Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Land Down Under ❯ Massacre and Nightmare ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Kinzie Strife 
An unsuspected town comes under brutal attack... and only one can survive.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.17.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 450 | Status: Work In Progress
An unsuspected town comes under brutal attack... and only one can survive.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Adventure / Action | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.17.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 450 | Status: Work In Progress
Smoke, flames, explosions, screams..
That was all the people in the small city were able to comprehend. The horrible sounds of battle were echoing around them and haunting their vision, they were being massacred. Children, big and small, cried out for their parents as the tanks and soldiers powered their way through the city. Houses were set ablaze and demolished as OZ units drove through them. Smoke and fire clouded the view of the stars and the eerie full moon, which occasionally glowed through the blacken cloud.
The night sky was filled with the overpowering scent of gunpowder and burning flesh. Dead bodies lay still along the side of the road, their eyes set towards the sky in a glazed, unblinking stillness.
People ran in a panicked rush, trampling over the fallen bodies and debris. Screams echoed out towards the flat deserts and faded to nothing.
Still, the soldiers continued their onslaught, they continued their genocide.
“The General called for no survivors! Take them all out!”
“Yea!!”
The hideous cheer rang out from the massive platoon of OZ foot soldiers. Breaking ranks, the blood thirsty men ran towards the frantic survivors, and just like a pack of ravenous wolves, they herded the townspeople into a tight circle near the center of the city.
About eight feet out of the soldiers ever tightening circle, and among the few who had survived the first wave of attacks, was a small 4-year-old boy, hiding under his mothers’ dead body. His stormy blue, grey eyes were wide, panic-stricken, and frightened. Tears ran silently down his dirty and bloodied cheeks. His light brownish hair had matted to his forehead. The small body shook violently, he was terrified and couldn’t move. A chill ran up his spine as a soldier stepped up next to the mothers body.
Small, bruised hands pressed themselves to his mouth, trying to contain the cry that wanted to escape. A thin, silver chain dangled from his fingers, a simple cross hung at the bottom, swaying back and forth as the boy shook. Holding his breath, he listened intently for the gritty ground to shift under the military issued boot. Closing his eyes tightly, the boy couldn’t hold the small squeak back, but it went unnoticed to the hunter in front of him. His senses were overloaded with the horrible event that had surrounded him. He could hear the dirt shifting under the soldiers’ boot as he stocked forwards, leaving behind the dead woman and one hiding boy.
The town’s peoples cries were growing frantic, mothers pleaded for their babes not to be killed, and clutched them tightly against their bodies. Men tried to block the women off, some were even down on their knees, their hands clutched in front of them, and their heads bowed. They were completely unarmed.
“Ready!”
‘Please God, help me!’ The little boy prayed.
“No!! No Please!!”
“We’re unarmed!! Please release us!!”
“Let our children go!!”
“AIM!”
‘Make mommy wake up!’
“God, no!”
“Lord, here us…”
“FIRE!!”
‘Make all the bad men go away!! HELP ME!!’
The boys pupils shrank to almost nothing as the first shot was fired. Bodies jerked in a spastic motion as the bullets ripped through their fragile flesh. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the ground. The sound of automatic machine guns firing couldn’t shut out the shrill, blood-curling screams of the people as they were slaughtered.
Screaming with the people before him, the boy backed away in his hiding place, trying to push against the ground with his dirty, bare feet.
Bodies were slowly collapsing to the stained ground. All their orbs were frightened, and glazed over.
The machine guns slowed as more and more people fell, and just as quickly as the nightmare had started, it ended.
The peaceful, unarmed town of 500 had been reduced to 1 in a little under an hour.
All was silent..
Suddenly, the sound of a diesel engine started up and the soldiers left their carnage. The tank drove towards the mound of people left in the center, and drove over top of the dead bodies. The sickening crunch of bones breaking and skulls snapping made the small child’s stomach turn. He could feel the burning acid work its way up his throat and he threw up in his own lap.
As more tanks left more soldiers left with them. The large tires moved over the mounds of wreckage, creating horrible whining noises from the metal that started to give under the tremendous weight of the trucks. Occasional gunfire was set off, the rapid rounds from the MP’s echoed across the flat plains of the Outback.
“Well that was fun.” A big, steroid induced man chuckled, “did you see how they begged!? Priceless!”
“Dude, Rice, that ain’t cool man…” A small, much more runner built man started, “They didn’t have a chance to defend themselves.”
“Who’s side are you on anyways?” The man named, Rice, snapped.
“O.Z., but I just don’t agree with what-”
“You want to end up like all of them!” Rice snapped.
“…No.”
“Then shut the hell up!”
The small bickering died down as the last tank left. All of the foot soldiers were in front, leaving the tanks to bring up the rear of the platoon.
When the boy was sure that all of the bad men were gone, he slowly opened his shaking eyes. His fingers were now tangled with the cross, blood dripping from the bottom of his palms, as the sides dug into his sweaty palms. Ever so slowly the boy started to move from his place under the dead woman. The smoldering flesh and smoke were burning his eyes and nose. He could hardly support himself as he crawled out from the small hole in the ground.
The hole was all too convenient. Earlier in the day, he remembered digging in the middle of Main Street, and openly claimed that he would dig his way to China in a matter of days! …if he worked hard enough.
What he hadn’t expected was for the hole to save his life.
He surveyed the damage done to the town. There wasn’t a building standing. Everything had been destroyed, everyone was dead. No one was calling for him, his mommy wasn’t holding him and reassuring him that everything was alright.
Slowly turning around, his small fingers dug into the soft, rocky earth. His mommy’s once bright blue eyes were gazing at him, with the same unblinking stare as the others.
“…Mommy..?” He whimpered, his voice shaking, small sniffles escaping him. “Mommy..” He set a hand on her bloodied shoulder and gripped the dirty fabric with broken, and torn finger nails. “Mommy!” Shuffling his body towards hers he set his head down on her chest and tried to listen for the familiar ‘thump’ of her heart, but it was gone.
“Mommy!” He brought his other hand up and gripped the fabric of her shirt tightly. Shifting his body, he laid so he pressed against her side, but still curled into a ball. Both fists were now clutching the dirty fabric. The silver cross, which was speckled with blood, and dangled limply around his fingers.
“Mommy, wake up, Mommy!” His voice hitched and a crystal tear rand down his dirt covered cheeks. Harsh sobs ribbed through his small frame, causing him to curl tighter into the rapidly cooling body next to him. His quiet mantra of, “Mommy..” never stopping.
~*~*~*
AN: Hello. I decided to revamp this story. It desperately needed it. I love it too much not to leave it the way it is, which is horrible. This is the revamped Chapter 1!
What do you think?Review!!
~Kareian~
That was all the people in the small city were able to comprehend. The horrible sounds of battle were echoing around them and haunting their vision, they were being massacred. Children, big and small, cried out for their parents as the tanks and soldiers powered their way through the city. Houses were set ablaze and demolished as OZ units drove through them. Smoke and fire clouded the view of the stars and the eerie full moon, which occasionally glowed through the blacken cloud.
The night sky was filled with the overpowering scent of gunpowder and burning flesh. Dead bodies lay still along the side of the road, their eyes set towards the sky in a glazed, unblinking stillness.
People ran in a panicked rush, trampling over the fallen bodies and debris. Screams echoed out towards the flat deserts and faded to nothing.
Still, the soldiers continued their onslaught, they continued their genocide.
“The General called for no survivors! Take them all out!”
“Yea!!”
The hideous cheer rang out from the massive platoon of OZ foot soldiers. Breaking ranks, the blood thirsty men ran towards the frantic survivors, and just like a pack of ravenous wolves, they herded the townspeople into a tight circle near the center of the city.
About eight feet out of the soldiers ever tightening circle, and among the few who had survived the first wave of attacks, was a small 4-year-old boy, hiding under his mothers’ dead body. His stormy blue, grey eyes were wide, panic-stricken, and frightened. Tears ran silently down his dirty and bloodied cheeks. His light brownish hair had matted to his forehead. The small body shook violently, he was terrified and couldn’t move. A chill ran up his spine as a soldier stepped up next to the mothers body.
Small, bruised hands pressed themselves to his mouth, trying to contain the cry that wanted to escape. A thin, silver chain dangled from his fingers, a simple cross hung at the bottom, swaying back and forth as the boy shook. Holding his breath, he listened intently for the gritty ground to shift under the military issued boot. Closing his eyes tightly, the boy couldn’t hold the small squeak back, but it went unnoticed to the hunter in front of him. His senses were overloaded with the horrible event that had surrounded him. He could hear the dirt shifting under the soldiers’ boot as he stocked forwards, leaving behind the dead woman and one hiding boy.
The town’s peoples cries were growing frantic, mothers pleaded for their babes not to be killed, and clutched them tightly against their bodies. Men tried to block the women off, some were even down on their knees, their hands clutched in front of them, and their heads bowed. They were completely unarmed.
“Ready!”
‘Please God, help me!’ The little boy prayed.
“No!! No Please!!”
“We’re unarmed!! Please release us!!”
“Let our children go!!”
“AIM!”
‘Make mommy wake up!’
“God, no!”
“Lord, here us…”
“FIRE!!”
‘Make all the bad men go away!! HELP ME!!’
The boys pupils shrank to almost nothing as the first shot was fired. Bodies jerked in a spastic motion as the bullets ripped through their fragile flesh. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the ground. The sound of automatic machine guns firing couldn’t shut out the shrill, blood-curling screams of the people as they were slaughtered.
Screaming with the people before him, the boy backed away in his hiding place, trying to push against the ground with his dirty, bare feet.
Bodies were slowly collapsing to the stained ground. All their orbs were frightened, and glazed over.
The machine guns slowed as more and more people fell, and just as quickly as the nightmare had started, it ended.
The peaceful, unarmed town of 500 had been reduced to 1 in a little under an hour.
All was silent..
Suddenly, the sound of a diesel engine started up and the soldiers left their carnage. The tank drove towards the mound of people left in the center, and drove over top of the dead bodies. The sickening crunch of bones breaking and skulls snapping made the small child’s stomach turn. He could feel the burning acid work its way up his throat and he threw up in his own lap.
As more tanks left more soldiers left with them. The large tires moved over the mounds of wreckage, creating horrible whining noises from the metal that started to give under the tremendous weight of the trucks. Occasional gunfire was set off, the rapid rounds from the MP’s echoed across the flat plains of the Outback.
“Well that was fun.” A big, steroid induced man chuckled, “did you see how they begged!? Priceless!”
“Dude, Rice, that ain’t cool man…” A small, much more runner built man started, “They didn’t have a chance to defend themselves.”
“Who’s side are you on anyways?” The man named, Rice, snapped.
“O.Z., but I just don’t agree with what-”
“You want to end up like all of them!” Rice snapped.
“…No.”
“Then shut the hell up!”
The small bickering died down as the last tank left. All of the foot soldiers were in front, leaving the tanks to bring up the rear of the platoon.
When the boy was sure that all of the bad men were gone, he slowly opened his shaking eyes. His fingers were now tangled with the cross, blood dripping from the bottom of his palms, as the sides dug into his sweaty palms. Ever so slowly the boy started to move from his place under the dead woman. The smoldering flesh and smoke were burning his eyes and nose. He could hardly support himself as he crawled out from the small hole in the ground.
The hole was all too convenient. Earlier in the day, he remembered digging in the middle of Main Street, and openly claimed that he would dig his way to China in a matter of days! …if he worked hard enough.
What he hadn’t expected was for the hole to save his life.
He surveyed the damage done to the town. There wasn’t a building standing. Everything had been destroyed, everyone was dead. No one was calling for him, his mommy wasn’t holding him and reassuring him that everything was alright.
Slowly turning around, his small fingers dug into the soft, rocky earth. His mommy’s once bright blue eyes were gazing at him, with the same unblinking stare as the others.
“…Mommy..?” He whimpered, his voice shaking, small sniffles escaping him. “Mommy..” He set a hand on her bloodied shoulder and gripped the dirty fabric with broken, and torn finger nails. “Mommy!” Shuffling his body towards hers he set his head down on her chest and tried to listen for the familiar ‘thump’ of her heart, but it was gone.
“Mommy!” He brought his other hand up and gripped the fabric of her shirt tightly. Shifting his body, he laid so he pressed against her side, but still curled into a ball. Both fists were now clutching the dirty fabric. The silver cross, which was speckled with blood, and dangled limply around his fingers.
“Mommy, wake up, Mommy!” His voice hitched and a crystal tear rand down his dirt covered cheeks. Harsh sobs ribbed through his small frame, causing him to curl tighter into the rapidly cooling body next to him. His quiet mantra of, “Mommy..” never stopping.
~*~*~*
AN: Hello. I decided to revamp this story. It desperately needed it. I love it too much not to leave it the way it is, which is horrible. This is the revamped Chapter 1!
What do you think?Review!!
~Kareian~