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I stepped off the ship and fell to my knees, there was much hate here. They all loathed me and I knew it, they had right to, I killed their families mercilessly. The professor was dead, Mr. Bloom took my hand I was frightened. After I had returned from my trip I was a little better, not so cold. The Columba rested here, with my mother. I picked up the cage where my dove cooed merrily, The dove was my best friend. Intended to be used as a tool, someone to inhabit the Columba when I wasn't in it, someone with little brain waves as not to disrupt the Columba's systems.
"RE!" Trow called excitedly, running to me and wrapping his arms around me, he clasped hands with Uncle He and Mr. Bloom, my traveling companions. Trow's eyes were bright and big, his soft blonde hair fell over his eyes just like my father's. My mother cried when she saw me, she did not bring me into an embrace I think she was afraid of what was inside me, what she would feel as I got close. I wondered if she had entered the Columba when I was gone, I hoped she hadn't, I didn't want her to feel the things I felt as I killed.
I walked up to one of the bedrooms in this strange house, I had destroyed the one I lived in as a child. My hands were shaking and I was pale and weak, this hate was taking its toll on me. I was back here for one reason only, apology. I needed to be forgiven, and I would go to all costs to do it, anything to justify my actions. I looked over my speech and sighed, the banquet was tomorrow…all the surviving Tarians were going to be at the banquet, and they could all fit into that one room. My family was sick, I knew it was because of me the hate from the remaining Tarians left us all feeling weak. Uncle Hee took me under his wing as I recovered from the professor, it didn't do much good but he understood me. He walked into the room and sat down, our deep blue eyes met in a silent greeting
"What's the matter?" He asked. I shrugged and turned towards the window it was getting dark I shuddered. Uncle Hee rubbed his callused hand on my shoulder and turned away
"You don't need to be scared anymore, dove" he said as he walked out the door shutting it behind him. I fell asleep looking at the window, when I woke up I couldn't see anything. I screamed, my parents found me pale and shaking in my bed. My father wrapped his arms around me as much as I knew it pained him, I could see his face tighten as he felt my feelings. He let me go to grab at his chest, eyes wide in pain Mr. Bloom escorted him out.
"I'm sorry, I was careless I shouldn't have left you in the dark." My mother's tears flowed again. She knew, she had seen it all through the Columba she saw my feelings and she knew about them all. I turned away in shame, silence soothing my pain. I felt her hands in my hair, they were ice cold…she was just like me. I saw her comforting me with her own pain, her arms wrapped around my shoulders
"I'm sorry" she whispered and I felt her tears on my cheek. I couldn't sleep after that so I went out to the Columba, I ran my hand down its perfect surface for the first time in months I felt all the feelings it contained but was unable to vent…this was a dangerous craft. The Columba was a time bomb, I could feel it ready to go off, the machine couldn't function until the atmosphere was right around here, and nothing could be fixed unless we kept hidden our emotions. I didn't dare enter it, I couldn't face my mother when she was like me. The memories came anyway, I guessed there was something the Columba needed me to see, it was my mother like always dark hair and bright eyes…far too innocent to have killed so many. She was sleeping under the stars, dwarfed by the Columba's large hand, the moon cast white beams upon her face and sleeping form…and upon a motorcycle on the ground, the same motorcycle Uncle Hee gave me for my trip. I touched the Columba sadly, it was trying to show me what I had felt when I touched my mother, I was following in mother's footsteps. As much as mother refused that fact, she cried because she couldn't save me from her fate…from my father's, from Mr. Bloom's and Uncle Hee's, from father Maxwell's or any of the others. My fate had already been determined, it was sealed with the deaths of my victims.
I pulled on a clean white dress and walked downstairs only Mr. Bloom and Uncle Hee sat at the table, my family was too sick to get up.
"It's me isn't it? Its my fault my family is sick." I asked in my careful steady monotone.
"You're full of pain, like a bomb…your family is sensitive to that." Mr. Bloom's own monotone out shone mine from his years of practice. I glanced at Hee, he was sipping coffee thoughtfully and just starring out into space. For the next 2 hours Mr. Bloom and I did the same, soon Trow came downstairs he looked pale. His hand raised in a feeble greeting as all three of us cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Don't guys, that is really scary!" He smiled and walked over to the table. He placed one of his hands on mine
"How I've missed you" he mused his warm smile hardly melting the ice at the table. I blinked my eyes and half smiling returned the kind gesture. I had missed him too, but there was no way for me to portray my feelings to him right now.
The banquet was delayed due to my mother's death. She died quietly in her bed, her funeral was in a few days. I sat stunned when I heard the news…I didn't want things to change so I went to my room and slept, slept in the dark place until it was time for her services. I wore black and gray, scarf and gloves as she had, people would brake down in tears before me saying they had mistaken me for my mother. Trow pulled me into a small room
"You look just like mother" he exclaimed pushing me back and admiring my choice of clothing.
"You're wrong, mother was beautiful." I said dryly facing away he took my hand and spun me to face the mirror
"But Re, you are beautiful" he whispered hugging me to his chest. I felt a tear and then another, soon they were countless and I was crying into my brother's shoulder, he was crying too.
The house was dark and silent, I fingered the crystal beads on my peace crown, all Tarians are given a peace crown at birth its like a promise to follow Tarian ways. Goodness knows I didn't deserve mine. Trow and Mr. Bloom sat near me, starring into space as if there was something there that might make everything better. My thin white robe draped behind me as I ascended the stairs, I would have to face my people sooner or later, and tonight was the night. I threw the dress I was planning to wear aside, it was white…murderers didn't wear white. I donned the black, simple dress I wore to my mother's funeral. Death wore black. I sat in the dark with my intense fears I deserved a little time in the dark place for all I had done wrong. The door cracked open and my father walked in, thin from sickness and sadness…his tuxedo hung loosely around his thin frame.
"Are you ready, my re?" He asked softly taking my hand, I nodded there was no fear.
I stood up in front of the crowd, I spotted Glavious, and a scornful expression was played out on his beautiful face. The faces of all of them held scorn in regard of what I had done, I had killed their loved ones in a vessel made for peace. As much as I explained my actions the contempt ran deeply and freely in their souls. I set my crown before them and bowed, there was no forgiveness…no lessening of pain for either side. But perhaps the scorn was lifted a little because of what I had said, I'm sure they would have killed me given the chance but what would that solve, I wished for death. I entered the Columba later, feeling heavily my mother's spirit. There was something she wanted to show me. It was my father, loose tuxedo replaced by a warm robe, his eyes were sullen and his hair was messed. Tears stained both his cheeks, there was a knock at the door and Mr. Bloom walked in.
"Little one, you can't be sad forever," He said softly sitting beside my father.
"You couldn't know what I'm feeling! You never cared about anyone enough to hurt this much!" My father's face showed anger as well as his ever-present sadness.
"You're wrong…" Mr. Bloom's voice was very soft and low. The anger melted from my father's face.
"I'm…"my father started but Mr. Bloom interrupted
"Please, let me take you in my arms and ease your pain with my kiss, just like when we were young…you know I only live for you." My father wrapped his arms around Mr. Bloom's neck and his tears ran fresh again
"Oh Trowa, please stay by my side, things will be good again I know it." He said softly into Mr. Bloom's strong shoulder. And though I couldn't see it I could sense it plain as day…the Columba smiled.
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I stepped off the ship and fell to my knees, there was much hate here. They all loathed me and I knew it, they had right to, I killed their families mercilessly. The professor was dead, Mr. Bloom took my hand I was frightened. After I had returned from my trip I was a little better, not so cold. The Columba rested here, with my mother. I picked up the cage where my dove cooed merrily, The dove was my best friend. Intended to be used as a tool, someone to inhabit the Columba when I wasn't in it, someone with little brain waves as not to disrupt the Columba's systems.
"RE!" Trow called excitedly, running to me and wrapping his arms around me, he clasped hands with Uncle He and Mr. Bloom, my traveling companions. Trow's eyes were bright and big, his soft blonde hair fell over his eyes just like my father's. My mother cried when she saw me, she did not bring me into an embrace I think she was afraid of what was inside me, what she would feel as I got close. I wondered if she had entered the Columba when I was gone, I hoped she hadn't, I didn't want her to feel the things I felt as I killed.
I walked up to one of the bedrooms in this strange house, I had destroyed the one I lived in as a child. My hands were shaking and I was pale and weak, this hate was taking its toll on me. I was back here for one reason only, apology. I needed to be forgiven, and I would go to all costs to do it, anything to justify my actions. I looked over my speech and sighed, the banquet was tomorrow…all the surviving Tarians were going to be at the banquet, and they could all fit into that one room. My family was sick, I knew it was because of me the hate from the remaining Tarians left us all feeling weak. Uncle Hee took me under his wing as I recovered from the professor, it didn't do much good but he understood me. He walked into the room and sat down, our deep blue eyes met in a silent greeting
"What's the matter?" He asked. I shrugged and turned towards the window it was getting dark I shuddered. Uncle Hee rubbed his callused hand on my shoulder and turned away
"You don't need to be scared anymore, dove" he said as he walked out the door shutting it behind him. I fell asleep looking at the window, when I woke up I couldn't see anything. I screamed, my parents found me pale and shaking in my bed. My father wrapped his arms around me as much as I knew it pained him, I could see his face tighten as he felt my feelings. He let me go to grab at his chest, eyes wide in pain Mr. Bloom escorted him out.
"I'm sorry, I was careless I shouldn't have left you in the dark." My mother's tears flowed again. She knew, she had seen it all through the Columba she saw my feelings and she knew about them all. I turned away in shame, silence soothing my pain. I felt her hands in my hair, they were ice cold…she was just like me. I saw her comforting me with her own pain, her arms wrapped around my shoulders
"I'm sorry" she whispered and I felt her tears on my cheek. I couldn't sleep after that so I went out to the Columba, I ran my hand down its perfect surface for the first time in months I felt all the feelings it contained but was unable to vent…this was a dangerous craft. The Columba was a time bomb, I could feel it ready to go off, the machine couldn't function until the atmosphere was right around here, and nothing could be fixed unless we kept hidden our emotions. I didn't dare enter it, I couldn't face my mother when she was like me. The memories came anyway, I guessed there was something the Columba needed me to see, it was my mother like always dark hair and bright eyes…far too innocent to have killed so many. She was sleeping under the stars, dwarfed by the Columba's large hand, the moon cast white beams upon her face and sleeping form…and upon a motorcycle on the ground, the same motorcycle Uncle Hee gave me for my trip. I touched the Columba sadly, it was trying to show me what I had felt when I touched my mother, I was following in mother's footsteps. As much as mother refused that fact, she cried because she couldn't save me from her fate…from my father's, from Mr. Bloom's and Uncle Hee's, from father Maxwell's or any of the others. My fate had already been determined, it was sealed with the deaths of my victims.
I pulled on a clean white dress and walked downstairs only Mr. Bloom and Uncle Hee sat at the table, my family was too sick to get up.
"It's me isn't it? Its my fault my family is sick." I asked in my careful steady monotone.
"You're full of pain, like a bomb…your family is sensitive to that." Mr. Bloom's own monotone out shone mine from his years of practice. I glanced at Hee, he was sipping coffee thoughtfully and just starring out into space. For the next 2 hours Mr. Bloom and I did the same, soon Trow came downstairs he looked pale. His hand raised in a feeble greeting as all three of us cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Don't guys, that is really scary!" He smiled and walked over to the table. He placed one of his hands on mine
"How I've missed you" he mused his warm smile hardly melting the ice at the table. I blinked my eyes and half smiling returned the kind gesture. I had missed him too, but there was no way for me to portray my feelings to him right now.
The banquet was delayed due to my mother's death. She died quietly in her bed, her funeral was in a few days. I sat stunned when I heard the news…I didn't want things to change so I went to my room and slept, slept in the dark place until it was time for her services. I wore black and gray, scarf and gloves as she had, people would brake down in tears before me saying they had mistaken me for my mother. Trow pulled me into a small room
"You look just like mother" he exclaimed pushing me back and admiring my choice of clothing.
"You're wrong, mother was beautiful." I said dryly facing away he took my hand and spun me to face the mirror
"But Re, you are beautiful" he whispered hugging me to his chest. I felt a tear and then another, soon they were countless and I was crying into my brother's shoulder, he was crying too.
The house was dark and silent, I fingered the crystal beads on my peace crown, all Tarians are given a peace crown at birth its like a promise to follow Tarian ways. Goodness knows I didn't deserve mine. Trow and Mr. Bloom sat near me, starring into space as if there was something there that might make everything better. My thin white robe draped behind me as I ascended the stairs, I would have to face my people sooner or later, and tonight was the night. I threw the dress I was planning to wear aside, it was white…murderers didn't wear white. I donned the black, simple dress I wore to my mother's funeral. Death wore black. I sat in the dark with my intense fears I deserved a little time in the dark place for all I had done wrong. The door cracked open and my father walked in, thin from sickness and sadness…his tuxedo hung loosely around his thin frame.
"Are you ready, my re?" He asked softly taking my hand, I nodded there was no fear.
I stood up in front of the crowd, I spotted Glavious, and a scornful expression was played out on his beautiful face. The faces of all of them held scorn in regard of what I had done, I had killed their loved ones in a vessel made for peace. As much as I explained my actions the contempt ran deeply and freely in their souls. I set my crown before them and bowed, there was no forgiveness…no lessening of pain for either side. But perhaps the scorn was lifted a little because of what I had said, I'm sure they would have killed me given the chance but what would that solve, I wished for death. I entered the Columba later, feeling heavily my mother's spirit. There was something she wanted to show me. It was my father, loose tuxedo replaced by a warm robe, his eyes were sullen and his hair was messed. Tears stained both his cheeks, there was a knock at the door and Mr. Bloom walked in.
"Little one, you can't be sad forever," He said softly sitting beside my father.
"You couldn't know what I'm feeling! You never cared about anyone enough to hurt this much!" My father's face showed anger as well as his ever-present sadness.
"You're wrong…" Mr. Bloom's voice was very soft and low. The anger melted from my father's face.
"I'm…"my father started but Mr. Bloom interrupted
"Please, let me take you in my arms and ease your pain with my kiss, just like when we were young…you know I only live for you." My father wrapped his arms around Mr. Bloom's neck and his tears ran fresh again
"Oh Trowa, please stay by my side, things will be good again I know it." He said softly into Mr. Bloom's strong shoulder. And though I couldn't see it I could sense it plain as day…the Columba smiled.
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