Disclaimer-I do NOT own Zoids, Bit, Leena, Brad, Naomi, Liger, Doc, Jamie,
Leon, etc etc etc
AN: Thank you all readers and reviewers!!! I am very flattered that you all liked the last chapter. And yes, I have changed the Title again. Sorry, but I am horrid at titles. I hate thinking ideas for them. Again, my apologizes. Many thanks to Anika for thinking of it for me.
Also, sorry for not updating much. Been having some problems at home. I will try to do a better job from now on.
Dedication- To Davan! For being such a great person to talk with on IM.
Read and Review pls!
Back to Leena's POV.
Life's Victim
I don't believe what I see. This has to be an illusion. This has gotta be a dream. Bit is dead. I saw Liger 0 get destroyed. The flames, the ashes, the wind, everything. Maybe I'm sick. It might just be me being so depressed. It's a mind trick. These things happen after heavy stress.
I'm sure of it.
This is a mistake.
It has to be.
But no matter how many times I shake my head in disbelief. No matter how fast I blink, the image is there. The blank face just watching me. Unmoving eyes staring back at mine.
Before all of this, before the battle and all of misery I had to endure, I would be in another world when I was with him. His sparkling eyes with a single glance would make me melt, no matter how strong I felt. Blond hair that I loved to mess around with. A strong shoulder to lean on whenever I needed some comfort.
And his voice. It was always playful but serious. Arrogant and understanding. Mature and yet childish. Challenging and still yielding. I used to hate it. It was annoying. It was an excuse for me to let my anger out. I couldn't stand the way you acted around any of us.
I hated hearing it.
And now I can't live without it.
"Bit, what's wrong? What have they done to you?""
Despite all I had to drink for breakfast, my mouth feels like a desert. My throat itches and burns.
"Bit? Can you hear me? Bit?"
I force the words out. They fall uselessly from my lips. The fear of his death ended the moment I saw him alive. It's a false hope now, seeing my wishes being twisted and mutilated before me. He's not dead. But he'll never be alive again.
His face is expressionless. Not one sign of recognition. Not even a blink.
He's like a mindless doll. A dancing puppet pulled by strings. A thoughtless robot with only one mission.
To kill me.
He advances toward me. The Hellcat prowls around like a hunter. Each step brings me closer to my death.
And for some reason, knowing this doesn't have any effect on me. Normally I would go hysterical. I freaked out over a stupid chainsaw story so much I actually fainted. Fighting the Lightning Team and Vega made me panic so badly since I wasn't even able to a put a scratch on them.
I should be confused. I should try to escape.
But it's different now.
No longer is this just another fight. This isn't a game. It's not just about me now. Not dad, Jamie, Leon or even Brad.
It's about Bit.
This is my battle.
And I swear to God it's going to end the way I want it.
The other pilots are cheering as if this is some sort of sick game. They obviously have an idea on what's going on. And they have no intention of missing out on this fight. I can hear their snickering. Cruel sneers and mocking impressions of me. Taunting laughs and amused chuckles. They're getting a kick out of this. Hearing my hopeless pleas over and over. Forcing Bit to attack the person he loves.
I don't blame Bit though. I know what's wrong with him. I know what they have done to him. It's not his fault.
But the others.
They won't be so lucky.
I can shut off their connection. I don't have to listen to them anymore. I can block out their voice. With just a flick of a switch, I won't be distracted.
But I do nothing.
Because soon, they won't be laughing anymore.
I don't realize my hand is trembling on the controls. It's slick with something. I pry it off and stare at my sore palm.
Sweat.
And blood.
Just like last night.
Now though, I'm not cold with abandonment. I'm no longer frozen in fear. I will not be weak and helpless. I won't ever sit down and cry again for my own selfish feelings. Bit was able to live on his own for years. Trading junk and selling scraps. Scrounging up enough money to travel around half the world. I'm not as strong as him, I admit. But I certainly will try.
Violet eyes burn with rage. I'm so furious I'm shaking. I clench hard on my own teeth, not the least bit surprised if they break. Raw strength screams through my body to the point I feel like exploding.
They have backed off, creating a large circle around us. Only four of them. Still, it's too risky to all out bomb them here. Bit is too close. He'll be hit just like the others.
Bit nearly died for me before.
And I won't disgrace him by letting these bastards get away.
I watch his moves intently, my eyes following every step he takes. His Zoid circles mine in feral stealth. He says nothing. Only the barest movement of his arms show any life. His right cheek has been burned a little. And a few scars dot his face. Other than that, there is no other sign from the battle days ago. He still stares at me with soulless eyes. I would give anything to change them back to normal. But I don't dare look back. I know that no matter what I say, he can't hear me. I could cry rivers in front of him and he wouldn't even flinch. Just watching him now makes my heart ache. He used to be so cheerful. Optimistic and tireless as a young boy. The sudden change of him makes me sick to my stomach. I can't let it get to me. I have to focus on the situation.
Sweat begins to build up. My breath quickens. It comes out in raspy wisps of air. The adrenaline rush is fading. Fear replaces it now. I'm losing my concentration. What if I hit him on accident? What will I do if I kill him by my own hand? How can I live knowing that I was the one to take away his life? I can't bear to think of it. I'll die if that happens. I'll kill myself without a regret.
It's midday now, and the sun relentlessly glares down upon us all. I have a coolant system in my cockpit, but it feels like the very air is on fire. I try to block it out though. I create a hidden shield. The snickering and taunts are forgotten. The murderous heat dissipates. My fears still linger but they do not bar my way as before.
Without any warning, Bit leaps toward me with glistening blades. He pounces without restraint. No battle cry is heard. The famous shouts of encouragement are silenced. Not even a growl or grunt. He's the perfect solider that feels no pain. A warrior that fights till he dies. He'll follow every order without question.
Which is the exact opposite of the Bit I knew.
Some people think that Bit is a legend with Liger 0. They say he and Liger 0 are the greatest champions in Zoid History. Others see that he is just another pilot. That without his Ultimate X as a partner there was no way he could've won the Royal Cup. A few people even think that it was just pure luck that he came across the legendary Zoid. Anybody could pilot it with enough talent they said.
I don't care what the hell they all think. Bit may be the chosen one for Liger but he's still a better pilot then I'll ever be. I shout out loud out of fear or anger, I don't know. My Gun Sniper lurches to the side but not fast enough. The claws connect with the tail gun, metal screeches and sparks fly. The force of the hit knocks me down to the ground. I grip the controls tighter, drawing out blood faster in the process. Struggling with the imbalance with my Zoid, I dig the claws deep in the sand and spring off towards the closest Hellcat. His eyes widen in surprise that turns into a soundless scream after I fire off a barrage of missiles. An explosion rips through the battered machine that engulfs it into flame and ash.
That's one down.
Three more to go.
The remaining warriors throw curses and oaths at me. They're taking me seriously now. No matter, either way they'll pay. I slide against the sand, bringing all weapons toward the next target. This one returns fire, the bullets hammering near the legs. Shock waves of the blast rocks my Zoid badly, throwing off my aim. Another warrior charges for my exposed left side. Before I can turn to face him, fangs sink into the neck. My Gun Sniper shrieks at the attack. I shake it violently, trying to toss off the clinging enemy. However, the more I struggle, the deeper the damage. Claws dig into the metal hull, tearing wires and gears. The short arms are of no help with prying this person off. Now, the Hellcat that was firing at me is closing in for the kill. I won't be able to fend both of them off like this. And there's no way I can use any weapons at this range. In seconds, I'll be overwhelmed. Gritting my teeth, I whip to the side roughly, nearly toppling backwards with the weight hanging onto me. With the momentum, my Zoid reaches over enough to bite on one of the legs. In one swift move, I swing back to the other warrior, flinging the one attached on me into the other. Together they roll backwards only to be bombarded by more gunfire. Smoke rises from the pile of blackened ruin.
My victory is short lived. Bit rams me in the side, a quick shot disabling one of my gattling guns. I stumble and fall, unable to regain any footing. Warning signs and status reports fill the screens. Red lights blinking all over the most damaged areas. The combat system is nearly frozen. I won't be able to fight any longer if that happens.
Panting heavily, I drag my head up to watch in silence as Bit Cloud moves in to finish me off.
I came here to try and avenge Bit's death.
And I only ended up becoming a victim of his life.
Cliffhanger!! I will try to update soon but since school is coming up, it may be a while. Please read and review! Again, my apologizes for not putting this up sooner!
Me: *pulls out checklist* Okay! Clean room..uhhh..*crosses that out* clean closet? *scribbles that out too* ummmm..wash dishes?
Leena: Oh skip down to the good ones! We don't care about your mundane chores!
Me- Okay, uhh...lock Harry in a vault with no money? Check!
Brad- Hehehehe..*starts swimming in a pool of money* Wonder what happened to it all?
Me- Kill Mary Champ? Check..
Mary- *bursts into the room with bruises, cuts and broken bones* Lawn.*gasp*...Ornament!!!!
Me- I thought I killed you last chapter!!!
Jamie- You obviously did a poor job.
Me- Shut up!
Mary- *glomps Bit* Wh-wheres...my..*gasp*..sn-snow...flake?
Bit- HELP ME LEENA!!!!!!
Leena- *hugs Bit possessively and punches Mary in the face* You're bleeding on my boyfriend!!!!
Me- *twitches uncontrollably and chases after Mary with Light Saber* STOP GETTING IN THE WAY DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!
My apologizes to you Harry and Mary Fans. I mean no offense, please no flames.
AN: Thank you all readers and reviewers!!! I am very flattered that you all liked the last chapter. And yes, I have changed the Title again. Sorry, but I am horrid at titles. I hate thinking ideas for them. Again, my apologizes. Many thanks to Anika for thinking of it for me.
Also, sorry for not updating much. Been having some problems at home. I will try to do a better job from now on.
Dedication- To Davan! For being such a great person to talk with on IM.
Read and Review pls!
Back to Leena's POV.
Life's Victim
I don't believe what I see. This has to be an illusion. This has gotta be a dream. Bit is dead. I saw Liger 0 get destroyed. The flames, the ashes, the wind, everything. Maybe I'm sick. It might just be me being so depressed. It's a mind trick. These things happen after heavy stress.
I'm sure of it.
This is a mistake.
It has to be.
But no matter how many times I shake my head in disbelief. No matter how fast I blink, the image is there. The blank face just watching me. Unmoving eyes staring back at mine.
Before all of this, before the battle and all of misery I had to endure, I would be in another world when I was with him. His sparkling eyes with a single glance would make me melt, no matter how strong I felt. Blond hair that I loved to mess around with. A strong shoulder to lean on whenever I needed some comfort.
And his voice. It was always playful but serious. Arrogant and understanding. Mature and yet childish. Challenging and still yielding. I used to hate it. It was annoying. It was an excuse for me to let my anger out. I couldn't stand the way you acted around any of us.
I hated hearing it.
And now I can't live without it.
"Bit, what's wrong? What have they done to you?""
Despite all I had to drink for breakfast, my mouth feels like a desert. My throat itches and burns.
"Bit? Can you hear me? Bit?"
I force the words out. They fall uselessly from my lips. The fear of his death ended the moment I saw him alive. It's a false hope now, seeing my wishes being twisted and mutilated before me. He's not dead. But he'll never be alive again.
His face is expressionless. Not one sign of recognition. Not even a blink.
He's like a mindless doll. A dancing puppet pulled by strings. A thoughtless robot with only one mission.
To kill me.
He advances toward me. The Hellcat prowls around like a hunter. Each step brings me closer to my death.
And for some reason, knowing this doesn't have any effect on me. Normally I would go hysterical. I freaked out over a stupid chainsaw story so much I actually fainted. Fighting the Lightning Team and Vega made me panic so badly since I wasn't even able to a put a scratch on them.
I should be confused. I should try to escape.
But it's different now.
No longer is this just another fight. This isn't a game. It's not just about me now. Not dad, Jamie, Leon or even Brad.
It's about Bit.
This is my battle.
And I swear to God it's going to end the way I want it.
The other pilots are cheering as if this is some sort of sick game. They obviously have an idea on what's going on. And they have no intention of missing out on this fight. I can hear their snickering. Cruel sneers and mocking impressions of me. Taunting laughs and amused chuckles. They're getting a kick out of this. Hearing my hopeless pleas over and over. Forcing Bit to attack the person he loves.
I don't blame Bit though. I know what's wrong with him. I know what they have done to him. It's not his fault.
But the others.
They won't be so lucky.
I can shut off their connection. I don't have to listen to them anymore. I can block out their voice. With just a flick of a switch, I won't be distracted.
But I do nothing.
Because soon, they won't be laughing anymore.
I don't realize my hand is trembling on the controls. It's slick with something. I pry it off and stare at my sore palm.
Sweat.
And blood.
Just like last night.
Now though, I'm not cold with abandonment. I'm no longer frozen in fear. I will not be weak and helpless. I won't ever sit down and cry again for my own selfish feelings. Bit was able to live on his own for years. Trading junk and selling scraps. Scrounging up enough money to travel around half the world. I'm not as strong as him, I admit. But I certainly will try.
Violet eyes burn with rage. I'm so furious I'm shaking. I clench hard on my own teeth, not the least bit surprised if they break. Raw strength screams through my body to the point I feel like exploding.
They have backed off, creating a large circle around us. Only four of them. Still, it's too risky to all out bomb them here. Bit is too close. He'll be hit just like the others.
Bit nearly died for me before.
And I won't disgrace him by letting these bastards get away.
I watch his moves intently, my eyes following every step he takes. His Zoid circles mine in feral stealth. He says nothing. Only the barest movement of his arms show any life. His right cheek has been burned a little. And a few scars dot his face. Other than that, there is no other sign from the battle days ago. He still stares at me with soulless eyes. I would give anything to change them back to normal. But I don't dare look back. I know that no matter what I say, he can't hear me. I could cry rivers in front of him and he wouldn't even flinch. Just watching him now makes my heart ache. He used to be so cheerful. Optimistic and tireless as a young boy. The sudden change of him makes me sick to my stomach. I can't let it get to me. I have to focus on the situation.
Sweat begins to build up. My breath quickens. It comes out in raspy wisps of air. The adrenaline rush is fading. Fear replaces it now. I'm losing my concentration. What if I hit him on accident? What will I do if I kill him by my own hand? How can I live knowing that I was the one to take away his life? I can't bear to think of it. I'll die if that happens. I'll kill myself without a regret.
It's midday now, and the sun relentlessly glares down upon us all. I have a coolant system in my cockpit, but it feels like the very air is on fire. I try to block it out though. I create a hidden shield. The snickering and taunts are forgotten. The murderous heat dissipates. My fears still linger but they do not bar my way as before.
Without any warning, Bit leaps toward me with glistening blades. He pounces without restraint. No battle cry is heard. The famous shouts of encouragement are silenced. Not even a growl or grunt. He's the perfect solider that feels no pain. A warrior that fights till he dies. He'll follow every order without question.
Which is the exact opposite of the Bit I knew.
Some people think that Bit is a legend with Liger 0. They say he and Liger 0 are the greatest champions in Zoid History. Others see that he is just another pilot. That without his Ultimate X as a partner there was no way he could've won the Royal Cup. A few people even think that it was just pure luck that he came across the legendary Zoid. Anybody could pilot it with enough talent they said.
I don't care what the hell they all think. Bit may be the chosen one for Liger but he's still a better pilot then I'll ever be. I shout out loud out of fear or anger, I don't know. My Gun Sniper lurches to the side but not fast enough. The claws connect with the tail gun, metal screeches and sparks fly. The force of the hit knocks me down to the ground. I grip the controls tighter, drawing out blood faster in the process. Struggling with the imbalance with my Zoid, I dig the claws deep in the sand and spring off towards the closest Hellcat. His eyes widen in surprise that turns into a soundless scream after I fire off a barrage of missiles. An explosion rips through the battered machine that engulfs it into flame and ash.
That's one down.
Three more to go.
The remaining warriors throw curses and oaths at me. They're taking me seriously now. No matter, either way they'll pay. I slide against the sand, bringing all weapons toward the next target. This one returns fire, the bullets hammering near the legs. Shock waves of the blast rocks my Zoid badly, throwing off my aim. Another warrior charges for my exposed left side. Before I can turn to face him, fangs sink into the neck. My Gun Sniper shrieks at the attack. I shake it violently, trying to toss off the clinging enemy. However, the more I struggle, the deeper the damage. Claws dig into the metal hull, tearing wires and gears. The short arms are of no help with prying this person off. Now, the Hellcat that was firing at me is closing in for the kill. I won't be able to fend both of them off like this. And there's no way I can use any weapons at this range. In seconds, I'll be overwhelmed. Gritting my teeth, I whip to the side roughly, nearly toppling backwards with the weight hanging onto me. With the momentum, my Zoid reaches over enough to bite on one of the legs. In one swift move, I swing back to the other warrior, flinging the one attached on me into the other. Together they roll backwards only to be bombarded by more gunfire. Smoke rises from the pile of blackened ruin.
My victory is short lived. Bit rams me in the side, a quick shot disabling one of my gattling guns. I stumble and fall, unable to regain any footing. Warning signs and status reports fill the screens. Red lights blinking all over the most damaged areas. The combat system is nearly frozen. I won't be able to fight any longer if that happens.
Panting heavily, I drag my head up to watch in silence as Bit Cloud moves in to finish me off.
I came here to try and avenge Bit's death.
And I only ended up becoming a victim of his life.
Cliffhanger!! I will try to update soon but since school is coming up, it may be a while. Please read and review! Again, my apologizes for not putting this up sooner!
Me: *pulls out checklist* Okay! Clean room..uhhh..*crosses that out* clean closet? *scribbles that out too* ummmm..wash dishes?
Leena: Oh skip down to the good ones! We don't care about your mundane chores!
Me- Okay, uhh...lock Harry in a vault with no money? Check!
Brad- Hehehehe..*starts swimming in a pool of money* Wonder what happened to it all?
Me- Kill Mary Champ? Check..
Mary- *bursts into the room with bruises, cuts and broken bones* Lawn.*gasp*...Ornament!!!!
Me- I thought I killed you last chapter!!!
Jamie- You obviously did a poor job.
Me- Shut up!
Mary- *glomps Bit* Wh-wheres...my..*gasp*..sn-snow...flake?
Bit- HELP ME LEENA!!!!!!
Leena- *hugs Bit possessively and punches Mary in the face* You're bleeding on my boyfriend!!!!
Me- *twitches uncontrollably and chases after Mary with Light Saber* STOP GETTING IN THE WAY DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!!
My apologizes to you Harry and Mary Fans. I mean no offense, please no flames.