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Falling Angels: Chapter 1
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1 month before... (before the prologue, that is)
Relena Darlian/Peacecraft stepped of the shuttle on L1. She dragged her bags out behind her, and loved it. I finally get to move my own luggage! God, that feels good. She smiled, and left the spaceport.
Relena quickly went to the small apartment she had rented, grabbed some boxes from one of her bags, and ran into the bathroom. Half an hour later, she came out with her newly black hair in a tight braid.
She sat on the single couch, and turned on the TV. Flipping through channels, she came upon the local news.
"Breaking News: A shuttle approaching L2 had blown up. Cause unknown at this time. It is believed that Princess Relena Peacecraft was onboard that shuttle, on her way to the summit at L2." Relena gasped. "It is possible this is an assassination attempt. No word if the Princess is alive or dead. Stay tuned for updates as they are released."
Relena stared, aghast, at the TV. "Assassination? They were going to kill me?" She sat there for a few moments, shocked. Then it hit her, like a brick wall.
"Oh, no! Heero! Millardo! They'll think I'm dead! I just wanted to disappear. I didn't want this..." she pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her face in her knees. "What am I going to do? What can I do?" she mused, aloud, "I can't go back. What would it look like, 'Oh, it's OK, the princess was running away, so she wasn't hurt.' All of my credibility, down the drain. Plus, Millardo would never let me out of his sight again. And Heero...how can I let him think I'm dead? How can I let him know I'm alive?"
She sighed, and came to what she thought was the best course of action. The shuttle accident only served to cover her escape better still. She could only trust Heero to put two and two together and realize she wasn't on board. Her body wouldn't be recovered, and neither would her luggage. From the debris she saw on the news, a lot of luggage and bodies should be floating around. It wasn't a big bomb, it was placed to breach the passenger cabin, killing all inside. Heero should be able to figure it out.
But if he does, will he come looking for me? She wasn't sure. She knew Millardo or one of the other pilots might find she wasn't killed, but none of them had Heero's tracking skills. they would know she was alive, but not where. And even that would take them time. Does he care enough to come find me? Is that why I ran away, to test his feelings for me? NO! I ran away so I could be someone other than Princess Relena Peacecraft of Sank. she affirmed herself.
Pushing these thoughts out of her head, she turned off the TV, and set to building a life of her own. Not the life of Relena Peacecraft.
The life of Cerena Dorlian.
One month later....
The room was dank, dark, and smelled horrible. It was empty. No, not quite empty. A figure lie comatose in the corner. From the slow, shallow breathing that could be heard, it was sleeping. It turned over, in the midst of a dream, probably a nightmare. That simple movement sent spears of agony through it's bruised and broken body.
The girl sat up, slowly, steeling herself against the pain. As soon as she was ready, she lifted herself to her feet. Her prussian blue eyes clouded with pain, and then quickly cleared once more.
She made her way to the door, and tried the knob. It was locked. What a surprise. the girl thought to herself. She pulled a bobby pin from her hair and hunched over the lock. She gasped in pain, and then thought to check her injuries.
Bruised ribs, probably broken, nothing else too bad. Except for my head. It hurts like hell. she assessed. She then proceeded to pick the lock, ignoring the pain.
Soon, she was out of the small cell, and in need of an exit. She passed by several doors, but they all opened to other rooms, not the outside. One door opened to a pair of bunks, one to a kitchen, a small gym, and so on.
The last door in the hallway opened to a lounge. She saw someone watching TV in the center of the room. She crept silently over, dispite the agony it caused. She winced with the pain, and the figure turned.
"Well, if the little angel hasn't decided to pay me a visit." he sneered, taking out a gun.
She quickly threw herself forward and attacked the man. Before he could even remove the safety, she broke his neck. Standing back, she examined the man's face, no longer sneering, lifeless.
"Angels do not fall that easily." she said calmly. Sure it was him, the man she had been sent to kill, she said to herself, "Mission Accomplished."
Then she turned and left.
Two days? Two days have passed, and I'm still no farther than I was before. There has to be some way to get home without having to buy shuttle tickets. She realized there wasn't. She had to find someone she knew, here on Earth, who would help her.
Marie is out of the question. But, I need to go home. I probably need to go to the hospital too, for my head. But this Angel ain't going nowhere without a fake ID. she proclaimed, to herself. She racked her brain, however much it hurt, for someone she knew on Earth.
"Chris!" It came to her suddenly. She shouted his name out loud. He will help me, all I have to do it find him, or have him find me.
She dragged herself to a phone booth, and dialed the operator. A pretty young lady came on the screen, but the girl turned the visual off before the woman saw her.
"Hello. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, can you connect me to a Heero Yuy, please?"
"Heero Yuy? The Gundam pilot?" the lady's voice filled with curiosity.
"That'd be the one." she affirmed.
"OK, hold on one moment. Oh, who should I say it's from?"
"From Kitty."
OK, you like that? More coming soon!! I promise!!
-Ayanami_Chan
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