Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Shorn ❯ 06 ( Chapter 4 )

Shorn 6

 

06

 

It is nearly time, and I am still not afraid. When does it come, I wonder - the fear?

 

I have committed all the crimes they named, and more. This is only right, though I wish things could have been different.

 

I should have followed Treize on the battlefield.

 

Now I am only an afterthought, one last detail to be dealt with before peace could truly be embraced.

 

As if these barbarians had any idea how to live in peace.

 

The door opens, and four men enter. It's crowded in here, but I humor them. They are the last company I shall entertain.

 

Two stand at ready, rifles aimed at my chest.

 

The third produces sturdy shears from his case. I watch with no feeling as yard-long clumps of fine blond hair fall like thick ribbons to the floor. The sound of the shears reminds me of a gear malfunction, a slippage in the expected: shunk, shunk, shunk.

 

When he brings out the razor, I begin to tremble. I tell myself it is at the voice of the priest, reciting the necessary words for a condemned man. But I know at last the answer to my question.

 

The fear comes now.