Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Elimination ❯ Elimintion ( Chapter 1 )

AN: If you can't handle blood or violence then don't read this. And don't bother flaming me about it either. This is one of my old fics, and its at FF.N also. I just want to see what you guys think of it . . . lol . . .

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[ ] - thought

" " - speech

*** - any change in time, place, or both.

Eliminate and Destroy

"So how ha-agh!" He clutched his heart and the blonde lurched forward.

"What happened, Quatre?" A braided boy caught him before the boy could reach the ground.

"Pain..." He gasped, still clutching his heart through the once neatly pressed shirt.

"Come on." He dragged Quatre over to a sidewalk bench, where the pain finally stopped stabbing at Quatre.

***

The figure in the street light breathed heavily, but it all soon ceased. It wore a leather jacket and leather pants. A black shirt lay nestled inside the jacket and he wore

sunglasses, which prevented anyone from seeing the eye color. Short, dirty blond hair was slicked back with water.

"One down." It smiled cruelly as spoke into a black cellphone. A bloody, mangled body lay in front of it and there was no sign of life from the body. Blond hair cascaded all around the body, but now it was all matted and uneven. The figure put a bloody knife back into its sheath and continued to listen.

"Roger that. Proceed to eliminate the others. You know what to do if caught. Target foundation first and then the others." A tenor voice came from the phone and its listener listened carefully.

"Ryoukai." The figure had a deep voice, obviously a male. He put the phone back into a jacket pocket and clenched his hand into a fist. "The day will come..." He muttered and walked back into the shadows. The watch on the dead blonde's wrist continued to glow an incessant cyan. The killer didn't notice since it was covered all in blood, already dry in the late July heat.

***

"Dorthy's signal isn't moving. Heero, I need you to check on her and make sure nothing has happened to her. And be careful, but try not to bring it out." The brunette spoke into a cordless phone. She sat at a mahogany desk stacked with papers and a name plate at the front. Inscribed in the metal was 'Ambassador Une'. And a deep voice responded from the other end.

"Ninmuu ryoukai." The person cut off their end and she sighed, placing her head in her palms.

***

A lone figure in an alley walked over to the body on the floor. He had piercing Prussian blue eyes and unruly brown hair. Inside the jean jacket was a forest green tank top and he wore long blue jeans.

"..." He kneeled over the bloody body, seeing the many cut marks over Dorthy's body. [Who could have done this?] Some noise was heard from a dark corner and he drew out his gun, pointing it into the shadows. "Come out if you want to live." A guy with half his face covered with his brown bang came out of the shadows, his hands in the air. He wore a gray turtleneck and long jeans. His green eye, the one that wasn't covered with his bang, watched the boy in front of him, unwavered by the sight of the gun.

"Heero, it's me." He withdrew his gun and put it back into its holster and began examining the body.

"Why are you here?"

"I thought I heard something. It appears I have." He nodded toward Dorothy. "Who could have done this to her?"

"I don't know, but I'll have to take the body back to HQ. We can't leave it here. You notify the others as soon as possible." He took off his jacket and draped it over the body. The watch was left outside the coat's protective layer and it was still glowing. Heero took out his cellphone and dialed someone.

"I've gotten to Dorothy."

"And?" The voice was the same mature one of Ambassador Une.

"She's dead. Send a van here and pick the body up. You might be able to find DNA of the murderer." Monotone still covered his emotions, even at this time.

"OK." Her voice sounded shaky. "Did you find anything else?"

"No. I'm going to continue looking here. Trowa already knows."

"Right. They'll be there in five minutes, but be careful. The person who did this still might be here."

"Ryoukai." He cut off the line before another word was said. "Use this." He tossed the cellphone to Trowa, who caught it with ease and nodded.

***

"So what just happened back there?" He swung his long braid back over his shoulder.

"I don't know. When something like that happens, it usually means that someone is in trouble or something. Last time that happened was during AC 195. During the war." He leaned back into the park bench and sighed. Duo's eyebrow went up. "We should check with the others." He started to push himself off the bench, but Duo held him back.

"Hey, wait just a minute, buddy. You're going to rest for a while before you do anything else." Ringing came from within his Jacket pocket and he took out a cellphone. "Oop! Looks like I got a call, and it looks like it's from...Heero!? Well if he called me at this time, it's probably something important." He turned on the phone and put it to his ear. Slowly, his face began to fall, second by second. A few minutes later, the conversation ceased and he put the phone back into his jacket pocket.

"So what happened? That was Trowa, wasn't it." Duo looked at him with an odd expression.

"How did you know it was Trowa?"

"When you be around people for a while, you get to know their voices and the way they do things." He shrugged.

"Uh...yeah..."

"So what was he talking about?" Duo's face fell grave again.

"Dorothy was murdered." Quatre suddenly jumped up.

"WHAT!!! Who? Where? Why?"

"Quatre, calm down. We can't do anything about it right now. All we can do is hope we can

catch her murderer and put him where he belongs." He put his hands down on Quatre's

shoulder, trying to comfort him. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes, but Quatre

didn't bother fighting it.

***

A figure smirked in the mirror. An open bottle of brown hair dye was on the counter and it was used. [Now it should be easier. I look like him.] Indeed, he was right. None of the dirty blond hair could be seen through the dye, not a strand, and now that the sunglasses were off, anyone could see the color of his eyes - Prussian blue. The same as Heero's, and now it looked like he was him. A girl came out of a room to his right and he stared at her. She wore a baby blue spaghetti strap tank top and short blue jeans.

"Hey big bro. What have you been doing these last few days?" She nodded her head toward the blood riddled knife on the table, still watching him, but not wincing at the sight of the blood. "And why have you dyed your hair to look like Heero?"

"Mission, but I promise we'll bring the rest of the family back together, alright sis?" She smiled and nodded. "Don't worry. We'll be together again." He hugged her close to him and rested his head on hers. "It'll just be a matter of time."

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