Mobile Suit Gundam SEED: A Bloody Dawn
Chapter 3.
"ADEL! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" I wasn't about to let him die, I wouldn't let this monster hurt the last person to ever treat me like I was a human being. It's been so long since anyone has cared for me I forgot what it felt like. I wouldn't let the man who ruined me take away the person who saved me. My fingers tigthened on the controls of my mobile suit. The Raider Full Spec was so fast, the accleration would have rendered me unconcious if it wasn't for the drugs coursing through my veins. They willed me to fight and kill, to be a ruthless monster to those I faced, but now not even they could stop the tears.
It was a sharp pain, my body was on fire, I could feel the flesh peeling and melting from my bones, as that beam saber doug into my body. The pain was agonizing, and I screamed. Not even the drugs could sheild me from the tremendous pain. It's all I could think about and feel, but it started to fade. They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. That's true now I suppose, The pain was gone, I felt at peace watching the last fleeting bits of innocence being stripped from me.I always wondered what death would be like, but I was discovering eternal peace must have been a joke when my life began flashing before my eyes. I didn't want to remeber it, none of it! Even the good times seem too painful looking back on them.
Joining the military as the daughter of a high ranking official. I was spoiled and I knew it, none of the other men or women on the base treated me as normal. I sometimes wondered if someone placed a handle with care sign on my back. I didn't know what real war was like, I had only been in a combat flight simulator twice. I wasn't ready for anything the war was going to throw at me. I wanted to be a pilot, so I joined the Earth Alliance Air services. I spent the first year of the war fling F-7D Spearheads on ground support missions, and against mobile suits.
I couldn't stop them, our planes were brushed away like flies. I remember watching a shell from a GiNN's assualt rifle ripp away the life of a man, whom I had more then friendly interest in. I was there right next to him when he screamed in agony. I could remember spending two nights in my bunk just crying. Everyone thought I was suffering from combat fatigue. They called me a fragile child, a little baby who couldn't take the heat. I hated them for that, I did my best to prove myself to be a tough strong women, but I just kept failing mission after mission. That's when I heard about the first mobile suits, the Strike Dagger units had reached Panama to protect the mass driver.
I hated not being able to stop my enemy so I transfered when the first Strike Dagger units arrived. It was May tenth so shortly after the tragedy of JOSH-A, I know because I watched the news more then anyone. My father was stationed at JOSH-A and someone I knew, someone special to me, he was there too. When my approval came in I was extatic though, I would be transfered to the pilot school in California. My orders were to ship out May Twenty Seventh and from there there I would learn to be the best mobile suit pilot ever! But, that's not the hand fate dealt me, then again when does fate every give you just what you want? If only my tranfer would have come sooner, maybe then none of this ever would have happened, maybe then I'd still have been able to look at myself without feeling dirty. If only I'd never met that bastard that day.
Maybe twenty-fifth. It was like any other day, or that's what I'd thought. Oh god was I wrong..."Shehara! PAY ATTENTION! THOSE COORDINATOR BASTARDS ARE COMING HERE! WE'VE GOT TO BE READY!" That's what my CO told me, he was a kindly oldman, but today was a bad day to space out. ZAFT was reeling after their defeat at JOSH-A so they were going to attempt to take Porta Panama's Mass Driver. That was supposed to stop our troops from reaching space, though there was no way that'd happen on my watch.
"SORRY SIR! I APOLOGIZE!" I stood up from my desk, and soluted him proudly, the military thing had grown on me in all these years. At least now I'd get a jump on some of the other students I'd be attending the academy with. It was weird hearing about the basics of mobile suit piloting, as if that would be enough against ZAFT regulars. Though we all hoped it would be, after all it had to be if we were to defend Porta Panama. We were going through the same basic operating procedures for three weeks since the new Daggers arrived. They told us those who flew the fighters would have the easiest time adjusting, though that to me was crap.
"It's fine pilot, just don't let it happen again. This is your last lesson, today you'll have to put this education to use. Our intelligence newtwork collected photos of a ZAFT fleet preparing to advance on Panama. After their routing at JOSH-A, they've got no choice to disrupt our momentum by taking over our mass driver. I can't stress enough how vital it is we succeed." I still couldn't believe my ears. It was almost impossible to beleive they were sending us into combat. Of course when it finally began sinking in that feeling crawled it's way into my stomach and made me want to vomit.
For a moment the world seemed to spin around my head, before I managed to get control of myself. Listening to the lecture I began to nod off again, my fantasy of that cute pilot I saw earliar that day poping into my head again. Sure he was kinda old, but older men had their charms... I giggled a bit at the thought of Mr. Jean Carrey, and the idea of being Mrs. Shehara Heinrich Carrey.It was so amazing how sophisticated those glasses made him look. Oh, and those perfect teeth, and that short blond hair. Oh it was all so cute, and yet those broad shoulders made him so sexy. However I regrettably had to put a halt to those thoughts when I heard the load roar of the commander once again. "SHEHARA HOW THE THE HELL DO YOU INTEND TO BE A PILOT IF YOU CAN'T PAY ATTENTION FOR MORE THEN THREE MINUTES!?"
It was a good question and I didn't exactly have an answer for him. My dumb stare certianly seemed enough though as he indignantly turned and went back to the briefing. I pouted a bit at the thought of angering my future husband but there wasn't much I could do about it. I mean it was his fault I couldn't pay attention, he was too damned good looking, Jean Carrey. I blushed at just the thought of his name as the lesson continued to roll by. It was almost over when the siren rang. Even with our advanced warning we still were so under prepared. We scrambled for the mobile suit hangar, I personally knocked over my desk and five others on my way scrambling out of the classroom heading for the hangars. I didn't want to pilot the mobile suits but what choice was there? It might not have been a fighter but at least I had more of a chance in that then I did in a plane. There was no time to change into a normal suit, so I didn't bother heading to the locker room like so many others did. My uniform was good enough even with my short skirt that was probably just a little out of place.
When I'd arrived at the hangar shots with the advanced troops were already being fired. ZAFT mobile suits were raining from the sky and pouring over the land. I'd arrived just in time to see Mr. Carrey take off in his Silver Long Dagger. Even his mobile suit looked amazing. They'd called him the Glittering Star, and it was clear why just now. I was about to rush into the hangar after my momentary daze when that stray shell landed infront of me. The force tossing my body into the air like a rag doll. I felt so helpless for the moments I was awake. When my head slammed into the ground I was out cold. Floating in blackness as if I'd just closed my eyes. When they opened again ZAFT was routing us, I had no idea why our mobile suits weren't moving but no one was fighting back. And those bastards they were killing my friends while they couldn't defend themselves. A single Dagger with a hole in it's cockpit rested only a yard or two away. Blood seeping from the gaping wound as if the mobile suit itself was bleeding. I wanted to cry and my knees began to give way. Before I knew what was going on I found myself on my knees tearings flowing freely down my face.
The ZAFT mobile suits were in the main part of the base now. I was all alone the survivors were being brutally murdered right before my eyes. I felt numb, my body frozen with fear, unable to look away I just watched as they made their way through the ranks to me. I was like a scared little rabit. A source of amusement for the men standing over me at that moment. I heard someone's voice." Oden! Lt. Bernett! What are we going to do with her? We can't just kill her!"
"Don't be silly Yuki I have other uses for her," that was all I heard before my body gave out on me once more. The feelings of numbness were perhaps the best things I felt during those moments of uncounciousness. When I woke up I cringed at the sight of that blue haired man. Hunched forward over me. His thrusts were rough and wild. My body had long since given into his efforts in my previously unconcious state. It suddenly felt sick, I wanted to vomit the feelings of anguish and pain. I couldn't honestly describe them. He was Coordinator filth and he was defiling me. I'd never hated Coordinators to that point in the war. Not really, sure I was supposed to but, I found it so hard but it was easy at that moment. Easy to hate them, and easier to hate myself for having allowed this to take place. I tried to resist, but he was too strong. He pinned me beneath him with ease. Whispering about how my sturggles only made things easier. I stood like a statue as he finished, I couldn't do anything. I just curled into a ball and cried, I cried the rest of that night. I was ruined, defiled, ugly. What man could possibly want me now?
"I'm dirty."
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