Goodbye LJ...
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterThis is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;
Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!
♥
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Re: Spoil of War, book 2
Date: 2006-02-28 01:40 am (UTC)Suddenly, he sat up straight. There was movement under the trees. Yes, there was! He held his breath as the figure flitted in and out of his vision, then released it explosively as he got his first clear view. It was a man -- a soldier! Instinctively he crouched down, flattening himself against the top of the crate where he wouldn’t be seen.
The man drew closer, and Duo blew out an explosive breath as he recognized the man’s uniform. Five lines crossing -- it was the Alliance uniform, not Oz.
Hope flared in his chest, and for a moment he let it run wild. They were coming back -- they were coming home! Soon, oh, soon, the rest of them would be here. Heero would be coming home soon -- it was just a matter of time...
He would wait. When the soldier, battered and exhausted, passed near enough to his perch that he could have called out to the man, he did not. He would wait here, for the rest of the men to arrive. Yes, see, no sooner said than he saw more movement on the path, more movement under the trees.
But as more and more soldiers passed by his perch, Duo began to sense something wrong.
They came alone -- in clumps of twos, maybe threes... why? Why were they not in their units -- where were the officers? And -- a limp here, a crude bandage there, surely that was to be expected -- you didn’t fight battles without casualties -- but, they were all in some way injured.
But... that didn’t mean anything... did it?
He stuck stubbornly to his perch, out of sight, ignoring his uneasiness as the noise of the encampment started to grow again behind him. And still -- no men on horseback, no officers...
No Heero.
Another, larger group was approaching; this one actually looked a little more lively than the others, they were arguing loudly enough that he could hear a few words even from here.
“...all I’m saying, is...”
“...trap, we walked right...”
“Get them. We’ll get them, the bloody...”
“...know who...”
“...find them, by the Gods, we’ll find them and make them pay!” One voice carried above the others. “We’ve been betrayed. Some whoreson stinking pig sold us out to Oz, and we walked right into a trap!”
Duo froze, the splinters digging into the skin of his palms and arms. A trap?
“...near thing, I hear...”