Magatama Chapter 15: Breaking Out of Solitude

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Didn't take as long to get this one out. I hope you enjoy!
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His bed was cold and hard. Very Cold.

His eyes fluttered open, blinking twice. It was dark--mostly.

A beam of light filtered through an opening to his left, playing over his face. The light was warm and he was cold. He sat up, cross-legged, gathering his bearing.

There was a battle in the mountain. ELF--his men--Meiran...

Captured.

They had surrounded him. He'd reached for his sword, but it was gone. Gone? But he'd always carried the machete with him into battle. Always.

He was cold. The light still danced over his face and he followed it to an oval opening the size of a vanity mirror. It was set on a curved wall about four and a half feet off the ground. It was plenty wide enough for him to fit, but it's placement made it difficult to maneuver into.

Wufei managed to pull himself up into the window and rest with his legs dangling outside. He was still on earth, in the alps even. They weren't his alps though. He wasn't familiar with this skyline.

Perhaps he was in Switzerland?

There wasn't much of a way to escape. Below the window there was a ledge, but that was close to twenty feet down. He could make it, but there was a chance that he would overshoot and plunge down the side of the mountain. He wasn't certain, but he figured he was about half way up.

He contemplated leaving, he might be able to make--make where, he didn't know. He'd have to be awar of his location before he could make it back home. Home...

He took stock of any injuries. There wasn't anything serious, mostly bumps and bruises. He was pretty sure his wrists had been sprained when his captors had thrown him into the cave. He didn't remember being transported...

There was a small yellow green and purple bruise in the crook of his left elbow, accompanied by a puckered pick mark in the skin covering a prominent vein. He'd been drugged intravenously. That scared him. All sorts of terrible things could result from the improper use of needles. He'd have to let Sally check him out when he returned.

He had unconsciously decided he would attempt an escape upon thinking of Sally. He would do it--just not yet, He needed to find out more about where he was.

Perhaps someone would come for hi--or bring him sustenance. They might, at least let something about his location slip. Until then, he would have to wait for sunset...

He pivoted in the window. Turning his back to the slope sent a shiver down his spine, but the fear soon passed as he landed back in his cave, and leaned against the wall.

"My name is Chang Wufei. I am the rank of first Lieutenant in the Preventors Force. I am eighteen years old. I am 175 centimeters or five foot nine inches tall. I weigh 71 kilograms or 157 pounds. My partner is Sally Po, she is also a certified medical doctor. I have no family. They were all killed by Treize before the start of Operation Meteor."

That's wrong...I have a family.


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Twice in the three days since the battle I've wondered what I'm doing. Okay, I suppose its more like twice in the past fifteen minutes. I wonder what in the world possesses me to stay in this place. I thought, Maybe it's because I'm needed. Needed to do what?

Again the phrase passed through my mind: What am I doing?

What's that? Three in seventeen minutes? I looked to the digital clock to my left. The square black numbers set against the amber glow read 1:26. Eighteen minutes.

The passage of time during the witching hour is like being tied down while rats and insects feast on flesh, slowly eating the body alive. I feel like I'm being suffocated by the bleakness of it all.

There is too much pressure.

They all want me to fight. They want me to be who I was during the war. They want me to be Heero Yuy. They only call me Odin Lowe with a sick sort of oozing contempt that stings like orange and black molten metal.

I want to fight. My legs yearn to run and my hands ache to fire a gun or hold the controls of Wing.

It is a burning desire that I cannot rid myself of. I watch any weapon shimmer in the sunlight and saliva floods my mouth.

Zero has polluted my brain. He must leave.

He has left me tainted.

I dream night after night about blowing away a colony. It haunts me and drives me insane. My actions are those of a madman.

Only a few days ago I climbed the mountains in a post-dream stupor, screaming at God within the confines of my head as I was spotted by the enemy.

Suddenly I've acknowledged the existence of a god. Amazing what metamorphoses a person can go through after over a years isolation in a deserted broken down colony. It was all metal, there was no climate control, and water leaked everywhere. Only two of the solar-lite panels still functioned. I gained my oxygen and food from what source I could. I had a garden.

That was where I decided to be Odin. I was weeding my plants, so what little oxygen I had wouldn't be choked out of existence. I did it so what little food I could harvest would suffice me for a time.

Funny how I wanted to die so badly, but I wanted to disappear even worse. I did the latter, and the former I attempted when I decided to become Odin Lowe.

It wasn't a physical passing, I didn't attempt suicide. I only decided that I would no longer be Heero Yuy.

I can't do that. I am not Odin Lowe. I am Heero Yuy.

Odin Lowe was a man that initially taught me to fight. He trained me to be an assassin like him. I guess you could say he was a mentor, more so than Doctor J at least. Doctor J recognized my talent, but saw me as an agent, where as with Odin, I was an apprentice.

I asked Odin once if he was my father. he said he wasn't, but I wasn't sure that I believed him. I still don't know for certain. Doctor J knew, he had both our DNA on record. He never told me. It's not like I couldn't find out if I tried. I simply choose not to. Now I'm sure that he's not.

I tried being him, but now I'm tired of Odin. I'm Heero Yuy. I am not dead. I am alive and I will fight now.


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It's May. May AC 198. It's been almost three years since I met Duo. Three yeas since the beginning.

His wife wasn't a silly creature like the other young wives of the colony. She had always been serious about he business. Many said that she would have been better suited as a man.

Wufei used to think along those same lines, thinking that perhaps if Meiran were a man he would have ahd a more agreeable wife. Now, he figured not. He and Meiran had been placed together, and there was a good reason for that.

Confined to this cave, he longed to go back to her. he stilled himself, waiting for a visitor to bring him some nourishment or information. Whichever it was, it would be welcomed.

For a time he contemplated over the battle, pondering exactly what he had done to get himself captured. He'd told them to go ahead of him because he'd had a feeling. (Not that he'd told anyone else that). That intuition told him that he'd find the truth if he stayed behind. Is that why he hadn't brought a sword?

It might explain it.

This whole damn thing made no sense.

Why did the enemy wish to destroy and disturb peace? Who was the enemy? Not Meiran's ELF, but someone else's.

Devon Steele--the reason Meiran had left the ELF. She'd revealed the actual reason she'd resigned to him just before they'd left to report to Une.

Devon Steele was the other half of Treize. he was the political master mind. He fed Treize his instructions. Together they ran OZ.

The two had met in school. One, Treize, was a militaristic genius, and the other, Devon, was an expert in the area of politics. They formed a friendship, planning for the day when together they would be in charge of the world's government and military. Then, the opportunity arose to join OZ. Treize was granted a high position, and Devon Steele dropped into the background, he was more skilled at hand to hand combat then mobile suit piloting. He made a deal with Treize, that he would pull political strings for him, under Treize's name, if Treize would employ him as his political advisor.

So he did. This is when Devon and Treize merged. However far Treize advanced militarily, he kept Devon with im to advise him. And it worked.

They were a well-oiled machine. Treize being more attractive, and being an aristocrat, stayed out front. Devon, though good looking, could hardly stand-up to Treize's suave public personality. Also, being from a family of poorer status, he was more given to staying in the background and writing the scripts for the plays Treize directed.

He did a wonderful job of hiding. It was part of the fun.

Then the Eve Wars began. Treize began getting a mind of his own when he took the world leadership form Relena. He no longer listened to Devon's ideals. They were not, after all, for the good of the people. Devon wanted vicarious self-glorification through Treize. When Treize realized this and defected during the war with the White Fang, he could no longer bare the thought of the things he had done. It bothered him so to see lives lost. He detested Devon, and was deeply sorry. He hoped that with his death, Devon would see what was right and allowed Wufei to kill him as an apology for killing his wife those years ago.

With Treize's passing, Devon only grew angrier. He found the fledgling Earth's Life Forces organization, and joined, seeing potential in what he viewed as an angry, attractive young woman. Meiran though, wasn't angry, just despairing. She wished to return to her husband, but dind't know how to do so without shame. Devon was aware of who "Meilun's" husband was, just as she was aware of who Devon was. When she sensed that Devon was wanting a higher position in the organization, she let him have it, knowing that he could procure more benefactors. He did. He brought in much needed financial aid, namely from a Mr. Jonathan Phoenix, who was eventually voted to replace "Meilun" when she announced her resignation.

She left because Devon Steele was trying to control her as he had done Treize. She refused to take part in a war that would seperate families as hers had been. Too much was happening in the world for another war.

She had come back to Wufei for two reasons. One, because it was her duty. Two, because she knew it was the only way to fight Devon's ELF.

Wufei had been given another chance to defeat Treize.
I hope that explains the two Treizes for everyone. I can't believe how close to end the story is getting! Thanks for being faithful.