Wanders: Il Caduto Dimenticato
By Eve
"Nobody told me where to go
Nobody told me when to run..."
-Puddle of Mud
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- Part Six B: Resurrection of a Fallen Goddess
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Fear.
A feeling of anxiety and agitation caused by the presence or nearness of danger, evil, and/or pain.
Fear.
Respectful dread, awe, and/or reverence.
Fear.
They had all arrived together and were put into a small jeep in order to avoid any attracted and unwanted attention. The silence had been completely uncomfortable. Maxwell had done nothing but stare out the window, eyes blank and empty. Yuy had his eyes shut and revealed no emotion, but Wufei knew he was like himself. Concern for their respective partners tugging at the heart as well as massive confusion filled their minds.
The girls on the other hand were totally different that what he had expected them to be. Hilde was the only one showing any form of movement; hands trembling uncontrollably and her eyes were wandering wildly around the car. He could sense that she seemed to be fighting a great battle within herself. Merian was quiet; her eyes kept wandering to Relena and silently communicating with the other woman. The presence of the two seemed to calm him for some strange reason; it was like a deep reassurance to him.
But still the same, he and the other pilots never have had this kind of experience in a situation of whatever was going on.
And first time too, he felt very afraid.
Fear.
It was consuming his soul.
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She didn't waste anytime getting out of the taxicab as soon as it stopped in front of the restaurant. She didn't even bother waiting for Trowa as she walked to the door. All that mattered was the manila envelope in her arms and finding what the hell was going on.
"At least you're early."
She rolled her eyes and slid in across from Dorothy and very disturbed looking Quatre. Trowa, who obviously had been keeping the pace, slid in next to her.
"And you have a sense of humor about this because..." She snapped, causing Dorothy's eyes to darken and Quatre to shiver.
Interesting, she thought with a smirk. Reacting connection and not to mention he's got experiences in the psychic field.
"I'm not looking to play, mon cher. But if you're so insistent about this..."
Catherine rolled her eyes and pushed the manila envelope across the table, ignoring Trowa's burning gaze on her.
"I won't beat around the bush if you don't," she replied in a singsong voice.
Dorothy gave her the finger and tore open the envelope, peering inside. A smirk crossed her features and she gave a nodded to Catherine.
"This is absolutely marvelous, Kit. Absolutely marvelous."
She shrugged. "I do my job. What can I say? Now, can we get to the important stuff?"
Dorothy nodded and motioned for the two respective gundam pilots to go find something to do.
"We have just as much right as you do to here this," Trowa mummered, not moving.
Dorothy merely chuckled in response and before Catherine knew, the other woman had a death grip around Trowa's shirt and slammed him onto the table. She caught herself watching in fascination as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. She shook her head, now was not the time to venture into that side of her subconscious. Quatre started to reach to help the other man, but Catherine stopped him. They would all need to learn eventually.
"You have no rights, Barton. None of you do and even if you did before, it was all taken away by stupidity. So without further interruptions, go get yourself a nice drink so that Kit and I can talk."
There's Kit again, she mused with eyes shut. Everyone's getting back into the habit of our nicknames.
Trowa stood wiping off the blood with a napkin, eyes confused and angry. But, she thought. He'd be a very big fool to argue. She shook her head at him and gently pushed him towards the bar.
With Trowa and Quatre both gone, Catherine turned to Dorothy to continue their conversation.
"Where's Jasper?"
Dorothy smirked. "Left as soon as Relena arrived. He's still afraid of her even if she isn't turned. I also get the feeling that he knows something about this whole mess. I wouldn't be surprised."
She nodded, violet eyes filled with exhaustion. She started to play with her napkin. It was ironic that Dorothy hadn't even thought of looking her grandmother, the Duchess up. But she decided against asking they had more important things to discuss.
"Hil's close."
Dorothy shrugged, sipping her drink. "It figures," she muttered. "This is the perfect opportunity for another one of us to turn. Not only that, it's one less person they have to through into the fucking chamber. No offense."
"None taken," she responded quietly. "I just have a really bad feeling about London and about the mysterious council guy."
"Could you repeat that one, mon cher?"
Catherine looked at her with surprise. "I would have thought at least one of you had heard."
"No, I haven't have the faintest idea of what you're talking about."
"I heard from the squad in South Africa and their nature to small talk. It's basically why Doc seems so nervous lately. And I have this feeling that it has something to do with all of us."
Dorothy was silent for a moment and then began slowly. "I think in some respects you have a valid point, but if Doc's nervous than it has everything and anything to do with Re."
Silence.
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It was like a bee colony, Heero mused taking in the scene laid before him. Paci members were running around, some shouting orders and others grabbing the necessary items for battle. It was very surreal, being a solitary soldier he never really experienced the hustle and rush to prepare battle. It was also completely unnerving because here were the "legendary" gundam pilots standing in the middle of everything and no one gave as much of a damn to stare, but pushed them as if they were in the way.
He wasn't used to this.
"Look," he heard Wufei breath. His eyes wandered into the direction his fellow pilot pointed.
The crowd of people that had been standing near the jeep was dead silent. In fact, the very same crowd of people that had been working busily to get their respective task done. That very crowd that had rudely pushed against them while he and Wufei along with a deathly silent Duo tried to make their way through had parted like the Red Sea.
He never realized how many people really feared the Jitsatsu Pilots.
Merian was approaching the tent first, hands in the pocket of her faded blue jeans. She wore black combat boots, mud stained from the obvious rain. Her long ebony hair hung in a loose braid down her back while her eyes seemed to be lost in mild concentration. She walked through the path of people, seemingly oblivious to the reactions from the people around her. She then disappeared into a nearby tent.
Following Merian's path emerged Hilde, complexion pale and almost unnerving as if she were a wandering spirit lost somewhere between heaven and hell. She wore a white blood stained tank top, one strap falling off her shoulder and exposing a fresh wound. She also wore baggy, low cut black jeans with a similar style of boots as Merian. Her long ebony hair hung loosely, falling against her shoulders with wisps of hair matting to her face with the rain. Her eyes, the most frightening part about the small woman, were blank.
Relena was the last to appear, watching Hilde with one of the most intense gazes he had ever seen. Her honey colored hair was pulled back into a messy bun, stray tendrils brushing gently against her face and avoiding the harshness of the rain. Her brilliant blue eyes were aware of the people around her and he could that she accepted their fear as well, but her concern lied ahead. She wore a tank top as well, black bringing out the depth of her eyes. Low cut khakis stained with mud and water clung to her waist and a pair of old sneakers her feet. She looked; he thought allowing himself a brief smile, like she was about to paint a house.
Battle gear.
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"It says," Merian began quietly, reading from the sheet of orders given to her by some corporal. The other girls were loading weapons quickly, wasting no time for what lied ahead.
"We're all going in stations. I'm from the north, Re's from the west, and Hil, you're taking the southeast entrance. As soon as I reach the destination, I'm supposed to initiate contact through the system. I'm your ears and eyes, ladies. Re, from the west you're going to act as back up as well as looking for info that was in some ways left behind, the usual."
Hilde stood up, twirling her .35 magnum around her finger.
"Let me guess," she stated quietly. "I get to clean up any messes."
Merian nodded, quieting. Hilde walked to the tent entrance and paused, turning to the two girls.
"Let's get it on."
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[Here she comes.]
"I see that," she mummered loading her weapon carefully. She had already given orders for her men to take everyone out who approaches. This would be over as soon as it starts.
[So you're taking my advice, huh? It's about damn time. I see you're finally growing a backbone.]
"Fuck off."
[See, there you go again. Attitude, attitude, when are you ever going to learn?]
Her eyes closed and she forced herself to stop shaking. Why was she so afraid? It wasn't like the three that were had turned yet.
"So you're Lana, huh?"
She jumped, whirling around to meet the most undermining pair of blue eyes she had ever seen.
[Game time.]
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He found her in the back, green eyes watching the computer screen intently. His gaze softened. He owned her an apology.
"Are you alright?"
Merian looked up, regarding him carefully. She shrugged, eyes returning to the screen before her.
"I've been through a hell of a lot worse."
He nodded, wanting nothing more to approach the topic at hand of her... Well, you know.
She chuckled softly. "I tell you what. If this ends anytime soon and I come out alive, I'll tell you everything from the beginning to the end."
He watched her, a slight smile curving onto his face. Wufei then pulled up a chair and sat down beside her.
"You know," he began. "I honestly think that this is the first time we've talked like human beings."
She placed a microphone around her head and pushed the laptop towards him. "Well, savor it," she mummered.
"Because it won't be lasting too long."
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She was a coward, she realized watching the other girl stare at her in a mix of absolute fear and resentment. Anger began to pulse through her veins. This bitch was the one that was causing all her anger and her nerves going all over the place.
"So you're the great Goddess of Death, eh?"
The tone of the other woman was icy and she found herself giving the brunette a chilling smirk. She felt the spirit that had been fighting the return of her darker half, disintegrate.
"What's it to you? You are the one, who took over the damn base," she answered nonchalantly.
"Bitch."
"I must say your English is astounding. Bravo."
Lana stepped forward, eyes blazing with what she took to be something she had only seen in the camps. She had lost all connections with sanity. For a brief moment, her thoughts trailed to Duo. She shook her head. She had a mission to complete.
"Alright, sweet pea there's no need for that animosity. I have a job to do so if you could come with me. It'll be over faster than you know it."
The response was an eerie chuckle. Hilde rolled her eyes. "Mira [1], I know there's men in this room. Two to be exact, ready and waiting for your every command. I'm not that stupid."
"Really?"
"What the hell do you take me for?"
Lana chuckled once more obviously convinced that she had the upper hand. Hilde rolled her eyes. All these people who Larson sent had that complex.
"I think you're angry," she responded. "You're angry because I had Duo wrapped around my finger and all you were was a ghost in the closet and nothing more. I know who you are Agent Schibecker and I know you're pissed beyond reason that I fucked him senseless night after night."
There was no response from Hilde, but Lana shrunk back as she began to see something in the other woman's eyes that she only heard stories about. Emotion after emotion flashed in her eyes, transforming into a fierceness that she couldn't even describe.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, oh god…"
She slowly raised her gun up and pointed the barrel directly between her eyes on the bridge of her nose.
Click!
"Please..."
"The irony of this whole situation is that in some perverse way you'll come out a goddamn martyr while the rest of us will have to suffer."
Bam!
Lana screamed as one of her men fell to the marble floor with a resounding crack.
"I am who I am."
Bam!
She was shaking now, trembling violently against the wall she had subconsciously backed into. Another plummeted down to his death.
Bam!
"I have nothing to fear including fear itself."
Bam!
Two more fell from their hiding spaces in the upper rooms. A smirk crossed the smaller woman's features.
"I am Death, fearless and ever-present."
**
"... And in late-breaking news, the ball of the Duke of Burgundy has been taken hostage under Society rebel bands that names will be undisclosed. Minister Peacecraft and his wife as well as the Countess d'Bourbon among those in the company..."
He shut off the television, eyes snapped shut in mild frustration.
"Ah, bloody hell."
Alexi looked up at his rescuer with a smirk, causing Micah to throw a fist into the wall.
"The plans will have to be accommodated. I have a feeling that everything will be revealed faster than needed."
**
Her eyes never left her friend as she walked out of the severely damaged building. Bright blue eyes filled with an undeniable intensity and somewhat loss of all grasp of the fantasy that they had been forced to live were there. Blood dripped down the side of her forehead, Hilde never even bothered to wipe it off. A small smirk was present on her face.
She was back and there was no more fighting for her.
She was back for good.
Files were not lost and even if people had tried to escape with them, they were intercepted and shot on sight. People were being led in rows two by four, iron cuff digging into the skin of their wrists. But they had tried to do their jobs, only to end up in failure. Yet, she thought as she approached Hilde. They on they other hand had completed theirs with quickness and a deadly accuracy.
She glanced over to see Lana Emanuel being taken away probably to the customs division and then from there she'd be questioned and killed.
Tragedy struck in the strangest of ways and she'd have to be the one who'd deal with Maxwell. She sighed.
Great.
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//"I don't know. I can't answer that question with an honest reply. Do I trust you? Do I trust the people that have kept me in the same exact prison like the Society, the only difference being we got to pee in nicer bathrooms."
"We are your family, child."
Hilde giggled, hoping down from her chair. Her blue eyes sparkling at the attendant. It was almost as if the young child knew some great big secret.
"You wish."
"Excuse me?"
"We're the best things that happened to you and you wish that you could owe us like property. But with all the bad things we've been through and the amount of things you might take away, you will never owe us. Ever."//
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[1] Mira: Watch…
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Author's Notes: I apologize for the delay, but yesterday was just a mess... Um, in the future most likely after the next 2 or 3 chapters I will sort of write a dedication chapter for the victims of the act committed yesterday. Tell your parents that you love them today, is my one piece of advice.
Anyhow, on a lighter note Lemon Goddess has continued to flame me with completely irrelevant messages. So I have this to say to my dear friend.
There's a summary, a rating, and a genre. You don't like them, don't read it. Don't waste my time. And finally, the story is totally inappropriate for a lemon. You would know that if you had read the story.
*sticks tongue out*
I'm only sating the obvious here.
Also thanks for all the great reviews, I love all of them so much keep it up!
Dedications: As always to my newly adopted oneesan angelic 1090 for the wonderful reviews. My family says the same thing about my anime obsession. Also to Sieryu for one of the best reviews I'd seen in awhile, you made me smile.
Disclaimer: *blinks* What am I supposed to say again?