Creation
[Chapter One]
"Commander! Do you see anything?" A young girl with blue eyes and striking violet hair shouted, while maneuvering her Leo through the rubble. There was no response, just the dull rippling of static on the other line. The girl sighed, running a hand through her short hair. She adjusted her goggles and continued to search. Her commanding officer was ahead of her, but stood unmoving.
"I doubt the boy's even alive." The girl finally could hear her commander's voice over the intercom.
"Well, all they would do is have him killed anyway. Let's just say we couldn't find the body." The girl pleaded.
"That little kid could have altered history, you know. He could have shot down Officer Treize. Even as we speak he is being tended to at a hospital. We won't be able to fight for some time." The Commander responded. The girl gave out an exasperated sigh.
"Zechs...he's just a little boy. What influence could he have on the colonies in this era?"
"Always be cautious, Noin."
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"He isn't moving." The whine escaped the young boy's lips, as he clung to Dr. J's one real arm. The old man patted his head top reassure him.
"He'll be fine, Jeighden. He needs a lot of rest now." The boy wouldn't be still though, he was shaking, being the only one who would go investigate the boy. The others had practically forced him. Jeighden felt a slight shiver travel up his spine as he looked down at the small boy. He was young; a couple years younger than Roy, who had been the youngest before the boy had arrived. This boy seemed the smallest and most fragile of them all; but there was something about him that just whispered strength. Currently, he was lying on a cold, metal table. He didn't look asleep; more like unconscious. His dark brown hair fell over his eyes, tightly shut. His upper body was bare, and he looked to be wasting away. The boy's ribs were clearly visible, and his arms and legs were skinny and flimsy. Aside from the part of his body covered by a flimsy towel, there were scars everywhere. They weren't visible at first glance, but they were there; and some looked very painful.
"What'd you do to him Dr. J?" Jeighden asked, backing up a step. The old man gestured towards a computer, seated on a table near them. On the screen there was a picture of the outlined shape of the child's body, and were tiny red dots in each part. Below it was a chart that monitored his breathing, above it was a map with a yellow dot and a red dot. They were relatively in the same place. What caught Jeighden's attention most were two bars, and a marking place for each. They were in the middle of the bars now, but as Jeighden leaned closer to read the tiny print under the bars, he discovered that one bar controlled a part of the boy's brain, and the other a part of his nervous system.
"You-you've hooked him up to this computer..." Jeighden said with disbelief. Dr. J nodded.
"This way, I can control the boy's temperature, movement, state of consciousness, and his emotions to an extent. The emotions are the most difficult to control, but in time, with more study, I will be able to have more influence over them." Jeighden was astonished. He leaned even closer to the computer studying it further.
"What're those little red dots inside the diagram of his body?"
"Ah, those. Well, those are the locations of the censor's I've placed in him. I can turn them on and off whenever I wish, and I can send electric pulses to them. Here, let me show you." Jeighden gasped as Dr. J leaned over to the computer, and watched as he typed something in the computer. Only a split second later, the boy's arm jerked violently, and a small whimper escaped his lips. Jeighden watched in amazement as the boy stirred, but didn't wake up.
"How come he's still asleep, Dr.?" Jeighden asked, his small hands gripping the edges of the desk so hard his knuckles were flushed crimson. Dr. J just smiled, reaching down to stroke the unconscious boy's tousled hair.
"He's under powerful sleeping drugs." Jeighden blinked, still amazed at how much control the doctor had over the tiny boy. He was almost like a robot now, with almost no physical control and only some mental control. An involuntary shiver traveled up Jeighden's spine as he thought of himself in that boy's place. He didn't know if he could go back and tell his friends about what had been done to the boy. Donavan still hadn't recovered from the incident earlier. It took most of Dr. J and his men's efforts to get the frightened boy out of the gundam. Jeighden was actually surprised the older boy had been even more frightened than he.
Jeighden had always resisted his curiosity and refrained from asking Donavan about his experiences at the garage before his and the other boys' arrivals. Donavan was the oldest, and it was a mystery to the other boys how long he had really been there. Jeighden had never known his parents, so it didn't bother him so much that he was blessed with a comfortable place to stay and two, great guys to talk with. Roy came last, and he was the closest to Jeighden's age. Roy had been living with his grandmother and she had passed away just a couple months prior to his seventh birthday. Jeighden had befriended Roy immediately, and the two were unable to be separated.
The quietest of the the four boy's was Keyle(1). Currently at the age of twelve, he was only a couple months younger than Donavan. He kept his feelings locked up and had apparently swallowed the key, because even though he had been living there with Donavan for the longest time, he couldn't even express himself to *him*. Jeighden once heard rumor that J(2) thought Keyle would be the easiest one to operate on; and he would have if he had found him just a couple years earlier. J claimed he would only operate on boys who had not yet reached puberty, even though operating on Keyle had been tempting. Jeighden thanked god that he nor Roy was the kind of boy J had been looking for; especially since they were only eight.
Jeighden had realized his thoughts had drifted until he felt the cool metal of Dr. J's claw grip his arm lightly, pulling him aside. Jeighden struggled a bit, trying to get in another glance at the boy on the table. He was shocked to realize that the boy was stirring awake, and appeared to be in a great deal of pain. He tried to jerk out of J's grip, to get a better look at what was happening, but J's men were blocking his view of the boy, leaning over the table, holding his thrashing limbs down. The boy on the table screamed in agony, and Jeighden caught a glance at him; he was straining his tiny muscles, almost as if he knew there were censor's inside of him, controlling him. Then Jeighden was thrown out, overpowered by J, who had gripped his arm so hard it bruised. He slid across the smooth silver floor of the garage and watched the heavy door to the operating room slam in his face before the muscles in his neck gave out and his head met the floor in a sickening smack.
And then there was chuckling behind him..
"Shut up Roy, J really hurt me." Jeighden said, sitting up in place, gingerly rubbing the back of his head without worry of fussing up his nicely combed blond hair. He heard the squeak of his friend's sneakers as he approached him, and kneeled beside him.
"So, what'd 'ya see in there?" Roy asked impatiently. Jeighden blinked in sudden awareness.
"Oh. It was so weird!" He lashed out immediately, forgetting his bruised head and arm temporarily, "J had him hooked up to a computer. He's completely controlling him. The kid's like a robot now!" He shouted enthusiastically.
"You saw him?" Roy questioned in disbelief. Jeighden's expression fell solemn.
"Yeah. He's really tiny, real thin. I'm not sure how old he is, though." Roy, looking a bit irritated, adjusted his gaze to the door of the operating room. He got up off his knees and faced it, like it was a monster guarding secret treasure.
"Aw, I wanted to meet him." Roy whined to no one in particular. Jeighden sneered.
"Oh, please. All you guys was chickens 'cept for me. Anyways I didn't meet him, he was unconscious. J kicked me out when he started to wake up." The boy was now running his finger over a dark bruise already appearing on his right arm.
"You're worse than a chicken, you're crazy." Came a monotone voice from behind both eight year olds. Jeighden and Roy turned there heads and stared curiously at the tall, dark haired, dark eyed boy leaning against the wall. The door to the dorms was open, and Keyle had dressed lazily in a pair of loose jeans that needed a belt and a white-shirt, stained with grease from work, after the long, restless night after the operation.
"Why?" Jeighden asked, slightly taken back by Keyle's comment.
"Probably diseased in there. Who knows what J did to that kid. You didn't step in any blood, did you?" Keyle asked a now frightened Jeighden. On instinct Jeighden checked the bottom of his shoes, and Keyle rolled his eyes at the boy's stupidity.
"So what did you see?" He asked. Jeighden frowned at him, placing his feet back in a casual position. Roy's eyes lit up.
"Jeighden said they hooked him up to a computer and now he's a robot!" Keyle raised an eyebrow.
"Really? They didn't replace his body parts with artificial metal ones, like J's?" Jeighden groaned at the thought. It was creepy enough to have a guy walking around with a metal arm, but to have a boy close to his age lurking about made of metal?
"Nah, he looked normal from the outside, but J's got censors inside his body and he can hurt him whenever he wants." Jeighden replied. Keyle froze. His usual emotionless expression faulted, and if Jeighden and Roy didn't know better they'd say the allmighty Keyle was a bit scared.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence, Keyle spoke.
"Enough. Get your butts in the kitchen, breakfast is ready."
[end chapter one]
(1): Keyle's name is pronounced, "Key Lee." Hmm...I might as well just explain everybody else's while I'm at it. Donavan's is just how it's spelled, Jeighden is "Jay din" and Roy I think you can figure out. ^^;;
(2): This is just another variation of Dr. J's name.
Next Chapter: Heero will make his first speaking appearance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or it's characters. However, Donavan, Keyle, Jeighden, and Roy are my creations, not that I would honestly care that much if you took them. (which nobody is going to...*evil glare*)
Oh yeah, reviews are craved!!!!
~PC