Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ F.E.A.R ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Nita-sama 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 564 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Horror / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 564 | Status: Completed
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).
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).
Chapter 1
"Platoon Squad 01 was completely obliterated!" An angry fists slammed down on the surface of the pale blue meeting room. The owner of the fist was an angry elderly looking man with white-grey hair. His agitated blue eyes scanned over the occupants of the room before he let out a sighing breath. He straightened and pulled at the long white lab coat he wore. "Does anyone care to explain to me why are best men were killed within the expanse of a mere few days?" He hissed with badly contained anger. He gave his coat one last tug before slamming his other hand onto the table making everyone jump.
“J, please control yourself.” One of the braver members present chided. He sat with his elbows rested comfortably atop the table and his fingers laced under his chin. His mushroom shaped hair shifted as his head did to look over the silent members present.
His harsh beady eyes came to glared at the other man before dropping to the prosthetic limb that was now denting the table. “We are at as much of a lost as you are. Lest you forget, ours soldiers were part of that platoon as well.” The man’s eyes moved from glaring at the fake arm back the J.
J only glared heatedly at the other man. “Over eighteen men were lost and no amount of information was retrieved other than some demented looking child singing a twist lullaby.” His voice trembled as he spoke. His eyes reflected the horrors of what he saw, what the world saw. “What’s keeping everyone from going into mass hysteria? Whatever did that to our men was not human. How do we explain that to the media?”
“J does have a point G,” The man across from G spoke. His voice was nasal from the fake nose covering his own. His hair was just as grey as the other men around him standing on end and tilting to the side. “We can’t continue telling them that we have the situation under control when we obviously don’t. Telling we don’t know what’s going on would only cause chaos worldwide.”
“Then the question is, what are we going to do about it? Not why it happened or how. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” G reasoned moving his hands out from under his chin. He sighed wearily. “We have quite an amount of work ahead of us.”
The others at the table sighed as well mirroring the beak nosed man’s tiredness.
“For the meantime, we should inform the families whom have lost their loved one.” The youngest man at the table said. He looked over the men with onyx almond shaped eyes. He sat very straight in posture with an air of confidence among the hunched over American scientists. “It is only justice that they know the truth.”
“Very well, O, do we have a list of the members of the platoon that were present during the…massacre?” J asked. Without his rage warming his voice, his words were dead weight.
“Gabriel Mueller, Xavier Pettaway, Odin Lowe III, Maria Winner, Trowa Barton, Lee Chang, Victor Allen, Trent Costellano, Larry Dasilva, Bruce Mason, Ebony Martin, Carolyn Elliott, Dominique Moore………”
“That’s enough, have someone inform the family of their losses and issue the grant they are to received.” G said tiredly.
O nodded slowly before pressing a button located just under the table.
“You called sirs?”
“Catherine, have Une know that she is to go ahead with plans.”
“Yes, Sir.”
**
The young secretary closed the link to the meeting room and sighed heavily. Her wide blue eyes stared warily down at the intercom. She had seen the horrors of the broadcast and knew, had known, one of the soldiers killed. She ran a weary hand through her shoulder length curly auburn hair. Without looking, she pressed a finger to com labeled ‘LADY’.
“Yes, Cathy?” Came the casual yet tired greeting. Catherine, Cathy to her friends, could understand that tiredness. “Hi, Une.” She greeted back smiling though she knew the woman couldn’t see. Things had turned out for the worst only moments after the broadcast that shown through the entire world. All those men and women…
“J says to go ahead with plans. Inform the families…”
“Damn, this isn’t going to be easy.” Une sighed.
“Good luck and tell Dorothy I said hi.”
“Yeah, Lady Une out.”
“Catherine Bloom, out.”
TBC……
A/N: Okay, this is going to be a little slow but worth it I think. Lots of action but please don’t flame if some things are disturbing to you. If you do flame, I’ll probably say some things back to you that you won’t like. Don’t read, if you can’t take the content of the story. Other than that, please review and let me know that you’re *enjoying* the fic.
Rose Fury: Wow, I guess that’s good. I wasn’t going to post this until I finished at least up to twenty chapters (should’ve been up around summertime) but I went through all my fics that I hadn’t updated and didn’t plan on updating and deleted them. Yeah, I deleted them. They’ll probably be back up later when I finish them on my own time though. Anywho, for every fic I deleted, I tried to replace them. I have one more to put up but that’s still being worked out as we speak…er…read. Now that I’ve babbled for about a minute or two, I’d like to thank you for reviewing. I hope you enjoy the proceedings of this story. ^_^
Becky: Hey, Becky. Yeah, I’m a sicko, gomen. Hope you don’t find that bad or anything. Thank you for sending me your feedback. I promise…well, I’m sure it won’t get any more demented than it already is.
“J, please control yourself.” One of the braver members present chided. He sat with his elbows rested comfortably atop the table and his fingers laced under his chin. His mushroom shaped hair shifted as his head did to look over the silent members present.
His harsh beady eyes came to glared at the other man before dropping to the prosthetic limb that was now denting the table. “We are at as much of a lost as you are. Lest you forget, ours soldiers were part of that platoon as well.” The man’s eyes moved from glaring at the fake arm back the J.
J only glared heatedly at the other man. “Over eighteen men were lost and no amount of information was retrieved other than some demented looking child singing a twist lullaby.” His voice trembled as he spoke. His eyes reflected the horrors of what he saw, what the world saw. “What’s keeping everyone from going into mass hysteria? Whatever did that to our men was not human. How do we explain that to the media?”
“J does have a point G,” The man across from G spoke. His voice was nasal from the fake nose covering his own. His hair was just as grey as the other men around him standing on end and tilting to the side. “We can’t continue telling them that we have the situation under control when we obviously don’t. Telling we don’t know what’s going on would only cause chaos worldwide.”
“Then the question is, what are we going to do about it? Not why it happened or how. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” G reasoned moving his hands out from under his chin. He sighed wearily. “We have quite an amount of work ahead of us.”
The others at the table sighed as well mirroring the beak nosed man’s tiredness.
“For the meantime, we should inform the families whom have lost their loved one.” The youngest man at the table said. He looked over the men with onyx almond shaped eyes. He sat very straight in posture with an air of confidence among the hunched over American scientists. “It is only justice that they know the truth.”
“Very well, O, do we have a list of the members of the platoon that were present during the…massacre?” J asked. Without his rage warming his voice, his words were dead weight.
“Gabriel Mueller, Xavier Pettaway, Odin Lowe III, Maria Winner, Trowa Barton, Lee Chang, Victor Allen, Trent Costellano, Larry Dasilva, Bruce Mason, Ebony Martin, Carolyn Elliott, Dominique Moore………”
“That’s enough, have someone inform the family of their losses and issue the grant they are to received.” G said tiredly.
O nodded slowly before pressing a button located just under the table.
“You called sirs?”
“Catherine, have Une know that she is to go ahead with plans.”
“Yes, Sir.”
**
The young secretary closed the link to the meeting room and sighed heavily. Her wide blue eyes stared warily down at the intercom. She had seen the horrors of the broadcast and knew, had known, one of the soldiers killed. She ran a weary hand through her shoulder length curly auburn hair. Without looking, she pressed a finger to com labeled ‘LADY’.
“Yes, Cathy?” Came the casual yet tired greeting. Catherine, Cathy to her friends, could understand that tiredness. “Hi, Une.” She greeted back smiling though she knew the woman couldn’t see. Things had turned out for the worst only moments after the broadcast that shown through the entire world. All those men and women…
“J says to go ahead with plans. Inform the families…”
“Damn, this isn’t going to be easy.” Une sighed.
“Good luck and tell Dorothy I said hi.”
“Yeah, Lady Une out.”
“Catherine Bloom, out.”
TBC……
A/N: Okay, this is going to be a little slow but worth it I think. Lots of action but please don’t flame if some things are disturbing to you. If you do flame, I’ll probably say some things back to you that you won’t like. Don’t read, if you can’t take the content of the story. Other than that, please review and let me know that you’re *enjoying* the fic.
Rose Fury: Wow, I guess that’s good. I wasn’t going to post this until I finished at least up to twenty chapters (should’ve been up around summertime) but I went through all my fics that I hadn’t updated and didn’t plan on updating and deleted them. Yeah, I deleted them. They’ll probably be back up later when I finish them on my own time though. Anywho, for every fic I deleted, I tried to replace them. I have one more to put up but that’s still being worked out as we speak…er…read. Now that I’ve babbled for about a minute or two, I’d like to thank you for reviewing. I hope you enjoy the proceedings of this story. ^_^
Becky: Hey, Becky. Yeah, I’m a sicko, gomen. Hope you don’t find that bad or anything. Thank you for sending me your feedback. I promise…well, I’m sure it won’t get any more demented than it already is.