Wanders: Il Caduto Dimenticato
By Eve
"For great are your judgements, and hardly to be described; therefore
the unruly souls were wrong. For when the lawless thought to enslave
the holy nation, shackled with darkness, fettered by the long night,
they lay confined beneath their own roofs as exiles from eternal
providence."
- Wisdom 17:1-2
Part Two: This is Life as I've Seen It
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Gundam Wing, do you really think
that Hee-chan would have left at the end of Endless Waltz? Or
that emotional conflict would be that weak? Welcome to my
sadistic mind. I only have five dollars on me, so don't sue.
**
Each girl seems unresponsive when they were subjected to
the "newest" of the tests that were performed. The stamina
and stability of each girl especially Relena are completely
phenomenal. Merian and Hilde have both proved to the
council now countless of times that they perform well
under pressure. Catherine has also demonstrated a unique
talent of technological abilities. I'm a bit concerned with
Dorothy though. The young one seems to have an emotional
instability.
I have researched this subject further and it seems
that Dorothy might be a type of emotional reader with the
ability to "read" into the emotions gathered around her. The
problem, I've concluded lies more along the lines of when it
comes the time will she be able to handle herself? Will her
emotional instability affect the outcome of her
performance?
- Log of Dr. Eric Meyer, September A.C c190
**
I've always been lost to begin with. It's the truth in its rarest
from. Me, Dorothy Catalonia admitting to something that
prolonged myself to weakness...The whole absurdity of the
situation is nearly unnerving. Catherine says that I should
keep to myself though. If the council were to find out all
about my initial "problems", they'd increase the amount
of training I have. Almost as bad as Relena... And I know
I can't handle that...
- From the Journal of Dorothy Catalonia, 15 August A.C 191.
**
Bucharest, Romania
A.C 202
March 2
**
He found Catherine in the study waiting quietly for him. He
marveled at the fact that she sat unmoving, eyes focused on
the world viewed outside from in the house. He didn't
understand what was going on, but after watching both
Heero and Duo leaving with the other two girls he knew he
had to accept every explanation that was given to him.
"What are you looking at?"
Catherine's body tensed for a moment, but then as quickly as
it came she relaxed. She made no motion what so ever to turn
around. Instead, she chose to keep her eyes on the outside
world. He cleared his throat and tried again.
"We should get going, right?"
Silence.
It was like looking at a mirror image of his former self. Midii had
told him that one day he was going to meet someone just as bad
as he was and he would finally she why everyone had gotten so
frustrated with him. He took a step forward, unsure as what to
do or how to approach her. They needed to go...
"What are you trying to prove?"
He froze. "Excuse me?"
"What are you trying to prove?" Catherine repeated quietly. She
turned around, her violet eyes searching his own. She went on.
"There must be some motivation behind the five of you coming
here. You left behind your jobs and girlfriends just to fight in
this? There has to be a reason."
"What do you mean there has to be a reason? We came because
we were asked to come."
She pushed herself off the window ledge in the study, brushing off
her blue jeans. He found his eyes traveling down her body. She had
definitely changed. She looked older indefinitely, but in the sense of
being older and wiser and not to mention extremely beautiful. He
shook his head. He had Midii, tall and beautiful with an extremely
high intelligence. But he couldn't ignore the fact that Catherine looked
gorgeous. She wore a lavender tank top the revealed her well defined
arms. Her skin, a pale ivory before was no a bronze giving her an
earthly glow. Her hair had also grown. The curly, shoulder length
hairstyle was long gone and was replaced with endless strands of fire
placed into a simple bun. Violet eyes stared back at him with lips
pursed tightly together, almost as if she were challenging him.
She shook her head grabbing a shoulder bag from next to her. She
walked passed him and called over her shoulder.
"No one gets involved in this because they were *asked* to."
**
"Sir, preparations have been made. We are ready to
attack on your orders."
Far in the corner, Larson stood eyes watching his men prepare for orders
outside. A smirk lingered on his face. Yes, everything is going as planned.
He would be victorious.
**
Their footsteps echoed through the door, as she waited head held high
and eyes never wavering. The whole situation in itself was a scenario
of deja-vú.
A.C 188, March 23
The liberation of the Saint-Simon death camp.
She was eight.
It was something that had been imprinted in her memory for
ages and ages to come.
Blood and bruises.
Screams of the people who were being beaten in the prison
unmercilessly.
Footsteps were coming closer.
It was funny, a smirk slowly appearing across her wan features. She
had spent day and night relentlessly tormenting herself over the
initial concept of turning.
She was all ready there.
The pain, the longing, the unacceptance, it was all holding
her back.
They say that before you accept death you must embrace it. No matter
how cruel its distributed fate seemed. Acceptance would make one
stronger.
She smiled bitterly.
It was bullshit, if she heard it like any other.
Her fingers brushed the now fading cigarette burns. She
tormented herself endlessly. There was always that
possibility of what if. What if she didn't turn?
What if she did?
It finally came down to saying fuck it all.
She did it.
She gave in to her mind, her conscious, and the demon
within her soul.
Endless circle, she was the Demoness.
And the twisted part was that she wasn't what they were
expecting her to be.
Footsteps grew closer, pounding.
One...
Two...
Three...
Slowly, the curves of her lips formed a sardonic grin.
She was ten times as worse.
**
I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere in the clouds above...
- William Butler Yeats, "An Irish Airman
Foresees His Death"
**
Irony was such an interesting concept.
Paradox was merely a complexity.
There wasn't even a cloud in the sky, she noticed as she and
Duo entered the closed off town. Paci officials were
wandering about, shouting orders to each other. Hilde rolled
her eyes. The organization was becoming sloppy. Three days,
didn't they know that the government would eventually
become suspicious?
"This is it?" Duo's voice interrupted her thoughts.
She turned towards him, blue eyes sparkling with something
he couldn't quite place his finger on. "Uh-huh, this is it."
Desert isolation stretched from corner to corner. There wasn't
the slightest indication of any green life. She sighed. They'd
might as well had nuked the goddamn town. It seemed like the
smartest thing to do. For a millisecond, a dark expression
crossed her face. It would be the way she'd go to get her point
across.
Her hand shot out and grabbed Duo's arm. It was the
first time she'd initiated physical contact with her former best
friend. Violet eyes met hers in surprise; almost provoking a
cruel smirk which she violently pushed away. Now was not
the time.
"You're going to see a lot of disturbing things, Maxwell," the
thickness of her Spanish accent finally revealing itself to him.
She pointed to people lifting up bodies.
"I know you've seen some things in your own way, but I've got
to give you the heads up... It gets worse and I mean really bad.
So if you can't handle it, wait for me here."
"You think I can't handle it?"
She watched him, expression solemn. She closed her eyes and
loosened her grip on his arm.
"I know you can't handle it. And I don't know if I can stay
like this anymore."
She sighed.
"I can't promise I'll stay this way."
**
It's been a while,
Since I could look myself straight...
- Staind, "It's Been Awhile"
**
I don't know how to explain myself. I mean what do you expect?
I've got six doctors surrounding me like a swarm of bees. There
is a woman from Chilé who calls me her hijita [1]. Hijita? It's
beyond ironic. I'm her child, her creation... Yeah, uh-huh
whatever. Biggest bunch of nonsense I've ever heard. At least it's
not mi puta [2] like they called the other girls at camp. Margo, one
of the station soldiers that helped liberate the camp, had told me
I would be with 'them' now. I wish I had died instead...
- From the Journal of Hilde Schibecker, May A.C 188
**
Something wasn't right.
Merian's eyes snapped open and searched wildly around. Something was
terribly wrong. She pushed herself out of her chair, causing Wufei to be
startled out of his slumber.
"Onna?"
She said nothing, eyes wandering to the back of the plan checking to
see if the council members were in the back safe. They were there,
nonetheless, but she still couldn't shake the feeling of...
"Onna, what's wrong with you?"
Emerald eyes flashed and met with charcoal. "Stay here, I'm going
to check something."
With slow careful steps, she made her way towards the pilot
station. Gripping the knob, her eyes widen in surprise.
Shit.
She should have expected this.
**
"I'm sorry."
She looked up, expression filled with blatant surprise, letting the
anger briefly disappear and her eyes wander away from her
activity of watching. They had about lost the thugs that were
after them and in the process missed their flight. Relena was
not happy at all.
"Excuse me?"
Heero looked down at her and with a sigh repeated what he
had said. "I'm sorry for being an ass Relena."
She said nothing, but shook her head. It's amazing how much time
changes a person. She bit back a smirk. And maybe for Heero it
was for the better.
"Apology…"
Her response was cut off by the shrill sound of her cell phone
ringing. "Shit," she muttered, pressing the receive button.
"Rel."
"Stuttgart has informed me that position has not been
reached. What happened?"
She said nothing, motioning for Heero to keep watch. Doc was not
going to be happy about the prospects that were happening. Heero
and her had come to conclusion that the whole airport was blocked,
leaving them no choice but to stay and wait.
"We are blocked," she began. "They have the port under watch by
several soldiers. They can't really do anything though because of
the attention they might attract, there are UESA soldiers all over
the place too."
"So a leak must of..." came the mummer of a response from the
other line.
"It has to be. USEA whether or not informed of the situations in both
Rio and Stuttgart would have been cleaner. We're going to have to take
a detour someplace and then head to Germany. It's the only logic I can
think of now. Besides, I don't think Yuy can take being cooped up near
the Hungarian porn. Isn't that right, love?"
Heero shot her a glare and responded with his ever famous, "Hn."
Doc chuckled. "At least you two seemed to be getting along. From what
I hear Merian and Chang seemed to be tearing each other apart. They're
scheduled to land in two hours before I actually reinstate contact."
"What about Shi-chan and Maxwell?"
"I honestly don't know. I spoke to Mary in Rio and said that Hilde went
straight to work, leaving a bewildered Duo to wander. Trowa and
Catherine are on their way to the port on the south-side as we speak.
And Dorothy and the young Winner heir haven't had much contact..."
Relena closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. "She hasn't..."
"I'm afraid so. She's in full personality, cigarettes included. Those
damn things will kill her one-day. Winner is most definitely in for it."
She said nothing. Already? Dorothy had turned already? Fuck, she
thought. This isn't good.
"I must go, dear. I have to contact the others for the routine check.
Board the next flight to Paris as soon as you can. I'll have Jasper
meet you there."
"Jasper? Isn't that a bit cruel?"
She earned a laugh from the Doctor. "At least I know you'll never lose
that wit of yours."
Relena let a small smile cross her features, oblivious to Heero's lingering
gaze. "What can I say? It's always been the charming part of my
personality."
"Contact you later, m'dear."
She sighed and terminated the connection. She turned to face Heero,
whose eyebrow was raised in curiosity.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the French terminal.
"How's your French, Soldier-boy?"
**
They didn't have a chance.
She was further into the small pueblito [3], stepping over body after
body scourge in every type of degree. God, it was like she was
walking backwards into the past. Each minute she had been here, she
could connect anything and everything with what happened back
then. But this was too much.
"Hilde?"
She whirled around, surprised to meet the haunted gaze of Duo
Maxwell. Her expression darkened and she said nothing, a signal
for him to just speak because she wasn't in the mood.
"How..."
She shrugged, pushing all her emotions into a locked corner of
her mind. "People are sick, Duo. What do you want me to say?
It happens, so get used to it."
His eyes narrowed. "What's your fucking problem, anyway? You've
been treating me like shit since I got here. I mean I should be pissed
at you. Jesus, you're supposed to be fucking dead."
She gave him a bitter smile. "Well at least I didn't promise that I'd
come back."
Duo threw his hands up in the air, frustrated. "You knew why I had
to leave! There was a goddamn motherfucking war! What did you
want me to do? Call?"
She closed her eyes. "You think I enjoy standing in the middle of
a ghost town surrounded by fucking corpses. Do you think for
one moment that I had any fucking say in my position? For that
matter, do you think any of us did?"
Grabbing Duo's wrist, she pulled him to the nearest body. It leaned
against one of the many burned down houses that still had a foundation
left. Eye sockets had been left hollow; indications of force blatantly
obvious to any vision. The expression though was one of complete and
utter horror and left Duo forcing the rising bile down his throat.
"Imagine," Hilde mummered. "Imagine having to wake up to this
every day. Or living in constant fear of the fact that this might be
someone you know. I'm walking in my memories, Maxwell. This
was and still is my life."
Duo's response was cut off by a shot.
**
[1] Daughter
[2] My bitch (I'm becoming a potty mouth. It's a terrible thing)
[3] Small Town
**
R&R please!
Disclaimer: Owning GW would be a great birthday present. ::cough::
August 3...