We're Just Toys
A/N: Welcome remember I don't own Gundam SEED though I wish I did. This fic centers on Orga, Crot, and Shani a.k.a. The druggies. It's about what it was like for them when they first started on the drugs. If you haven't seen this far in the series I suggest you don't go further because there may be spoilers. I'm doing the appearances in order of assumed age making it Orga, Shani, then Crot.
Chapter One Welcome to Hell
"Welcome to the Earth Force's Russian Base, sir." Said a fat man in an Earth Force Uniform. "We are honored that the leader of Blue Cosmos could visit."
A man in a baby blue suit walked by. "Yes, I'm sure you are." He sneered. "I only came because you said you had a boy that would fit are needs."
"Yes, his name is Orga he fits the description of your needs perfectly," he sighed making himself look even fatter. "All except his attitude." He grunted.
"Ah well we can fix that." The fashion less (A/N: I just had to mention that) man smirked evilly.
"I'm sure you can." he muttered as he led them to the guarded prison for people who committed the worst crimes against the earth forces. Among them were mostly ZAFT assassins and mercenaries who looked like they'd rip you head off given the chance. In a small corner cell however there was a young boy who looked no older then 10 who was reading totally oblivious to the murderers around him. "That's him." The officer told the higher ranked official.
As the man scanned the boy looking to see if he fit the specifications. "Yes," he nodded.
"He'll be perfect." The two security officers nodded as they opened the cell door. The boy just glared, with a look on his face that said, "Go to Hell." As one of the guards grabbed his wrists he struggled to break their grip but it was too late. He was caught once again. "Come boy." he said dragged the young boy named Orga out like a dog.
Once on the ship taking him to the lab where he was to begin his 'training' he was given food. "Come on brat don't you want to eat it, it's a lot better than that prison food I tell you." Said Orga's captor. Orga didn't trust the food but his stomach told him otherwise. After he took his first few bites he became dizzy knowing that as he thought he was poisoned. The last thing he could make out before drifting out of consciousness was his captor's voice saying…
"Welcome to Hell."