"why"?
Silently, Mamoru beckoned the others to folow him down the hallway. One by one,
Makoto's teamates, Makoto's friends, followed the dark one's lead down the sleek
corridoors. A buzz of energy washed through the darkened halls.
"Why"? Makoto thought as she too began to follow.
The group approached the final barrier. The door to the central control chamber.
With a hand mothion, their leader, dressed in black, eye lenses a pale red, signaled
the others to get ready. Usagi, clad in the same dark uniform, lenses a soft white,
readied herself to the right. Standing behind her beloved, rifle at the ready as he
worked on the complex mechanics of the door before them. Minako turned and set to
watching the rear, scanning the hall they had just traveled with yellow eyes.
"We have to turn back"! Makoto said, but no no sound was made. None heard her plea
as she too took up a position on the left.
With a hiss, the door was open, and the secrets of cybernetics lay just ahead of them.
Mamoru entered the dark room, Usagi close behind. Minako followed, passing Makoto as
she stood, hesitating, not moving at all.
"Stop, please stop"! Makoto shouted as loud as she could.
Still no sound.
"Stop! You'll all die if you don't stop"! Makoto took one step back.
In that instant, a blinding flash engulfed them. The once pitch dark halls were bright
with furious light. In the room ahead, Makoto stared in horror as she saw her friends,
shouting, firing round after round at the pale blue field that surrounded the four
legged monster before them.
The beast extended an eye from it's center. A horrible white orb that pulsed with life but
was long dead. In a whir of machinery and malice, the eye blinked and all was white. For
just one instant, Makoto was surrounded by this light. This hideous, white light. When it
was gone, Makoto was alone. She saw the cracked and peeling ceiling of her apartment.
Tears ran down her cheeks and her body was glistening with cold sweat.
As she sat up, she surveyed her apartment carefully. Everything was as she had left it
when she went to sleep a few hours before. Slowly, she began to rub her temples, the
remnants of her dream slowly fading away. She got out of bed and stumbled into the
kitchen. Wearily, she placed a small kettled on the stove and inserted two slices of
bread into the toaster. With that done, she turned and headed towards the shower.
Once she was clean, she put on her suit. It was the same suit she wore in her dream. Its
material was a dull black and form fitting. It was the uniform of a Confederate Ghost,
the unseen servant of a now overthrown government. She gave herself a look in the mirror,
crammed the dry toast in her mouth, drank her tea, slung her rifle over her shoulder and
set out to start the day.
Silently, Mamoru beckoned the others to folow him down the hallway. One by one,
Makoto's teamates, Makoto's friends, followed the dark one's lead down the sleek
corridoors. A buzz of energy washed through the darkened halls.
"Why"? Makoto thought as she too began to follow.
The group approached the final barrier. The door to the central control chamber.
With a hand mothion, their leader, dressed in black, eye lenses a pale red, signaled
the others to get ready. Usagi, clad in the same dark uniform, lenses a soft white,
readied herself to the right. Standing behind her beloved, rifle at the ready as he
worked on the complex mechanics of the door before them. Minako turned and set to
watching the rear, scanning the hall they had just traveled with yellow eyes.
"We have to turn back"! Makoto said, but no no sound was made. None heard her plea
as she too took up a position on the left.
With a hiss, the door was open, and the secrets of cybernetics lay just ahead of them.
Mamoru entered the dark room, Usagi close behind. Minako followed, passing Makoto as
she stood, hesitating, not moving at all.
"Stop, please stop"! Makoto shouted as loud as she could.
Still no sound.
"Stop! You'll all die if you don't stop"! Makoto took one step back.
In that instant, a blinding flash engulfed them. The once pitch dark halls were bright
with furious light. In the room ahead, Makoto stared in horror as she saw her friends,
shouting, firing round after round at the pale blue field that surrounded the four
legged monster before them.
The beast extended an eye from it's center. A horrible white orb that pulsed with life but
was long dead. In a whir of machinery and malice, the eye blinked and all was white. For
just one instant, Makoto was surrounded by this light. This hideous, white light. When it
was gone, Makoto was alone. She saw the cracked and peeling ceiling of her apartment.
Tears ran down her cheeks and her body was glistening with cold sweat.
As she sat up, she surveyed her apartment carefully. Everything was as she had left it
when she went to sleep a few hours before. Slowly, she began to rub her temples, the
remnants of her dream slowly fading away. She got out of bed and stumbled into the
kitchen. Wearily, she placed a small kettled on the stove and inserted two slices of
bread into the toaster. With that done, she turned and headed towards the shower.
Once she was clean, she put on her suit. It was the same suit she wore in her dream. Its
material was a dull black and form fitting. It was the uniform of a Confederate Ghost,
the unseen servant of a now overthrown government. She gave herself a look in the mirror,
crammed the dry toast in her mouth, drank her tea, slung her rifle over her shoulder and
set out to start the day.