Wanders: Il Caduto Dimenticato
By Eve
Warning: See the extra special note I left before this chapter. Otherwise, I think you're all intelligent enough to guess.
Disclaimer: Um, lame?
Dedication: To all my readers, especially my three girls, 'neechan (ever heard of e-mail? ^^), Starlight-oneechan, and my personal favorite imouto, this is all for you.
*Mini-mini Author's Note~ I just felt like putting this in, you know. Maybe I'll talk afterwards, maybe I won't. I'm in such a chipper mood with two weeks of school left. I'm just beaming from ear to ear. Just a word to the wise, again, be prepared to be shocked…
Italics- thoughts
//Italics//- flashbacks
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Chapter 16: Before I'm Dead
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Night consumes light and all I dread
It reminds me what do before I'm dead
Kidney Thieves
"So, we've been lied to all this time is what you are saying."
Bitter words were the best response he had gotten all day. His eyes searched around the room, falling at the ten seats before him. He shook his head. Two casualties, one completely fatal and the other—Well, the other had been expected for the most part. Charles closed his eyes. He truly felt like an old man today.
"Yes and no," he replied softly, earning a snort from the most outspoken of the group. Hilde had obviously stepped into the role today. He sighed. It wasn't like he could explain the actual situation to them without fearing his life. If they only knew how out of control the present situation was. Death was a far better fate than what he was about to face.
"I really don't understand how you can do both. But then again, maybe it's me," Hilde spoke, voice laced with venom.
"Just tell them Charles," Emma murmered quietly from the corner. He watched as Dorothy shot an accusatory glance at the woman she called a friend, a mentor, and even at times a mother. He looked for a reaction from both Relena and Merian, but to no avail and ironically, none to his surprise, neither made no comment.
He let out a shaky sigh, pressing his fingers against his forehead and rubbing in small circles. He had lost his wife and his grandson in Berlin, yesterday. He didn't know how much more he could take. It was as if the war or whatever they called it now was driving each and everyone of them insane.
Slowly…
…and painfully…
The ever present taunts…
…now or forever hold your peace…
"We've been trying to put a stop to Larson's cause for the last four to five years. The man has some very, very close connections with the Underground and used every resource to his advantage. The Eve Wars, the Barton Faction were all due to our inherent stupidity and inability to actually admit defeat. We acted like children trying to hide a broken vase from our mother."
Merian leaned forward, eyes closed tightly. She spoke in an eerie whisper. "You mean to tell us that when this could have been prevented, you figured that you could take care of it with complete ease? You'd think you'd learn after the stunts the Alliance pulled or even the Blood War for---God, I can't even talk to you without wanting to kill you all. And the real kicker here," she paused, leaning back in her chair. "The real kicker is that you have at least made someone lose their sanity, die, and---or try to kill themselves all in a couple months. Un contratto soltanto rotto dalla Morte. Irony is a real bitch."
He watched in horror as the Chinese woman slammed her hand atop the table and stood up to leave. Trowa Barton, the Heavyarms pilot, stood to follow and didn't even glance back. This was the way they were handling this… This was what they decided?
Un contratto soltanto rotto dalla Morte.
"Well, this was just useful as always," Hilde finally said, breaking the silence. She gave Duo a half smile. "Let's go, mi amour. Places to go, mechas to go dust off. We got us a battle to go fight."
Duo nodded and followed Hilde like a wolf stalking it's prey. Relationships were bound to be broken. He turned to give Charles a look, causing the old man to shrink back unconsciously. Should Death prevail? Both Dorothy and Quatre soon followed without looking back with so much of a glance.
"Well," Charles started, expecting a comment from Relena and Heero with all the others making some form of contribution to the very, very successful meeting they had. Relena shrugged, the strap of her tank-top slipping down her slim shoulder. He watched with avid interest as Yuy reached out and brushed the strap back up. It was amazing how one simple gesture could be so…so intimate. Charles coughed and Emma raised an eyebrow.
"We have a war to fight," he began.
Relena turned. "And we, we have lives to live."
**
A contract only broken by death.
"You forged your name in blood, my dear. Do you really think that you could go back on your word when we have come this far?"
They've put her on a suicide mission.
Broken…
…tainted and worn…
She bit back a violent scream as the almost unbearable pain began to travel through the confines of her body. Blood trickled down her forehead and her arms mixing with the sweat and dirt from the intensity of the tests she had to be reinstated through.
Un contratto soltanto rotto dalla Morte.
"You know that it wasn't your capabilities that were questioned. You exceed far beyond the normal, but it was your loyalty that was in question."
Her sanity was slipping…
…fast and far…
-far beyond the norm-
Exceeding all possibilities…
…betrayal…
The pain began to slow and eventually lose all purpose. She had been trained to take it, not matter how big the essential amount. The hollowness began to seep throughout her entire body. She was falling into a path of familiarity. A hand rose to grip the knife, her teeth clamping shut to prevent another bone-chilling scream.
"You are one of us, child. Bound by blood, you know."
Useless…
…always useless…
"Never," she hissed.
Un contratto soltanto rotto dalla Morte.
"You haven't got a choice, child."
**
Choices are never simple.
You can never fly away.
"All of us could end this right now, you know," she whispered as he walked in. She rubbed her hands over her arms and stepped closer to the window.
"In fact it seems like we could have ended this a long time ago!"
He said nothing, leaning against the wall and waiting for her to continue. Merian's eyes widened. He's going to listen to me? She sighed, pressing her hands against the ledge so hard that her knuckles began to turn red.
"I'm a widow because of someone's stupidity," she hissed, tears threatening to fall. "I'm a widow because my husband in an honest attempt to save my life, was not warned about the apparent dangerous. The fact alone that you're here is dangerous. The people you love and care for are guilty by association. You don't realize how bad everything really is…"
// "They want me to ignore my responsibilities to the program in itself and get married? I can't do that. It goes against my moral principles."
Doc sighed. "It's for your own good, Merian."
"So good that I get to place an innocent life in the hands of a mass killer." //
"They're no better than you or I," Trowa whispered, putting a hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "How are---How is it dealt with when something to this magnitude is pulled. Merian's eyes darkened.
"We cope."
**
You can't escape the cycle of fate.
guilty-guilty-guilty
Click—click
B o o m
All good things must come to an end.
Cl—ick---cli-c-k
B o o m
He loves me.
Is that enough?
CLICK-click
B oo oo m
"It's amazing how one conversation can piss the bloody hell out of one person. Am I right, love?"
Her breathing was becoming heavy and her body was beginning to shake. Images from previous battles began to seep into her mind.
The voices…
…a past…
Behind-through-forever
Fall, fall, fall apart!
CLICK-CLICK
BOOM!
"I didn't ask you to come," she hissed. "I didn't ask for you to come and torture me from beyond the grave, Micah. So why pick me to take all your vengeful anger out on?"
"You are a fool, Relena." Micah stepped into the light, his eyes narrowed and ready for whatever argument that was to come.
click-click
b o o m
"For what? Not staying eternally devoted to a man who had done nothing but break my heart time and time again? Or wait, it gets better… How about for falling in love with someone who prides on acceptance of himself and the ones around him. He's not a coward like you."
CLICK----CLICK
B Oo M
Dry those tear, little one…
A smile day keeps the frowns away-
-dying, hurts-
We bleed…
…we cry…
"I will win this," he started. She raised her gun, her eyes wide and clear. A strand of her golden-brown hair fell against an alabaster cheek. She was a woman with many faces.
Resistance is futile.
B
L
O
O
D
CLICK-Click
"You wouldn't dare-"
The truth hurts.
Dead, dead, dead.
When will it all end?
"Try me," she hissed.
B o o m.
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I'm going to end this now and split the chapter up as a last minute decision. *frowns* If I go on, I can basically end the story in long chapter. And well, what fun would that be? So technically it's six until the end.
Once again, I do apologize for not updating but I got soooooooo busy with school and family. And just everything. So hopefully, this will go out with a bang…
*twirly eyes* I'm making myself dizzy…
Review and maybe, I'll give a tiny, tiny preview to the oh-so wonderful sequel!