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A/N: Wicca here! I dyed my hair pink :p It looks nice, kinda like ChibiChibi's colour. Anyway, the last chapter was supposed to include this one, but we decided no. Anyway, enjoy! Oh, and our fics might be slow now that schools back up and I have got a heavy load Stupid grade 11!!!! *shakes fist at grade. 11 Hill Billy style*
The Sixth Gundam Pilot
..."I was drunk!" Katrina shouted out. "It's not like I can control myself when I'm drunk! You should know!" She said coldly.
"Oh really? So that's your excuse? What about everyone else? I don't think you were drunk then. Just admit it. You're a worthless slut! Everyone knows that! Including your little friends here. Eventually they'll get tired of you and kick you out!" Steve said cruelly.
"Shut up!" She screamed. "I don't have to listen to you anymore! Go away!" She sobbed. Katrina crawled to her door and ran down the hall. She didn't look where she was going. Her eyes were closed and she just ran.
She ran until something told her to stop. She stopped and slowly opened her eyes. She was in the hanger and right in front of her was Hecate. She looked right at her Gundam, walked toward it and leaned on the edge on the handrail. She dried her eyes and looked down. 'I'm running, running away from all my problems. That's what those guys are for, to take all the pain and hurt away for a brief moment.' Katrina smirked. 'It's like alcohol in away, but I guess go for boys.' Katrina sighed 'Does that make me a slut? I mean, there's a reason for my actions, but is that really an excuse?'
Katrina looked up at her Gundam. There was no reflection of herself, just the jet-black Gundanium metal. 'Does that make me evil? I may have a soul, but am I still evil? Just because I have some stupid soul, does that mean I'm truly different from them? Or am I just as evil as the next Vampire?' Katrina looks up at Hecate's face. Her mind wandered to the Great War that just ended a few months ago.
She cocked her head to her right and stared right into the Hecate's metal eyes. 'Why is she here? The war ending months ago, but I was assigned as a Gundam Pilot.'
"Gundam Pilot". Those two words stood out as that thought crossed her mind. 'I'm a Gundam Pilot.' Katrina looked down again. 'Am I worth being a Gundam Pilot? And what does it take? Everyone else is pure hearted, but...' Tears started to flow down Katrina's eyes, '...I'm not. I am evil; no soul will take that away. I'm evil as a person, not the vampire inside of me!' She looked back up at Hecate 'I don't deserve to fly this Gundam!' Katrina closed her eyes tight and hung her head. Her eyes burned from all the tears when she heard the hanger door behind her open.
She looked up at Hecate and saw the reflection of Duo behind her. Katrina choked and turned around. She rested her back against the handrail and looked up at him.
"Um... Hi Duo," Katrina said softly.
Duo didn't look his cheerful self, he looked sad, concerned and angry. "Hi," was his only response. They was no cheer in his voice, it came out dull and flat.
Katrina looked down; she wanted to cry again. She never really like keeping her feelings inside, but she didn't think anyone would care or listen to what she had to say. Tears rolled down her checks. "I'm so sorry." She choked. "I don't know why Duo, but please forgive me. It's just so hard, I wish it would all go away..." She trailed off. She started to cry as she sank down to the floor. She couldn't handle it, not one bit. She just denied it. Truth was, she hated herself and what she was. She wanted to be human again, a regular person. Not some evil creature.
Duo was unsure about what to do. He started at her. He wasn't sure if he should trust her after what happened between her and Heero. But he still felt that there was innocence in her, like all the other pilots. He heard her cry, and he wanted to comfort her, he's tried before, but she always pushed him away. Duo liked her from the start, she was beautiful, funny, cheery and not afraid to be herself. That's what he liked about her, and he wasn't going to loose that. He sighed, and smiled gently at her. He walked toward her and sat down beside her. He put her arm around her and held her close. "Katrina, I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me what's wrong. Whatever it is, it's eating away at you. You're in pain, and I want to help. I care too much for you to see you in pain." Duo said emotionally.
Katrina's eyes widened as she heard that last phrase of what Duo said. Did he? Was what he just said true? Katrina swallowed, she couldn't tell him everything, she couldn't tell him what she was. But she did know something she could tell him; after all he was a Gundam Pilot. Katrina turned her head and looked up at Hecate. "I'm wondering why I'm here. The war we had ended, but I'm still here as a pilot." Katrina looked down again. "I'm also wondering if I'm worth being a Gundam Pilot. I'm wondering do I have what it takes? And if I'm good enough."
Duo took Katrina's hand. Katrina was surprised by this sudden sign of affection. Duo looked right into her eyes. "Katrina, you're a great pilot. You beat me on your first try! And there's nothing really much to be a Gundam Pilot except for skill, and well the willingness to fight I guess. Anyways, my point is, you have nothing to fear."
Katrina looked down and stood up. "You don't get it! This thing is has no meaning, no purpose!" She pointed to Hecate. "I have no purpose!" She continued.
Duo was just about to respond when Katrina ran off.
She knew he was no help. The Gundam excuse was part of her problem, but not all of it. Duo was no help to her Gundam problem, and then what good could he do her at all?!
Katrina ran back to her room, crawled in and slammed the door. She sat on her bed and sighed. She looked up and saw her guitar against the wall. 'I haven't played that thing in so long! I wonder if I'm still good?' Katrina thought. She picked up her red and black guitar. She set it on her lap and strummed the strings. She started to play 'Bitch' from Meredith Brooks. It was one of the songs she actually knew. 'No one will understand. It's way too complicated! I'm a vampire damnit! How could anyone understand or accept that?!?!' Katrina played harder. She started to cry again. 'No one can help me! I just have to deal!' The tears started to drip onto her guitar. 'Why! Why did this have to happen to me?! Why did I have to go out that damn night! Why did I have to take my mind off Steve and his sick ways?!' The tears started to come down faster. 'Why?!?!' she shouted in her mind. All of a sudden a string from the guitar snapped and struck Katrina right across the cheek. "Ahhhhh!!" She screamed as she threw down the guitar. She held her hand over her cheek. Her hand quickly became a red colour; her blood was gushing out. She got up and ran toward her door. She quickly crawled out her door and ran down stairs. She had to find someone that could help her with her cheek. She was coming down the stairs when she felt faint. 'Great, I haven't had anything to eat! Man, I always need blood!' She slowly made her way down the stairs' holding on to the railing so she wouldn't collapse and fall. Once she got down there, she walked to the living room. She had just made it to the couch, when her sight started to go dark. "Damnit..." She trailed off as she collapsed on the couch.
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Trowa was walking around. He had walked from the kitchen into the living room, when he saw Katrina lying on the couch. He thought she must be asleep, when he say this red stuff dripping on the floor.
"Huh?" he said out loud. Trowa walked closer to where Katrina was lying. "Blood?" Trowa ran the rest of the way to the couch. He saw Katrina lying there with a pool of blood under her cheek and dripping onto the floor. Trowa lifted up Katrina's hand and felt for a pulse; there was none.
He lowered his head to her chest to feel for breathing and hear for a heartbeat; there was no heartbeat or any breathing from her. Trowa tan over to phone and phoned 911...
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All the Pilots came running into the Hospital. The ambulance came to pick Katrina up before all the pilots knew, and Trowa didn't want to leave without them. Quatre ran up to the nurse at the front desk. "Katrina Bathory!" He shouted, "Is she ok?!" He asked impatiently.
The nurse looked at him as if he was crazy. She looked own at her clipboard and her eyes widened. She looked at Quatre even weirder.
"Is this some kind of joke?" she said flatly. Quatre looked confused. He didn't know what she was talking about.
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"Wha?" Katrina moaned sleepily. She was surrounded in darkness, but could see a slit of light by her feet.
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"This girl looks like she's been dead for about a year!"
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Katrina used her legs to push the cart out. Little by little it would open up. She finally opened it enough to get out. She was naked, but a long cloth covered her. 'Oh shit.' She thought. She looked around and saw some of those hospital gowns. She quickly grabbed one and put it on. She then walked calmly out the door and tried to find the entrance of the hospital.
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The pilot's stares at the nurse in shock. 'What?!" Quatre asked. "That's impossible, I talked to her just yesterday!"
"And I talked to her this morning!" Duo cut in.
The nurse leaned forward "Listen, I know some places where people can help you get over her. I bet you really miss her if you're convinced you still see and talk to her." Duo narrowed his eyes and was just about to say something when a voice cut him off.
"Hey! Why was I put in the morgue?!?! Katrina shouted at the nurse who was talking the pilots! "It's cold in there, and plus, I'm not dead!!! I am so suing you!" She yelled. Katrina then noticed her friends. "Can you believe this place?!" she asked in disbelief.
Just then a near by nurse screamed, point to Katrina and fainted.
"What?!" She asked out loud.
The nurse talking to pilots looked around and it hit her. Her nurse friend saw that this obnouxis girl had no reflection in the mirror that was across the room. She was looked at the mirror and then at Katrina repeatedly.
The pilots noticed this strange action, and did the same. The looked at the mirror and back at Katrina. She had no reflection.
"What is it?!?!" Katrina asked again. The she noticed that they were looking at something beside her. "What?" she mumbled. Katrina turned and saw the mirror. A long pause occurred. "Shit." was Katrina's only response.
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A/N: Haha! Cliffie! And it's a really good one too! I so was looking forward to this part ^__^ Anyways, sorry it's short though. But, I might not be able to start on the next chapter *looks over at Songbreeze* I have a lot of homework cause I just came back from my Peer Counseling Retreat Camp. Plus I'm sick, and I was sick while I was there. Stupid flu!
A/N: Wicca here! I dyed my hair pink :p It looks nice, kinda like ChibiChibi's colour. Anyway, the last chapter was supposed to include this one, but we decided no. Anyway, enjoy! Oh, and our fics might be slow now that schools back up and I have got a heavy load Stupid grade 11!!!! *shakes fist at grade. 11 Hill Billy style*
The Sixth Gundam Pilot
..."I was drunk!" Katrina shouted out. "It's not like I can control myself when I'm drunk! You should know!" She said coldly.
"Oh really? So that's your excuse? What about everyone else? I don't think you were drunk then. Just admit it. You're a worthless slut! Everyone knows that! Including your little friends here. Eventually they'll get tired of you and kick you out!" Steve said cruelly.
"Shut up!" She screamed. "I don't have to listen to you anymore! Go away!" She sobbed. Katrina crawled to her door and ran down the hall. She didn't look where she was going. Her eyes were closed and she just ran.
She ran until something told her to stop. She stopped and slowly opened her eyes. She was in the hanger and right in front of her was Hecate. She looked right at her Gundam, walked toward it and leaned on the edge on the handrail. She dried her eyes and looked down. 'I'm running, running away from all my problems. That's what those guys are for, to take all the pain and hurt away for a brief moment.' Katrina smirked. 'It's like alcohol in away, but I guess go for boys.' Katrina sighed 'Does that make me a slut? I mean, there's a reason for my actions, but is that really an excuse?'
Katrina looked up at her Gundam. There was no reflection of herself, just the jet-black Gundanium metal. 'Does that make me evil? I may have a soul, but am I still evil? Just because I have some stupid soul, does that mean I'm truly different from them? Or am I just as evil as the next Vampire?' Katrina looks up at Hecate's face. Her mind wandered to the Great War that just ended a few months ago.
She cocked her head to her right and stared right into the Hecate's metal eyes. 'Why is she here? The war ending months ago, but I was assigned as a Gundam Pilot.'
"Gundam Pilot". Those two words stood out as that thought crossed her mind. 'I'm a Gundam Pilot.' Katrina looked down again. 'Am I worth being a Gundam Pilot? And what does it take? Everyone else is pure hearted, but...' Tears started to flow down Katrina's eyes, '...I'm not. I am evil; no soul will take that away. I'm evil as a person, not the vampire inside of me!' She looked back up at Hecate 'I don't deserve to fly this Gundam!' Katrina closed her eyes tight and hung her head. Her eyes burned from all the tears when she heard the hanger door behind her open.
She looked up at Hecate and saw the reflection of Duo behind her. Katrina choked and turned around. She rested her back against the handrail and looked up at him.
"Um... Hi Duo," Katrina said softly.
Duo didn't look his cheerful self, he looked sad, concerned and angry. "Hi," was his only response. They was no cheer in his voice, it came out dull and flat.
Katrina looked down; she wanted to cry again. She never really like keeping her feelings inside, but she didn't think anyone would care or listen to what she had to say. Tears rolled down her checks. "I'm so sorry." She choked. "I don't know why Duo, but please forgive me. It's just so hard, I wish it would all go away..." She trailed off. She started to cry as she sank down to the floor. She couldn't handle it, not one bit. She just denied it. Truth was, she hated herself and what she was. She wanted to be human again, a regular person. Not some evil creature.
Duo was unsure about what to do. He started at her. He wasn't sure if he should trust her after what happened between her and Heero. But he still felt that there was innocence in her, like all the other pilots. He heard her cry, and he wanted to comfort her, he's tried before, but she always pushed him away. Duo liked her from the start, she was beautiful, funny, cheery and not afraid to be herself. That's what he liked about her, and he wasn't going to loose that. He sighed, and smiled gently at her. He walked toward her and sat down beside her. He put her arm around her and held her close. "Katrina, I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me what's wrong. Whatever it is, it's eating away at you. You're in pain, and I want to help. I care too much for you to see you in pain." Duo said emotionally.
Katrina's eyes widened as she heard that last phrase of what Duo said. Did he? Was what he just said true? Katrina swallowed, she couldn't tell him everything, she couldn't tell him what she was. But she did know something she could tell him; after all he was a Gundam Pilot. Katrina turned her head and looked up at Hecate. "I'm wondering why I'm here. The war we had ended, but I'm still here as a pilot." Katrina looked down again. "I'm also wondering if I'm worth being a Gundam Pilot. I'm wondering do I have what it takes? And if I'm good enough."
Duo took Katrina's hand. Katrina was surprised by this sudden sign of affection. Duo looked right into her eyes. "Katrina, you're a great pilot. You beat me on your first try! And there's nothing really much to be a Gundam Pilot except for skill, and well the willingness to fight I guess. Anyways, my point is, you have nothing to fear."
Katrina looked down and stood up. "You don't get it! This thing is has no meaning, no purpose!" She pointed to Hecate. "I have no purpose!" She continued.
Duo was just about to respond when Katrina ran off.
She knew he was no help. The Gundam excuse was part of her problem, but not all of it. Duo was no help to her Gundam problem, and then what good could he do her at all?!
Katrina ran back to her room, crawled in and slammed the door. She sat on her bed and sighed. She looked up and saw her guitar against the wall. 'I haven't played that thing in so long! I wonder if I'm still good?' Katrina thought. She picked up her red and black guitar. She set it on her lap and strummed the strings. She started to play 'Bitch' from Meredith Brooks. It was one of the songs she actually knew. 'No one will understand. It's way too complicated! I'm a vampire damnit! How could anyone understand or accept that?!?!' Katrina played harder. She started to cry again. 'No one can help me! I just have to deal!' The tears started to drip onto her guitar. 'Why! Why did this have to happen to me?! Why did I have to go out that damn night! Why did I have to take my mind off Steve and his sick ways?!' The tears started to come down faster. 'Why?!?!' she shouted in her mind. All of a sudden a string from the guitar snapped and struck Katrina right across the cheek. "Ahhhhh!!" She screamed as she threw down the guitar. She held her hand over her cheek. Her hand quickly became a red colour; her blood was gushing out. She got up and ran toward her door. She quickly crawled out her door and ran down stairs. She had to find someone that could help her with her cheek. She was coming down the stairs when she felt faint. 'Great, I haven't had anything to eat! Man, I always need blood!' She slowly made her way down the stairs' holding on to the railing so she wouldn't collapse and fall. Once she got down there, she walked to the living room. She had just made it to the couch, when her sight started to go dark. "Damnit..." She trailed off as she collapsed on the couch.
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Trowa was walking around. He had walked from the kitchen into the living room, when he saw Katrina lying on the couch. He thought she must be asleep, when he say this red stuff dripping on the floor.
"Huh?" he said out loud. Trowa walked closer to where Katrina was lying. "Blood?" Trowa ran the rest of the way to the couch. He saw Katrina lying there with a pool of blood under her cheek and dripping onto the floor. Trowa lifted up Katrina's hand and felt for a pulse; there was none.
He lowered his head to her chest to feel for breathing and hear for a heartbeat; there was no heartbeat or any breathing from her. Trowa tan over to phone and phoned 911...
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All the Pilots came running into the Hospital. The ambulance came to pick Katrina up before all the pilots knew, and Trowa didn't want to leave without them. Quatre ran up to the nurse at the front desk. "Katrina Bathory!" He shouted, "Is she ok?!" He asked impatiently.
The nurse looked at him as if he was crazy. She looked own at her clipboard and her eyes widened. She looked at Quatre even weirder.
"Is this some kind of joke?" she said flatly. Quatre looked confused. He didn't know what she was talking about.
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"Wha?" Katrina moaned sleepily. She was surrounded in darkness, but could see a slit of light by her feet.
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"This girl looks like she's been dead for about a year!"
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Katrina used her legs to push the cart out. Little by little it would open up. She finally opened it enough to get out. She was naked, but a long cloth covered her. 'Oh shit.' She thought. She looked around and saw some of those hospital gowns. She quickly grabbed one and put it on. She then walked calmly out the door and tried to find the entrance of the hospital.
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The pilot's stares at the nurse in shock. 'What?!" Quatre asked. "That's impossible, I talked to her just yesterday!"
"And I talked to her this morning!" Duo cut in.
The nurse leaned forward "Listen, I know some places where people can help you get over her. I bet you really miss her if you're convinced you still see and talk to her." Duo narrowed his eyes and was just about to say something when a voice cut him off.
"Hey! Why was I put in the morgue?!?! Katrina shouted at the nurse who was talking the pilots! "It's cold in there, and plus, I'm not dead!!! I am so suing you!" She yelled. Katrina then noticed her friends. "Can you believe this place?!" she asked in disbelief.
Just then a near by nurse screamed, point to Katrina and fainted.
"What?!" She asked out loud.
The nurse talking to pilots looked around and it hit her. Her nurse friend saw that this obnouxis girl had no reflection in the mirror that was across the room. She was looked at the mirror and then at Katrina repeatedly.
The pilots noticed this strange action, and did the same. The looked at the mirror and back at Katrina. She had no reflection.
"What is it?!?!" Katrina asked again. The she noticed that they were looking at something beside her. "What?" she mumbled. Katrina turned and saw the mirror. A long pause occurred. "Shit." was Katrina's only response.
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A/N: Haha! Cliffie! And it's a really good one too! I so was looking forward to this part ^__^ Anyways, sorry it's short though. But, I might not be able to start on the next chapter *looks over at Songbreeze* I have a lot of homework cause I just came back from my Peer Counseling Retreat Camp. Plus I'm sick, and I was sick while I was there. Stupid flu!