The Angel of Darkness
Prologue: The Training
Professor Jay walked down the hall. His two associates walked exactly three steps behind him, as always.
"What have you got for me today, Wilson," the man said.
"Since you are looking for a strong child, we found two that you might take into consideration. There is a girl and a boy. Names as of yet have not been disclosed." Wilson fumbled through some papers.
"Let me see them," the professor said. Wilson opened the door and walked in. In two different incubators, two babies lye asleep.
"The girl and the boy will both be needed. Professor Kay might want the boy. I want the girl. Have you found the name yet, son?" Professor Jay said, getting impatient.
"They have no names. They are newborns, sir."
"Take them both. I will personally deliver the boy to the professor." Professor Jay walked out.
10 Years Later...
"Move it girl! You're way too slow."
"I can only go so fast, Fink!" As soon as those words left her mouth, a fist went across her face. The girl fell to the floor. She sat up and touched her jaw. She spat to the side.
"Enough of that backtalk. I don't need to hear your incessant whining. It's good to see that you have lost that need to cry after every time I hit you," Fink said. The ten-year-old girl looked up at him. Her sparkling blue eyes narrowed.
"Have I earned a name yet?" she asked.
"You are still girl. Before you were maggot and before that you were amoeba. If you can manage to defeat me, I will name you. Professor Jay will be coming to check on your progress," Fink said.
"Glad to know that I'm no longer a single-celled organism," she said.
"How do you know what an amoeba is? You're only nine," Fink said, a little surprised at her level of knowledge.
"I'm extremely smart, Fink. Maybe even smarter than you. I'm ten, not nine." That earned a kick. The girl leaned back as she felt three ribs break. She passed out from the pain. Fink sighed and picked her up.
"Stupid bitch. If she didn't have so much to say, she wouldn't get hurt so often." Fink dropped the girl in the healing waters of Professor Jay's military rejuvenation tank.
Three days later, the child awoke in the tank. How she hated these things. Raising her heart rate, the tank emptied and she stepped out. Professor Jay watched her.
"Glad to see that you are awake, my child." The girl narrowed her sharp blue eyes. She hated Professor Jay almost as much as she hated Fink. Drying herself off, she noticed that Professor Jay had his cane with him.
"What brings you here, Professor?" she asked sweetly, or as sweet as her body and mindset would allow. Professor Jay smiled his ugly smile that made her shudder.
"Have you earned a name yet, child?"
"No, sir," the girl said.
"I see. Well, I've come to visit to see how you are progressing. I'm never too busy to come and watch you train. Professor Kay has brought along his boy. I want to see you two in a fencing match. Get dressed." Professor Jay walked out.
A few minutes later, the girl walked out with a foil in her hand. A boy no older than herself stared at her. His face was impassive and expressionless.
"Let's get this over with," the girl said. The boy nodded and put on his facemask. The girl followed suit and got in her fighting stance. Professor Kay looked at them fight. The girl was slightly quicker than the boy.
"Well, she is fast, I give her that, Jay. But is fast what we need? How strong is she?"
"Quite strong. Your boy is holding up well, Kay. This must be fun for the children. They've never fought anyone but their trainers, yes?"
"Yes, that is true. I give them another ten years in order to be perfect," Kay said. Jay nodded.
"Ten years it is, Kay. Ten years it is."
The girl was getting a little hyper. She'd never even allowed herself this much fun. The boy was having fun also. She was really a challenge. They thrust forward at the same time. The girl won this time and the boy's foil went flying, her own breaking. The broken end impaled his helmet. They stood and looked at each other.
"I win," the girl said calmly. She took off her helmet, her hair falling well below her back.
"Bravo, children. I think names are in order. I will name you my child." Jay looked at the girl.
"Relena. That is your name. Love it and abide by it."
"Boy, that was excellent. Your name is Heero. You two can pick last names later. Say good-bye."
Relena and Heero glared at each other. Heero would forever remember that long honey blonde hair and the fact that she was the only person who could ever defeat him. Relena would forever remember those deep, Prussian blue eyes and the chocolate brown hair. They were both imprinted in each other's minds.
This is how stories of death, betrayal, anguish, and above all, love, will begin. This is a tale of two torn people will aide each other in different ways.