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Under My Control

There are black towers stretching up everywhere. The people are walking, with no place to go. They are all drones; with blood stuffed down their throats.

There is turbulence, nothing but refined metal, and shadow.

I am a by-product of this tyrannical junction world. I am nothing but a tool of the industry. The drones don't know because knowledge would corrupt this false paradise. I don't want it to fall.

But you know, if they knew...that when you tear open the sky you'll see the diamond sky then my skull will collapse in on itself.

It's always been this way you know, this vague way of describing my world, but I think the less you know about this repugnant paradise then the more room there is for you to fill in the blanks, with your own horrors.

You have to kill your own demons first; you can't just let them keep on living. Eventually, you're going to have to tear out the spines of your enemies. The only way to live in this world is for you to become a monster.

"Take this gun," He said to me. His hands were dark and covered in filth. His palms were sweaty and his mouth was dry. I knew that this man was one of the chosen.

I took the gun without question, but as if he knew of my hesitance, he said to me, "You'll need it for when you break out of your seclusion world"

And then he walked away, back through the twisted sea of metal, he staggerd towards the spires of machinery, and the next time I saw him he was dead.

PART ONE START

*A Machine under the Earth.*

I was running, breath hot on my lips. My lungs ached and my feet slammed hard against the floor as I ran furiously. I had only one thing on my mind - escape.

You know...it's been ages since I've seen the sky. I can't even remember what it looks like. It's true. I've been locked in this facility for so long...I can't even remember what the sun looks like. I turned another corner down the long, gray halls that stretched out endlessly before me. I passed many gray doors as I ran, all of them were labeled. I was looking for the exit door, I knew it was out there somewhere and I was determined to reach it. I could hear footsteps and shouting gathering behind me. They were chasing after me. I wondered if they would kill me this time. I had been trying to escape this facility for months now. Every time I managed to get away from the doctors, they always ended up catching me before I could reach the exit. I'm surprised they didn't just put me down since I must have been way more trouble than I'm worth. A turn, down another hall. My body is beginning to tire and the voice of my pursuers is growing ever louder behind me. Even though it looks like hope is running out, I'm not gonna give up, I've gone too far to just give up now.

It was then that I saw it; I almost couldn't believe what my eyes were showing me at first. But it was real. I could see the exit door at the end of the hall. I urged my weary body to move faster, at least for this very last stretch; my lungs were burning at this point and my legs weighed heavily as I dashed forward.

[I'm almost there!]

I was filled with delight. I had accomplished my goal, I had almost reached the end, I could finally escape and be free the exit door was nearly a few yards before me; I could almost feel the wind on my skin.

[I'm going to see the sky again!]

...I was so caught up in my drive for escape that I didn't even see the soldier step in front of the exit door before it was too late. They grabbed me and as they tore me away from my freedom. As the exit door became nothing more than a miniscule speck in the darkness I realized I would never see the sky again. Arguru...

Chapter 1.

Never see the sun again.

I just need a starting line...

A blast of fresh, salty, sea-air blew into my face as I opened the door; and I loved it. I was on a ship at sea, a military earth forces ship to be specific but that's not important right now. I was just happy to see the sky. Back in those days, in the facility, I never thought I'd see the sky now do I realize how idiotic that kind of thinking was. I mean, they were bound to let me out eventually...I just had to wait.

I began to walk on the side-deck of the ship, my sketch book held securley in my arms. The real reason I came out here was to find something to draw, but there isn't really anything floating out in the middle of the ocean that's worth drawing; just wide open sea in all four directions. I could possibly try drawing one of the many other battle ships accompanying us but I was never good at drawing vehicles.

Then I saw something in my path. There was a boy sitting on a lawn chair in the middle of my way. He was absorbed in his book, as usual, and sat basking in the warm sun that was shining down on the deck.

I walked up to him and he ignored me, pretending I wasn't there.

"Whatcha doin' Orga?" I asked him.

He side glanced me before returning his gaze to his book, "What's it look like? I'm reading."

"Oh!" I said completely ignoring his predictable reaction and sat down on his chair, in a place where there was just enough room.

We sat there in silence for a bit, neither one of us saying anything. I think Orga was continuing to read, or maybe he was waiting for me to start up a conversation. However, I was too caught up in the wonderful weather to think about talking. Orga had the right idea, coming out here to sit. The sun was shining from just the right point to be hitting the entire side-deck of the ship; it was warming my entire body, it felt especially nice on my deep black hair which flowed out behind me.

"So...where are Shani and Clotho?" Orga asked eventually. I figured it was only a matter of time before he thought of something to bring up.

"Ahh, I dunno. Sitting inside the ship some place, they're stupid though, they should be out here enjoying the weather" I said carelessly, casting my gaze out to the sea, which was unfortunately being blocked by a big burly E.A. ship travelling beside us.

Orga responded with a soft chuckle.

"It's nice being out here though..." I went on, my voice sounded soft and distant. I was beginning to zone out. Happens to me sometimes, it happens to everyone really.

"Looking for something to draw?" He asked, eyeing the sketch pad which was lying across my lap.

"Oh. Yeah," I gave a small laugh, "There's not really much to draw out here anyway though..."

He smirked, "You can sit out here if you want to then." He leant back in his chair and continued to read on. In all honesty I have no clue how many times he's read that book.

So then...after that, we continued to sit there in silence and watched the waves roll by. I knew it would only be a matter of time before we reached our destination. I knew I only had a limited amount of leisure time until I would be sent out to battle. Not long now at all.

Because that's what I was, after all. I was just a tool used for fighting. As long as victory is the final result, then why not do whatever it takes to reach that result, even if it means taking an ordinary person and turning them into a living weapon.

I can remember those days well, even though now it doesn't seem like I had very many of them, days when I was just an ordinary girl living and ordinary life. I miss those days because I know I'll never get to see them again. After all, when this war is over (if I survive that is) I'll just be scrapped along with my mobile suit. I am supposed to be one with my machine after all. I have no future.

I'm caught up in this massive war, between two great factions. The opposing side is a genetically enhanced group of people known as 'Coordinators'. They're supposed to be all intelligent and over-exceeding beings. They are, in short, superior humans. They live up in space in these giant hour-glass shaped things called P.L.A.N.T.S. I don't know too much about how those things work, or how they manage to live in them. I've never actually seen the inside of a P.L.A.N.T, it's apparently awesome though. So this side of the war formed an army known as Z.A.F.T., which stands for Zodiac Alliance of Freedom, or something like that. I don't really care enough to know what it stands for.

And then there's the side that I'm fighting for, the Earth Alliance Forces or O.M.N.I.

Our side wants to wipe out all Coordinators because they are genetic freaks and we are unable to co-exist with them; or some stupid reason like that. This whole war started when a nuke was fired into one of the P.L.A.N.T.S and killed thousands upon thousands of people. It's been non-stop fighting ever since.

I'm not really one to take sides. I don't really give two shits for this war one way or the other. But I think things would be so much simpler if we could all just forget the past, throw away our differences and get along. That sounds really fruity, doesn't it? But maybe if both sides had given up fighting in the end...then I wouldn't have turned out this way. I wouldn't have become a human machine.

Well that's enough of the back story for you. Time to get back to the present. After a little while, we were close to reaching our destination; Orb. Orb is a neutral nation of earth that the Earth Alliance has decided to invade because Orb won't choose sides. Our side is really just invading their country so we can get their Mass Driver and send more troops up into space.

They had us shut in some little room because they wanted us all in one place since the fighting was gonna start soon. Orga, Shani and Clotho were there doing their little trademark activates. Clotho, with his loud and annoying game, Shani; sleeping, with his loud and annoying music, and Orga with his book.

I was drawing. I feel like I'm in a whole other world when I get caught up in drawing a picture, especially if it looks nice. It helps me get all of my emotions out, all of my pent up anxiety and hatred. I'm good with drawing people, specifically eyes. I can get into real detail and my sketches have a dark edge to them that I really like. I was drawing a girl. She had long bangs that stopped above her nose, but covered her eyes completely. She had thick, full lips and her cheeks were spotted with freckles. She was staring at her hand which started as human flesh but broke out into the arm of a machine. It looked awesome and really represents how I feel about being a living weapon. It's not a nice feeling let me tell you.

Shani gave a sudden grunt in his sleep which was ignored by the other two, but I was feeling bored so I decided to annoy him. I was getting writer's cramp too, from drawing that picture for so long. So, I got up, set my sketch book on the table and walked over to where Shani was sleeping like a sloth on the only couch in the room. That's right guys; I had been sitting on the floor drawing my machine-hand girl picture. Since Clotho had to be a dick and steal the only free chair.

"Leave him alone," Orga grunted as I approached Shani. Orga knew full-well that I was going to do something annoying and unnecessary to this sleeping boy.

I totally ignored what Orga had said to me and I leant over Shani's face. I thought about giving him a wet-willie or something but that wouldn't work considering his earphones and all. So I took my thumb and my index finger and plugged his nose shut.

All was quiet for a few seconds, Orga and Clotho were looking at me like I was retarded but I really wanted to sit on the couch that Shani was so rudely hogging. Like the hog monster that he is.

Shani gave a cough and a snort and I immediately pulled my hand away, hoping that he would wake up but he just continued on snoozing.

"Just leave him alone already, he's gonna be really pissed off if you wake him up right now," Orga grumbled, staring at me disapprovingly. I just side glance him with a look that said 'Not gonna happen'. Clotho just watched passively, he didn't really care what I did to Shani if the results of which didn't backfire on him in any way and since they weren't in this scenario he just sat and watched.

"Wake up you lazy-ass," I whispered jabbing his cheek with my finger.

He twitched slightly and I poked him again thinking {wake up! wake up! I want to sit on the couch! Wake up!}

Suddenly a bitter frown appeared on Shani's lips, as if he had just tasted a sickening food. He reached up, lifted up one corner of his eye mask up, glared at me and said, "Piss off," In a dark and mumbling voice.

"Wake up, I want to sit there," Was the only response I gave him.

He covered his eye again and turned over. I frowned in disbelief and then I jumped on him.

He got pissed off and started to freak out and we got into a small scuffle that Orga had to break up. But in the end, I got to sit on the couch. Oh yes, it was a glorious day.

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