I don't own gundam...nope nope I don't. ^_^ But I certainly do enjoy watchin and writin about it, so thanks and credit go out to the creators. This was inspired by the song 'one voice' by Billy Gilman. I don't normally listen to country music, but I'll make an expception for this little one! This boy can belt out some notes! ^_~ Very beautiful voice for a young one. :O) Well, I must warn you, this is angsty... blood, swearing, and a few offensive things such as spatting and slimeball attitudes show up. Hey, what can I say..some oz soldiers are there for nobility, others for the fun of killing I guess. Anyway, this story is about a certain girl of the gundam show...but it doesn't say until later in the story WHO she is...so have fun guessing until you see her name.
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*One Voice*
The little raven haired girl's face was soiled with dirt. A bright, innocent smile was plastered on her face as she dug through the mud. She didn't look up despite hearing mother's footsteps. "Sweetie..."
Hearing the saddened tone of her mother's voice, she looked up curiously, dirt pail and shovel in hand...her smile quickly fading as she watched the tears fall from her mother's deep blue eyes.
"Momma?"
The young woman knelt in the mud next to the delicate little girl and placed a few strands of her own hair behind her ear. "Sweetie..." She choked out through restrained sobs. Her hand wandered to her little girl's face, caressing her cheeks and affectionately wiping the dirt spots from her face.
The dirty little girl's eyes darted from her mother to the two men standing stiffly behind her.
They were wearing ugly green uniforms, the girl noticed, and their faces weren't to pleasant either. She immediately decided she didn't like them.
The young girl's eyes filled with tears as she gazed back at her mother. No child likes to see their mother cry...it always means something is terribly wrong...
"Sweetie, Mommy has to go away for a while. Remember when Daddy had to go away?" The young woman's eyes quickly shifted from a figure behind the little girl, back to her. Fortunately, the little girl was too engrossed in her mother's tears and voice to notice her nervous eyes.
The little girl's bottom lip started to quiver. What was coming up next, she knew exactly.
She nodded anyway, despite her panic. She had to make her mother happy...had to be brave for her courageous mommy.
"Well, Mommy has to go away like Daddy did..." Her mother had now halfway composed herself, knowing that if she didn't, it would only be harder for her little girl to understand.
But what she didn't know, was that the little girl knew all too well what was going to happen...She knew exactly what was happening, despite her young age.
"Mommy..." the little girl's voice was strangled, she was obviously trying not to cry out aloud...
"Sweetie, please...don't cry. Mommy will come back really soon, okay?"
The little girl's attention went back to the two men.
The two men looked fed up...Their faces twisted in anger as they finally started toward her mother.
The older man began to speak. "That's enough, lady. We shouldn't have even given you this much time. Traitors like you deserve less than this...Lets get this over with, now." They were nearing her just as the young woman enfolded her child in a loving embrace.
"Sweetie...live on for your father and I. We will meet again one day, my love. Don't give up hope." Her voice was becoming more asphyxiated with every word. Tears were streaming down her face even though she had been telling them to stay back.
The young girl's eyes became wide with shock and panic as she felt her mother being torn away from her own arms. They were taking her mommy! She couldn't just let them take her!! It had happened with her daddy already and he hadn't come back. She wasn't going to let it happen again.
She pulled herself to her feet and started running after the two men who were harshly pulling her mother toward a large truck. "Stop it! Stop huw-ting my mommy!!"
She'd only taken a few steps before she felt a force holding her back. Glancing behind her quickly, she realized another soldier was behind her, holding her dirty dress tightly in his fist.
"LET ME GO you bad man!!" She turned back in the direction of her mother, pulling herself forward with all her might...She was trying.. So hard... Trying so hard for her mommy...
"Hilde!!! Don't fight the man! You'll be alright, mommy promises!" She turned to look at the soldiers pulling her harshly along and angrily cried out. "Don't you dare hurt her you bastards...Don't you HURT HER!!!" She struggled and spat on their faces . "BASTARDS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DON'T HURT HER!!! DON'T YOU HURT MY HILDE!!!"
The soldiers kept pulling her toward the truck, ignoring her spitting and yelling.
Of course, the little girl had lost the cruel game of tug-o-war as she listened to her mother's urgent pleas...Soon, a harsh grip was carrying her to large, greasy looking truck. She noticed it was very similar to the other truck that they'd taken her sobbing mother to.
The young woman turned back to her daughter as she saw her being carried off. "HILDE!" she shrieked in between sobs. In one last cry of hope, she went against her own teachings. Went against everything she'd ever believed in.. She had taught her daughter to never bow down to those who opposed her own beliefs. She'd taught her daughter to always stand strong and she'd been amazed that her little girl had listened and obeyed so willfully as such a young age. But she had to make sure that this cry of hope got through to her daughter, so maybe she could live...have a life. As she screamed it, her heart broke and her eyes became lifeless and cold. "HILDE! Do whatever they say sweetie!! Whatever they say, do you hear me?! Hilde!!! Do it for mommy!! I love you!! Mommy loves you sweetie!!!!" And with those last words, she stopped struggling.
Hilde watched helplessly as they pulled her mother behind the truck. She couldn't see her anymore...the young woman was too far behind the truck, and the man carrying her was getting farther away from her mommy's truck and even closer to the one she'd soon be in...He was going faster. Why? Why was he taking her away from her mommy? And so quickly...what was happening?
And had she just heard her mother tell her to do whatever these men said?
Had her mother just said...to do it for her? To do it for mommy? Yes...she had said exactly that...
"I'll do it for you mommy..." her tears stopped flowing as the shot rang out...
She saw the blood...it came just as quickly as the shot had gone, spattering bright red color over the pavement beside the truck, clumsily splashing over the dull green tone of the truck.
The little girl's eyes became vacant as she heard the faint voices begin a heated argument. "Damn it! How much more of a fool could you be!? I told you to do that in her yard, you idiot! Now we have blood all over the truck!"
Hilde heard a loud smack as the man holding her placed her gently in the back of his truck. She was pretty sure someone had just received a harsh reprimand. She looked up at the soldier with no emotion in her eyes. In spite of this, he winked and smiled at her. He was rather handsome...and in fact, he didn't look mean at all.
He began whispering to her. "Little raven.." he nicknamed softly, "...please. Sit down with the other children and I'll make sure you all are taken care of. Please trust me. Okay, little one?"
"Throw her traitorous body into the truck you imbecile! We still have a lot of traitors to collect. You've already earned enough demerits. One right now in fact...being responsible for washing the truck. TWICE. I suggest you hop to it unless you want more!"
The solder being reprimanded quickly picked up the lifeless body and threw it crudely into the back of the truck...
This is disgusting, the handsome soldier thought to himself.
Those soldiers were talking as casually as if someone had ruined their new shirt by spilling something on it! They'd just taken a human life and were talking as if she were just another piece of trash... something to be rid of and quickly forgotten.
The man who'd been carrying Hilde, spit on the pavement as he closed her into the back of the truck signaling his hatred for these other men. "Damned Oz soldiers... They want harmony for everyone just as much as I want a gunshot up my ass." He climbed into the cab of the truck and started up the car. He waited when he spotted a soldier walking up in his rearview mirror. A tired sigh escaped his lips as he rolled down the window.
"Go on ahead in front of us. We've still got a whole bunch of traitor scum to deal with. None of the others have children, so just go and take the ones you have to the orphanage. Or dump them in the river...either one would be fine!" He laughed coldly.
The handsome soldier gave a fake laugh...
The soldier finally stopped laughing at his own joke and replaced it with a vile smirk. "No...we can't dump them in the river. We need more soldiers. Master Lynn wants more computer geeks and he says we need'em started out young. These little brats will be perfect...they all come from the traitor's homes. All of them should be exceptionally intelligent... Although, if you WERE to dump them off, I wouldn't tell that they hadn't just been in the way of their parent's murders..." He patted the side of the truck and winked, obviously expecting that the driver would choose dumping them off. "Well, better be off. The captain is gonna ream my ass if I don't get back. Move it a long."
The driver didn't have to be told twice. As soon as the Oz soldier was out of the way, he drove off, leaving the murderers far behind. He pulled off his jacket, and flipped off his cap. Spitting on both of them, he threw them into the seat next to his. His thoughts quickly turned from disgust, to the scared children in the back of the truck. "I'll make sure all of you are safe little ones...I promise."
After what seemed to be hours of driving, Hilde finally felt the truck come to a halt. She looked at all the little children around her. Some were older, some were younger, but most were her age. None of them had spoken a word the whole trip...she figured it was because they had all seen the same thing she had. The shot, the blood, the yelling...it all came back to her in a rush.
Before she knew what she was doing, she was doubled over on the floor of the truck, sobbing. Every single one of the little children watched the sobs wrack her body. Those that didn't start crying in that instant, had already cried so much that they just couldn't cry anymore...
The two doors on the back of the truck opened letting dim light come through. It was sunset...they'd been riding for hours, just as Hilde had expected.
"Okay little ones." The handsome soldier said in a kind, yet saddened voice. "Lets go find you all good homes..." He turned his attention to the little raven haired girl who was sobbing in the middle of all the children. He slowly climbed into the truck and gently cradled her in his arms. "And you, my little raven... you will come with me to meet Father and Sister... They'll help you get back on your feet little one..."
The children piled out of the truck and marveled at the small town around them. The soldier climbed out of the truck with Hilde in his arms. "Little ones, there are kind people here in this town who will take you in and care for you. I can't stay with you much longer. So be good. Your mommies and daddies would be very proud of you if they could see you now. Please be good for them...and for your future care takers." He knelt down to their level, still holding a softly crying Hilde. "If you do that, no more mean men will ever show up again, okay? You'll be safe here for now, children. Just be good..." A tear slid down his cheek as he rose up and led the small group of children around the town. After visiting each of the planned houses, he walked away...satisfied with the thoughts of the children having a semi-normal life, finally. He looked down at the now sleeping little girl he held in his arms.
"Little raven...you certainly have been through a lot. God has blessed me immensely, and somehow I know he'll do a lot for you too, sweet one." He smiled as he walked up to the church. The doors opened expectedly, revealing two bright smiling figures.
"Welcome, friend. I see you have a visitor for us?" The smiling preacher held out his arms, reaching for Hilde slowly.
The young nun that stood beside him beamed sweetly as she gazed upon the sleeping child.
The soldier nodded as he handed the little girl gently to the kind man. "An angel, Father Maxwell...I brought you an angel..."
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Whoa! What's gonna happen next? Well, next, Hilde wakes and makes a new friend...but before she does, disaster strikes...R&R please! ^_^