Heres the next chapter! I think I should be writing on my other stories..
So after I write this chapter and another chapter, I'll settle for a bit…
maybe.. I dunno.. I love this story so far! Hehehe.. Hey, if you guys want
to, check out my other stories! It'd be great if you would. So here goes.
Oh and P.O.V's, imma go with whomever has the most action happening. Not in
order.
DISCLAIMER: Sigh……..DUH!
~~~~~Duo P.O.V~~~~~
Anger clouded my vision.
Right in front of me. Someone who worked for OZ… In the mobile division. Under Zech's!
My gaze narrowed as I sneered at her, bringing my backpack hard to slam in the head.
She staggered back and slammed into the counter, falling down to her rear and holding her head.
In a flash I was on her, my left arm slamming to pin her neck against the cupboards. My injured right weakly fumbled to open my backpack.
Her golden brown eyes opened slowly, and she lifted her head to direct her gaze directly towards mine.
"A gundam pilot Huh? Duo Maxwell….Said to be the funny one of the group…I wonder what happened…."
She didn't seem to care that my intentions were to kill her. Instead she continued to talk as I drew my gun.
"I don't mind if you want to kill me. It won't get you anywhere however. You'll only have more trouble than you bargained for.. You want to know my full name? It's Sarah Peacecraft."
I froze, "What in the hell…?"
She gave a thin smile at my comment, "Yes….Zech's told me his real name.. Technically he's adopted me…Swore me to secrecy however. In the OZ base, I'm known as Sarah Greenwich. If you'd like to know more details I'll gladly tell you. You'll have to spare my life for a few more minutes however."
I lowered my gun near my side and released my hand from her neck, curious, angry and wanting to kill. But I refrained myself.
"I'll take that as a "Ok." So here goes."
She took a deep breath and began.
"I was born into a poor family, and basically only had the clothes on my back and a small amount of pitiful food every day. I had a basic mother and father, along with a sister named Hannah."
She paused, before continuing with a small grin, "Well…When I was at the age of seven, robbers broke into our little home. I have NO idea why. I think they were just on a sick little retreat. My mother hid me in a closet, where I witnessed my father shot through the head, my mother stabbed viciously to death and my little sisters throat slashed."
She gave a laugh, as if the situation was funny. But I saw the pained expression that flickered on her face.
"Anyways… I was left on my own with nowhere to go…So I made a living stealing. However, while trying to steal a mans wallet a few months after the incident, he caught me. Instead of turning me over to the police, he set to get me straight."
"He took me to his house where he proceeded to train me in martial arts, hacking, body skills.. Anything. I had no idea why.. Only that it was a free home with meals and everything. So I lived with it. When I turned thirteen, I awoke in a burning house to find the man already dead from fire wounds and fumes."
She paused once again, perhaps to grasp a breath.
"So I ran.. And Ran… and ran.. Directly into a mobile suit battle. That's how my building had caught on fire. I ran straight through it, despite all the heavy fire and bombs, explosions etc… And continued running blindly until I smacked in something."
"It was a person. I fell on the ground, scrambling away from him as he stood. That's when I first met Zech's. He managed to calm me, and took me with him after he had heard my story. He explained that the mobile suit fight was unintentional and accidental, and due to the governments mistake, that the man I loved as a father was dead."
"I understood how completely sorry he was that a life was taken needlessly. So he took my under his wing and adopted me. Secretly of course. In the OZ corporation, I'm almost invisible. I only get special attention because I'm the experimental gundam pilot."
She paused as she realized her mistake. Telling me that OZ was creating gundams. And that she was the one whom piloted them..
Giving a goofy grin to perhaps blow it off, she continued once more, "So I test the gundams….Of course, the gundams only go to Zech's and Treize.. But I get to test them first to make sure their safe.. Sigh… But recently, they have been debating if they should issue the new experimental one to me…"
She continued rambling. I etched my gun upwards and pressed it against her head. She had given me all the information I needed.
In knowing she was an essential element in OZ, if I killed her, it could bring a downfall in their corporation. On the other hand.. I could still use her.
My finger began to slide back.
"You want to shoot me? And after all I've done for you. How rude. Look. No matter how much I wish for death, It'd be a sin for a cutey like you to kill me.. So why don't you…."
With a swift slam forward, she lashed her arm up, knocking my gun from my hand. Her other arm lashed directly into my temple. With a dizzy feeling, I faded to black.
I awoke to a tremendous headache to find myself tucked comfortably on the couch with a blanket thrown over me. My weapons however were no where in sight.
"Your up." I heard her voice and shifted my gaze to see her.
Her deep, dark brown hair that had a golden tinge to it was done up in a twist and fell neatly to her rear, tied with a black scrunchie. She had obviously changed, and wore a set of camouflage shorts with a white tank top.
I snorted softly and slowly shifted into a sit.
"I'm sorry I hit you.. I couldn't let you kill me however.. That would mean your death too. It's obvious something's wrong… Want to share it?"
I didn't answer. Instead I mumbled out coldly, "Where's my equipment?"
She fumbled with her twisted hair and mumbled, "I hid it ya know."
For some reason… Curiosity struck me.. I have no idea why, "Why is your hair so long?"
She froze…."Ummm…..Well…My..mother always wanted my hair long….And so did the man.. And…. Since it holds so many memories.. I never cut it and all…."
What in the hell…
My HEAD!
With gritted teeth, I grabbed my head in both hands.. God.. This was painful.
Fuck..
She was a duplicate!
She was reminding me!
I didn't want to remember.
Clenching my hands by my sides I practically snarled.
Something warm enveloped me.
I glanced up to see her slowly wrap his arms around my torso and hug me tightly, "I'm sorry."
I stayed silent.
Then with a shove, I ripped her from me, wishing I had my gun.
So, having to make due with what I had, I lunged forward, arms encircling her neck and jerked her backwards against my chest, in order to start strangling her.
With a warm smile, she didn't move, whispering out in a soft gasping manner,
"If killing me will make you happier… Go ahead."
My bloodshot, purple eyes closed, tears leaking down the sides of my face…
Shit!
I Couldn't do it.
My arm's loosened, allowing her to fall to the floor.
I crumpled to my knees, head bowed, shaking with silent sobs of sorrow and fury..
~~~~~~TBC
Yeah. I'm not sure if this was a good chapter or not. I hope you liked it. I'll get the next chapter out soon maybe.. So here goes! Please review! Only 20 left! I need 50 remember! Thank you so much!
DISCLAIMER: Sigh……..DUH!
~~~~~Duo P.O.V~~~~~
Anger clouded my vision.
Right in front of me. Someone who worked for OZ… In the mobile division. Under Zech's!
My gaze narrowed as I sneered at her, bringing my backpack hard to slam in the head.
She staggered back and slammed into the counter, falling down to her rear and holding her head.
In a flash I was on her, my left arm slamming to pin her neck against the cupboards. My injured right weakly fumbled to open my backpack.
Her golden brown eyes opened slowly, and she lifted her head to direct her gaze directly towards mine.
"A gundam pilot Huh? Duo Maxwell….Said to be the funny one of the group…I wonder what happened…."
She didn't seem to care that my intentions were to kill her. Instead she continued to talk as I drew my gun.
"I don't mind if you want to kill me. It won't get you anywhere however. You'll only have more trouble than you bargained for.. You want to know my full name? It's Sarah Peacecraft."
I froze, "What in the hell…?"
She gave a thin smile at my comment, "Yes….Zech's told me his real name.. Technically he's adopted me…Swore me to secrecy however. In the OZ base, I'm known as Sarah Greenwich. If you'd like to know more details I'll gladly tell you. You'll have to spare my life for a few more minutes however."
I lowered my gun near my side and released my hand from her neck, curious, angry and wanting to kill. But I refrained myself.
"I'll take that as a "Ok." So here goes."
She took a deep breath and began.
"I was born into a poor family, and basically only had the clothes on my back and a small amount of pitiful food every day. I had a basic mother and father, along with a sister named Hannah."
She paused, before continuing with a small grin, "Well…When I was at the age of seven, robbers broke into our little home. I have NO idea why. I think they were just on a sick little retreat. My mother hid me in a closet, where I witnessed my father shot through the head, my mother stabbed viciously to death and my little sisters throat slashed."
She gave a laugh, as if the situation was funny. But I saw the pained expression that flickered on her face.
"Anyways… I was left on my own with nowhere to go…So I made a living stealing. However, while trying to steal a mans wallet a few months after the incident, he caught me. Instead of turning me over to the police, he set to get me straight."
"He took me to his house where he proceeded to train me in martial arts, hacking, body skills.. Anything. I had no idea why.. Only that it was a free home with meals and everything. So I lived with it. When I turned thirteen, I awoke in a burning house to find the man already dead from fire wounds and fumes."
She paused once again, perhaps to grasp a breath.
"So I ran.. And Ran… and ran.. Directly into a mobile suit battle. That's how my building had caught on fire. I ran straight through it, despite all the heavy fire and bombs, explosions etc… And continued running blindly until I smacked in something."
"It was a person. I fell on the ground, scrambling away from him as he stood. That's when I first met Zech's. He managed to calm me, and took me with him after he had heard my story. He explained that the mobile suit fight was unintentional and accidental, and due to the governments mistake, that the man I loved as a father was dead."
"I understood how completely sorry he was that a life was taken needlessly. So he took my under his wing and adopted me. Secretly of course. In the OZ corporation, I'm almost invisible. I only get special attention because I'm the experimental gundam pilot."
She paused as she realized her mistake. Telling me that OZ was creating gundams. And that she was the one whom piloted them..
Giving a goofy grin to perhaps blow it off, she continued once more, "So I test the gundams….Of course, the gundams only go to Zech's and Treize.. But I get to test them first to make sure their safe.. Sigh… But recently, they have been debating if they should issue the new experimental one to me…"
She continued rambling. I etched my gun upwards and pressed it against her head. She had given me all the information I needed.
In knowing she was an essential element in OZ, if I killed her, it could bring a downfall in their corporation. On the other hand.. I could still use her.
My finger began to slide back.
"You want to shoot me? And after all I've done for you. How rude. Look. No matter how much I wish for death, It'd be a sin for a cutey like you to kill me.. So why don't you…."
With a swift slam forward, she lashed her arm up, knocking my gun from my hand. Her other arm lashed directly into my temple. With a dizzy feeling, I faded to black.
I awoke to a tremendous headache to find myself tucked comfortably on the couch with a blanket thrown over me. My weapons however were no where in sight.
"Your up." I heard her voice and shifted my gaze to see her.
Her deep, dark brown hair that had a golden tinge to it was done up in a twist and fell neatly to her rear, tied with a black scrunchie. She had obviously changed, and wore a set of camouflage shorts with a white tank top.
I snorted softly and slowly shifted into a sit.
"I'm sorry I hit you.. I couldn't let you kill me however.. That would mean your death too. It's obvious something's wrong… Want to share it?"
I didn't answer. Instead I mumbled out coldly, "Where's my equipment?"
She fumbled with her twisted hair and mumbled, "I hid it ya know."
For some reason… Curiosity struck me.. I have no idea why, "Why is your hair so long?"
She froze…."Ummm…..Well…My..mother always wanted my hair long….And so did the man.. And…. Since it holds so many memories.. I never cut it and all…."
What in the hell…
My HEAD!
With gritted teeth, I grabbed my head in both hands.. God.. This was painful.
Fuck..
She was a duplicate!
She was reminding me!
I didn't want to remember.
Clenching my hands by my sides I practically snarled.
Something warm enveloped me.
I glanced up to see her slowly wrap his arms around my torso and hug me tightly, "I'm sorry."
I stayed silent.
Then with a shove, I ripped her from me, wishing I had my gun.
So, having to make due with what I had, I lunged forward, arms encircling her neck and jerked her backwards against my chest, in order to start strangling her.
With a warm smile, she didn't move, whispering out in a soft gasping manner,
"If killing me will make you happier… Go ahead."
My bloodshot, purple eyes closed, tears leaking down the sides of my face…
Shit!
I Couldn't do it.
My arm's loosened, allowing her to fall to the floor.
I crumpled to my knees, head bowed, shaking with silent sobs of sorrow and fury..
~~~~~~TBC
Yeah. I'm not sure if this was a good chapter or not. I hope you liked it. I'll get the next chapter out soon maybe.. So here goes! Please review! Only 20 left! I need 50 remember! Thank you so much!