Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Wings (revised) ❯ Broken Wings ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Disclaimer: It's not mine. . . yet
AN: This is the first chapter from the series 'Rest for the Tortured Soul'. After hearing the song 'Superman' sung by Five for Fighting, I knew I had to write a fic based on it for Heero. It just so happened that I wrote Broken Wings before I heard the song and decided to add the lyrics to it 8 months later. I never mix up the lyrics and change the words for it to suit the story and I didn't change the fic to suit the song either. They fit together perfectly. I especially like the last couple sentences. Enjoy.

Tip: Heero's thoughts are italic

Broken Wings (revised)

~I can't stand to fly~

Nothing

~I'm not that naive~

There is no place for me

~I'm just out to find~

No one

~The better part of me~

No dreams

Running his calloused hand through his messy brown locks, the young veteran continued to watch the sunset.

No life

~I'm more than a bird... I'm more than a plane~

No hope

More than some pretty face... beside a train~

A rogue, that is what I am

~It's not easy to be me~

Loneliness, my only companion

Red and orange burnt the sky. Colours of passion.

~Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees~

Nothing can fill this gaping hole in me that has grown so deep it is consuming the remnants of my soul that the war was so kind as to leave behind

~Find a way to lie~

I had nothing

~About a home I'll never see~

No joy

It may sound absurb. . . but won't you concede~

Feel nothing and you would get hurt

~Even Heros have the right to dream~

They said I could start over, become a real person

~It's not easy to be me~

My knowledge of life is limited to death

~Up, up and away. . . away from me~

Reach for the sky, they told me; nothing is beyond your grasp

It's all right. . . You can all sleep sound tonight~

My wings were slipped long ago. I can't fly. Never knew how anyways, so what's the sense

~I'm not crazy. . . or anything. . .~

There is none

~I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive~

Life is non-sense. Everything and everyone is confused, that is what brought aboutwars

~Men weren't meant meant to ride~

I have no use now

~With clouds between their knees~

I have fulfilled my destiny

~I'm only a man in a silly red sheet~

How do I know? I feel out of place. Taking up too much room. I'm in the way

~Digging for kryptonite on this one way street~

Life is cheap, especially mine

The sky becomes darker, and the red and orange is replaced by the subtle colours of indigo, navy blue and a soft pink to mark the sun's exsit.

Will this gun in my hand close this growing hole that has now become apart of me? Or will it make it wider? No. No doubts should enter my thoughts. They intefere with the mission.

Maybe that was what my life was

~Only a man in a funny red sheet~

A mission

It felt like that. I can finally end it

The dreams. The cries of evil, mercy, desperation. . . will no longer torment me

I will be free from this messed up life. I will claim freedom.

~Looking for special things inside of me~

It's so easy

Down the barrel of this gun is my destiny

With the disappearance of the sun, darkness settled over, and shadows stretched. Dark red liquid spilt on the green carpet, which now embraced the owner falling into obscurity.

Mission Complete. . .

~It's not easy being me~