"Rage Chokes the Flower...."
By: Sara Angeldust
Chapter 1: Confirmation of a lost soul
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Rage chokes the flower,
Until she cries no more,
Possessing all the beauty,
Hungry still for more.
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*Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's respective characters.(other then Sara, of course.)
Please don't sue me. I have no money, so just don't!^_^
If you wish to borrow any of my info please ask me first and give me credit for my hard work. This is my life so don't take it with out permission!(Don't take it at all for that matter^_^)
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Space. For some it was the place of the future. A place to live and to work. But for others it was a wasteland. A place so far from reality, emotions, and humanity it was almost comforting. For this girl it was nothing like either. For her it was Hell. The one place she knew she would end up dying in, and a place she knew she would also live and breathe in. Most could say it started when she first arrived there. But actually it had started years before. This is her story. A story of a soul that was destined to become lost. And then found once again.
Drowning. That's what it felt like. It was like drowning in a sea of her own misery. A sea she could not swim out of. So she let herself sink. She could fell the blackness of Space all around her. She could hear as the oxygen tank, that was still attached to her back, strain to get the last precious amounts of air to her starving lungs. When the tank would give out she knew she would have at least 5 minutes of life left. She was trained to hold her breathe for at least 10, but she decided she would let it end quickly. She strained to lift her right arm to a point that she was able to see the oxygen indicator on her wrist. O minutes. The oxygen had run out. She felt the small amount of air current that was circulating in her helmet stop abruptly. She held her breathe. It was the end. The end of her miserable life. She was glad. Was it her mind, or were those lights coming toward her real? She decided it was her mind's last resort to try to give her hope that she would live. She didn't want to live. So why was her mind making it seem like there was a ship there? The hallucination kept on going. She could see an imaginary arm come out from the large craft and grab around her waist. The lights became brighter. Then everything went black.
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Darkness. A huge cloak of blackness surrounded her. Where was she? Was this Hell? No. She could tell that she was still alive. Damn! Why didn't she die? She could tell her eyes were closed so she opened them. It hurt to even do that. She must have really banged herself up. As she opened her eyes a bright light poured in. She blinked to adjust her eyes to the light. She was in a room. To her right she saw a monitor, with a sort of familiar bleeping sound. A heart monitor. She strained to lift her arms but could only manage to lift her right one. An IV. She must be in a hospital. But she had been drifting in space and she had at least been 300 kilometers away from the nearest colony, she couldn't have floated that far. She tried to lift herself up, she had to get out of this place. Her ribs and stomach ached as she tried to get up. She felt a gentle hand push back on her shoulders trying to get her to lie back down.
"Don't move, you've got to rest. You really hurt yourself out there." It was a female voice. She could tell. She looked to her left and saw a girl about her age. She had short, bobby, reddish brown hair, and kind green eyes.
"Wha.....where am I?" She asked. Lying back down in her bed.
"You're on the route of a traveling circus. We found you drifting around in space. You're air tank had run out so it's a good thing we found you when we did." The girl with the reddish brown hair said.
A traveling circus. Well that made sense. Circus performers always get hurt so why not have the facilities to heal them.
"My name is Catherine. I don't expect you to tell me your name just yet." Catherine said getting up to leave.
This was perfect. It would be a great place to live and forget about her past. She could become an acrobat. Her life might just be worth living after all.
Just as Catherine was about to walk out the door the girl spoke.
"Catherine." Her voice was weak but just loud enough for Catherine to hear.
"Yes."
" My name is Sara." Catherine nodded her head before leaving the room. Sara settled back into the bed. So this would be her new life.
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After one week of healing, Sara finally was able to get up and walk around. She talked to Catherine about a job as an acrobat. Catherine was completely over joyed to accept Sara since their resident acrobat had broken his wrist. Before Sara began her work as the resident acrobat, Catherine insisted on showing her around the erected tent and trailer areas. As Catherine showed Sara around the area, Sara began to wonder how a circus this small could have stayed in business this long even during the heat of the war. Sara was about to ask Catherine about it when something caught her eye. Crouching next to the lions cage was a boy. He couldn't have been any older then Sara herself and the way his brown hair feel over his right eye made him seem almost mysterious. As they past, the boy didn't seem to notice, but as they turned the corner of the nearest trailer Sara saw him stare right at her with an almost hateful, yet curious look in his eyes. Sara shivered. She had seen many people give her those sort of looks before, but never had anyone done it with such knowledge and true feeling in their eyes. Especially when their eyes where as dark green as the grass itself. Shoving the feeling into the back of her mind Sara tried to concentrate on what Catherine was saying, but all she could see were those green eyes pouring into her own.
They had reentered the tent and Catherine showed Sara where she could change and practice at. After showing Sara to a small dressing room, Catherine left to allow her some time to change. Sara looked around the small room. On the opposite wall facing the door their was a small vanity table with lights around it, and some small boxes sitting on the table part. Next to the vanity their was a large trunk. Sara walked over to it and opened the top. The trunk was filled with different body suits .After sifting through the different outfits, Sara decided on a long sleeve black body suit with a small silver strip going down each arm.
She looked herself over in the mirror before stepping out of the room. Just as she did so Catherine came running down the hall.
" Sara. I'm glad I caught you before you left. Our manager would like you to audition for him at the ring." Catherine said half out of breathe.
"Does he want me right now?" Sara asked
"Well yes, if it's convenient." Sara thought for a minute then agreed.
Catherine escorted Sara to the large orange and red tent that had been erected in the center of all the trailers. As they walked into the tent Sara could see all sorts of different people practicing for their different acts. Some men in T-shirts and shorts were yelling at some lions who must have not been paying attention to them. The lions just sat their and stared at the yelling men. As they walked farther into the tent Sara noticed a tall man dressed in a long red, orange, and yellow jacket, and a pair of black pants. The manager she guessed. He was talking to someone she could not see. Even though Sara's hearing was very strong she couldn't seem to hear their conversation.
"Manager!" Catherine yelled at the man in the red jacket. The man turned around and Sara could see the person he was talking to. It was the boy from the lions pen! He stared at her with small curiosity, and surprise before looking at Catherine.
"Manager, this is the girl I was telling you about. Her name is Sara, and she'd like to audition for you." Catherine said. Sara could see the excitement in her eyes. If only Sara could be that excited about life.
"Well then, let's see it." The man said. Sara nodded and walked over to the tall poll that had the steps leading up to the swinging bars. She began to climb. Sara never felt nervous. Not even when she was younger. The feeling had never ever crossed her mind. Ever.
Trowa watched as the black haired girl climbed the tall poll to where the acrobatic bars were. Ever since she had come to the circus, Trowa always felt a wave of secrecy and misery whenever he was around her. It was like she had some dark secret. She really actually reminded him of Heero, always serious but with a small something hidden inside. Trowa watched as the girl reached the top and jumped to catch the first bar, and began to swing, gaining momentum to flip off. As she finally got enough momentum the girl flung herself from the first bar flipping about four times and catching the next bar. Next to him Catherine caught her breathe as the girl began to swing again, gaining more momentum on the bar. Trowa focused in hard on the girls' eyes. he noticed no fear in eyes and strangely, not even the awareness that she was actually swinging in mid air. All the tricks must have come naturally. If they were this girl must be very , very good, Trowa thought.
Sara was out of breathe when she landed on the podium connected to the poll. She heard wild clapping
coming from underneath her where Catherine and the manager stood. As she looked down she could only see two of the three present faces looking up in astonishment at her. The boy who had been there seemed to be in deep thought not remembering that she was even up there. Sara climbed down the poll and jumped from the seventh to last step to land on the ground. Catherine rushed over to Sara.
"That was amazing. I don't think I've ever seen someone do a routine with such skills and relaxation." Catherine said. Sara just nodded.
"Well done young lady." Sara heard the manager say to her. She turned around to see him for the first time close up. He was a tall man with a small black beard and a red coat.
"Thank you very much sir." Sara said, not taking her eyes of the boy who was seated just behind the manager on a crate.
"Catherine." The manager spoke, taking Sara out of her stare.
"Make sure this girl is given a good room and clothes." Catherine stared at the manager intently.
"Manager, do you mean...." Catherine said
"Yes," the man stuck out his hand to Sara.
"Welcome to our circus." Sara took the man's hand and shook it. As she was doing this the boy who had been sitting behind the manager got up and walked toward the group. The manager noticed him and motioned for him to come over. When the boy reached them the manager began to speak.
"Sara I would like you to meet Trowa Barton, our head clown." Sara almost fainted in astonishment.
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So........ how'd ya like it? I would love to hear your comments.(no bad ones please.)This is my first GW fic so give me your input. I would love to hear it.
don't miss chapter 2 of Untold Secrets: Past's never die.
By: Sara Angeldust
Chapter 1: Confirmation of a lost soul
__________________________________________________________________________________________
Rage chokes the flower,
Until she cries no more,
Possessing all the beauty,
Hungry still for more.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
*Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of it's respective characters.(other then Sara, of course.)
Please don't sue me. I have no money, so just don't!^_^
If you wish to borrow any of my info please ask me first and give me credit for my hard work. This is my life so don't take it with out permission!(Don't take it at all for that matter^_^)
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Space. For some it was the place of the future. A place to live and to work. But for others it was a wasteland. A place so far from reality, emotions, and humanity it was almost comforting. For this girl it was nothing like either. For her it was Hell. The one place she knew she would end up dying in, and a place she knew she would also live and breathe in. Most could say it started when she first arrived there. But actually it had started years before. This is her story. A story of a soul that was destined to become lost. And then found once again.
Drowning. That's what it felt like. It was like drowning in a sea of her own misery. A sea she could not swim out of. So she let herself sink. She could fell the blackness of Space all around her. She could hear as the oxygen tank, that was still attached to her back, strain to get the last precious amounts of air to her starving lungs. When the tank would give out she knew she would have at least 5 minutes of life left. She was trained to hold her breathe for at least 10, but she decided she would let it end quickly. She strained to lift her right arm to a point that she was able to see the oxygen indicator on her wrist. O minutes. The oxygen had run out. She felt the small amount of air current that was circulating in her helmet stop abruptly. She held her breathe. It was the end. The end of her miserable life. She was glad. Was it her mind, or were those lights coming toward her real? She decided it was her mind's last resort to try to give her hope that she would live. She didn't want to live. So why was her mind making it seem like there was a ship there? The hallucination kept on going. She could see an imaginary arm come out from the large craft and grab around her waist. The lights became brighter. Then everything went black.
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Darkness. A huge cloak of blackness surrounded her. Where was she? Was this Hell? No. She could tell that she was still alive. Damn! Why didn't she die? She could tell her eyes were closed so she opened them. It hurt to even do that. She must have really banged herself up. As she opened her eyes a bright light poured in. She blinked to adjust her eyes to the light. She was in a room. To her right she saw a monitor, with a sort of familiar bleeping sound. A heart monitor. She strained to lift her arms but could only manage to lift her right one. An IV. She must be in a hospital. But she had been drifting in space and she had at least been 300 kilometers away from the nearest colony, she couldn't have floated that far. She tried to lift herself up, she had to get out of this place. Her ribs and stomach ached as she tried to get up. She felt a gentle hand push back on her shoulders trying to get her to lie back down.
"Don't move, you've got to rest. You really hurt yourself out there." It was a female voice. She could tell. She looked to her left and saw a girl about her age. She had short, bobby, reddish brown hair, and kind green eyes.
"Wha.....where am I?" She asked. Lying back down in her bed.
"You're on the route of a traveling circus. We found you drifting around in space. You're air tank had run out so it's a good thing we found you when we did." The girl with the reddish brown hair said.
A traveling circus. Well that made sense. Circus performers always get hurt so why not have the facilities to heal them.
"My name is Catherine. I don't expect you to tell me your name just yet." Catherine said getting up to leave.
This was perfect. It would be a great place to live and forget about her past. She could become an acrobat. Her life might just be worth living after all.
Just as Catherine was about to walk out the door the girl spoke.
"Catherine." Her voice was weak but just loud enough for Catherine to hear.
"Yes."
" My name is Sara." Catherine nodded her head before leaving the room. Sara settled back into the bed. So this would be her new life.
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After one week of healing, Sara finally was able to get up and walk around. She talked to Catherine about a job as an acrobat. Catherine was completely over joyed to accept Sara since their resident acrobat had broken his wrist. Before Sara began her work as the resident acrobat, Catherine insisted on showing her around the erected tent and trailer areas. As Catherine showed Sara around the area, Sara began to wonder how a circus this small could have stayed in business this long even during the heat of the war. Sara was about to ask Catherine about it when something caught her eye. Crouching next to the lions cage was a boy. He couldn't have been any older then Sara herself and the way his brown hair feel over his right eye made him seem almost mysterious. As they past, the boy didn't seem to notice, but as they turned the corner of the nearest trailer Sara saw him stare right at her with an almost hateful, yet curious look in his eyes. Sara shivered. She had seen many people give her those sort of looks before, but never had anyone done it with such knowledge and true feeling in their eyes. Especially when their eyes where as dark green as the grass itself. Shoving the feeling into the back of her mind Sara tried to concentrate on what Catherine was saying, but all she could see were those green eyes pouring into her own.
They had reentered the tent and Catherine showed Sara where she could change and practice at. After showing Sara to a small dressing room, Catherine left to allow her some time to change. Sara looked around the small room. On the opposite wall facing the door their was a small vanity table with lights around it, and some small boxes sitting on the table part. Next to the vanity their was a large trunk. Sara walked over to it and opened the top. The trunk was filled with different body suits .After sifting through the different outfits, Sara decided on a long sleeve black body suit with a small silver strip going down each arm.
She looked herself over in the mirror before stepping out of the room. Just as she did so Catherine came running down the hall.
" Sara. I'm glad I caught you before you left. Our manager would like you to audition for him at the ring." Catherine said half out of breathe.
"Does he want me right now?" Sara asked
"Well yes, if it's convenient." Sara thought for a minute then agreed.
Catherine escorted Sara to the large orange and red tent that had been erected in the center of all the trailers. As they walked into the tent Sara could see all sorts of different people practicing for their different acts. Some men in T-shirts and shorts were yelling at some lions who must have not been paying attention to them. The lions just sat their and stared at the yelling men. As they walked farther into the tent Sara noticed a tall man dressed in a long red, orange, and yellow jacket, and a pair of black pants. The manager she guessed. He was talking to someone she could not see. Even though Sara's hearing was very strong she couldn't seem to hear their conversation.
"Manager!" Catherine yelled at the man in the red jacket. The man turned around and Sara could see the person he was talking to. It was the boy from the lions pen! He stared at her with small curiosity, and surprise before looking at Catherine.
"Manager, this is the girl I was telling you about. Her name is Sara, and she'd like to audition for you." Catherine said. Sara could see the excitement in her eyes. If only Sara could be that excited about life.
"Well then, let's see it." The man said. Sara nodded and walked over to the tall poll that had the steps leading up to the swinging bars. She began to climb. Sara never felt nervous. Not even when she was younger. The feeling had never ever crossed her mind. Ever.
Trowa watched as the black haired girl climbed the tall poll to where the acrobatic bars were. Ever since she had come to the circus, Trowa always felt a wave of secrecy and misery whenever he was around her. It was like she had some dark secret. She really actually reminded him of Heero, always serious but with a small something hidden inside. Trowa watched as the girl reached the top and jumped to catch the first bar, and began to swing, gaining momentum to flip off. As she finally got enough momentum the girl flung herself from the first bar flipping about four times and catching the next bar. Next to him Catherine caught her breathe as the girl began to swing again, gaining more momentum on the bar. Trowa focused in hard on the girls' eyes. he noticed no fear in eyes and strangely, not even the awareness that she was actually swinging in mid air. All the tricks must have come naturally. If they were this girl must be very , very good, Trowa thought.
Sara was out of breathe when she landed on the podium connected to the poll. She heard wild clapping
coming from underneath her where Catherine and the manager stood. As she looked down she could only see two of the three present faces looking up in astonishment at her. The boy who had been there seemed to be in deep thought not remembering that she was even up there. Sara climbed down the poll and jumped from the seventh to last step to land on the ground. Catherine rushed over to Sara.
"That was amazing. I don't think I've ever seen someone do a routine with such skills and relaxation." Catherine said. Sara just nodded.
"Well done young lady." Sara heard the manager say to her. She turned around to see him for the first time close up. He was a tall man with a small black beard and a red coat.
"Thank you very much sir." Sara said, not taking her eyes of the boy who was seated just behind the manager on a crate.
"Catherine." The manager spoke, taking Sara out of her stare.
"Make sure this girl is given a good room and clothes." Catherine stared at the manager intently.
"Manager, do you mean...." Catherine said
"Yes," the man stuck out his hand to Sara.
"Welcome to our circus." Sara took the man's hand and shook it. As she was doing this the boy who had been sitting behind the manager got up and walked toward the group. The manager noticed him and motioned for him to come over. When the boy reached them the manager began to speak.
"Sara I would like you to meet Trowa Barton, our head clown." Sara almost fainted in astonishment.
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So........ how'd ya like it? I would love to hear your comments.(no bad ones please.)This is my first GW fic so give me your input. I would love to hear it.
don't miss chapter 2 of Untold Secrets: Past's never die.
