Agent

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing

A/N: This was actually an English assignment of mine, I had to come up with a … poem… with the word "Gun" so what better story with that word than a story that has Heero in it? MUAHAHAHA-cough … enjoy!

The sound of it rang in my ears.

I felt the hot metal graze my side.

I whirled around and saw the source.

I gasped and gawked at the men holding the guns.

Crazed grins etched their features.

I could smell the blood that dripped from my wound.

It made me want to gag in disgust.

I had to grasp the idea I was being shot at; lest it be too late.

I sprung up and shot out of the room.

Bodies were all around and I could smell the gore and impending doom.

I gaped at the gruesome scene and ran for my life.

I wasn't keen on seeing my grave quite yet.

I knew I could take them down.

Yet I did not want to take the chance.

My mission was my top priority.

I can not fail, I will not fail!

Dying would be a failure and that would not do.

I skid across the hall; Grinding my shoulder against the granite wall.

I gripped the window and twirled in the air.

I shattered the glass and grabbed the outer ladder.

I slid down the bars and bounded for the base.

All I had to do now was get back up.

I knew I would eventually have to go back in again.

Next time I would not make the mistake of forgetting my gun…

A/N: I know it's short lol Please R&R!