Man.. hella sorry this took so long to get out, my muses just would not
work with me! That and Mr. Writers Block kept asking me out. Plus
homework.. Just crazy! But part of the real reason why this chapter took so
long to get out is because it's really long, and I wanted to get it all out
in one chapter but as fate would have it, it wouldn't flow. So I've cut it
in half, some where along the way. So Enjoy!
-LOA
Chapter 6
It was a Friday night; three days after Heero had watched Trinity spar with the so called "ghost". The five pilots were sitting in the living room that night, each doing something to occupy each others time. Trinity on the other hand was assumed by them to be in bed, still recuperating from her gun wound. But in reality, she was awake and up and about.
Setting laptop upon the coffee table, Heero got up and headed toward the stair case to check up on Trinity. When he opened the door, he discovered an empty bed, and an open window. Walking into the room he spotted an open laptop with an encoded mission beeping away its arrival. He looked at the message and took note that she had not even touched the message. Yet she was gone.
Heading down to the hanger, he noted that again that her Gundam was not there. Taking a car he drove down the road after the distant shadow of Silverflame in the sky. It had only been four days since she was put to bed from a fatal injury, but was still assigned to another mission, regardless of her state of health.
He watched her from the distance, as she hid her Gundam in the near by woods. He watched her wrap her head in black fabric till only her eyes were visible along with the top of her head. She did the same with her fore arms, for legs, and stomach. When she was done with that he watched her stuff a blank disk into her sports bra, then watched her head off into the distance, and snuck into the Oz base.
Not long after she disappeared in to the base, Heero booted up his laptop, that he had brought along and quickly hacked in the bases security system. He barely missed seeing her in the shadows of the base along the halls. Half way to the control room, she was caught. Rewinding the recording, he studied her movements, and realized that she let them catch her.
Standing out side the cell, that held the recently discovered pilot 06, Zechs was speaking with the guard and how and where they captured her, when a scream was emitted from the room along with a sickening sound of flesh and clothes being ripped apart. Peering in Zechs saw a girl about fifteen, sitting cuffed in the chair. He body was bent as far over as the cuffs allowed her to. From the center for her back two bloody wings stretched out. Her left wing was as black as the darkest pits of hell, while the other was the complete opposite. Even thought it was covered on blood, he could still tell that the wing it's self was whiter that the whitest snow.
"God damn it, why now of all times?" she muttered to herself while dealing with the subsiding pain. Still trembling from the resent pain, she gently folded the two trembling wings against her back and came back up form the hunched over position that she had been in. A long black strip hung loosely wrapped around her neck, indicating that she had used it before to conceal her identity.
Still shocked from the site that greeted him, he stood there from the sheer beauty, and sadness that radiated off the girl. Realizing that someone was there, and watching her, the "angel" lifted her head and gazed directly into Zechs eyes. His breath caught in his throat, as he saw her eyes. Her eyes were a swirling mass of brown, dark red, and a Prussian blue. Those three colors swirled and flashed every second.
"W-What are you?" Zechs took a hesitant step into the cell, all the while wondering, if something so beautiful could exist in this world. Let alone actually survive being so pure in time like this.
"What I am is none of your concern." Red flashed in her eyes as she spat with venom. Eyes flashing brown she attempted to break the cuffs that held her to the chair but failed.
"Then who are you and what are you doing here?" He walked till he stood in front of her, never breaking the eye contact.
"All you need to know is the number 06." Her voice grew hoarse, blood red colored her irises, while her pupils narrowed into slits like a cat. Suddenly the room seemed to burst into flames, Zechs immediately turned and ran out of the room to avoid being burnt. He turned around and looked back in horror that he had left such a sad and beautiful thing in that blazing inferno. He could never forgive himself if he didn't at least try to save the delicate looking fey, or at least try to save what was left of her in that burning inferno. He was about run back in there, and save her when he noticed a lone figure that stood in the midst of the cell and fire.
TBC......
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Well I thought that was a nice place to stop.. I'm working on the next chapter so hold on to your horses. But reviews are really motivating too, so the more you review the faster the next chapter will come. So R&R!
-LOA
-LOA
Chapter 6
It was a Friday night; three days after Heero had watched Trinity spar with the so called "ghost". The five pilots were sitting in the living room that night, each doing something to occupy each others time. Trinity on the other hand was assumed by them to be in bed, still recuperating from her gun wound. But in reality, she was awake and up and about.
Setting laptop upon the coffee table, Heero got up and headed toward the stair case to check up on Trinity. When he opened the door, he discovered an empty bed, and an open window. Walking into the room he spotted an open laptop with an encoded mission beeping away its arrival. He looked at the message and took note that she had not even touched the message. Yet she was gone.
Heading down to the hanger, he noted that again that her Gundam was not there. Taking a car he drove down the road after the distant shadow of Silverflame in the sky. It had only been four days since she was put to bed from a fatal injury, but was still assigned to another mission, regardless of her state of health.
He watched her from the distance, as she hid her Gundam in the near by woods. He watched her wrap her head in black fabric till only her eyes were visible along with the top of her head. She did the same with her fore arms, for legs, and stomach. When she was done with that he watched her stuff a blank disk into her sports bra, then watched her head off into the distance, and snuck into the Oz base.
Not long after she disappeared in to the base, Heero booted up his laptop, that he had brought along and quickly hacked in the bases security system. He barely missed seeing her in the shadows of the base along the halls. Half way to the control room, she was caught. Rewinding the recording, he studied her movements, and realized that she let them catch her.
Standing out side the cell, that held the recently discovered pilot 06, Zechs was speaking with the guard and how and where they captured her, when a scream was emitted from the room along with a sickening sound of flesh and clothes being ripped apart. Peering in Zechs saw a girl about fifteen, sitting cuffed in the chair. He body was bent as far over as the cuffs allowed her to. From the center for her back two bloody wings stretched out. Her left wing was as black as the darkest pits of hell, while the other was the complete opposite. Even thought it was covered on blood, he could still tell that the wing it's self was whiter that the whitest snow.
"God damn it, why now of all times?" she muttered to herself while dealing with the subsiding pain. Still trembling from the resent pain, she gently folded the two trembling wings against her back and came back up form the hunched over position that she had been in. A long black strip hung loosely wrapped around her neck, indicating that she had used it before to conceal her identity.
Still shocked from the site that greeted him, he stood there from the sheer beauty, and sadness that radiated off the girl. Realizing that someone was there, and watching her, the "angel" lifted her head and gazed directly into Zechs eyes. His breath caught in his throat, as he saw her eyes. Her eyes were a swirling mass of brown, dark red, and a Prussian blue. Those three colors swirled and flashed every second.
"W-What are you?" Zechs took a hesitant step into the cell, all the while wondering, if something so beautiful could exist in this world. Let alone actually survive being so pure in time like this.
"What I am is none of your concern." Red flashed in her eyes as she spat with venom. Eyes flashing brown she attempted to break the cuffs that held her to the chair but failed.
"Then who are you and what are you doing here?" He walked till he stood in front of her, never breaking the eye contact.
"All you need to know is the number 06." Her voice grew hoarse, blood red colored her irises, while her pupils narrowed into slits like a cat. Suddenly the room seemed to burst into flames, Zechs immediately turned and ran out of the room to avoid being burnt. He turned around and looked back in horror that he had left such a sad and beautiful thing in that blazing inferno. He could never forgive himself if he didn't at least try to save the delicate looking fey, or at least try to save what was left of her in that burning inferno. He was about run back in there, and save her when he noticed a lone figure that stood in the midst of the cell and fire.
TBC......
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Well I thought that was a nice place to stop.. I'm working on the next chapter so hold on to your horses. But reviews are really motivating too, so the more you review the faster the next chapter will come. So R&R!
-LOA
