Disclaimer : I Own Heero !!! YES YES YES!!! What?? I dont??? Do action
figures count?? (I do not own Gundam WIng or any of their
characters.................thats very very depressing.)
**This is an AU fic! (Alternate Universe). FF.net didnt have the right category, so I stuck it in here. The colony L-19 (mentioned in fic) has nothing to do with the Colonies on the series :Þ **
PS: ALL Organization Suits look like Trowa's OZ Uniform~!~
( PROLOG : )
At last peace reigns in the heart of man. At last war is but a word, whose meaning fades from every ones understanding. At last, everyone is whole.
There is a disease in the heart of man. Its symptom is hate. Its symptom is anger. Its symptom is rage. Its symptom is war. The disease, is human emotion. But, there now is a cure. At the cost of drizzling highs, human emotion, has been suppressed. Null and void.
The cure is but a single tablet. One which kills human emotion. Its compressed and composed of EE-10 ccu, Emotion Eliminator. One must be taken at the beginning of each day. The EE-10 ccu causes all senses to lay dormant, this includes touch. Nothing is felt. It also changes the beings eye sight, colors are not seen, only shades of black and white.
With this cure, the Organization Stealth Reign Core (S.R.C) has control over the colony L-19. Now they have peace. Human kind is one. Hate, a memory. The people are their own conscious. But with one leader of S.R.C it is the conscious that guilds the EE-10 for non-emotional content, to its maximum.
And for all things that might tempt one to feel, again, shall be destroyed. These S.R.C law breakers are titled as Stealth Reign Breakers (S.R.B). This is one who stops taking their EE-10 and they begin to feel.
The Stealth Reign Core Organization, has but a few emotionally void soldiers. These are soldiers who do NOT consume the EE-10. These soldiers are on an elite team for seeking S.R.B's and silencing them.
But....like every human being, their senses can awaken........
(Chapter 1 : Void ) ______________
The room was dark, as the pale aura of grey surrounded the bare carpeting. The soft pounding of rain hitting the small window was quietly heard. The sliding drops cascaded their sillowets upon the bleak walls and the muted light illuminated but one part of the room. It covered the face of a being.
His green eyes were open as the dark shadows of the falling drops seemed to slide down his face. His eyes shut for a brief second but soon re-opened at the sound of the small alarm. He removed the damp sheet that covered him and rose himself up, his face now in shadow. His right hand pushed the alarm down as he stood up and treaded toward his closet.
He opened the door and glanced in. About five pairs of the same suit hung in front of him. The letters S.R.C in bold lay on a crest on the right shoulder. Above that were seven stars.
Each star represented the ranking, eight being the highest. His position was so high because he was already void of feeling. He was put on the S.R.B Search and Destroy Team because he was able to see color, all others who consumed the EE-10 could not.
His hand slowly reached out and grabbed one and shut the door. Once the suit was on he positioned himself in the mirror. He gave a short tug on the uniform as it straightened out. The navy hue surrounded the dull grey crest on his right shoulder.
The phone rang, a quick sound to which it was set. He moved his hand towards his pocket. His hand fell inside it, letting the back of his hand touch the soft black fibers. He grasped the ringing object, opened it and calmly set it close to his ear. A voice was heard on the other end.
"Curnal Barton Sir!" the voice was calm, but obeying. "Sir. A case of S.R.B's have been found in the D.E.A.P Area of point D. Sir! Shall we proceed?"
Trowa's green cores watched himself in the mirror, his left hand still attached to the glowing cell. The lime light shone through the darkness of the room, giving it some form of life. Trowas eyes turned to the green hue.
"Proceed" his voice was calm. "I'll meet you at the rondiview point."
"Sir!"
Trowa closed the phone, he lowered it from his ear and set it back into his pocket.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Everything was quiet. Trowas orbs scanned the empty hallway. Only the air exiting his body was heard. His eyes scanned one again. Everything was white, the walls, the ceiling, the floors. His automatic rifle lay still on his belt as his hands stayed at his sides. He listened.
He started to tread forward, his large black leather boots clunked as they hit the marble flooring. The loose silver buckles hit against each other, causing the single noise to echo through out the hall.
His long black leather coat covered up his uniform, the ties swaying as he moved. He stopped. The last sound of his movement stayed in to hall, but soon everything became quiet.
His eyes became direct. Both of his hands rose up onto his belt as his fingers caressed the back grip of both the guns. A gun in each hand. They soon found the triggers. He felt the metal soothe its way into his skin as they both tightened around the guns. His eyes still forward.
There in front of him was a white door. The small cracks showed the dirt with in it. His grip became tighter as he studied the door. A small noise was heard on the other side, a whimper. Trowa's ears caught this. He lifted his leg, his hands still upon the guns, and trusted his leg outward. The door moved in a bit, small splinters hit the ground. The door was clearly locked. Trowa rose his leg again and kicked it again. This time the door swung open, larger pieces of wood hit the ground. His eyes followed the light from the doorway, his shadow casted over it. His right hand pulled his rifle up and out of its holster, he let it lay dormant at his side.
Now in the doorway, his left hand rose itself off the rifle and towards the light switch, which was situated half way up the wall, his arm still extended. His fingers felt the switch, he took his index and middle finger and together they slowly pushed up. There was a noise as the switch hit the top and the light illuminated the off grey room.
In front of him lay three figures. They were all huddled up. Trowa's eyes scanned the feeling beings. His cores picked up the tears that had been shed, as their was faces were still wet. He watched as the mother and father huddle around their son.
Trowa's hands still did not move off the rifle, his eyes still cold. This was his job. To kill any being that has stopped taking their tablet, and has begun to feel all emotions. Emotions cause war, guilt and hate. He was to prevent that. Since he, himself did not consume the tablet, regular lie detector tests were needed. He passed all and was not about to fail.
His hand reached inside his pocket once more. He opened the phone as it self dialed. His orbs starring forward. Someone answered.
"Sir."
"Send your squad to section E of DEA. I've found all suspects."
"Sir! Yes, Sir!"
Trowa closed the phone and placed it back into his pocket. He eyed the colors. Their cloths were full of reds, blues, and greens. These colors were rare to him, as he is forced to see whites, greys and blacks. But when it came to an S.R.B case, his sense for color came in handy.
Soon the sounds of soldiers moving through the halls were heard. Their gear echoed as they hit one another.
Three soldiers came up behind Trowa. Their out fits were black. Each had a black helmet on with a visor. An automatic machine gun lay in their grasp as the grenades and ammo hung on their belts.
"Sir!"
Trowa, still starring at the three objects, didn't bother to look back. "Keep the child. Bring the others in for questioning." his voice was cold, nothing changed on his face.
"Sir. Yes, Sir!" Two of the soldiers proceeded in front of Trowa, their automatics aimed at their target.
The father of the child rose to his feet. His medium black hair covered his face as his eyes narrowed. He took his left hand and reached behind him, into his back pocket. With one swift movement he had a gun pointed at Trowa. His arms shaking briefly.
The mother hugged the boy one more, covering up his eyes.
The two soldieries beside Trowa aimed their guns directly at the older man. The one on Trowa's right spoke.
"Put your gun down!"
The man just smiled and tightened his finger around the trigger. Trowa watched the mans barrel pointed at him, still he was calm. The man took a step in front of his family and pulled the trigger, sending a silver bullet towards Trowa.
Trowa had moved to his right just before the man had shot. Trowa studied the mans patterns and movements. This was why he was the elite. The bullet ricocheted off the door way and soon went through the ivory wall.
Just as soon as the man pulled the trigger, another shot was fired. This time, by Trowa's right soldier. The silver bullet pierced through the mans scull. It sent the thick red liquid outward as it splattered all over the wall behind him, as well as upon his family. The mans lifeless body fell to the floor, the blood surrounding it in a dark pool.
The woman screamed as the warm blood caressed her face and she held her child tighter. Trowa's eye brow twitched. Lives were taken only if necessary. All suspects were killed soon after questioning. But, non the less Trowa turned, his back now facing the family.
"Take the other in for questioning."
"Sir!" the two soldiers proceeded. The woman rose her hands up, trying hard to fight the tears, her son at her feet.
One solider took the womans arms and pushed her forwards, his hands grasped her forearms tightly and they both proceeded out the door.
The other took the kid, the boys face was red as the tears dripped down his face. The whole time, his eyes on his murdered father.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Trowa opened the door to his dorm. He treaded inside the darkness. He let his left foot kick the door closed as he continued to tread forward. He kicked off his large boots, as his shins hit the mattress. He lowered his body onto it. He laid his head upon the pillow as his eyes slowly shut.
________________________________________
*-*-*
Please R&R!!! Im very despret~!! Really I am!!
Chapter two will be up shorty~!!
Taa Taa!! ^.~
**This is an AU fic! (Alternate Universe). FF.net didnt have the right category, so I stuck it in here. The colony L-19 (mentioned in fic) has nothing to do with the Colonies on the series :Þ **
PS: ALL Organization Suits look like Trowa's OZ Uniform~!~
( PROLOG : )
At last peace reigns in the heart of man. At last war is but a word, whose meaning fades from every ones understanding. At last, everyone is whole.
There is a disease in the heart of man. Its symptom is hate. Its symptom is anger. Its symptom is rage. Its symptom is war. The disease, is human emotion. But, there now is a cure. At the cost of drizzling highs, human emotion, has been suppressed. Null and void.
The cure is but a single tablet. One which kills human emotion. Its compressed and composed of EE-10 ccu, Emotion Eliminator. One must be taken at the beginning of each day. The EE-10 ccu causes all senses to lay dormant, this includes touch. Nothing is felt. It also changes the beings eye sight, colors are not seen, only shades of black and white.
With this cure, the Organization Stealth Reign Core (S.R.C) has control over the colony L-19. Now they have peace. Human kind is one. Hate, a memory. The people are their own conscious. But with one leader of S.R.C it is the conscious that guilds the EE-10 for non-emotional content, to its maximum.
And for all things that might tempt one to feel, again, shall be destroyed. These S.R.C law breakers are titled as Stealth Reign Breakers (S.R.B). This is one who stops taking their EE-10 and they begin to feel.
The Stealth Reign Core Organization, has but a few emotionally void soldiers. These are soldiers who do NOT consume the EE-10. These soldiers are on an elite team for seeking S.R.B's and silencing them.
But....like every human being, their senses can awaken........
(Chapter 1 : Void ) ______________
The room was dark, as the pale aura of grey surrounded the bare carpeting. The soft pounding of rain hitting the small window was quietly heard. The sliding drops cascaded their sillowets upon the bleak walls and the muted light illuminated but one part of the room. It covered the face of a being.
His green eyes were open as the dark shadows of the falling drops seemed to slide down his face. His eyes shut for a brief second but soon re-opened at the sound of the small alarm. He removed the damp sheet that covered him and rose himself up, his face now in shadow. His right hand pushed the alarm down as he stood up and treaded toward his closet.
He opened the door and glanced in. About five pairs of the same suit hung in front of him. The letters S.R.C in bold lay on a crest on the right shoulder. Above that were seven stars.
Each star represented the ranking, eight being the highest. His position was so high because he was already void of feeling. He was put on the S.R.B Search and Destroy Team because he was able to see color, all others who consumed the EE-10 could not.
His hand slowly reached out and grabbed one and shut the door. Once the suit was on he positioned himself in the mirror. He gave a short tug on the uniform as it straightened out. The navy hue surrounded the dull grey crest on his right shoulder.
The phone rang, a quick sound to which it was set. He moved his hand towards his pocket. His hand fell inside it, letting the back of his hand touch the soft black fibers. He grasped the ringing object, opened it and calmly set it close to his ear. A voice was heard on the other end.
"Curnal Barton Sir!" the voice was calm, but obeying. "Sir. A case of S.R.B's have been found in the D.E.A.P Area of point D. Sir! Shall we proceed?"
Trowa's green cores watched himself in the mirror, his left hand still attached to the glowing cell. The lime light shone through the darkness of the room, giving it some form of life. Trowas eyes turned to the green hue.
"Proceed" his voice was calm. "I'll meet you at the rondiview point."
"Sir!"
Trowa closed the phone, he lowered it from his ear and set it back into his pocket.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Everything was quiet. Trowas orbs scanned the empty hallway. Only the air exiting his body was heard. His eyes scanned one again. Everything was white, the walls, the ceiling, the floors. His automatic rifle lay still on his belt as his hands stayed at his sides. He listened.
He started to tread forward, his large black leather boots clunked as they hit the marble flooring. The loose silver buckles hit against each other, causing the single noise to echo through out the hall.
His long black leather coat covered up his uniform, the ties swaying as he moved. He stopped. The last sound of his movement stayed in to hall, but soon everything became quiet.
His eyes became direct. Both of his hands rose up onto his belt as his fingers caressed the back grip of both the guns. A gun in each hand. They soon found the triggers. He felt the metal soothe its way into his skin as they both tightened around the guns. His eyes still forward.
There in front of him was a white door. The small cracks showed the dirt with in it. His grip became tighter as he studied the door. A small noise was heard on the other side, a whimper. Trowa's ears caught this. He lifted his leg, his hands still upon the guns, and trusted his leg outward. The door moved in a bit, small splinters hit the ground. The door was clearly locked. Trowa rose his leg again and kicked it again. This time the door swung open, larger pieces of wood hit the ground. His eyes followed the light from the doorway, his shadow casted over it. His right hand pulled his rifle up and out of its holster, he let it lay dormant at his side.
Now in the doorway, his left hand rose itself off the rifle and towards the light switch, which was situated half way up the wall, his arm still extended. His fingers felt the switch, he took his index and middle finger and together they slowly pushed up. There was a noise as the switch hit the top and the light illuminated the off grey room.
In front of him lay three figures. They were all huddled up. Trowa's eyes scanned the feeling beings. His cores picked up the tears that had been shed, as their was faces were still wet. He watched as the mother and father huddle around their son.
Trowa's hands still did not move off the rifle, his eyes still cold. This was his job. To kill any being that has stopped taking their tablet, and has begun to feel all emotions. Emotions cause war, guilt and hate. He was to prevent that. Since he, himself did not consume the tablet, regular lie detector tests were needed. He passed all and was not about to fail.
His hand reached inside his pocket once more. He opened the phone as it self dialed. His orbs starring forward. Someone answered.
"Sir."
"Send your squad to section E of DEA. I've found all suspects."
"Sir! Yes, Sir!"
Trowa closed the phone and placed it back into his pocket. He eyed the colors. Their cloths were full of reds, blues, and greens. These colors were rare to him, as he is forced to see whites, greys and blacks. But when it came to an S.R.B case, his sense for color came in handy.
Soon the sounds of soldiers moving through the halls were heard. Their gear echoed as they hit one another.
Three soldiers came up behind Trowa. Their out fits were black. Each had a black helmet on with a visor. An automatic machine gun lay in their grasp as the grenades and ammo hung on their belts.
"Sir!"
Trowa, still starring at the three objects, didn't bother to look back. "Keep the child. Bring the others in for questioning." his voice was cold, nothing changed on his face.
"Sir. Yes, Sir!" Two of the soldiers proceeded in front of Trowa, their automatics aimed at their target.
The father of the child rose to his feet. His medium black hair covered his face as his eyes narrowed. He took his left hand and reached behind him, into his back pocket. With one swift movement he had a gun pointed at Trowa. His arms shaking briefly.
The mother hugged the boy one more, covering up his eyes.
The two soldieries beside Trowa aimed their guns directly at the older man. The one on Trowa's right spoke.
"Put your gun down!"
The man just smiled and tightened his finger around the trigger. Trowa watched the mans barrel pointed at him, still he was calm. The man took a step in front of his family and pulled the trigger, sending a silver bullet towards Trowa.
Trowa had moved to his right just before the man had shot. Trowa studied the mans patterns and movements. This was why he was the elite. The bullet ricocheted off the door way and soon went through the ivory wall.
Just as soon as the man pulled the trigger, another shot was fired. This time, by Trowa's right soldier. The silver bullet pierced through the mans scull. It sent the thick red liquid outward as it splattered all over the wall behind him, as well as upon his family. The mans lifeless body fell to the floor, the blood surrounding it in a dark pool.
The woman screamed as the warm blood caressed her face and she held her child tighter. Trowa's eye brow twitched. Lives were taken only if necessary. All suspects were killed soon after questioning. But, non the less Trowa turned, his back now facing the family.
"Take the other in for questioning."
"Sir!" the two soldiers proceeded. The woman rose her hands up, trying hard to fight the tears, her son at her feet.
One solider took the womans arms and pushed her forwards, his hands grasped her forearms tightly and they both proceeded out the door.
The other took the kid, the boys face was red as the tears dripped down his face. The whole time, his eyes on his murdered father.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Trowa opened the door to his dorm. He treaded inside the darkness. He let his left foot kick the door closed as he continued to tread forward. He kicked off his large boots, as his shins hit the mattress. He lowered his body onto it. He laid his head upon the pillow as his eyes slowly shut.
________________________________________
*-*-*
Please R&R!!! Im very despret~!! Really I am!!
Chapter two will be up shorty~!!
Taa Taa!! ^.~