Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tears of Blood (Original begining) ❯ Reliving a Lost Memory ( Chapter 1 )

Tears of Blood
Chapter One: Reliving a Lost Memory

Author: Soldier Heero

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Now onto the FIC!
" " <----Speaking
* *<----Memory
' ' <--- Personal Thought and other things
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A tall, lightly tanned teenager clothed in spandex shorts and a tight, forest green tank top, he fly's through the ashes of war landing in a bloody heap amongst the rubble that which is supposed to be peace kept in an world of lies. As the teen rises from the rubble scattered about and on top of him, his eyes blank and vacant as his mind sorts through his memories.
In his mind the memory of an explosion and the death of a girl still burns brightly, forcing him to enter into his solitude life style. As he stands he relives the memory; ** An bright explosion shakes the Colony, and lights the sky a blaze as if it were the fourth of July, but Fire works were illegal on the Colony: cause an explosion could rip a hole in the outer shell of the colony thus killing all life inside. As the teenager stands back and watches the OZ base Burn with contempt a small smirk that is held on his face turns into one of horror, as an unexpected explosion send an tall M.S. in the apartment building located nearby. As the burning behemoth explodes incinerating the occupants of the building and the building itself.
"No!" yells the unknown horrified teen as he runs forward hoping in some way or form the occupants could still have possibly survived from the horrendous explosion. Deeply in his mind the 'Perfect Soldier' within him told him no one survived. ** That single memory is the one of the many that he has to relive each and every single moment of his tortured, and miserable existence.

As he lays there several people walk by him and stare at him. Out of pity they throw him money, as he stares at the money his first instinct is to throw the money back at the people, after spitting in their faces.

Slowly over the period of several months of uncounted time, his mind registers the condition he and his body are in, and the condition is horrible. The endless weeks of not eating correctly, the endless nightmares and finally the mental and emotion scars he has from before, after, and during the war are all taking their toll on him. The toll price is way to high for any normal human to pay, as everyone knows his body has with stood enough of the test of time, but this time the test might either kill him or allow him to live another day.

Finally after an uncountable pace of time several radiant saviors have finally found him. Each of them stick out in his mind, because each has played and important part in his life.

Heero couldn't keep track of the time while he slept in his pain loop. Each time he seemed to wake up he sees a face that represents the life, which he has thought to lose along with his life during the war . . . . . The Endless Waltz