Hate
Summary: Eureka, after the events of her 1st battle with Anemone becomes filled with anger and hatred at being humiliated by Anemone when she is captured by the army, and forced to do something degrading and horrible.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eureka Seven.
(A/N:Hi. I need everyone that reads this story to try and picture, during Eurekas dream sequence, the song "Depressed" by Nirvana if you've ever heard it. It'll help the experience.)
It was cold. Intensely cold...as cold as she'd ever felt in her entire life...and those sadistic purple eyes peering at her from across the room were making her feel...if at all possible, worse. She was tied to an army cot, much too small for her, and very uncomfortable...and on top of that...she was fully exposed. Her body had numerous bruises, and cuts due to ill treatment from the man, whose face Eureka had been crying too much to see, had delt her. She was covered in a cold sweat. Her mouth tasted horribly of salt, and there was a foul smelling drop of liquid right under her nose, and there was alot of it down in her nether regions. She could smell herself and it was making her want to throw up, but she was tied down so tightly that if she did...she'd just choke on vomit. She was in a horrible state and with each passing moment she prayed for the girl across the room to kill her. Kill her and end her misery.Eureka no longer had the will to live. She was soiled,violated, and beaten, and the girl across the room did nothing but smirk at her...revelling in her pain. The pink haired girl stood up and walked over to her and peered down at her...her sadistic expression becoming wilder and wilder. "So Eureka...did you like it? Did you enjoy commander Deweys touch?Hmmm?" Anemone reached down and harshly grabbed one of Eurekas exposed breasts and twisted it roughly. "Did you scream for him Eureka?Did you?" Anemone laughed shrilly. "He likes girls who scream...did you know that?" Eurekas body, now shaking violently,jumped when Anemone touched her. Eureka simply looked up at the girl pleadingly to do away with her. She could stand no more torture, but Anemone would not give Eureka that final wish. Anemone spoke again. "I hate you Eureka. Do you know why?Because Dewey gave YOU what rightfully belongs to ME..so...I hate you...and I want you to DIE!" That last word was reiterated with a hard slap to Eureka's face, and after that , a long beating ensued...with Eureka tied to an army cot...beaten, violated, and a hatred so deep brewing inside her that she never even recognized the saviors who came to help her in the end...and then the damaged, pale child woke up, and Eureka realized she hadn't died, but simply woke up into another nightmare.
Eureka sat up slowly, and peered around at her surroudings. She had been in the infirmiry for a full 3 months since that battle...that battle that she had been to weak to win. On the nightstand next to her bed stood three pictures from her children, and a letter from Renton. She was in no mood to read it, and the kids pictures would just go in the trash.Since she'd been rescued everyone on the Gekko began treating her differently. Not a single female on the Gekko had ever entered the infirmary to check on her without a look of undeniable sympathy on her face. The men stayed away,all except Renton who came quite often, even when all Eureka did was yell at him and scream at the children whom she knew were told by Renton to try and remain cheerful even when she became violent. The other day Eureka had hit Renton with her lunch tray when he'd tried to feed her a chicken finger on her plate, and the day before...she spit orange juice in his face when she was eating breakfast. Deep down inside Eureka felt bad about abusing Renton, her children and the females who came to visit her...but her hatred and embarrassment far out wieghed these guilty feelings. Holland had not seen Eureka since she'd been rescued. He had not asked her about any missions, even when Mischa said she was well enough. He hadn't spoke to her once. In three months. Eureka's feelings of hatred only grew. Holland had lost faith in her, or atleast thats what Eureka's mind told her. After awhile Eureka lost all desire to return to her room with the children and she lost her desire to pilot the Nirvash as well. Sympathy, kindess, incouragement, get well cards, letters from Renton. It was a nightmare. Eureka was not getting what she wanted...and her anger intensified because she did not know what she wanted.She couldn't understand why her hand shook when she was angry. She didn't know why she hurt Renton with every word she spoke to him. She didn't know why she felt such reverence due to her childrens false cheerfulness. She didn't know why she wanted so badly to draw blood from another in battle. WHY?!
Eureka shook violently in bed...shedding angry, confused tears of hate as she brought her fingers to her face. She dug her finger nails into her pale skin drawing blood dragging them slowly down her face, screaming as she did so. Why?! Why?! WHY?! Eureka was still screaming when Holland burst into the room pinning her to the bed yelling for Mischa and it didn't stop until Renton came into the room once she'd begun to beat Holland with her fists, begging her stop, and telling her that the children were frightened. But Eureka didn't stop. She was too full of hate to stop, and it was a long while before that hate subsided enough for her to calm down and let Mischa give her some sleeping medicine, which, again, was not what Eureka wanted. It was juat another nightmare.
