:: I watched as the shuttle hurtled toward the
base. Inside the shuttle the boy with aquamarine eyes and I girl I knew was his
sister tried to get to the base in time. Tried to get to their father.
They
were too late.
The base exploded. The bright explosion took the place of the
stars. As before I felt myself merge with the person in my dream. My eyes filled
with tears. A terrible pain ribbed through my chest. I screamed, "Father!" ::
The room swung around dizzily. I closed my eyes then opened them. The dizziness faded.
With a start I realized I was in a bed. In an unfamiliar place. Where am I? I thought. A hospital my mind answered. Yes, I know I'm in a hospital.But which hospital?
My mental questions were cut off as the door to my room opened.I tensed instinctively looking for ways to get out.
A man in a brown suit followed by a man in a doctor's suit came in.
"Ah you're awake," the doctor said coming toward me. He lifted a hand to feel my pulse but I snatched it away.
"Who are you? Where am I? What happened?" The questions tumbled out of my mouth.
" I am Commander Donovan and this is Doctor Mitchel." The man in the brown suit said, " You are in the hospital wing of Lieav Base on L1 Colony. We found you in the rubble of a house that had been destroyed by some colony renegades. You've been in a coma for several weeks it seems that you have amnesia." He told me.
I bit my lip thinking. Something doesn't make sense. I can't put my finger on it but something doesn't sound right.
"Now that you're up I'll go get some clothes for you to wear other than that hospital gown," Doctor Mitchel said leaving the room.
I nodded turned my head to look out the window. It was partly open and a cool breeze brought the smell of roses wafting into the room. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Commander Donovan sitting on a chair hands folded looking at me. I frowned. I didn't trust him.
Doctor Mitchel came back in carrying some clothes and a small bag.
"Thank you," I said getting out of bed and making my way to the bathroom to change.
I closed the door and started to change out of the baggy hospital gown I was wearing. The clothes I had been given weren't exactly stylish but were comfortable at least. The were a pair of dark blue jeans and a white tank top. I had also been given a pair of brown lace up boots.
I looked at my reflection. My eyes were almond shaped and a dark bluish purple color with a hint of green. My hair was dark brown almost black with some golden highlights streaked through that fell to my waist. My face was oval with high cheek bones and a scattering of freckles across my nose. I was small even with the heels on the boots I was barely five foot three.
I sighed brushing a hand through my hair. I frowned as it got snagged on a knot. I opened the bag that had been given to me and looked through. It contained some hair accessories and a hair brush. Taking the brush out of the bag I began to get to work on my tangled hair. I braided my hair to keep it out of my face. To finish off I pulled a few wisps of hair out of the braid to frame my face. I smiled at the result.
Tossing the hair brush back into the bag I opened the door and got out of the bathroom.
"Well, you clean up nice," Commander Donovan said as he saw me.
My eyes narrowed, what is that supposed to mean? A compliment? Or something else? How come I have a feeling that they haven't told me everything about myself?
"Do you know what my name is?" I asked politely.
Doctor Mitchel shook his head, "No. You'll have to pick one for yourself."
I thought for a moment then decided, "Aileen. My name will be Aileen." I replied.
The light. The light in darkness.
:: The black haired Chinese boy glared at Treize as he felt the tip of his enemy's sword at his throat. "You win," he said dropping his own sword onto the ground. He closed his eyes expecting to feel pain as Treize beheaded him. Instead the sword came away from throat.
Confused he opened his eyes. "It was a fair fight. I will not kill you." Treize said calmly. ::
I shook my head to rid me of the image. Who are you? What are these things? Memories? Visions? Dreams?
I took off at a run away from the hall. Trying to escape the demons that harried me like a pack of wolves upon a rabbit
"Ah, so you like my garden," I looked up and saw Commander Donovan leaning against one of the stone pillars that lead into the garden.
"It's beautiful, sir." I replied.
"I planted it in memory of my wife. She loved flowers."
I nodded noticing how his eyes softened a little in memory.
"What happened to her?" I asked softly.
His eyes tightened again," she and our little baby, Jennifer were killed by colony renegades."
"I'm sorry," I said softly.
He shook his head, "Don't be. It was years ago. The main thing now is to stop them."
I nodded and turned my attention to a little humming bird that was suspended in the air its glittering jewel like wings whirling.
Did I loose family too? I wondered. So caught up in my thoughts I barely noticed when Commander Donovan left.
Finally I came to hanger. By the now the feeling was pulsing as if it was alive. Opening the lock on the hanger I pulled back the door and entered. At first I didn't see anything then as my eyes got used to the darkness I made out a huge slightly humanoid shape cloaked in brown canvas.
I felt like I was being tugged and pushed in the direction of that shape. My hands grabbed the canvas and a gave a tug. It came off the thing surprisingly easy. Clouds of dust rose from years of not being disturbed. Coughing and batting away at the clouds my eyes opened wide in shock as I saw what was before me.
It was a large white mobile suit.
A Gundam.
Wing Zero.
My mind supplied the identity of the thing. I climbed up the leg and pressed the button to open the cockpit. It opened somewhat sluggishly from not being used in years. I climbed in and settled against the harness. My hands found the controls as if drawn to them by magnets. A weird feeling swept over me.
The feeling that I had come home.