Revenge of the Heart

Disclaimer:  No I don’t
own the characters of Gundam Wing
(unfortunately).  That’s right my favorite guys in the whole world are the
sole property of sunrise and Bandai and some other company I forget the name
of. 

This was originally written
under my old author name of Celestial Vision so please don’t accuse me of
stealing, this is all mine.

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auto;text-align:center\'>Revenge
of the Heart

auto;text-align:center\'>Prologue

           
She stood in the alleyway between two large buildings observing as his sleek
car drove up althe the curb and a door opened.  Her green eyes narrowed as
she watched him emerge from the Jaguar.  Those same eyes glowed bright
with hate as she took in all of his form.  Dark blue suit, expensive dress
shoes, perfectly cut platinum hair, and a smile that seemed to tell the world
“everything’s all right when I’m around.”

           
“Like hell!”  She muttered to herself as she watched him enter the high
rise building that bore the logo of the Winner Corporation.

           
She stared at the enormous structure and laughed in disbelief.  “Some
people…”  she said and shook her head and let it
drop to rest on her chest as she thought about the universally famous class=SpellE>Quatre Reberba Winner. 
Everything he had.  Money.  class=GramE>Security. Power.  Peace of
Mind.  “Not for long”  She said as her head
snapped up and she glared at the building, her eyes willing the Winner logo to
melt at her gaze.  

           
“You’ll get yours Winner!  I swear by all that’s holy you’ll pay for
everything you ever did!  You Bastard!!” 
She hissed.

           
It was an all too familiar vow.  She had probably said it over a million
times in the last five years.  Five years of sheer hell all compliments of
Quatre Reberba
Winner.  Five years of waiting, watching, planning, and tears.  Five
years of her life that in a short while would be behind her.  She smiled
as she thought of her plan.  She had made so many in five years.  class=GramE>Always coming up with one then discarding it as unreasonable or too
risky.  This one was perfect.  Finally after five years of
observing him, hiery ery move, she and everything she had ever loved would be
avenged.

           
“Five years of watching you, you monster!  I’m
glad I waited.”  And she was.  After all those years of simply
standing back and gathering information in so many ways, from noting the way
stocks rose or fell in his company based on his decisions, to paying careful
attention to his mannerisms when he was on the telescreen,
to hacking into his personal files at Winner Corp.  She knew class=SpellE>Quatre inside and out.  In her five years of quiet
stalking she even had the notion that she knew Quatre
better than he knew himself, and she was probably right.  “And now you’re class=SpellE>gonna pay.”  She said.  And
gave one more derisive look at the buiding before she
turned her back on it and walked away.  Her face was set in grim
lines of determination.  There was no turning back now.