Post by Gus on Jul 9, 2005 8:59:34 GMT -5
((heh, if yer waitin for teh clone thang to finish, sorry. It only ends after teh tourney. If you wanna know how it ends, ask someone who was originally there. Or, there's a bit of a hint in my Patch RP fanfic))
He walked down the lonely street, whistling a quiet tune. His short blond hair was spiked up slightly at the front. His white trenchcoat flapped in the gentle breeze, and the setting sun glinted off his shoulder guard, illuminating the sign inscribed there; a large X, with smaller letters, L, A, W, and S, all around it.
He was a new recruit in the Zion division. His name was Aaron Menius, and he was to be the first to die.
He didn't see the man, but he heard the shots. He raised his angel ghost to protect him from the mana bullet that would obviously come.
Then he saw the truth.
Real bullets.
They peirced his ghost, going through and eventually pounding a hole in his chest. He looked down at the blood spitting out of him in shock.
***
The tall man looked down at the lifeless body below him. He carefully slipped his gun into the pocket of his blue pants. He rubbed the band around his shoulder. He felt guilty, but this was what he had to do.
Because he was an avenger. Because he was a Marduk.
He walked down the lonely street, whistling a quiet tune. His short blond hair was spiked up slightly at the front. His white trenchcoat flapped in the gentle breeze, and the setting sun glinted off his shoulder guard, illuminating the sign inscribed there; a large X, with smaller letters, L, A, W, and S, all around it.
He was a new recruit in the Zion division. His name was Aaron Menius, and he was to be the first to die.
He didn't see the man, but he heard the shots. He raised his angel ghost to protect him from the mana bullet that would obviously come.
Then he saw the truth.
Real bullets.
They peirced his ghost, going through and eventually pounding a hole in his chest. He looked down at the blood spitting out of him in shock.
***
The tall man looked down at the lifeless body below him. He carefully slipped his gun into the pocket of his blue pants. He rubbed the band around his shoulder. He felt guilty, but this was what he had to do.
Because he was an avenger. Because he was a Marduk.