Author: Greetings. This is my new Gundam fanfic that I wanted to write for a while. First I would like to say a few things about his fic. This is not for the weak of hearts because this fanfic has a much more gruesome take on the consequences of war. It is also much more violent than any gundam series or fic that you might have read in the fanfiction site from my knowledge. Another thing about this fic is that it is a massive crossover of six gundam series which are Gundam UC, Gundam Wing, Gundam Seed, Turn A Gundam, Gundam 00, and Gundam Iron Blooded Orphans. You don't need to have a lot of knowledge of the Gundam Wing, Gundam UC, Turn A Gundam, and Gundam Iron Blooded Orpahns, but you will need to have a small amount of understanding of Gundam 00 and Seed. This will not follow the exact progression of any of the series though but some events in the four series will be placed in the fanfic. Thank you for reading and if you like it please review. I really enjoy reading review of my readers.
I do not own any Gundam series. They are all works from Sunrise.
Pain. Exhaustion. Fear. Hopelessness.
And Anger. A pulse of anger.
These feelings swelled upon a young raven haired boy as he took cover behind the remains of a building. He crouched while breathing heavily, ignoring the strong odor of chemical combustion billowing through air. He could hear both the gunfire of mobile suits and infantry all around him, as well as the unilateral shouts of teammates and opponents. Their screams of pain and anguish were so vivid that only the sounds of explosions concealed them.
For days, he had fought in the land he was taking cover in. For weeks, he fought for what he believed was right. For months, he fought for the freedom of his country. For years, he fought for his God and people.
Now everything was falling apart. He will lose everything.
The young boy gripped his rifle tighter as he heard friends screaming and shouting for help, only to be silenced moments later. He tried desperately to ignore the sounds, but it was hopeless. He couldn't do anything. There was no way to ease their pain or console them in their final moments of terror and loneliness.
The footsteps of an approaching Anf unit awoke the child from his dazed struggle, and he quickly pressed the rifle closer to his chest as if his life depended on it. With a soldier's resoluteness, he sprinted to his left while pointing his rifle to the right to shoot at the mobile suit.
Almost instantly, an explosion erupted behind him. The shockwave tossed him forward and he rolled over roughly due to the instantaneous change of acceleration.
His muscles ached in pain from the impact, many sprained and refusing to move. A high pitched ringing sound buzzed within his ears as blood began to steadily drip from them. The boy weakly used his hands and knees to raise himself through all the pain and immediately grabbed his lost rifle. Instinct took over as he crawled into the remains of a building to cover himself. Adrenalin and fear made him overlook the strong metallic, and rotting scent that resides in the destroyed building. When he took cover, he instantly inhaled as much oxygen as possible before covering his bleeding from the painful ringing sound and pressure. He closed his eyes tightly with tears coming out as the strong chemical smoke and dust caused pain and blurry of vision.
A moment later, he felt something faintly touch his foot. His eyes snapped opened his eyes and found a familiar face sprawled on the floor.
There was blood everywhere around her, more blood than a twelve year old body could have. Her left forearm and calf were missing, but even worse was the exposed ribcage and stomach where leaking blood, intestines and gastric acids began to flow out of her. Her intestines were not even in her body but left a long stringy trail a meter away, demonstrating how far she'd been crawled.
The raven haired boy trembled in shock as the near lifeless friend in front of him stared desperately up at him. Pained tears streamed down her bloodied and dirty face as her mouth open and closed quickly as if breathing was something she couldn't do.
She should have died, but Soran knew why she didn't. Before they were sent out to fight, they were all given a drug to enhance their senses and immune to most pain. This was to improve their combat abilities. The drug also made it difficult to die as it temporarily stimulate the brain to keep on functioning even when dying.
However, the drug could never even remotely ease this amount of damage and pain. She must be feeling the full blunt of the pain, but could not die quickly. It was much worse than just dying.
She beggingly looked to him as if he could be her salvation from her the pain. She tried to speak but no words would come out due to her punctured lungs. Blood sputtered from her mouth with every exhales, but when she inhales, she looked like she was drowning in her own blood. The young boy watched her with sadness and shock as she continued to garble at him. He tried desperately to understand her words.
Forcing himself to stop shaking and focus on his struggling friend's chocking sounds, the young boy began reading her lip movements that no longer exerted sounds.
"P..pl..eas.e ...So..ra.n" she mouthed with tears of pain in her eyes.
Soran cried alongside her as he slowly grabbed his rifle and pointed it directly at his friend's head. He hesitated, but the girl shut her eyes tightly as new tears flowed out from her eyes, begged him for release. The young boy remained motionless with a finger on the trigger as emotions and memories of his friend flooded his mind, preventing him from doing the necessary action. He cried harder and desperately searched for a way to help her that would not end in her death by his hands.
His train of thought brokee when his young friend opened her eyes and jerked uncontrollably from a seizure due sensory overload. Foam mixed with blood began to come out from her mouth, and her iris moved to her back of her skull. Aghast, Soran tightly shut his eyes and squeezed the trigger, he felt something splattered all around him. It was the brain matter from his friend's head. Dropping his rifle in shock, the child soldier looked at his friend's lifeless body.
A damaged half part of a doll was strapped to her combat pants on her left. A doll he recalled was her favorite as it was a memento of her parents who died by a drone strike two years ago. The KPSA didn't allow any attachment to physical objects as they would corrupt their mind with materialistic sins. He remembered when they were told to remove everything that was physically valuable to them as they are false treasures. That having faith in God was the true way to happiness and salvation. She must have kept it and hid it from others.
Still in shock, the raven haired guerilla soldier slowly crawled towards his friend's dead body. His quivering hands reached out to her in a false hope that she was still alive and could grant him forgiveness for the missing half of her head.
"Pl..ease... Plea..se.. Pleas..ee..." cried Soran as his fighers brushed her inanimate hand with trembles.
The young raven haired child suddenly brought both hands to his head and screamed. He screamed louder than any twelve year old ought to be capable of, as if his trachea were shredded from the inside by his pain. The cruel reality hit him hard.
He'd killed her, and he'd hesitated. Guilt built up as he screamed and cried in anguish due to cruelty and trauma of the war. Past memories of his life and the trauma of war flooded his mind with anxiety and derangement.
He regretted not killing her immediately instead of thinking of a way to save her; it left her feeling much more pain before death. He would have ended her misery momentarily, but couldn't squeeze the trigger because of the naivety of false hope. The raven haired boy continued to howl and sob in torment. Tears and mucus fluids streamed from his face as he squeezed his head with his hands. He didn't know how long he wailed, but eventually his voice broke.
Then there was deafening silence from him as he brought his knees closer to his chest. He felt more fear and loneliness than he ever felt in his life, he didn't care for all the sounds that were going around him or the Anf moving closer to his location.
"In this world, there is no God," he raspily whispered to himself. His fingers coiled tightly into a fist with unrestrained anger. There could be no such thing as a God in a world this cruel. A world full of suffering, conflicts, and hate. A world where people would do horrible things to each others. God did not exist in such a place.
A barrage of large caliber bullets from an Anf shout out to where Soran was. The guerilla child soldier quickly ducked as large bullet holes riddled the wall he took cover behind. He then began to sprint forward. He didn't know where to run and he didn't care. All he wanted was an escape from this place.
"In this world, there is no God!" he murmured to himself as he sprinted. His fear and rage built up as he kept running, especially knowing that there would be no salvation for him after death, that there would be no heaven. The boy was angry for everything he had done in the name of God that didn't even existed.
He ran until an Anf spotted him and shot its machine gun at his frail body. Soran was able to evade the bullets and took cover behind a wall to his right.
Then another Anf locked onto him from in front. Soran glared at the hulking metal monster with sadness, angry, and hopeless expression. He knew death was his only salvation after everything he did. The thought of death sounded like a release for him, a way to escape all the pain and suffering. But he wouldn't accept such a fate now that he knew God does not exist. There was no hope in ever meeting his friends or family in heaven. All the people he killed had died for nothing. All the sacrifices were for nothing. And when he died here in this muddled, broken, and blood-soaked promise land, there would be nothing ahead and nothing would change in this world.
But he couldn't accept it. He wouldn't accept it.
Death sounded comfortable, a comfort where he would disappear and no one would know that he existed. Where he could just sleep eternally and escape all the pain and anxiety. Something better than living in the world twisted. But he would not accept such a death, not yet. Not when he finally realized how disgusting the world truly was. Anger filled up his insides as his hate spread to everything around him.
He couldn't let himself die. He will not allow himself to die. He will do whatever it takes to survive no matter what obstacles he would face. Not after everything he had been through. All the loss, pain and sacrifices. He had to survive, to keep on living no matter what. Alive to destroy the twisted elements of this world.
He swore to himself that he would destroy all the distortions of this despicable world. He would destroy all of it. He hated the war. He hated the world. He hated everything. The Anf aimed its machine gun at him. Sorans' destitute expression morphed into a full glare filled with hate towards the Anf. He would not let himself die here like an animal waiting to be slaughtered. Not after he lost everything.
Then a large pink beam's shot through the head of the Anf from above followed by a loud boom. Soran's eyes widened in shock when the Anf knelt and then collapsed in front of him.
He heard the same sound repeated all around him and before his eyes all the Anfs in the area were destroyed one by one.
When all the mobile suits had been decimated inot nothing more than rubble, Soran quickly looked to the sky and saw the back of a black and gray colored mobile suit gracefully floating in the air. It's back thrusters released large bright light-blue hot gas to levitate on the air. Soran's gaze wouldn't be pulled from the display of power and grace. It was something so godlike that he couldn't help but be mesmerized by it.
The white mobile suit slowly turned around to show its face, and the young boy below it remained hypnotized by its presence. It looked humanoid and had the color of black, gray, and red. The machine's eyes looked at Soran as the young boy stood paralyzed by its power. He was hypnotized by its presence. The bright blue light radiating behind him, angel-like from the child's perspective, expanded further as it prepared to take off.
Too shocked to speak or move with its display, Soran continued to stare at the unfamiliar machine with intensity and worship like a man seeing water after weeks of drought as it flew back up to the heavens.
It was his savior. His angel...
His God.
Important: I just want to inform all of you gundam fans that the mobile suit that Soran saw was not the GN-000 0 Gundam piloted by Ribbons Almark. It's the RX-78-1 Prototype Gundam, the predecessor of the RX-78-2 Gundam, and the first Gundam ever made. It was sent there to be tested in combat and was suppose to kill any witnesses within the surroundings. However, the pilot didn't want to kill the young boy so it left without killing Soran. I wanted to put the first Gundam ever in my first chapter. I would also like to give credit to KitsuneCagalli who beta read this chapter and greatly improved it. Thank you very much KitsuneCagalli. Please read her works as she makes some of the best SetsunaxFeldt fanfics!
