BG: I'm back with chapter 2!
All: Yay.
KL: I still can't find those damn socks!
JAG: forget the socks, where's the elephant darts?
BG: Gah… critics. Anyway, Gundam isn't mine, nor are the characters. (NO DUO!!! ::cries::) I don't own The Hymn of Red October, which is the inspiration of this story. Nor do I own any apples at this point in time.
CM: what's the point in that?
BG: I dunno, I felt like adding it. Oh, And I wanna thank Cleckmoon for editing chapter 2. Actually, she made it better… what the hell was I thinking about saying "scitching"?!?!?
CM: The world may never know.
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The Beginning of Chaos
It sounded like someone was eating a fresh, crisp, apple, but was only the sound of footsteps walking in the snow. The refreshing cold breeze washed over Relena's face as she was walking home from school. It was dark, not only because of wintertime, but because the teacher kept her after and gave her a scolding. Plus made Relena write 10 pages of "I shall not disobey my teacher and my government." She made a face of disgust. "How can anyone follow these rules and like them?" she questioned herself.
Also her fellow students; they made her sick. How could they just sit there, without a care? How could they be so passive about what is just in front of their nose's. A girl came up to her today after the teacher told Relena to stay after. "You shouldn't fight it."
"They are all brain-washed. They just sat there, writing, and paying attention to that nonsense that teacher was spewing out. Honestly…" she sighed, "At least I stand up for what I believe in, they don't even try," she said.
She walked in silence for a little while till something stung her senses. The smell of burning, but it was more than just firewood. She looked up and saw her home… burned to the ground. Ember was glowing and burning what was left to be burnt. She stood in shock, having trouble to breath. Both the sight and the smell over whelmed her being. She could only choke out, "Oh …God." And she inhaled deeply and sharply. Then she remembered the fight… the rebellion…
Her father's words flashed through her mind. How could she have been so stupid? Shaking her head in disbelief, she dropped her books and grabbed her head. "Father… You didn't, you aren't!"
A gunshot fired and echoed through the air. It had started… the fight. "No, father!" Running as fast as her legs could, she ran to the town square. Turning a corning she fell face first on the ice. Slipping and stumbling, she got back onto the snow and ran down a small alley.
Stopping at the end, before entering the square, she saw the massacre. The place was lit by a bonfire, and the death and hatred all around was so thick you could feel it. The red of blood and the stain of ash hadn't touched hardly any snow, and limp bodies laid all over. People, or more like savages, attacked each other with clubs, knives, and fists. Two men came over, fighting, and that is a death she witnessed. The uniformed man just slit the throat of the other, then ran back towards the middle of the fight without a thought.
"How… How could he just kill like that?" she whispered. Her teeth chattered, from the cold, to the cold emotions, to being scared. Her eyes then saw something… a uniformed man, no, a boy her age who was killing his own kind. She followed him and saw him leave through a different alley.
Her eyes turned back to the brawl and there she saw him lying on the ground almost dead. Her eyes watered and she ran towards a man on the floor, screaming, "oh god… FATHER!"
She didn't care about anything else, only for the well being of her father. She didn't care if she got shot, she just wanted to see, no, pray that her father is all right. Landing and kneeling besides her fallen father, she quickly looked him over. There was a bullet wound in his abdomen. 'One shot heard, one shot used' she thought. "No! Father! Wake up! It's Relena!"
It seemed like nothing could stop her from crying. Her father's eyes opened slightly and he raised a shaking hand to her face to wipe her tears. "Relena…"
"Father, you can't leave me. Please, lets go to the doctors, we can still heal you-."
"-Relena, it is too late for me. You must listen to what I must say before I am excepted into the next world."
"Don't talk like that…"
"Relena, listen I beg of you. You are not a… Dorlian. Not of…Dorlian blood. You are a Peacecraft. The…daughter of the Peacecraft… family who first wanted… freedom from this world. Unlike us, he… was caught early in the years of thinking up… his plans and killed. I took you before they could… have hurt you. Relena… I love you like my own daughter, now please… don't… cry."
With those last words, his hand fell to the snow… and he was gone.
"No! Father! Please! Wake-up, father!" Arms flew around her waist and grabbed her. She was being lifted and pulled back. Relena tried to struggle reaching for her father's mortal body. With her limbs reaching out, she wished them to stretch so she can grab a hold of her father and never let go again. "FATHER!" she cried once more.
The person who grabbed her, threw her to the ground, and quickly got on top of her, pinning her at her wrists and legs. He wasn't the same boy as before but still looked the age of sixteen. His long braided hair hung down as he looked like one of the Americans.
"Get off me you pervert! I want to go back to my father! Let me go you asshole!"
"That's enough, Relena! We all honored your father but it's over! Calm down! The G.O.Ss will hear you!"
"The 'gos'?"
"Those uniformed bastards back there! Now I'm asking you nicely to please stop moving before I have the urge to slap you!"
The boy cautiously got up after Relena had stopped thrashing about. But with a swift kick Relena swiped his feet from under him and took off on a run. The uniformed boy appeared from the shadows and grabbed her, quickly sticking a needle into Relena's arm. She yelped in pain and smacked away the metal object, but not before getting injected with a yellow substance. "What did you do… to… me?" Then Relena was submerged into total darkness.
The boy who was tripped to the ground walked up to the passed out Relena in the other boy's arms. "You couldn't hold her from getting away?" he asked, in a serious but emotionless tone.
"Listen. You try falling head over heels and hitting the hard ground on your head, then getting back up again" answered the braided one, with more attitude in his voice.
"I thought that thick skull of yours wouldn't mind hitting the hard floor."
"I resent that," he said, rubbing his head.
"Let's go." They disappeared down the dark alley.
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TheGoku: Only… two… pages!?
JAG: I hate you… We wait so long and we get so LITTLE!? INJUSTICE!
BG: oh boy… well, the next chapter should be longer. I hope at least.
CM: Do you know what I just figured out? You can make me say whatever they hell you want!
BG: so true! I cvan make you say you are a cheese head and you couldn't do anything about it… but then again your real self can kick my ass the next time she sees me. ::shudders::