Raging Rain
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Gundam Wing/AC › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,305
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2
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Part 4
Raging Rain 4
By Markanovanlink
Rated R (Yaoi, POV, Bad Words, Violence and Suspense)
Pairings 3x4
Plot (Trowa has something to tell Quatre, but will it get them killed.)
This chapter is dedicated to BigSister2, LastxExile, Weissangel24, Kami-Crimson, MousyCoon, Rogue_Robin, Debs-dragon, Zodiac, France Gamble, The Wraith of Saganami and Terra.
WARNING: This is a teaser chapter! So it is very short! Very Very short…Please don’t throw stuff at me. I had to make this part short because it was the original beginning of the chapter but didn’t quite fit and needed to be separated. I promise to update next week. Please forgive me.
Thanks for the support and encouragement.
Read, Relax and Review.
Looking down the barrel of a semiautomatic glock pistol isn’t how I envisioned my death. I always thought I would go down in a blaze of glory in my beloved Sandrock with the vibrations of the hand controls being my last sensation. I just wasn’t prepared to die like this; not by a pervert anyway.
The moment he pulled the trigger, I closed my eyes and flung myself to the ground. Damn, I think I injured my shoulder with that move. Mud clung to the side of my face as I fought to remain conscious. Great, this is just great. If it wasn’t for Trowa, I wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. Damn him!
I groan in pain as my mind started to run a diagnostics check and damage report. Swollen jaw, busted lip, bruised rips, dislocated shoulder, exhaustion, overexertion, risk of pneumonia and the absence of a gunshot wound.
Due to my delayed reactions I was sure I would be hit or at the least grazed. Noting the silence of the gun and the absence of rain, I opened my eyes to an angry old trucker frantically squeezing the trigger. I forgot Trowa took the magazine out.
I slowly sat up and smirked at the older man. “There’s no ammo in that gun.”
His voice was furious as he responded to me. “You shut the fuck up! The trigger is just stuck.” I’m not sure if I should be amused or not, but he started to look down the opening of the gun while he hit the side of it. What idiot hit’s a gun while looking down its barrel? Who really intentionally looks down a gun’s muzzle? Clearly, Bob wasn’t the smartest in his family.
I had worse concerns then his idiocy. My body felt spent and I had no energy to get up and run away. I started feeling dizzy and sleepy. Trying not to pass out was my main focus right now. I couldn’t let my physical fatigue get me killed. I have to move. I need to move.
“Shit, I think its ja…” a pain of anguish shot through me as Bob’s body fell back into the mud. Darkness overcame my senses as I started to pass out. The only thing on my mind was the fact that there was still a round left in the chamber.
By Markanovanlink
Rated R (Yaoi, POV, Bad Words, Violence and Suspense)
Pairings 3x4
Plot (Trowa has something to tell Quatre, but will it get them killed.)
This chapter is dedicated to BigSister2, LastxExile, Weissangel24, Kami-Crimson, MousyCoon, Rogue_Robin, Debs-dragon, Zodiac, France Gamble, The Wraith of Saganami and Terra.
WARNING: This is a teaser chapter! So it is very short! Very Very short…Please don’t throw stuff at me. I had to make this part short because it was the original beginning of the chapter but didn’t quite fit and needed to be separated. I promise to update next week. Please forgive me.
Thanks for the support and encouragement.
Read, Relax and Review.
Looking down the barrel of a semiautomatic glock pistol isn’t how I envisioned my death. I always thought I would go down in a blaze of glory in my beloved Sandrock with the vibrations of the hand controls being my last sensation. I just wasn’t prepared to die like this; not by a pervert anyway.
The moment he pulled the trigger, I closed my eyes and flung myself to the ground. Damn, I think I injured my shoulder with that move. Mud clung to the side of my face as I fought to remain conscious. Great, this is just great. If it wasn’t for Trowa, I wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. Damn him!
I groan in pain as my mind started to run a diagnostics check and damage report. Swollen jaw, busted lip, bruised rips, dislocated shoulder, exhaustion, overexertion, risk of pneumonia and the absence of a gunshot wound.
Due to my delayed reactions I was sure I would be hit or at the least grazed. Noting the silence of the gun and the absence of rain, I opened my eyes to an angry old trucker frantically squeezing the trigger. I forgot Trowa took the magazine out.
I slowly sat up and smirked at the older man. “There’s no ammo in that gun.”
His voice was furious as he responded to me. “You shut the fuck up! The trigger is just stuck.” I’m not sure if I should be amused or not, but he started to look down the opening of the gun while he hit the side of it. What idiot hit’s a gun while looking down its barrel? Who really intentionally looks down a gun’s muzzle? Clearly, Bob wasn’t the smartest in his family.
I had worse concerns then his idiocy. My body felt spent and I had no energy to get up and run away. I started feeling dizzy and sleepy. Trying not to pass out was my main focus right now. I couldn’t let my physical fatigue get me killed. I have to move. I need to move.
“Shit, I think its ja…” a pain of anguish shot through me as Bob’s body fell back into the mud. Darkness overcame my senses as I started to pass out. The only thing on my mind was the fact that there was still a round left in the chamber.