CM: Holy crap… a serious fic.. BY YOU!?
BG: Full of surprises, aren't I?
CM: I must be hallucinating. Where is that medicine cabinet?
JAG: Wow! I'm in your fic! YAY!
BG: Well, not really, just basically the disclaimers and stuff. Well, I don't own Gundam or the characters. (But I do own a VERY kawaii Gundam Death Scythe action figure…. * sigh * Duo…) ack. Um, and I don't own Hymn from Red October, the song that inspired me to write this story. I do own this cool story and the plot! So can't take that!
KL: Does anyone know where the socks went?
BG: Shadup!
TheGoku: Feel the wrath of insanity!
BG: ack… anyway, on to the fic!
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A Different Beginning
The snow was falling. It was magic. It was the symbol of beauty in children's' eyes… also freedom. The snow, the birds, all free. The same thing had been around for ages long. Even before their great-great- great- great grand parents' parents… the same kind of government that destroys dreams and rules. To them, they are never satisfied with what they have… they just want more. Power meant everything to them.
The only rich were those who helped or who were the government. The rest, poor, and stripped of any money on taxes; the greedy bastards with their so-called glory. They have no glory; they only have what they stole and what they've killed. They have came and stayed… just like Julius Caesar and his saying, "Vini, vidi, vici," or "I came, I saw, I conquered." And they conquered all.
The girl looked at the snow through blue eyes, deep with worries, pain, and dreams so far away. The pain grew worse and she clutched her throbbing hand. It wanted to explode with a mighty passion. 'Damn this world,' she cursed in thought, 'and damn those wooden paddles at that bloody school.' Messaging her hand, it kept its throbbing at a steady but painful speed. Then stopped and tried to ignore it… finding it difficult.
With her unharmed hand, she wiped the tears she shed. All the teasing she placed on herself, with her dreams of being free and she wanted to destroy all the wooden paddles in the world led her to tears. Her hopes and dreams were spilling out of her eyes, "but," she asked herself, "Do they ever leave?"
She got up off her knees putting her arms at her side and stood up straight. Taking a deep breath in, she tried to act like a girl her age should, with disobedience and posture. A lot that did, a sigh escaped her and she slouched. "I am sixteen, what do they want from me?"
Her head looked towards the door where a rhythmic beat knocked. Letting it finished, she knew it was all right, anything else would have meant danger. Quickly she moved to the door and opened it. Coldness in a strong and long motion burst in, and two men walked inside. Then silently, but fiercely, shut the door behind the guests.
"Sorry we are late," said one man, "a guard saw us and we had to take the long way."
"It's alright. My father is downstairs with the others, waiting," replied the girl. "Come, I'll escort you two there." She bowed and walked passed to a door, opening it and bowing gracefully and motioning them to enter. It was the pantry. The girl lit a candle lamp and pressed a button and the back wall slide to the side entering to a stairwell. "After you gentlemen."
They nodded. The room was cold, damp, narrow and stuffy. It was a terrible place to stay in longer than one needed, but this was no time in being picky. The trickle of water was heard and echoed off the stonewalls. Finally they reached another door, and the other man played another knock on the door. A different rhythmic pattern, and the door slowly opened. Another man, with red-brown hair and strongly built greeted them.
"Ah, you have finally arrived, have you? Come, come inside, you three… it is better than in that narrow way, come, come."
"I better get back upstairs soon father," the girl said.
"Yes, but first, let's introduce you," the well-built man replied. The girl nodded and stood next to her father, bearing almost no resemblance. He turned to the twelve men sitting around a table, "Gentlemen, this is my daughter, Relena. Relena, Welcome to the room of whom wish for a better future. I want you to stay partially for this meeting, to understand what all this secrecy is all about. But first, why don't you go around and shake hands with our guests."
Nodding in agreement, Relena walked to the first man at the table who sat up. Her father then noticed her blond hair wasn't all down, but with two side braids coming together then hanging down.
The man seemed young; Relena gave a little curtsy and then gave him her hand. He had only squeezed only slightly until pain shot through her arm to her head then to her lips letting out an ack of pain. Shutting her eyes tightly and letting the colors swirl in her darkness. The throbbing came back, but stronger than before. She clutched it and the others asked quickly if she was all right. Her father made it to her side. "Relena! Are you all right?"
Relena sniffed a couple of sniffs. The pain was almost overwhelming. Opening her eyes she nodded her head. "Relena? Were you hit with that paddle at school again?"
Relena frowned, a fire growing within, "yes, the bitch slapped my hand again, just because I was putting my hair differently! If you ask me, I'm getting pretty sick of just wearing all of it down."
A man, an aged man, started to chuckle, "She has that spirit of rebellion just like her father, right Mr. Dorlian?"
Her father laughed, "of course, just like me. Now that brings me to the point of the meeting. The rebellion. I got word that our group from the America Colony are here and should be in town square tomorrow night. It is now or never. We are too meet them there as the soldiers make their reports."
"Wait. What rebellion father?"
"Relena, we are the leaders of our rebel group. If we want to make a peaceful and happy future we have to over-throw the government. We need to fight. That is why I wanted you to be here for a moment, to know what we are doing. Don't worry Relena."
"I want to come too."
"Out of the question. Now, I think that is enough knowledge for you, go upstairs to bed, it shall be an interesting day for us tomorrow. But please, try not to get slapped on the hand again. Hold out a little longer then you may wear your hair however you would like."
Relena didn't want to, but didn't go against her father's wishes. With the candle she brought down with her earlier, she walked sadly out the door and up the narrow passage. Pulling a lever, the door slide open once again to let her out. Once out the last door, she heard the stone door close.
A revolution. She looked out the window where the snow still fell. "Freedom." And she blew out the candle.
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JAG: That's it!?
BG: for now, yeah. It's called taking it slow.
CM:…
BG: Sucks… don't it?
CM: Give me a sec! I'm still deciding.
Stix: I don't get it. Well, at least there is no scary period and parentheses guy.
(.Boo.)
CM: HEY! GET BACK TO THE UNDERGROUND!
BG: Well, the next Chapter or two, will introduce some more characters, get more action, and get some history. I hope… unless I get sidetracked.
CM: get side tracked, and I'll bit your finger.
BG: then I will kill you.
CM: then I would bite off your finger.
BG: then I will kill you
CM: Then I would bite your finger
BG: If you did, I wouldn't be able to write this story quicker.
CM: YOU LOOSE!
BG: damn it. I hate you…
CM: I know!
Oh boy….
BG: Full of surprises, aren't I?
CM: I must be hallucinating. Where is that medicine cabinet?
JAG: Wow! I'm in your fic! YAY!
BG: Well, not really, just basically the disclaimers and stuff. Well, I don't own Gundam or the characters. (But I do own a VERY kawaii Gundam Death Scythe action figure…. * sigh * Duo…) ack. Um, and I don't own Hymn from Red October, the song that inspired me to write this story. I do own this cool story and the plot! So can't take that!
KL: Does anyone know where the socks went?
BG: Shadup!
TheGoku: Feel the wrath of insanity!
BG: ack… anyway, on to the fic!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Different Beginning
The snow was falling. It was magic. It was the symbol of beauty in children's' eyes… also freedom. The snow, the birds, all free. The same thing had been around for ages long. Even before their great-great- great- great grand parents' parents… the same kind of government that destroys dreams and rules. To them, they are never satisfied with what they have… they just want more. Power meant everything to them.
The only rich were those who helped or who were the government. The rest, poor, and stripped of any money on taxes; the greedy bastards with their so-called glory. They have no glory; they only have what they stole and what they've killed. They have came and stayed… just like Julius Caesar and his saying, "Vini, vidi, vici," or "I came, I saw, I conquered." And they conquered all.
The girl looked at the snow through blue eyes, deep with worries, pain, and dreams so far away. The pain grew worse and she clutched her throbbing hand. It wanted to explode with a mighty passion. 'Damn this world,' she cursed in thought, 'and damn those wooden paddles at that bloody school.' Messaging her hand, it kept its throbbing at a steady but painful speed. Then stopped and tried to ignore it… finding it difficult.
With her unharmed hand, she wiped the tears she shed. All the teasing she placed on herself, with her dreams of being free and she wanted to destroy all the wooden paddles in the world led her to tears. Her hopes and dreams were spilling out of her eyes, "but," she asked herself, "Do they ever leave?"
She got up off her knees putting her arms at her side and stood up straight. Taking a deep breath in, she tried to act like a girl her age should, with disobedience and posture. A lot that did, a sigh escaped her and she slouched. "I am sixteen, what do they want from me?"
Her head looked towards the door where a rhythmic beat knocked. Letting it finished, she knew it was all right, anything else would have meant danger. Quickly she moved to the door and opened it. Coldness in a strong and long motion burst in, and two men walked inside. Then silently, but fiercely, shut the door behind the guests.
"Sorry we are late," said one man, "a guard saw us and we had to take the long way."
"It's alright. My father is downstairs with the others, waiting," replied the girl. "Come, I'll escort you two there." She bowed and walked passed to a door, opening it and bowing gracefully and motioning them to enter. It was the pantry. The girl lit a candle lamp and pressed a button and the back wall slide to the side entering to a stairwell. "After you gentlemen."
They nodded. The room was cold, damp, narrow and stuffy. It was a terrible place to stay in longer than one needed, but this was no time in being picky. The trickle of water was heard and echoed off the stonewalls. Finally they reached another door, and the other man played another knock on the door. A different rhythmic pattern, and the door slowly opened. Another man, with red-brown hair and strongly built greeted them.
"Ah, you have finally arrived, have you? Come, come inside, you three… it is better than in that narrow way, come, come."
"I better get back upstairs soon father," the girl said.
"Yes, but first, let's introduce you," the well-built man replied. The girl nodded and stood next to her father, bearing almost no resemblance. He turned to the twelve men sitting around a table, "Gentlemen, this is my daughter, Relena. Relena, Welcome to the room of whom wish for a better future. I want you to stay partially for this meeting, to understand what all this secrecy is all about. But first, why don't you go around and shake hands with our guests."
Nodding in agreement, Relena walked to the first man at the table who sat up. Her father then noticed her blond hair wasn't all down, but with two side braids coming together then hanging down.
The man seemed young; Relena gave a little curtsy and then gave him her hand. He had only squeezed only slightly until pain shot through her arm to her head then to her lips letting out an ack of pain. Shutting her eyes tightly and letting the colors swirl in her darkness. The throbbing came back, but stronger than before. She clutched it and the others asked quickly if she was all right. Her father made it to her side. "Relena! Are you all right?"
Relena sniffed a couple of sniffs. The pain was almost overwhelming. Opening her eyes she nodded her head. "Relena? Were you hit with that paddle at school again?"
Relena frowned, a fire growing within, "yes, the bitch slapped my hand again, just because I was putting my hair differently! If you ask me, I'm getting pretty sick of just wearing all of it down."
A man, an aged man, started to chuckle, "She has that spirit of rebellion just like her father, right Mr. Dorlian?"
Her father laughed, "of course, just like me. Now that brings me to the point of the meeting. The rebellion. I got word that our group from the America Colony are here and should be in town square tomorrow night. It is now or never. We are too meet them there as the soldiers make their reports."
"Wait. What rebellion father?"
"Relena, we are the leaders of our rebel group. If we want to make a peaceful and happy future we have to over-throw the government. We need to fight. That is why I wanted you to be here for a moment, to know what we are doing. Don't worry Relena."
"I want to come too."
"Out of the question. Now, I think that is enough knowledge for you, go upstairs to bed, it shall be an interesting day for us tomorrow. But please, try not to get slapped on the hand again. Hold out a little longer then you may wear your hair however you would like."
Relena didn't want to, but didn't go against her father's wishes. With the candle she brought down with her earlier, she walked sadly out the door and up the narrow passage. Pulling a lever, the door slide open once again to let her out. Once out the last door, she heard the stone door close.
A revolution. She looked out the window where the snow still fell. "Freedom." And she blew out the candle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
JAG: That's it!?
BG: for now, yeah. It's called taking it slow.
CM:…
BG: Sucks… don't it?
CM: Give me a sec! I'm still deciding.
Stix: I don't get it. Well, at least there is no scary period and parentheses guy.
(.Boo.)
CM: HEY! GET BACK TO THE UNDERGROUND!
BG: Well, the next Chapter or two, will introduce some more characters, get more action, and get some history. I hope… unless I get sidetracked.
CM: get side tracked, and I'll bit your finger.
BG: then I will kill you.
CM: then I would bite off your finger.
BG: then I will kill you
CM: Then I would bite your finger
BG: If you did, I wouldn't be able to write this story quicker.
CM: YOU LOOSE!
BG: damn it. I hate you…
CM: I know!
Oh boy….