Gunslinger Girl Fan Fiction ❯ Scars & Bullets ❯ Scoperta ( Chapter 1 )

Scars & Bullets

 

A vicious gunfight with terrorist leads to the discovery of a boy whose “talents” may parallel too even the most experienced fratellos. However he has no memory of his origins and does not seem to know his true potential. He impresses the handlers and receives the girls' respect, can they shape this boy to the ultimate assassin… or is he already one.

 

 

 

Disclaimer: No I do not own Gunslinger Girl. Raphael and his other aliases yes but the rest of them no.

 

 

Hi my name is Triela… no I don't have a surname and neither do the other minors in this organization. Yes there are more of those like me and we all have something in common. We were found in dire conditions and were taken by the Social Welfare Agency and made into cyborg beings/ assassins who can rip you apart in a blink of an eye. Most of us are girls there's Henrietta she's 10 years old, Rico who I think is 13, Claes who is also 13, we use to have members named Elsa and Angelica but… their gone now, and me, I am 14 years old. Like I said earlier most of us are girls since HE came a little bit later.

 

Chapter 1 Scoperta

Discovery

 

It was in a serious gunfight in a town square with terrorists who thought it would be a good idea to rob banks for their funding. Strange thing was they seem to be of Japanese origin.

 

“What are Japanese terrorists doing here?”

 

“I don't know Triela but they seem to be heavily armed, we can't let them get away now.”

 

That was Hillshire he's my handler. With both of us together we are called a fratello, which means siblings, but in truth we are a group composed of a cyborg girl and her non-cyborg handler, all of us are grouped in this way except Claes who lost her handler. Their job is to take care of us but if you ask me some do a bad job. Thank fully Hillshire isn't one of those bad handlers like Jean, he is Rico's handler, he treats her like a dog; but then Hillshire is not like Joze either, he is Henrietta's handler and just showers her with gifts all day long. You can say he's in the middle of that --

 

“Triela! Pay attention! You could hit innocent bystanders.”

 

Sometimes he's a pain. We stood against the terrorists for quite awhile before help finally arrived. It came in the form of Henrietta who sprang from behind the enemy lines and fired with her FN P90 sub-machine gun. Soon terrorist were literally falling of the barrier they made and to make things worst for them they were also being picked off one by one by Rico who was probably up a balcony sniping them with her Dragunov SVD. I was pretty thankful for the reinforcement and I was actually glad that the terrorists knew that they were screwed. Unfortunately it was on that day that I found out what Japanese do when they're screwed. They proceeded to jump the barrier and attack the bystanders! I mean literally they were ignoring our gunfire and were just trying to kill us much people as they can.

 

“What the hell?” was the words that came out of Hillshire's mouth.

 

He couldn't believe what these terrorists were doing. Personally I couldn't believe what he would say next:

 

“Triela storm the front!”

 

“What? Why? What for!” I exclaimed with disbelief, did he want me to get killed?

 

“Triela, I know what you're risking but you have no choice, we need to save as much people as we can now.”

 

In disbelief I jumped over the car we were using as cover and ran into the bloody fray. It was madness in there, those terrorist were either making a statement or just plain crazy. They really wanted to make something out of their inevitable deaths. I tried killing as many of them as possible but I couldn't avoid seeing a civilian get killed every now and then. It was then that I saw it happen…

 

In a distant, I see this boy probably in his teens take a rifle from a terrorist and break his neck. Then he proceeded to fire at the terrorists as well. I have never seen such skill in gunmanship in someone of his age except among us girls. He was definitely no rookie and his shots were dead accurate, killing terrorist from left to right. Eventually we were shooting terrorists right beside each other and I couldn't help stealing a glance. He definitely was a boy and not one I have ever met. He was probably 15 or 16 years old but I couldn't tell if he was Asian, European or American. Eventually he realized I was looking at him and he stopped shooting and looked back at me. He flashed a smile and was about to say something but then a worried look overtook him and he pushes me aside. It turns out that several terrorists tried attacking us from behind and he saw them. He took 6 to 7 shots to the chest and went down, for a moment I thought that this new friend of mine was dead but then he straitened up shot the would be ambushers. I rushed to check on him and found 7 bullet holes on his chest, I guess he saw that I was concerned but then he told me:

 

“Don't worry I'll be fine, go!”

 

All I could say was “ok” and I left him.

 

It was then that I realized my stupidity. I thought to my self “You idiot! He's got 7 shots in his chest even a cyborg would be in critical condition with those kind of injuries!” but before I could turn back I was engaged in another gun fight.

 

Eventually we ran out of enemies to kill and were left with a bloody town square. I sat down for a break after all the killing and checked if I had any injuries. It was only then that I realized I left that boy too die. I got up to see if there was anybody standing but the only people I could see doing so were the fratello pair of Henrietta & Joze and the pair of Rico & Jean. I sat back down feeling sad about my loss until I heard Henrietta's cries:

 

“Joze I found a live one!”

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