SD Gundam Fan Fiction ❯ End of the Line ❯ One-Shot

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Inspired by NeoYami's SD Gundam fic, The Simple Kind of Life . . . Shute tried to kill himself, but failed due to his new status as a cyborg. Instead of letting up on the training, Haro only pushed the boy harder . . . only problem is, if you push hard enough, it's only a matter of time before a person will snap . . .

End of the Line
by Shadow Wolf75

It started with a car accident. It ended with flames of destruction . . .

Insane laughter filtered through the halls of the SDG base that night. If you listened hard enough, you could hear it over the explosions and the screams of the dying. Shute stalked the corridors like some blood-crazed predator, shooting anyone he encountered and laughing hysterically all the while. Dead GMs and other mobile citizens littered his path, with a few human corpses scattered here and there.

Those who were smart didn't even bother reasoning with him, they just ran. Zero, Guneagle, Gunbike and Bakunetsumaru were among that number. Juli too; she'd seen where things were going and realized the ultimate conclusion before anyone else had. And so they ran, fleeing from the boy with the power of a god and none of a god's mercy.

There were a few foolish enough to stay until the end. Captain stayed; he thought he could somehow get through to the boy even though the trail of destruction Shute left said otherwise. The Gundam followed his friend at a distance, but then cursed in his mind as he realized where Shute was heading. The base's control room, where Haro was probably attempting to get the fires under control. Along the way there was also evidence Haro was trying to keep Shute contained, but the cyborg boy just plowed right through the hazard doors like they were paper.

Eventually they arrived at the control room; Shute brazenly destroying the door as he entered, and Captain following behind as quietly as he could. Haro was there, standing at the main control console, but instead of trying to contain the fires, he was trying to start the base's self-destruct. A bullet through the console put a stop to that, and Haro whirled to see Shute standing there grinning evilly. The final confrontation had begun . . .

"Why hello, Chief Haro . . . you seem surprised to see me." An insane giggle, and Shute continued. "Well, what do you think?" He gestured with his gun. "Do you like what I've done with the place? I think the post-apocalyptic look fits the base so well, don't you?"

Naturally, Haro still seemed rather shocked about the situation. "You . . . how could you do this?! Why would you do this?"

Shute only glared. "How could I do this? Why would I do this? Pfft, this isn't my fault, if I had died in that accident, none of this probably would have happened. You have no one to blame for this but yourself, daddy dearest!"

The ears on Haro's mask flipped up. "What? How the blazes--"

The boy laughed somewhat crazily at this, but soon managed to calm himself. "How do I know that? This body can do some amazing things now. I can see everything! I can even see through that stupid mask of yours, Dad. But I had to wonder, how could my own father put me through all that shit? Then I remembered, you never really were there for me all that much, were you? You were always down in your studio, supposedly . . . but really, you were up here protecting the world. Does Mom know about your real job? No, she's probably as much in the dark as I was . . . and that's the way you like it, so you can keep your dirty little secrets."

"You have no right to tell me how to live my life!"

Shute aimed and fired his gun, the bullet barely grazing Haro's head. "And you have the right to tell me how to live mine? No wait, I guess you did, you made me into your little killing machine. But really, is it so much of a shock that the killing machine finally decided to turn on you? My life was perfect, damn you! Why'd you have to give me military-grade cybernetics, anyway? I could have done well with a lesser grade, could have lived my life as it was . . . but no, you had to do this to me! You know, I really should just kill you right here, but that's too easy. Leaving you with the thought of your dear little boy joining the Dark Axis should be far more painful . . ."

Haro scoffed at this, saying, "The Dark Axis? Shute, you can't be serious; they hate organics with a passion!"

Another gunshot, this time ripping a slash in Haro's uniform sleeve. Blood started to flow and he gripped the wound with his other hand. Shute merely smirked at his father's pain. "I am serious . . . Emperor Zeong has been watching me for a while now, he said I had much promise to be a Dark Axis operative! And as for them hating organics, you forget, I'm mostly machine now anyway. Well, sorry to annihilate the place and run, but I've got an appointment with an evil emperor . . ." Shute took an odd communicator out of his pocket, hit a button, and a Zakrello Gate appeared off to the side.

Captain finally spoke up then, knowing that once Shute stepped through the gate, he'd never be able to get him back. "Shute, you can't! Remember everything we've done together, I know you're a better person than this!"

Shute turned to face him. "Maybe I was a better person, but that was before all of this. Don't try to stop me, Captain . . . it's just that I don't belong here anymore." With that, Shute disappeared through the gate, leaving nothing behind but his wake of destruction and two people wondering what to do now . . .