Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Choice of Death ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

C-Chan2: This chapter has been revised.

Lloyd: So that you may get to the beginning of it faster.

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Silence fell over the small town as the sun completely set, dragging all light with it. Every house was dark, every street empty; not even rats occupied them. The sky was star filled as usual, the moon in it's first quarter.

Normal, except for the dark shadow that made its way through the sky. It slowly descended down to earth, forming a figure as it reached. If one were to lay eyes on it, one name in particular was sure to come to mind. Now in the shape of a man, dressed in a cloak of black, face hooded and hidden by shadow. Skeletal hands held onto a staff, where at the very top sat a long and most definitely sharp blade. The Grim Reaper, or so he was called. Some simply called him Death, which he preferred. Eyes that weren't there looked over the town, already knowing which unlucky souls would become his. There was no time for feelings, regret, or second thoughts; only work to be done.

If it was possible, it grew much more silent, as everything thing seemed to stand still. The shadows that danced along the ground with the trees, formed by either the light of the moon or the torches in the street, slowly started to make their way towards him. They moved across the ground, over walls, through the air. They were his servants, he was their master, and he had work for them. As they gathered around him, whispers and screeches breaking the silence that surrounded them, he pointed towards the small town.

They didn't have to ask, they didn't need a worded command, they shot out towards it with high screeches filling the air before everything fell silent again. They slithered along the streets, stopping in doorways, before making their way underneath them. When a shadow made it's way outside, it was followed by another, only white in color; a human soul.

One shadow made its way into a small house, up the stairs and into a child's bedroom. It ascended and floated above her, watching as she wheezed and gave hacking coughs. There was no time for feelings. It quickly descended into the child's mouth, leaving as she exhaled; her last breath. Then it was gone, behind him her soul echoing with laughter. It continued on into the night, shadows entering households, leaving with souls in their possession. It lasted until a good hour before daylight.

The servants now made their way back to their master, slithering as souls lagged behind them. The echoing voices of children's laughter, along with the sound of mourning cries and sobs. Death's gaze watched as the souls and shadows made their way into the dark forest, and he turned to find a shadow left behind. He watched it as it floated this way and that, almost speaking to him. Looking back at the town where the cries of many who found their loved ones dead reached their ears, he nodded.

"Go.", a whispered and rasped voice, "I will be waiting here before sunrise. Be careful my son, I do not want you in this world too long. Remember, if the light catches you then you can not return unless I do."

Watching as the shadow slithered its way back, he turned to the forest, blending in with the darkness as soon as he had reached.

The shadow made its way back into the village, searching out the house where the little girl had been. He made his way inside back to her room. Her body was still on the bed, her parents hadn't found her yet. He had known she would have died sooner or later. He parents weren't that wealthy and couldn't afford medicine. She had been sick for a year. He had watched over her, managed to get Death to withhold taking her for six months, watched as she got worse. Now she was a soul on her way to the underworld. He wasn't supposed to have feelings at all, let alone for a human. They would all leave this world eventually. He knew that; he could care less for humans. Yet with this child, it seemed something completely different.

He continued to watch the now cold body, unaware that it was a few minutes to sunrise. The door to the room opened and it quickly slithered off into a corner. He watched as a woman walked inside, eyes widening as she caught site of her daughter. He couldn't help but feel guilt when she fell to her knees in sobs, and then even worse when the father joined her. He really had wished she had gotten better, so that she could at least see the sunrise on last. . .sunrise!

It watched up at the window, just in time to catch the sun slowly peeking over the horizon. Quickly going through the window, it made its way through the rapidly brightening streets, staying to whatever little shadow it could find. The sun was closing in close behind him. He had to make it to the forest. Death stood watching as he raced towards him, his eyeless gaze on his closest servant; his only son. Shadows surrounded him, their whispers echoing. Whispers of "Hurry" and "Come faster".

However, their words of motivation was of no use as the sun quickly surpassed him, reaching the forest where Death and his shadows disappeared into. A loud screech was drawn from him as the shadow started to stretch into a form of a man. Its screech turned into a loud scream as it solidified and its dark coloring crumbled away from him. Violet eyes opened, glancing up at the forest where his father no longer stood. He gave a sob, his head lowered, and then he fainted. He laid there as people made on with their lives and morning activities. In his unconscious state he could hear them, but he couldn't move. He felt the sun on his bare back as he laid stomach side down and naked in the road. He was a few yards from the town, someone was bound to find him.

"Well what do we have hear?"

An old man looked down from his carriage at the naked body in the middle of the road. Observing it for quite awhile, he cackled as he made his way down and to the boy. He could say it was a boy. Maybe no older than seventeen, eighteen the most. His brown eyes looked over the naked form, noticing the pale skin.

It looked soft, smooth, and a wrinkled hand reached out to test it. It was perfect to the touch. Using what strength he had for a man his age, he turned the boy over, greedy eyes taking in every curve. This boy was beautiful, no, that was under exaggerating.

He stared up into the boy's face. He was a boy alright. No beard present as yet. From his looks, the boy would be the object of many men and women's desires. He'd make a very excellent personal slave. He had a mind to keep him for himself, but he knew that this one would catch him a very pretty penny. His greed for money was much stronger then his lust, and he cackled as he turned back to his carriage.

"You there boy!", he cried, a young man climbing out, "Take him up, throw him in the back. I think I've found me a slave that's finally worth selling."

He followed his own slave back to the carriage, eyes scanning over the boy one last time. Oh yes, he'd make him a very pretty penny indeed.

T.B.C.

C-Chan2: So what did you think?

Lloyd: I liked it.

Jim: You say that for all her fics.

C-Chan2: That's because he loves me. Well thank you readers who read it for reading, we appreciate it. And I pray you leave reviews. Ciao for now.