Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ F.E.A.R ❯ Chapter 13

Title: F.E.A.R
Genre: gore, horror, blood, violence, language, lemon, lime, death (none of the guys), angst, police, supernatural, NCS
Pairing: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS, (later) 5x6, RxH, UxD, OCxS, 2+H/H+2. 2+OCs, 2+Solo
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).

Rose Fury: Yes, a 0, nothing else. You know you’re loving it. *Talim, Kain, Duo, Heero, Quatre, Trowa, Wufei and Shai gather around you and gives you a big hug* there ya go. All better now? Thanks for reviewing even though you’re sick.

Serena1985: Why thank you. I let my boyfriend read some of it and he didn’t make it past the prologue. Lol, he’s such a baby. Hope you like this chapter as much as I do!! Thank you for reviewing!!

Chapter 13:

The soft glow of a computer screen cast drastic shadows over the dimly lit tent-like room. A cot could be seen tucked in a corner next to a large trunk of costumes neatly folded inside. The sole occupant of the room was a man in his thirties.

He was six feet seated comfortably in a fold out chair at a fold down desk. His olive skin glowed with the pale light in front of him as he read his most recent email.


My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.


He frowned disdainfully at the screen with bright emerald eyes. Growling, he hit the reply button not bothering to notice the rest stating that he’d have to send it to twenty other people or die as the child had died that day. His slender fingers worked vigorously over the keyboard resting in his lap.
Gloria, stop this bullshit. Just have the child support sent off before the end of the week.

He pressed the send button quickly before standing.

“I see you’re having problems with that woman again.” The young man spun quickly glaring at the elderly man standing in the opening of his tent. “Triton when will you learn to settle for more?”

The man only sneered eyes glittering wildly. “What’s your plan?”

“MY plan?” Dekrim smirked arrogantly. “Don’t you mean, my offer?”

“No, what is your plan for my son. If I’m handing him over, you will have to tell me what you plan to–“

“Nonsense, if I give you a million dollars, which is more than the young lad is worth, then it is none of your business what I do with or to him.”
Triton took a threatening step forward fist balling at his side. The rising fight was cut short as a mini version of the younger man wondered in. His hair was short on his head favoring the left more than the right as far as growing went. He was dressed in a pair of high water jeans and an oversized t-shirt. He rubbed at his bright green eyes tiredly.

“Ah, and you must be Triton Jr.” Dekrim stated with false enthusiasm.

“Oui je suis.” Young Triton answered before climbing into the cot.

“Avez-vous nourri les lions, le fils?” Triton asked watching his son carefully. Despite the cautious look, there was no love in his gaze, no tenderness a father would have for his only son.

“Oui, et les tigres aussi” The youth yawned widely before snuggling deeper into the sheets. Within seconds he was asleep completely oblivious to his father walking over to tuck the sheets around him.

“Se reposer bien, demain vous partirez un peu.” Triton whispered to his son. He stood turning to give Dekrim cold eyes. “One million, nothing less.”

“Of course, of course.”


TBC……

A/N: Yay! Triton is here!!! *grins* the poem…is an actual chainletter. I just saved myself time for having to send it to twenty people by posting it in my chap. It fits, ne? but you, the reader, must copy and paste and forward it to twenty people or be suffocated or something like that by some girl that will appear on your ceiling. Yeah weird. Damn, myspace and its hundreds of chain letter sending participants. Review!!

Translation

Oui je suis. = Yes I am

Avez-vous nourri les lions, le fils? = Did you feed the lions, son?

Oui, et les tigres aussi = Yes, and the tigers

Se reposer bien, demain vous partirez un peu = Sleep well, tomorrow you're going away for a while