I unfortunately don't own the G-boys...I just like to take them out and play
with them every now and then, I promise I'll put them back.....and don't
sue...I have no money...
Living in the Shadows Chapter 1 by: ZmajGoddess
As long as I can remember, I have dwelled in darkness; all through my young life, and even now in my teens. I am surrounded by blood, death, and darkness. Through it all, she has been there; never allowing me to be alone, giving me the will and the strength to survive in the harsh lands of the L2 colony. I met her years ago, even before I had met Solo, I just didn't realize it was her. Have you ever wondered what inhabits that deep dark place that everyone holds in there heart, that place where all of your pain and sorrow, all of you anger and hate? I never did, I never had any need. When Solo died of the plague, I retreated into my self; wallowing in my pain and anger. Solo had been the only family I had, how could God take him from me? I was only six, how could God submit me to that sort of anguish at such a young age? I sank into that darkness that was in my soul, and I found a light. It wasn't a bright white light, more like what one would imagine black fire would cast. I was in so much pain that I didn't notice the cool arms wrapping around me, or that the darkness was not longer as lonely.
Shhhhhhhhhh a voice had whispered in my ear, it was then that I realized I wasn't alone. Everything will be alright, dear heart. Call me crazy, but I had believed that voice; I believed that sweet dark voice when it said that everything would be alright in the end; and I still do. As the weeks progressed, I came to the conclusion that I really didn't have anything to live for; other then my dark angel. So I began to take more risks, going after a far grander prize. In the end, I went for the biggest and most dangerous prize a street-rat like myself could go for-the Alliance food storage areas. I nearly made it too, but one of the younger kids who had followed me in, ended up tripping over something and the soldiers found us. Luckily we weren't killed; we were sent to live at a church with a man named Father Maxwell. That man, along with his assistant, Sister Helen, became my new family. For a brief time, I was happy. But, as all good things, it didn't last. Death always finds me. A bunch of people, Alliance soldiers and L2 rebels began fighting right near the Maxwell Church. The rebels were demanding that Father Maxwell allow them to use his church as their base of operations. I can still see the big burly man hit Sister Helen to get Father Maxwell to agree with his demands. I still remember that I ran out to protect Sister Helen. I also got hit, to make a point. That sure did make my angel mad. I heard the men talking about mobile suits. "If I get you a mobile suit, will you go away and never come back?!" I had yelled. The men had grinned at me, "Sure kid, you get a mobile suit and well leave." I could tell they were laughing at me. I wasn't surprised, grown ups had always laughed at me; never believing me. I remember that Sister Helen had tried to stop me. She didn't believe that I could do it either. It didn't matter what they thought, what any of them thought. I knew I could do it; I could steal a mobile suit. After all, I had my dark angel with me, as long as she was with me, I could do damn near anything. I had snuck onto the Alliance base at night; I climbed up into one of the mobile suits that were standing in the hanger. Then, with the ease of years of being on the lifting lane; I hot wired the mobile suit. It was amazingly easy to get the machine running; it wasn't as easy to get it moving. I managed though; and to the surprise of the soldiers, one of their mobile suits walked out of the base. I was able to get the suit all the way to the Maxwell house, despite the fact that I had Alliance soldier on my tale most of the time. When I got there, however....it was a sight that I shall remember for the rest of my life. Shinigami had found me once again. Maxwell Church was in ruins. It seems like the Alliance military had finally attacked the rebels at their headquarters. As I walked among the ruins of the church, I couldn't help but think that the curse had struck again. Movement to the right caught my eye; Sister Helen was partially buried under a piece of the wall. I had rushed to her side, my angel had lent me strength to lift the wall off of Sister Helen; but I was too late the damage had been done. I have been in the company of death long enough, to know when someone is dieing; Sister Helen was most certainly dieing. I could tell by her ragged breathing that she had a punctured lung, and there was no doctor for miles. I had knelt by Sister Helen, holding her on my lap, as she bid me a soft good bye, wishing for me to lead a happy life. I don't know how long I knelt there, with Sister Helen's limp body clutched to my chest. All I remember thinking was that everyone I had ever loved had died. My parents had died, Solo had died, and now Father Maxwell and Sister Helen were gone. I was cursed. It was then that I had felt her presence. Don't ask me how I knew it was her, my dark angel, because I don't know. I remember gently laying Sister Helen's body down, biding her a final farewell, then turning to the creature I had felt behind me. To call her human, would be a lie, and while I may run, and I may hide, I never tell a lie. To call her beautiful would be an understatement. The creature standing in front of me appeared to be human, except her skin was darker, not any color I have ever seen on a human, sort of a dark bluish purple color. Her hair was black that glowed red when the light hit it, her hair fell down to her waist; just like mine. She was tall, she's taller then I am now, so I'm not sure how tall she was then...but her body was lithe, muscular, there wasn't an ounce of extra fat on her. Each long elegant finger tapered down into a razor-sharp claw. She stood on her toes, like a cat, and each toe ended in sharp claws. Her face was human looking, she had a normal mouth, nose, normal eyes; except that the eyes were a bright golden-yellow with silted pupils and when she smiled you could see a couple fangs. And her ears were a bit pointed... Not to mention she had a long thick tail and huge dark bat wings.... I knew then, that I was looking at a demon, and should have run screaming from it. But this was the being who had been there for me when no one else was, had helped me when no one else would. Forgive me Father Maxwell, but there in the ruins of Maxwell church, I had run into the arms of that demon and cried for all the things I had lost, and all the things I was about to do. I was only six, but I knew the taste of hate, and I knew the value of anger; it was both these emotions that consumed me on that day. I wanted revenge for the murder of my family; I wanted blood for the blood that they had spilled.
Are you sure that is what you wish for child? The demon had asked me. Yes, that was what I wanted. If that is what you want, then I will help you achieve it.
I walked away from Maxwell Church, a demon at my side. What will you call your self now? The demon had asked. I had paused, turning back to the church. Long ago, when I had first met Solo, I had taken the name Duo. I would be Duo to his Solo. Now, as I looked back at the ruins of the church, I took another name. "Maxwell." I said, to the demon that had shrunk and now sat on my shoulder. "My name is Duo Maxwell, and I am Shinigami."
~*~ Review please.....let me know what you like and what you didn't....all comments welcome...however flames will be laughed at so I wouldn't even bother....
Living in the Shadows Chapter 1 by: ZmajGoddess
As long as I can remember, I have dwelled in darkness; all through my young life, and even now in my teens. I am surrounded by blood, death, and darkness. Through it all, she has been there; never allowing me to be alone, giving me the will and the strength to survive in the harsh lands of the L2 colony. I met her years ago, even before I had met Solo, I just didn't realize it was her. Have you ever wondered what inhabits that deep dark place that everyone holds in there heart, that place where all of your pain and sorrow, all of you anger and hate? I never did, I never had any need. When Solo died of the plague, I retreated into my self; wallowing in my pain and anger. Solo had been the only family I had, how could God take him from me? I was only six, how could God submit me to that sort of anguish at such a young age? I sank into that darkness that was in my soul, and I found a light. It wasn't a bright white light, more like what one would imagine black fire would cast. I was in so much pain that I didn't notice the cool arms wrapping around me, or that the darkness was not longer as lonely.
Shhhhhhhhhh a voice had whispered in my ear, it was then that I realized I wasn't alone. Everything will be alright, dear heart. Call me crazy, but I had believed that voice; I believed that sweet dark voice when it said that everything would be alright in the end; and I still do. As the weeks progressed, I came to the conclusion that I really didn't have anything to live for; other then my dark angel. So I began to take more risks, going after a far grander prize. In the end, I went for the biggest and most dangerous prize a street-rat like myself could go for-the Alliance food storage areas. I nearly made it too, but one of the younger kids who had followed me in, ended up tripping over something and the soldiers found us. Luckily we weren't killed; we were sent to live at a church with a man named Father Maxwell. That man, along with his assistant, Sister Helen, became my new family. For a brief time, I was happy. But, as all good things, it didn't last. Death always finds me. A bunch of people, Alliance soldiers and L2 rebels began fighting right near the Maxwell Church. The rebels were demanding that Father Maxwell allow them to use his church as their base of operations. I can still see the big burly man hit Sister Helen to get Father Maxwell to agree with his demands. I still remember that I ran out to protect Sister Helen. I also got hit, to make a point. That sure did make my angel mad. I heard the men talking about mobile suits. "If I get you a mobile suit, will you go away and never come back?!" I had yelled. The men had grinned at me, "Sure kid, you get a mobile suit and well leave." I could tell they were laughing at me. I wasn't surprised, grown ups had always laughed at me; never believing me. I remember that Sister Helen had tried to stop me. She didn't believe that I could do it either. It didn't matter what they thought, what any of them thought. I knew I could do it; I could steal a mobile suit. After all, I had my dark angel with me, as long as she was with me, I could do damn near anything. I had snuck onto the Alliance base at night; I climbed up into one of the mobile suits that were standing in the hanger. Then, with the ease of years of being on the lifting lane; I hot wired the mobile suit. It was amazingly easy to get the machine running; it wasn't as easy to get it moving. I managed though; and to the surprise of the soldiers, one of their mobile suits walked out of the base. I was able to get the suit all the way to the Maxwell house, despite the fact that I had Alliance soldier on my tale most of the time. When I got there, however....it was a sight that I shall remember for the rest of my life. Shinigami had found me once again. Maxwell Church was in ruins. It seems like the Alliance military had finally attacked the rebels at their headquarters. As I walked among the ruins of the church, I couldn't help but think that the curse had struck again. Movement to the right caught my eye; Sister Helen was partially buried under a piece of the wall. I had rushed to her side, my angel had lent me strength to lift the wall off of Sister Helen; but I was too late the damage had been done. I have been in the company of death long enough, to know when someone is dieing; Sister Helen was most certainly dieing. I could tell by her ragged breathing that she had a punctured lung, and there was no doctor for miles. I had knelt by Sister Helen, holding her on my lap, as she bid me a soft good bye, wishing for me to lead a happy life. I don't know how long I knelt there, with Sister Helen's limp body clutched to my chest. All I remember thinking was that everyone I had ever loved had died. My parents had died, Solo had died, and now Father Maxwell and Sister Helen were gone. I was cursed. It was then that I had felt her presence. Don't ask me how I knew it was her, my dark angel, because I don't know. I remember gently laying Sister Helen's body down, biding her a final farewell, then turning to the creature I had felt behind me. To call her human, would be a lie, and while I may run, and I may hide, I never tell a lie. To call her beautiful would be an understatement. The creature standing in front of me appeared to be human, except her skin was darker, not any color I have ever seen on a human, sort of a dark bluish purple color. Her hair was black that glowed red when the light hit it, her hair fell down to her waist; just like mine. She was tall, she's taller then I am now, so I'm not sure how tall she was then...but her body was lithe, muscular, there wasn't an ounce of extra fat on her. Each long elegant finger tapered down into a razor-sharp claw. She stood on her toes, like a cat, and each toe ended in sharp claws. Her face was human looking, she had a normal mouth, nose, normal eyes; except that the eyes were a bright golden-yellow with silted pupils and when she smiled you could see a couple fangs. And her ears were a bit pointed... Not to mention she had a long thick tail and huge dark bat wings.... I knew then, that I was looking at a demon, and should have run screaming from it. But this was the being who had been there for me when no one else was, had helped me when no one else would. Forgive me Father Maxwell, but there in the ruins of Maxwell church, I had run into the arms of that demon and cried for all the things I had lost, and all the things I was about to do. I was only six, but I knew the taste of hate, and I knew the value of anger; it was both these emotions that consumed me on that day. I wanted revenge for the murder of my family; I wanted blood for the blood that they had spilled.
Are you sure that is what you wish for child? The demon had asked me. Yes, that was what I wanted. If that is what you want, then I will help you achieve it.
I walked away from Maxwell Church, a demon at my side. What will you call your self now? The demon had asked. I had paused, turning back to the church. Long ago, when I had first met Solo, I had taken the name Duo. I would be Duo to his Solo. Now, as I looked back at the ruins of the church, I took another name. "Maxwell." I said, to the demon that had shrunk and now sat on my shoulder. "My name is Duo Maxwell, and I am Shinigami."
~*~ Review please.....let me know what you like and what you didn't....all comments welcome...however flames will be laughed at so I wouldn't even bother....