Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ F.E.A.R ❯ Prologue

Title: F.E.A.R

 

Genre: gore, horror, blood, violence, language, lemon, lime, death (haven't decided who; not 01 or 02), angst, police, supernatural.

 

Pairing: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS, (later) 5x6, RxH, UxD

 

Rating: X

 

Disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing or the following computer games: Doom3, Painkiller: Heaven's Got A Hitman, or F.E.A.R.

Summary: AC 190, a mysterious paramilitary force infiltrates a multi-billion dollar aerospace compound, taking hostages but issuing no demands. A Special Forces team is sent by the government only to be obliterated. Live footage of the massacre shows an inexplicable wave of destruction tearing the solders apart. In an act of desperation, a team of unknowing young teens are assembled to form the First Encounter Assault Recon (F.E.A.R).

 

A/N: Okay, so my dad has all these computer games lying around the desk. I go to read them. As I do this BIG plot bunny with crooked front teeth and different color eyes bites me in the ass. Now here I am writing this epic story. Please review and let me know what you think. Since I don't play any of the games, I can't say that it'll be based off of it. It will, however, have most of the monsters featured in them. Well, other than that, have fun and don't read if you're squeamish.

 

Prologue

 

 

“Hush little baby don't say a word momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird if that mocking bird won't sing...momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring...if that diamond ring won't shine...momma's gonna buy you a bottle of wine...if that bottle of wine gets broke...momma's gone kill you a billy goat...if that billy goat won't please...momma's gonna break both your knees...”

 

The melodious tune echoed through the empty corridors of the abandoned colony. The owner of the voice stared dispassionately down at the soldiers that littered the floors with their bloods and limps. They could've saved them, but they were too weak. Now they were condemned to walk among them for all eternity.

 

A small tear escaped the lone figures wide ghostly grey eyes. “If baby still wants to cry…momma's gonna rip out both your eyes…if baby still wants to wail loud and long…baby won't be breathing when daddy comes along...” The disturbing song ended there as the figure stepped daintily over a nameless soldier's intestine. The tube of muscle led back to the motionless upper half of a young man.

 

His eyes were wide once expressive violet, a beautifully rare color, forever frozen in shock. His chestnut hair spilled in matted strands over his heart shaped face. In his right hand was a small locket clutched tightly by the chain. The locket itself was open showing the image of a grinning toddler with the same facial features.

 

The figure stared down at the locket. //He couldn't be any older than I was…// She thought meekly running an unconscious hand over his pale clammy skin. Forever she'd be this way. Never growing up or feeling her skin any other way. In despair she lowered her head causing her long black hair to fall over her pale features. //What is his name?//

 

The body at her feet twitched and shuddered. “D..uo…” The name formed clumsily over the youth's name as the vocal cords tried to work through the strands of congealed blood.

 

“Hush little baby don't say a word momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird if that mocking bird won't sing...momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring...if that diamond ring won't shine...momma's gonna buy you a bottle of wine...if that bottle of wine gets broke...momma's gone kill you a billy goat...if that billy goat won't please...momma's gonna break both your knees...If baby still wants to cry…momma's gonna rip out both your eyes…if baby still wants to wail loud and long…baby won't be breathing when daddy comes along.”

 

The figured vanished then with her voice still echoed through the silence. Minutes later, the buzz of a generator sounded. The fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling flickered on adding true color to the gore below.

 

Bright red was splattered in different shades.

 

Computers blinked on through the congealing mess on their screen. The untouched cameras nearer to the ceiling whirled and changed angles to record the site below.

 

*

On Earth, Tokyo

*

“Come on, Duo-chan, we have to meet Ms. Yuy soon.”

 

“Wait, mama!” Duo ran on his short legs holding his hands out in front of him as if it would make him go faster. His white and blue K-Swiss `clumped' against the sidewalk as he went. He was dressed in a thin black windbreaker, a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. At only three, he had a good sense of how he liked to dress to his mother's amusement.

 

“Come along, we have to get ready before you father comes back.” Sparkling blue eyes glittered back at the pursuing toddler. The owner of the eyes paused momentarily so that the now glowering youth could catch up. “Your father has been gone for almost a year. Aren't you happy to see him coming home?” She asked tapping the top of the boy's slightly upturned nose.

”Yes, mama.” Duo answered though he really didn't remember much about his father. “Look, mama, your name.” The youth said suddenly stopping by a trinket store. He pointed to the metallic red keychain that red `Lynn'.

 

Lynn smiled proudly and ran a hand through her son's shoulder length chestnut hair. “Yes that is my name.”

 

Duo nodded in agreement before moving on. “Are we gonna make papa a cake?” He asked. He looked over his shoulder hopefully. Lynn smiled back at him.

 

“We'll make one tonight and another one fresh tomorrow.” She was rewarded with a wide grin. “I'm glad you're looking forward to it.” She said returned the grin.

 

Just then, the screen broadcasting an ad for Coke-Cola flickered before abruptly fading to static. Other pedestrians paused to look up.

 

Lynn paused as well placing a hand on her son's shoulder. Duo stopped as well and looked up.

 

The screen flickered again showing the image of a young girl. Her hair was long and black falling over her face casting an eerie shadow over her face. The small bits of skin unaffected by the shadow were ghastly white and appeared to be clammy. She wore sweater that at one point was a warm khaki color now stained blackish brown by dirt and grim.

 

Her lips moved impossibly fast but no words formed. After a few moments, people began to go back to their lives thinking it was only a preview of another horror movie. A loud shriek came from the speakers of the flat screen causing everyone to cringe and cover their ears.

 

The image jumped again showing darkly clad soldiers moving through the halls of an abandoned building. The feedback skipped again showing soldiers being thrown against walls. Gasps rang from the viewers as a soldier's head exploded on contact with the steel doors of a room. Luckily, the viewing was in black and white only showing the blood splattering against the wall as a black splat.

 

Lynn gasped as the image flickered to a feedback of her husband. His eyes were cold and glaring as he shot his sub machine gun at some unknown nemesis. She slowly lowered herself to turn Duo around. She cradled her son close to her chest not letting him see.

 

Duo wrapped his arms around his mother's neck as she held him. He felt an overwhelming need to comfort her. She was tense and trembling against him. “Mama, what's wrong?” He asked.

 

“Shhh…”

 

Lynn watched as Duo's father's face faltered. Her eyes widened with the image of her lover as his image was swept violently to the side. It was then that the audio kicked in filling the streets with the dying screams of the shoulders. One in particular made the young mother pale and sway. “Michael.” She whimpered seeing the man pinned against the wall by a black spear of some kind. His face was contorted into so much pain. Still his finger squeezed the trigger of his gun taking down enemies.

 

The spear pulled back enough Michael could slide down the wall before flicking sharply to the side. The young soldier's felt slack, eyes opened wide with shock as his insides spilled forth.

 

“NOOOOO!!” Duo jumped at his mother's sorrowful wail. Little did he know, his father's death had just played for all the world and colonies to see. All he could do was stand and listen as his mother shook with sobs.

 

“Hush little baby don't say a word momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird if that mocking bird won't sing...momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring...if that diamond ring won't shine...momma's gonna buy you a bottle of wine...if that bottle of wine gets broke...momma's gone kill you a billy goat...if that billy goat won't please...momma's gonna break both your knees...If baby still wants to cry…momma's gonna rip out both your eyes…if baby still wants to wail loud and long…baby won't be breathing when daddy comes along……”

 

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: So…how'd I do? Yeah, I'm a sicko. How the hell did I come up with something like this just from reading the summaries of a computer game or two? I don't know. Are you interested? Please review and let me know.