check the magazine: full. As I make my way to the door, I confirm that everything is in place: gun behind the mirror in front of the door, knife placed among the flowers in a vase next to the door, false coat hook on door with switch blade, and a good old fashioned baseball bat in the umbrella stand.

Another knock, "Hold a sec," I call as I deactivate the low grade explosives in the doorway.

Cocking the gun in my right hand I my reach for the doorknob with the left. I yank the door open a handbreadth, just enough for me to see who it is.

"Yeah?" I was not ready for who I saw.

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We waited on the doorstep a few minutes, after hearing "Hold on a sec." Behind me, someone shifts their weight and mutters. I am beginning to feel annoyed. I hear a sound from within and stand back a little. The door handle turns and the door opens half a foot, revealing a familiar yet strange face, and a dark background.

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Its them, I haven't heard form them, much less seen them in years. I don't remember exactly how many. Three, four, maybe five? It was a shock to see them all there on my doorstep. I froze for a few moments in confusion, and then slammed the door, and leaning against it a panicky feeling in my chest. What the hell did they want? A harsh pound rattles the door, and I spin on my heel to face it as it bursts open hitting me in the chest, sending me flying backwards into the wall. The impact sends caressing daggers of pain along my back, stunning me long enough for them to get in. My mind, concentrating on the pain radiating from my backside, is loath to return to reality. Even when rough hands haul me to my feet.

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