To Tame a Beast
Rest of Summary,
Dilandau was created to be the perfect soldier, but became a complete failure due to his mental state. But, what if he wasn't the only project the Zaibach scientists were working on? What if Dilandau wasn't the only weapon made?
She stared at the bloody field. The fires from the countless houses continued to dance a crossed the starless night sky. The blood of the pure, the bodies of the innocent, and the remains of the guilty stained the ground. She closed her eyes trying to block it all out, but the smell of the burnt wood, the warm blood, and the screams that echoed in her mind wouldn't let her forget, she could still see it all even in the darkness. No matter how much she hated it, no matter how much she tried to shut it out, the secret thrill of it all played at the smile on her lips.
What had 'they' done to her? Why did this 'thing' she hated so much bring this thrill, this... excitement? She opened her eyes slowly again, their vibrant sapphire pools looked over the massacre she had just made. They slowly passed over the small bodies of the young children, who will never again know life, the bodies of the older ones, who will never become anything greater, and the bodies of the adults, who will never see their grandchildren. She had killed more than soldiers, more then the ones who could fight, the threat; she had killed needlessly but for what?
For the thrill, the power she felt when she cut down the soldiers, the 'high' she got from the screams of the dying, but none of this ever lasted. No it would leave when it was all over, leaving her feeling empty, alone, and lost; vulnerable. But, it was also the same feeling she had when she started these massacres. So when did this feeling of vulnerability become a thrill? The cruel smile that once played at her lips was gone, the feeling of being alone sweep through her body. Falling to her knees, she continued to stare at the burning village. Was this what 'they' wanted her to become? Something so soulless that cared not for the consequences of what it did, but rather for the feeling it received while doing it? What kind of monster had 'they' carved her into?
"Berserker..." The word left her lips soundly. Yes, the hated word, but it was what she had become, was it not? She had no control what she did, but she could see it all while it happened. So did it not make her that? A berserker, a warrior frenzied in battle, and invulnerable to the screams and pleads of the dying? She stare turned down to her black gloved hands. There was nothing there to ruin the pureness of that black, but to her eyes these hide the blood stained hands that could never be cleaned. She could barely remember what it was like before 'they' took her away. She could see the faces of people she once knew smiling at her, and once these helped her through it all. But now, she cursed them. How could the smile when she was in pain? When she was forced to kill like this for the 'security' it gave her?
No, the names of those people had been replaced with the memories of 'their' hands; the beatings, the information forced into her mind, the battle tactics, places, names of other people, but most of all 'their' hands. She shivered uncontrollably, even if it was too warm from the burning fires. She held herself trying to keep warm, to chase away the coldness that filled her. She sat there holding herself, looking at the ground down in front of her, no longer able to look at the destruction she had caused. After a few moments, the dry, dusty ground seemed to get wet from the drops of rain. But it took her mind time to register that it was not raining, but in fact, she was crying. It took her mind a few more minutes to realize that she was actually sobbing, rocking herself back and forth.
Lost, alone, and so empty. The void of the darkness crept on her, as the fires died to smoldering heaps. How long had she been like this? How long had she been here? When had the battle ended, the screams stop? The faint sound of beeping began to echo in her ear, it became louder when she registered where the sound was coming from. With her arms still wrapped around herself, she stood up and turned away from the village to look at the black monster behind her. The guymelef towered over her, its stealth cloak fluttered in the high wind here on the cliff's edge. Her tool, the thing she used to burn their bodies, cut down the soldiers. But was it her tool, or was she its tool? The beeping noise became louder, as a red light flashed in the cockpit. Silently she walked up to it, hesitated and pushed the button.
"009 are you there? I repeat 009, are you there? Please respond." She looked one last time at the destroyed village before responding the call of the monster.
"This is 009, mission complete."
I'm guessing I went the teaser... . ; O well, don't shoot me, I'll try to get chpt one up before tomorrow... if the old toggle doesn't steal the computer from me first