He could feel it was close. The earth under him throbbed with it's
power making every nerve in his body tingle. He had become a slave to the
GD cells, abiding by them as they poisoned his mind with thoughts of the
dark gundam rising and him standing by it's side. This dream had tore
through his brain ripping sense and critical thinking out of it's wrinkled
surface.
His eyes were glassy brown, glazed over and fixated on the ground before him. He foamed white bubbles at the corner of his mouth as he reached out his bent fingers to touch the blades of grass where the marking was burned. A warning marking burned red from this action as a way of communicating to the slave that he was to free the gundam from the depths of the ground. The slave understood.
"What are you doing Kito!" cried a voice that tore the slave away from it's master. The slave then growled as a hazy figure became visible.
The figure that had called was standing watching the slave hunched over near the burning marking understanding what he was trying to achieve. His thick hands clasped into a tight fist that made his bulky arms tense and bulge under his green tank top. His brown eyes darted from left to right taking in the scene as fast as possible so that the slave wouldn't catch him off guard as he analyzed. He stood firmly, Brown streaks of spiky hair hanging in the front of his face hiding his scowl that he was admitting to the hunched over slave.
"Get away!" called the slave as he shuffled so that his back was facing the figure.
The musty air ate up the silence between creating sound panels but the slave could be heard whispering to himself, stroking the ground like he was petting an animal. The only thing that burned through the thick islands of fog was the burning red color of the marking.
"Kito get away from it." The figure tried again but he wouldn't listen.
"You just want to steal the power away from me! It's mine! I will find the life force and have the power!" cried the slave as he whirled around and stood on his own two feet glaring through the musty fog. But the other figure had gone from the shadows of the fog.
The slaves eyes darted from left to right trying to distinguish the fog from the objects but it was no use. He hunched back over to the marking when something him right on the shoulders and sent him flying backwards in a tumble.
The slave shook his head and looked back to find that the figure who had been calling to him was now behind him still keeping his glare. "I told you it's mine!"
"I am not after the power Kito! Don't you remember anything? I was trying to save you from this disease but you fought me claiming that you were it's servant!"
The slaves anger rose as he took out his pistol that he had put in his pocket. As he raised from the ground he pointed the black front at the strange figure who didn't move on bit but started to smirk.
"So your going to kill me with my own gun." He asked.
"Maybe so, leave now I might not be forced to." The slave reasoned.
"I can't."
"Why not!" the slave demanded cocking the gun.
"I can't let you release that devil or sacrifice yourself to it." The figure replied as he rushed after the slave arms out.
The slaves eyes grew wide and he shot at the strange man but he was faster. He had already had use his momentum to go head over heels and spring off his hands. While in the air he reached backwards and pulled out his own gun and landed just inches from the slave on one knee.
"You just make this too easy." The slave laughed as he pulled the trigger but the strange man had already anticipated this. His leg that was underneath him had already swung out from under him and kicked the gun up in the air so that the shot ripped through the fog and the gun went toppling behind both of them.
"No you make this too easy." The figure replied as he rolled back up onto his own feet and shot the slave right in the stomach. The slaves eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he flopped backwards.
Soft rain started to fall to the earth bending each blade of grass to it's will. The marking that had once burned red now was sizzling and hissing at the rain as the neon red color faded and became brown powdered dirt. The strange figure looked at Kito who now had his red tongue lolling from his mouth.
"Sleep well now, we need to get you help." He told Kito as he pulled a red feathered dart from his stomach and flung him over his shoulder.
His eyes were glassy brown, glazed over and fixated on the ground before him. He foamed white bubbles at the corner of his mouth as he reached out his bent fingers to touch the blades of grass where the marking was burned. A warning marking burned red from this action as a way of communicating to the slave that he was to free the gundam from the depths of the ground. The slave understood.
"What are you doing Kito!" cried a voice that tore the slave away from it's master. The slave then growled as a hazy figure became visible.
The figure that had called was standing watching the slave hunched over near the burning marking understanding what he was trying to achieve. His thick hands clasped into a tight fist that made his bulky arms tense and bulge under his green tank top. His brown eyes darted from left to right taking in the scene as fast as possible so that the slave wouldn't catch him off guard as he analyzed. He stood firmly, Brown streaks of spiky hair hanging in the front of his face hiding his scowl that he was admitting to the hunched over slave.
"Get away!" called the slave as he shuffled so that his back was facing the figure.
The musty air ate up the silence between creating sound panels but the slave could be heard whispering to himself, stroking the ground like he was petting an animal. The only thing that burned through the thick islands of fog was the burning red color of the marking.
"Kito get away from it." The figure tried again but he wouldn't listen.
"You just want to steal the power away from me! It's mine! I will find the life force and have the power!" cried the slave as he whirled around and stood on his own two feet glaring through the musty fog. But the other figure had gone from the shadows of the fog.
The slaves eyes darted from left to right trying to distinguish the fog from the objects but it was no use. He hunched back over to the marking when something him right on the shoulders and sent him flying backwards in a tumble.
The slave shook his head and looked back to find that the figure who had been calling to him was now behind him still keeping his glare. "I told you it's mine!"
"I am not after the power Kito! Don't you remember anything? I was trying to save you from this disease but you fought me claiming that you were it's servant!"
The slaves anger rose as he took out his pistol that he had put in his pocket. As he raised from the ground he pointed the black front at the strange figure who didn't move on bit but started to smirk.
"So your going to kill me with my own gun." He asked.
"Maybe so, leave now I might not be forced to." The slave reasoned.
"I can't."
"Why not!" the slave demanded cocking the gun.
"I can't let you release that devil or sacrifice yourself to it." The figure replied as he rushed after the slave arms out.
The slaves eyes grew wide and he shot at the strange man but he was faster. He had already had use his momentum to go head over heels and spring off his hands. While in the air he reached backwards and pulled out his own gun and landed just inches from the slave on one knee.
"You just make this too easy." The slave laughed as he pulled the trigger but the strange man had already anticipated this. His leg that was underneath him had already swung out from under him and kicked the gun up in the air so that the shot ripped through the fog and the gun went toppling behind both of them.
"No you make this too easy." The figure replied as he rolled back up onto his own feet and shot the slave right in the stomach. The slaves eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he flopped backwards.
Soft rain started to fall to the earth bending each blade of grass to it's will. The marking that had once burned red now was sizzling and hissing at the rain as the neon red color faded and became brown powdered dirt. The strange figure looked at Kito who now had his red tongue lolling from his mouth.
"Sleep well now, we need to get you help." He told Kito as he pulled a red feathered dart from his stomach and flung him over his shoulder.