Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ F.E.A.R ❯ Chapter 2

Title: F.E.A.R

 

Genre: gore, horror, blood, violence, language, lemon, lime, death (none of the guys), angst, police, supernatural.

 

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

 

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 2

 

“I knew it, I fucking knew it!!”

 

“Please ma'am, calm down.”

 

Worried pale blue eyes looked towards the ranting woman before them. The owner of the eyes was a woman no older than twenty-five. Her features were strong yet feminine even when set into a cold glare. Her hair was pulled back save for her thin bangs. The tight French braids looped just above the grey and green uniform collar of her shirt.

 

“Okay, *Ms* Une, how should I react!” The woman snapped back. Her wide sharp green eyes glared angrily at the officer. She was two inches shorter so she had to turn her head up.

 

“Ms. Mueller, all I ask is that you calm down. I understand that you're mourning but you need to—“

 

Ms. Mueller would have none of it. Her feature grew into a vicious snarl. “Mourning! Why the hell would I mourn that fucker!? I bet he got killed being the coward he was. Always running from his responsibility, just like when he found out I was pregnant. Guess this was the only way he could get out of the child support he had to give me.” Despite the widow's hurtful words tears sprang in her eyes dampening the fire of hatred in them. As she spoke she pulled out a single cigarette and lit it. She gave two puffs and blew the smoke out her nose.

 

Une watched the woman feeling slightly nervous and awkward watching as tears began to trail down the woman's features. Was she supposed to comfort her? Leave? She sighed warily. Her long creamy fingers absently drummed against the wooden box in her hands. There were several more where this one came from. Each one had the lost soldier's name embroidered on top in fancy golden calligraphy, their rank below, and a small message.

 

Inside was every metal the soldier had earned. Mueller had at least seven, each for his bravery. He had two purple hearts and now a gundanium one for his ultimate sacrifice. Every soldier had one bright and shining in the center of all the metals.

 

“I am truly sorry for your lost, Ms. Mueller.” Une said stepping forward. She pushed the box into the woman's hands. The shorter woman took it grudgingly. Once it was fully settled into her hands, her face softened. More tears fell freely down her face. Her petite frame began to shake. Without the scornful glare, the woman was delicate.

 

“Why? You don't give a fuck what happened to them. All you want to do is make yourselves look good.” The woman said. Her eyes looked up brokenly at Une. “He died and who'll know it other than me and his children? Who'll remember him? You won't release the shit to the world that you lost a whole platoon. You'll cover it up.” Her legs buckled then. She didn't bother to catch herself. Une obliged her and took her by her narrow shoulders. “He died for nothing. No one'll know how great of a man he was. The only thing they'll remember him for was having his death broadcast all over the fucking world. My son saw that. Gods, my son saw!! He saw daddy get killed. How do I tell…explain to him?! He's only three!!”

 

“I'm truly sorry…” Une whispered brushing away the wisp of honey brown hair. “I'm so truly sorry.”

 

A sound from the side caught her attention. She looked up to find Mueller's youngest, no more than three years old, and his oldest, just out of high school. Une had seen pictures of them hanging in the deceased soldier's locker. Her heart clenched to know that their father would never see either of them graduate.

 

Mueller's oldest, Janessa, walked in. She was about five-six, a basketball player by her father's descriptions. She was toned without a scrap of fat on her slender frame. She wore a simple t-shirt with the sleeves torn off to expose her arms. Her hair was cut short on her head in a boyish fashion, the same color as her mother's. Her eyes, however, was the same blue-grey of her father.

 

She knelt by her mother and took her from Une. She stroked the sobbing woman's hair and rocked her. “They were going to remarry.” She said not looking up. Her voice was soft and strained. An attempt to be the strong one.

 

Une nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat.

 

“They really loved each other….the wedding was supposed to be after my graduation….two weeks from now.” She looked up towards her younger brother, Jason, and beckoned him over. The three year old came without having to be told twice.

 

“Is papa coming home?” He asked. He looked up at Une with his mother's green eyes. His hair was short and black like his father. “Why is mama crying? Mama, don't cry.” He said looking back to the mourning woman. Ms. Mueller looked up at the youth before enveloping him in her arms.

 

“Take care of her.” Une said. Janessa looked up and nodded. With that, Une left feeling drained. She shook her head slowly sliding behind her cool impassionate mask. She couldn't afford to fall apart only after the first house. There were so many more to go.

 

Determined, she walked to her car. Her smoky grey pumps sound sharply against the sidewalk as she walked. Her car, a black 196 Sudan, was parked just down the street from the Mueller residence. She pressed the button on her keychain. The car beeped. The door on the driver's side hissed coming a few inches from the car itself before raising high into the hair. Une climbed in and reached up to bring the door back down and closed against her car. She pushed the key into the ignition and turned it. The vehicle came to life purring smoothly. She didn't pull out right away. She sighed heavily and looked to her rearview window at the many boxes in her backseat. She had trained with every soldier that had a box. She had talked and associated with them. Now they were dead.

 

Despair clouded her determined glare. They had died. She looked down at her hands gripping either side of the stirring wheel. They had died.

 

“Incoming call, Lady Une.” The automated voice reported.

 

Une didn't look up to acknowledge it. “Accept it.” She said. There was a long silence before the caller began to talk.

 

”Hello, Lady Une.” The caller was obviously female with a natural purring voice. Une rested her head on the stirring wheel affectively avoiding the button to sound the horn.

 

“Hello, Dorothy.” She sighed.

 

“You don't sound too well, do you want to stop?” Dorothy asked sounding genuinely worried. Une ran a single finger over the box just above the car's radio. The box displayed the other woman's number in digital black numbers.

 

“No, just be home for you can hold me for a good hour.” She said.

 

“That I can do…just don't over do it. You're no fun when you're depressed.”

 

Une snorted. “I'll be done in about three hours. One of the family members live a little ways out of town.”

 

“Alright, take care.”

 

“You too, don't make anyone cry.”

 

”I'll try.” With that the connection was disconnected. Une straightened and pressed the gas as the automated voice reported that the call had been dropped. She followed the directions to the next house numbly acknowledging street sign after street sign, traffic light after traffic light and the like.

 

The next house was a little ways out of the urban area of town. The roads were bumpy and there were trees, grass and the occasional cow.

 

Une grimaced as her car bounced thus making the precious cargo in the backseat jump as well. Her eyes darted up to see if any of the boxes had fallen over yet. It would be just her luck too. If any of the boxes were scuffed or scratched she'd have to take them back to be remade. None had fallen yet. She looked back to the road just in time to see a wild deer go bounding across the road. She slammed on breaks narrowly avoiding the full grown doe. She glared at it as it stopped to look curiously at her. Its wide dewy eyes shifted to look pass her only for a moment before suddenly jumping back and taking off.

 

Une watched it go. What was that about? She looked up to the rearview mirror. Her heart leapt into her throat at the sight of a young girl in her back seat. She was pale white with grey and black here and there. She wore a long sleeve sweater that only reached two inches before her hands. Her hair was long and black falling into her face. Her face was turned down so that the hair cast shadows over her features. From the way her hands laid palms up at her side, she looked unconscious or dead.

 

Une twisted quickly to look behind her. Where the little girl should've been was boxes. She looked back to the mirror. The girl hadn't moved. From what she saw the boxes should've been piled so that the girl could fit between them directly in the middle. Looking back again, she found nothing of the like.

 

She looked back a third time to make she wasn't seeing thing. She gasped when she saw that the girl was moving closer to the rearview mirror. With her closer, a single hazel eye could be seen. It was impossibly wide outlined with sickly pink grey skin. Red radiated from the irises as the `child' moved closer. More of the shadows moved exposing her pale face.

 

Une turned back to see behind her. Nothing. She looked back. What kind of joke was this? A startled scream left her when clammy cold hands wrapped around her neck. She struggled against them. The hands tried clumsily to get a grip until she finally managed to open her car door. She spilled none too gracefully out of the car scrambling back. She looked towards the back of the car out of reflex. Nothing. She stood slowly looking into the window. She jumped when a small pale hand pressed to the glass.

 

She squinted and moved just a little closer. The head of the child looked up at her with wide eyes. Her face was passively blank though her eyes pleaded. Une moved just a little closer.

 

The child's face warped before her so suddenly, she jumped back. The youth's lower face was covered in blood. Her face was thin and bestial. Her eyes were burning with nothing short of rage. Une stepped closer bravely pressing a hand against where the child's hand was. She watched as the child reared back her head before crashing it against the window. Blood splattered against the window from the force of the blow. Still, the child reared back again.

 

“Stop it!!” Une shouted. The child didn't listen. She slammed her head again effectively cracking the window and sending more blood and skin splattering against it. “STOP IT!!” The glass shattered sending Une moving back reflexively. She stumbled and fell to the ground. She opened her eyes slowly feeling the sting of a cut just below her eye. For a second she saw the image of the child looking out at her. When she blinked, she was gone.

 

 

 

TBC……

 

A/N: I don't have much to say about this. I do blame what happened on The Grudge, The Ring, The Ring II, and a bit of Resident Evil. Umm….Review please. ^^. I need to know that I have Une and Dorothy in character so far. Remember there was no war so they'll be a little different however I don't want them to be too different. Does that make sense? I love you forever.

 

Rose Fury: Thank you very much for reviewing chica. I think you'll be the only one reviewing for a while though. I'll update as much as I can despite that though. I think I like this story enough to keep going. Well, ja!!

 

Codan: Duo and Trowa aren't dead. See, they're playing poker over there. *points* The guy that died was Michael Maxwell, Duo's papa. The other guy is the original Trowa Barton. Remember that our Trowa was originally Triton Bloom. Does that make sense? If you're still confused let me know. Thank you fore reviewing!!