Why? That's what I want to know before I wrap him up with barbed wire and slowly squeeze the life out of him. I've done terrible things in my life but nothing could top this. He stole the one thing that meant the world to me! I will have my revenge. We found him, the others pilots and I. At first we didn't think he was dead, there was so much blood...he was literally coated in it and it had dried to his skin and once radiant hair. It stuck to the wire around his body... The wire...someone had wrapped barbed wire around his wrists and ankles. I suspected he had been tied to a bed, and with that thought I could fathom what he had gone through in his last lonely moments of life. There was barbed wire wrapped tightly around his neck, an indentation where someone had strangled him and where his throat had collapsed was evident. Some sick bastard had wrapped him with it, probably for sexual pleasure. I held him, his body I mean. I knew that he was dead, there was just so much blood for him not to be. I hugged him to my chest and cried. I didn't care who heard or saw me. I could only imagine what he had gone through. If only I could have protected him then he'd be hugging me back. But no, he lay limp in my arms with his eyes wide and unseeing. That's when I noticed it. In his left hand, he clutched a bloody rose... Roses are red Violets are blue I knew exactly which twisted bastard I would kill. And the notion of /him/, he who seemed...sane, surprised me. But nonetheless, Treize Khushrenada was to die. I would make him suffer for his crime. For my angel, I would stop this war. The others agreed and we formed a plan of attack. They were as repulsed as I was about what Treize had done to our friend. I could see the pain they wanted to inflict in their eyes. Wufei would fight for justice and honor, which Treize apparently had none. Trowa would fight for a promise of peace...something Quatre had wanted. I would fight for his memory and love, for that was all I had left. We noticed that we were in the presence of Death. Shinigami stood near me, seething with darkness. He would fight for the taken souls, much like our friend. His eyes promised death. And someone /would/ die. You killed my love Now I'm going to kill you We found him. He was laughing. His chamber smelt of blood, the blood of an innocent, my innocent. The bed still soaked in dark crimson, marking this man a murderer. He wanted to know what took us so long. I told him that we had to mourn the death of pilot 04 before we would let ourselves seek vengeance. So kill me. He had said already knowing that we would end his miserable life. And to this day, I believe that's what he had wanted. I would grant him his wish, in time. You touched him, I had growled, pinning him with a glare of pure hatred. So I did, he had so smugly replied. He sat in the middle of the bed, legs crossed. I corrupted his soul and stole his innocence, which alone is worth your wrath. He had smiled, and I suppose to a normal person it would have been charming. But to me I could only see the evil that this man truly was. I wasn't one to believe in God but I was surely staring at the devil. His last moments were in our hands and he knew it. I find myself wondering sometimes, that perhaps he figured we'd feel guilty with his death. That really he had won for we could not live our lives peacefully with his death weighing on our conscious. Baka. My world grows dark As I cry his name I have never slept better in my life. He died so young In your painful game You will pay for what you did to Quatre! I had shouted at him, my emotions surfacing and beginning to drown me. I kept picturing my love's face. Emotionless eyes staring out of an empty shell where once they thrived on life and love. The blood that flowed through his veins coating his pale face, staining his hair red. I even remember the way it had coated his eyelashes. I would never again be able to hear his laugh, to hear him cry. His smile had burned itself in my memory along with the warmth of his hand in mine. I looked at his murderer and decided his fate. So what are you going to do to me? He asked. I'm going to kill you. I replied. My life is gone It left with him Trowa and Wufei tied his arms to the bedposts with barbed wire. I could see the marks scratched into the white wood from a victim before; probably Quatre's struggling. Wufei mumbled something about honor and Treize laughed, grabbing my attention. Honor? He questioned as Duo tied both his feet to the last two bedposts. You question me about honor when there is four of you and one of me? That's hardly honorable. He was right of course, but I had my reasons. If I were to touch him, his death would come quick. You speak as if you know honor well. I had said. But you didn't use it. You killed him while he was helpless. He grinned, The blood tastes better when there's fear mixed with it. His answer sickened me and I could not take anymore. They will not hurt you, that's my pleasure and mine alone. There is no honor in what you've done, before I kill you I want to know why. He began to laugh. I'll kill the evil I promise I'll win Why? He repeated. You want to know why? Because he was weak, that's why. Because he was scared and that made him beautiful. He was a thing of beauty the seconds before he died and I was able to steal his last breath in a kiss. He wasn't weak! Duo argued. You tied him and then hurt him that doesn't make him weak. I had to agree but I let Duo speak. He said, The only weak one is you for taking advantage of him when he couldn't fight back. The man before us would not stop laughing, he knew he was facing death and yet he would not stop. He wasn't afraid; his eyes showed nothing but great joy at the situation. He was surely insane. I would not use my gun; it would cause instant death if I aimed just right. And if I was off somewhat his body would grow numb and he would no longer be able to feel it. No, I wanted him to suffer just as much. Duo handed me his dagger and I stood beside our capture. I don't say anything but I slice his wrists. I deliberately miss the main veins and arteries, slowing the pace. I am lost in my anger and I don't notice how much I've cut him, until finally Trowa stops me. The violets are dead And the roses are bloody I look down at the man I used to respect. Sure, he had been an enemy, but he had been worthy. At least that's what I had thought. Now I watch, transfixed as he struggles to breathe and for some unknown reason I feel that this is what /he/ went through. I realize that I have stabbed him, most likely in the lung for his breathing is noisy. Is this what you think is justice? He swallows. Is this what you think is right? Will this make you happy? I listen to his questions and I know the truth in my heart. No, I confess, but it's a start. Now you have to Watch out for me I ask him why again but this time he does not laugh, he can't for he cannot breathe. Answer me! I insist and he finally agrees. I craved his blood. He replied. It isn't the answer I was looking for but it would have to do. The four of us watch as the bed is soaked with fresh blood and I don't realize I'm crying until Duo wipes away one of my tears. I look at it funny, as if I had never seen one before. I don't know why I was crying, I had did what I had planned to do. You miss him. Trowa said gently, as if reading my confused mind. I nodded slowly and then turned back to the dying man. It was almost time. I wasn't going to let him suffer to the very end. That's probably what he had done to...him. I didn't want to sink that low. I will punish you For every drop he bled I know that he's about to go and just for a second I hesitate, wanting him to suffer just like his victim, perhaps victims. This possibly couldn't be the first time he had done it. I shake from that feeling and pull out my gun. Goodbye Treize. I said and squeezed the trigger. Now that the war was over and my soul had died there was no point in my living on. You're dead too A shot in the head This is the end of the Perfect Soldier. Now we can both rest in peace. ~Owari~ |
| Poem copyrighted (except the first 2 lines) to Dark Wing. |
