By Eve
"You are the sunI am the flame…
You are the blood
And I am the same…"
The Cult, "Rise"
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WARNING: Graphic material is continued in this chapter as well. I can't help it. CLAMP's X has immensely influenced me. You want to discuss that with me, I'd be more than happy to talk about it. Poor 'neechan's has to hear this everyday. Anyhow, I apologize for any psychological damage of any kind.
DEDICATION: To oneechan, my adoration and support. Our story's going to be a kicker! And to my darling imouto, Ani-chan, thank you for support and being such a dear to me… Love YA!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them, never will…
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Chapter 7b: Bleed
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The process had to be Paci's most successful discovery and the most dangerous. To put that kind of power in one man's hand or in this case several groups was initially giving them power to play god and the ability to totally determine the fate one person's life. It started out simply at first, isolating the subject to the point where he or she had to initial react against any action that in the mind frame was considered to be an action against the self. The mind would then begin to react faster and more efficient against any present situation that would be seen as a threat.
The second step was a violation against human rights. The test subject would be tortured, plain and simple. But it wasn't just any kind of torture, it was emotional strain and physical strain blended together for the purpose of the subject to wearily let go of their subconscious and give into the darker side of themselves.
The first test subjects of Paci's experiment along with the backing of the council had been geared towards soldiers that worked against the Underground. With the need for men and women to fight this unidentifiable force, unnamed leaders picked specific people to undergo these tests.
Unfortunately, no one survived to see the next year. Men were driven insane by straying within the grasps of solitude for too long and began to ravage their cells for anything that would end the mindless torment that they had only been sustaining for such a period of time. Women ripped at their wombs hoping to somehow pull out whatever had been put inside of them.
Dead within a year, sadly… And thus the war began and the council was given another chance to test their secret.
Five young girls, different ages and different strength fell into the hands of the council and from that day on the war between the select few and the Underground took a drastic change.
But now has the new players enter the game, what is the truth behind Larson's motives and what really is the Underground?
The answer lies in the souls of the five chosen.
The Jitsatsu Pilots…
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The cigarette hung loosely against her lips, eyes watching several agents run around shouting commands. She was in the infirmary ward of the Jerusalem unit, waiting to hear news on how Millardo Peacecraft and his wife were fairing. Her eyes landed on the five Gundam pilots who were waiting nervously.
She pushed herself off the wall, watching as Dorothy walked down the hall hands shoved into her pockets. Her eyes were burning with anger.
"Micah's alive."
A slender eyebrow rose and she felt the protectiveness inside of her rise. A hit against one of the five was hit against them all.
"And," she whispered harshly. "Alexi's with him."
Her eyes snapped shut.
Time to play.
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She sat by the windowsill staring into the frosty night, the blurry lights giving way to the deadly silent city of Moscow. It was best this way, her process having been a slight degree higher than the rest. Moscow had not done the job that the council had intended for it do.
A tiny satisfied smile crossed her features.
She still had the spirit.
Pushing herself away from the window, she sat onto of her bed. She still had the spirit and her emotions in check; she sure as hell wasn't going to lose Heero. But she had to think in means of survival now. This war was taking a turn, the underground threatening exposure and an ill-minded psychopath ready to repeat history.
She closed her eyes. According to the legends formed at the time of the war, she was the deadliest of the pilots. No emotions, no voice, she just went and did the job regardless. And it was true, every last bit of it.
Except that whole part about eating the children part…
She shook her head. Some people had way too much free time, when they thought up these stories. Ironically, she was given the position of leader even with there really being none. She was the youngest, but she was also the one who has seen the most. She could handle everything better then the other girls.
That's she happened to assume the nonexistent position of leader, well that and the council was a little bit afraid of her…
She reached under her bed and pulled out a notebook, ripping out a piece of paper. She had to be in the best frame of mind.
She had a family, old and new, to fight for. Millardo was still important regardless of what he though, Noin too, in some respects. She had the girls, always; the world owned them after years of fighting.
She would enter the game after many years of watching. Watching was no longer acceptable.
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Growing up in a family where myths had such a significant presence, Merian herself had grown accustomed to view life with a 'third eye'. Her name and her codename had intended to give the tone of a cold and ruthless killer, even when her grandmother had made her predictions of her thirteenth granddaughter being born under the protective wings of Nataku.
She looked out of the window of the plane. Relena had disappeared last night, intentions unclear. But everyone knew she wasn't to be disturbed. Relena was the strongest out of all of them and would fight when ready, but for now they would have to manage with what they had.
Glancing over, she watched Cat try to sleep. It was pretty obvious who was going to be the next to turn.
Legends and all…
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He had never settled for less than perfect when it concerned his missions. In a sense, he thought with a smirk. In a sense he was like the infamous Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier.
The corpse lay before him, unmoving. He gently traced his bone fingers along the pale skin, once bright with life. At one point he had loved her…
His cause would not be in vain now.
A sacrifice is a sacrifice…
He pulled out a long danger and sliced a cut into the center of the bare chest. He smirked and ignored the red liquid that snuck out. A slender hand reached in and grabbed the dead heart, pulling it out into his hands.
They would pay…
To bad it was dead…
"Welcome come to hell."
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"…In other news, former Gundam Pilot Duo Maxwell is now wanted to for the murder of now dead Larson executive campaign director, Lana Emerson…"
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All right I know I should be shot on sight for not posting in two months, but people I had my college applications to do, so please understand. What is inexcusable is my new found addiction to General hospital. Shameless…
This part is short for a reason, partly because I've just decided to see how evil I can be and the other reason is because the next part will only work if I do it this way.
A major piece of business, I will be continuing kirei ummei but I would love it if someone would help me out. It would be nice, especially if you're familiar with Vampire Princess Miyu.
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