Heero turned his back on the traitor. He took five steps away, close to the edge of the circle. I saw him draw his gun, turn on one heel, and point it at the kneeling man. The expression on his face held me frozen in place as he pulled the trigger, and the man screamed as his right leg exploded into a mess of blood and broken bone. And again, and again, as Heero emptied four more bullets into him. The gunshots sounded like thunderbolts through the absolute silence of the hangar bay; as the echoes faded, the would-be assassin hit the ground with a quiet thump. He was not dead yet; his body was a mess of shredded tissues and splintered bones, but he was not dead yet. Over the man's agonized whimpers, the soft ::click:: as Heero reloaded his gun was louder than a detonation. And then he spoke again, with the voice of the vengeance of God.
"There can be no excuse and no mercy for a traitor."
Re: Torn 4
Date: 2006-02-21 11:13 am (UTC)"And you betrayed us."
Another half-choked sob; there was no need to answer.
Heero straightened abruptly. The man slumped down slightly, but Heero had one more question to ask.
"Why?"
The traitor broke down entirely. "My family... OZ has my family... my wife, my sons. If -- if I didn't -- they would have killed them --"
He sobbed, his body wracked with anguish, and I felt my own breathing hitch. It was sickening. It was cliché. It was exactly the kind of thing OZ would do. The man was dissembling no longer -- I doubt he was even capable of it at this point.
Heero turned his back on the traitor. He took five steps away, close to the edge of the circle. I saw him draw his gun, turn on one heel, and point it at the kneeling man. The expression on his face held me frozen in place as he pulled the trigger, and the man screamed as his right leg exploded into a mess of blood and broken bone. And again, and again, as Heero emptied four more bullets into him. The gunshots sounded like thunderbolts through the absolute silence of the hangar bay; as the echoes faded, the would-be assassin hit the ground with a quiet thump. He was not dead yet; his body was a mess of shredded tissues and splintered bones, but he was not dead yet. Over the man's agonized whimpers, the soft ::click:: as Heero reloaded his gun was louder than a detonation. And then he spoke again, with the voice of the vengeance of God.
"There can be no excuse and no mercy for a traitor."
His last bullet silenced the man forever.