Here's part 6 of Crimson Sky.  Hope you like this.  Constructive C&C are
welcome.

Shuichi Minamino
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CRIMSON SKY
Part 6 Angel Eyes 

Reshion's whole right side is sore. Normally he would've been able to heal
himself in half an hour but the acid from the bullet and the great amount
of blood loss is slowing him down drastically, this time it has taken him
three hours to regenerate, and now he's dead tired. Reshion gets out of his
car and slams the car door shut. The rear view mirror falls upon the impact
of the slamming car door. Reshion eyes it for a moment before entering the
house, he will just have to fix the car later. He has lied to Ryan earlier
this morning, for he has not stolen the car, the car belongs to his foster
mother. But then of course, it's not an important thing to explain that to
Ryan. He has wanted to keep Ryan away from him and he thinks that what he
has done earlier this morning is working. 

Reshion opens his closet and takes out some clothes and change out of his
bloody attires. He stares at the crimson pile of clothes and debates
whether he should wash them. Washing the blood off the garments is not a
difficult task, but patching up the bullet hole is a bit trickier since the
acid has eaten away some of the material and its chemical reaction with the
air and the blood has altered the color of part of the clothing. He glances
at the clock- five-thirty. His foster parents will return within an hour,
that means he doesn't have the time to fix his clothes. Well, he'll just
have to burn and throw them away then. 

The car isn't so hard to fix either, Reshion manages to get the blood clean
out and replaced the damaged part within forty-five minutes. He parks the
car inside the parking lot and goes back into the apartment to clean
himself up. Steam from the hot water raises up from the sink and onto the
mirror. Reshion dries his hands and grabs a towel to wipe the mirror dry.
He stops in mid-motion as he sees himself in the reflection. He puts down
the towel and run his fingers over the mirror surface. Still the same face
over those years. At least to himself, he has not really changed that much
in outward appearance. Unlike many assassins, who change their appearance
for the purpose of security, Reshion retains his original appearance, for
reasons of his own. Lights gleams in his golden brown hair, while small
droplets of sweat from the heat rolls down from his white pale skin. Then
there are his eyes, those pair of cerulean blue eyes...they have not always
been blue. 

The last time Reshion glances himself like this at a mirror he has broken
the mirror. That happened about three years ago, when he was still at that
place; that was when he was in the process of regaining his power; that was
shortly after they had beaten him for running away. Reshion smiles inwardly
at that fact, for he did escape after all. He has killed everyone at that
lab three months ago. Has it been possible, he would've wanted to save one
person...if that person was still alive then. 

"You have a pair of beautiful angel eyes, they are very nice eyes." He
recalls someone telling him that. The only person during his ten years at
the lab who has ever cared for him. Even when all others call Reshion a
killing machine, the man has treated him like his own child. 

"Why don't you like your eyes? Because of what they say about you?" Reshion
remembers the man's question back then. "I don't see anything wrong with
them. You have one eye like sapphire and the other like gold. No one else
has eyes like that. You have no idea how many people out there would give
almost everything to have your looks." 

"But they say I'm not human," Reshion replied that day. "I guess I'm not
and I don't care." 

"Don't you ever say that," the man scolded. "you are human and you are a
beautiful child. If you really want to know, you look like one of those
angel in those rare paintings." 

"I guess I look like the Angel of Death then," he replied coldly. 

"That's what they want you to become. I don't want you to become like many
others here. It's not worth it. You're worth much more than that. Don't pay
attention to what they say to you." 

"I don't see why anyone should care." 

"I care. Listen to me! I care!" the man said fiercely. "You are not made
for this occupation and so are the many other children who had been brought
here. But I can care less about them. You are different, you still have a
chance. You're stronger than they are. Don't lock yourself away because of
what they did to you." 

"Why...why do you care?" Reshion remembers how surprised he was when that
man told him those words. The words that would mean a lot more than many
words he'll ever hear. 

"I once had a son," the man replied softly. " He would've been your age now
if he hadn't passed away. Don't let them turn you into the cold-hearted
killing machine they want you to become. You are what you are, believe in
yourself." 

"I want to get out of here," he said. "and if you really care as you said,
get me out of this place." 

Now that Reshion thinks about it, he knows that shouldn't have said that,
because that was precisely what the man had tried to do; and he died
trying. Reshion picks up the towel again and finishes wiping the mirror and
wiping the water off the sink. That was the past, there was nothing he can
do about it anymore. They've succeeded in turning him into the killing
machine that he is now. He has let them because he no longer cared after
that man's death. Did he cared about anyone at the lab at all? Reshion
doesn't know. He doesn't even know if he cares about that man who has taken
cared of him. He has locked himself up ever since that day when he turned
seven. Nevertheless, at least he has finally escaped. He is free...for now.
Maybe he should've mourned or cried, but he didn't. Reshion doubts that he
can cry anymore. 

The ringing of the telephone brings Reshion's focus back to the real world.
It has been awhile since he has ever been in deep thoughts like that. He
hates recalling what has happened in the past. He hates every moment of it.
Seems like hate is the only emotion he has left. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey it's me," Ryan says from the other line. "I got your homework, you
want me to bring it over?" 

"That's fine." 

"Well I'll be here in ten minutes. Later then!" 

Reshion hangs up and goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He looks
outside the window at the sky. It seems as if the sky is getting more and
more crimson by the minute. He likes red, it's the color of blood; and
blood always reminds Reshion of the day when he destroyed the lab. That had
been one of the best days in his life, the day in which he had finally
succeeded in turning that horrid place into a world of crimson. 

----------------Crimson Sky: Angel Eyes End (TO BE CONTINUED)----------