Disclaimer: I don't own G-Gundam or any for the show's characters

By: Alimoe =0D

Summary: This is a piece of Allenby's past. It's a visit to New York
when Allenby was seven years old, and with the scientists. This can
correspond with my other story, but you don't have to read this story
to understand my other one and visa-versa. This doesn't have romance
in it, but Allenby and Chibodee are the two main people in this story.

Oh! And this is in Allenby's point of view. =0)

The Day I Heard Freedom Ring Chapter 3

I wake to loud screams from outside my cell into the main walkway. It's Saturday afternoon, I look outside, about four o'clock. I slept in as late as I could today, Doc told me a few days ago that I'll need the rest. And truthfully since our last encounter four nights ago I haven't slept as well as I used to. Only about an hour or two of sleep tops, the rest of the time I just laid in my bed unable to stop thinking about what the doc said.

Luckily I actually did get some sleep in the naps I've been taking today. But I don't think I'll be taking any more naps. I look out the window once more leaning to the right to see the front of the lab.

All the children are lined up, getting into steel secured cargo trucks. By their movements I can see they weren't that thrilled to go. I heard talk at night that these "rejects" will go to orphanages and foster parents. Sounds like a nice life to me - but - then again most of them will most likely end back on the streets. There's so many of them though, poor kids, talk about a bad deck of cards in their hands.

"So she finally wakes! One forty-seven you must be very excited about the up coming events."

I look towards the eerie soft voice coming from that tiny window of my door with bars running down it. It was *him* creepy guy from a few days ago. His glasses never show his eyes, due to the poor lighting of the place, they reflect the light in the most frightening way. I remember from before he has black slick hair with a gray streak down the left side of his hair.

"Well aren't you one forty-seven?"

I take one last look at him, before turning my attention back to the kids that are now almost ready to leave. Only a few more to load in . . .

"Well one forty-seven I know I'm excited. *Very* excited for you. Incase I don't see you off, good-luck. Heh." And I can swear I can hear him say 'You'll need it.' Quietly after that, but it could be just my own self- doubt, telling me that.

The last of the kids enter the truck. Just before one girl enters she looks my way. It seems like my vision just zooms in on her. I can see her so clearly, she's my age, wearing a black tarnish cloth, she has ruffled dark green hair, and light blue eyes. I see her face in a closer view and there she is. Just staying there, standing and then she smiles. She's smiling at me! She boards that truck and it backs up as the gates open for all the vehicles to leave. She's there, by the window covered by bars. Waving and smiling at me. She's the last truck to leave and a tinge of my heart feels a tiny ache.

Good-bye green haired girl. I don't know why I feel somewhat attached at a smile and a wave, but I wish you the best of luck.

"Caught up in a moment?" A person asks.

Huh? I immediately look for the face, and a bald, plump man in a blue suit enters my cell.

"Hello Miss, from what I understand you're going to be our future representative."

"Yes . . . And?" I ask looking at him suspiciously.

"Well I'm here to take you to the place where you're going to have your training. I'm the head of committee for this undertaking for the time being. You may call me 'Boss' if you wish."

Humph, 'Boss'? "Well then 'Boss' you may call me Miss Beardsley." I say while standing up proud and tall.

"Kid, I can see you have spunk, hope it's still there ten years from now."

"You needn't worry 'Boss' it will be. And I'm not a kid!" He gives me a sideways smile before jerking his head over his shoulder.

"Come on lets go. Your transportation has arrived early."

I nod in response and walk outside to the main hallway. It's creepy without all those kids yelling and making a fuss. There's nothing but silence.

We make a few turns here and there and from what seemed like a half an hour later (although I'm sure it was really ten minutes) we make it to the outside. There's the truck, heh, same as the others except it'll only be me rather than hundreds of kids.

I look around. But what about Doc? He's not going to say good-bye? He said 'I wont see you until Saturday' and it *is* Saturday! Well, I guess he doesn't have to say good-bye. That 'pep' talk he gave me, I guess, was enough.

I walk out towards the truck with 'Boss' urging me along. A cold breeze blew, and I mentally shiver for my poor clothing isn't helping out here in autumn. I look in back of me one last time. He *has* to be here. He wouldn't break a promi - "Doc!"

I see him now; he's outside here - on the other side of the building. He seems to be keeping his distance. He waves to me, with a smile on his face, but it's phony. I can see his eyes even if he is much taller than me, and they're scared? Still the least I can do is leave him with a smile and a wave. I do just that, and turn around toward the truck while giving one last glance to the building that decided my fate.

A ruckus was coming from it, and in the corner of my eye I can see *that* man, and a security guard throwing himself at his waist. It all seems to be happening in slow motion, that man reaches into his pocket, and the guard topples onto his waist. The man is pulling out something as the guard is trying to pull him down. I want to stop my head and body from moving towards the truck, but I can't help it, momentum keeps me going. I face the truck and the instant I do I can hear it. It's almost like a can see it and feel it. A loud bang sound came out, hit the target, and I can't do anything but run.

"Doctor!" I hear 'Boss' cry out from not far behind me. The gates are wide open, waiting for the truck to come, but are now closing with my approach. I continue to run faster, and faster. I feel a pain in my heart, and tears flowing from my eyes, but it only intensifies the fuel for raising my speed. Doc . . . I hear another bang from behind me, it's up in the air and black birds fly off in every direction making a ruckus while doing so.

I pass though the gates as I hear a "HEY! YOU THERE! STOP!!!" But I can't, I was told to run. Doc told me to! I run to the left of the road, and take a quick glace on the scene. That evil man who did in Doc is now down on the ground with a few other security guards on him, but Doc . . . Everyone is around him I can't see him. I know the chances of him surviving are grim, but I can still hope!

I hear a faint siren from the street, which makes me realize that I'm still running on one. If I stay to the street they'll catch up to me, so . . . I look next to me to some woods filled with trees losing their leaves. I'll go in here!

I make a sharp turn to the right and dash though the woods, making zigzags to avoid all the trees. I'm not stopping or turning around for anything. Although all the noises have now disappeared from my ear range I know I shouldn't turn around.

'You must only look forward now Allenby.' I mentally told myself.

"Only look forward." I repeated to myself half as a comfort, and half as an order.

I continue to wander though the quiet woods, until the honking of car horns reaches my ears.

"Finally civilization!" I exclaim with glee.

'But is that a good thing?' My inner voice asks 'What if these people are worse than those scientist?'

'Well it doesn't matter because I have to continue running. I'm never going to stop, until I get to some far away place!' I argue back

'Good - never stop running; never look back. I think we lucked out on the time though- fall. All these dead leaves are coving our tracks.'

'Whatever. I shouldn't be talking to myself anyways, so scram!' And with that I stop talking to myself for the time being.

I run up a steep hill before seeing this great place I once heard so much about. New York, is . . . Ugly! Pollution fills the sky dark gray, almost black! There are huge buildings everywhere that you can't seem to see past them. Each building trying to out do the last. Destruction of what once must had seemed beautiful monuments and display objects only further complimented this awful view I'm seeing.

Huh?! I shouldn't stop and gawk at this once "glorious" place's ugliness, I should be moving! I run to a corner, and manage to cross the street. With all these crazy drivers out here, I wouldn't be surprised if the deaths caused by accidents increased. I make a few turns, right, left, left, right, and find myself in an alley surrounded by two brick buildings.

'Hmm . . . let's see where it leads to, this might be a good place to sleep, if I find myself a nice corner. The sun is practically gone, only about fifteen more minutes till it's dark, so I should find a place to sleep.'

I feel a sharp pain on my left foot, and trip over something from my lack of attention. I take a look on what's the source for my foot's sudden cry of pain, glass, broken glass. Ouch! I pick off as many pieces as I can from my bare foot. There's still some pieces left in there, but all the larger and medium size pieces are gone, I don't have the proper tools to get out the tiny and smaller pieces.

I stand back up, scrape of some of the dirt and junk from me from when I tripped, and spit on my hands to clean them of dirt. I rub them together, and wipe them on my dirty white scraps, which clothes me. I spit on them again, and rub them on my scrapes from my fall, it's not long before I finish and once again I wipe my hands on my clothes then continue to run.

My left foot screams every time it hits the ground, but I have to continue running, I've already wasted too much light, it's not much longer before dark.

I finally reach an end to this alley to see the beginning of a highway heading high up above, and concrete fully supporting all of it until a certain point where pillars of concrete take over. I look around for a must needed rest spot. Ah! I finally found one! It's in a corner between the concrete wall that's fully supporting the highway, and a few trash cans.

I walk over in that direction, finally a place to rest where I can bundle up, and hide to get some sleep.

Suddenly two boys cut me off with their palms out. They say something to me but I can't understand it, all I know it that they're waving their index finger back and forth. 'No'

"No what?" I ask, but it only seems to anger these two boys more.

They're an odd looking pair. One is tall and thin to the bones, in fact I'm surprised he can stand up, little lone try to intimidate a person. But I guess that's what his partner was for, he was short, and stubby, his eyes were squinted and his cheeks fully round and red. The plump one had a shaven head with a few thin stubs of dirty, brown hair on top of his head. The ghost boy had pale blue eyes, worn down from his hard years of the past I can assume, but shared the same hair fashion with his black hair. And although they seem to be living of the streets their clothes weren't nearly as bad as mine. At least they had pants, jeans too, they had holes in them, but they had jean pants! Their shirts looked to be worn out turtlenecks to fit the weather conditions.

Both boys now start laughing at me. What are they laughing about?! Then the short pudgy boy started getting into my space, up in my face! I clutch my fists and hold back from punching them out.

"Stop laughing!" I command, but it only encourages them. Both are now up in my face, saying words that I don't understand, still laughing. "Stop it! I'm warning you two!" I yell as I put up my fists in defense.

Both retreat back with a sinister grin on their face, talking to each other with their hand gestures pointing in my direction. I stand my ground, moving my right foot I little to firmly plant myself. Whatever they were talking about they both came to the conclusion to fight, as they try to quickly sneak up on me. I jump to my right, becoming closer to the concrete wall.

"Stop it! I'm looking for a place to sleep! But if you want to make me fight I will!" I yell at them, but no use they come after me again, in a double team effort, and I jump to my left, feeling the pain from my left foot being the first to land. I twitch my eye for a fraction of a second in the intense pain of small glass bits digging into my foot.

"Last chance boys." I inform them. Heh, but boys never listen to girls now do they? The thin one runs in a charge, and I believe the chubby one somehow managed to get behind me. I'll have to use that high jump I've been practicing during fitness tests in the lab. I use my right foot as the main spring and leap high into the air. My left leg is following in the correct form and I'm able to glide over the stick boy with ease, almost too much ease. I try to land as graceful as my leap, my right foot was the first down but the left foot hits the pavement, a miscalculation on the timing on my part, so in simple terms, I fell and my left foot is in now a greater pain than before.

"AC-!" I cut myself off from my interjection of pain and bite my lip. My palms hold me up and I can only think of myself as limp looking. Heh, both legs lying down with only the arms holding the body up is a great position to be finished off in. I look at my two new buddies and see them eagerly approaching me. Slowly of course because it's more agonizing to wait for your own 'doom' so to speak. Erg! I wont let that happen! I just escaped; I'm not going to let Doc down! That dumb decision he made, I wont let it be for me to get beat up!

I slowly pull myself up, my right leg, then my left. Despite myself I'm showing my favor towards my right leg. "I just want a place to sleep." I say to them I wave my hands back and forth saying 'forget about it' 'cancel', 'void'! But they only temporarily stop, laugh, and shake their heads.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shout. Then some figure stepped in front me from the shadows. He shouts something to them in their language and they suddenly stop. Awe struck. They seem to be pleading their argument, but whoever this boy is in front of me isn't taking it. He firmly says something and doughboy and breadstick boy leave.

"Are you alright?" He asks still watching the boys.

I instantly fall back down to the ground and look at my left foot. Twisted, and now swelling. "Nothing, I can't handle." I say with pizzazz in my voice, never let a stranger hear your pain. But then again my falling to the ground most likely didn't help that fact.

He bends down to his knees and looks at my foot. He gently picks it up with a hand of his and amazingly catches my right foot, which instinctively moved from the pavement towards him.

"Clam down kid, I'm not going to hurt you. I only want to help you."

"I'm not a kid! And I definitely don't need any help!" I yell to the blue hair. This doesn't help all I can see is the back of his head because he's looking at my foot! I need to see his eyes not his hair!

"Heh. Really? Your foot says otherwise kid." He places my foot back down on top of my right. "Glass, and twisted, you're lucky you were able to stand with your condition."

"What condition?! I'm fine you jerk, now leave me b-!" I stop from completing my sentence, when this boy picks me up, legs on one arm; the other arm was supporting my back and upper body. The boy's face finally turned towards mine, and looked at me straight in his eyes. He had the clearest green eyes I've ever seen in my life. It almost seemed to hit me, and take me back.

"I'm sorry kid, but this is for your own good." He says to me, while looking in my eyes. What is he planning on do-? Then I feel a pressure in my neck.

~*~ End Chapter 3 ~*~

A/N: Yay, chapter 3 is all done and posted! We're finally getting into the main setting! This chapter was so far the longest as of the three so I hoped everyone enjoyed getting a little bit more information than the last time - although this chapter was mainly action and not a lot of thinking to relative to the plot. Plus I have it up relatively soon! But from this point on the story will be on hold until I can finish my other story. So hopefully - to those who like the story - this will hold you for a while.

Oh! And to any New Yorkers if you feel offended by the description of New York so far it was solely based on the anime clips we were able to see in Chibodee's past. So really, please take no offence to the description. I'm just trying to make it more realistic from what is told by Chibodee.

~*~Response to the Readers~*~

First of all I would like to thank all readers especially those who review. Reviews really make me happy, and can even give me new ideas to put in the story based on what one is observing or thinks. So thank you to everyone who read the story, and a super thanks to those who review - it lets me know if I'm doing all right so thanks.

To: Isis Hotep

Lol, I usually read fics late in the late too, 11 at night to 2 sometimes 3 in the morning on reading fics is common for me, depending. Anyways, thank you fro reviewing my last chapter. Now you know what Allenby didn't know back in the last chapter. Hopefully now after reading this third chapter it makes more sense now. As for Doc, no he's an OC but he is related to someone that is connected to Allenby in the Anime so you'll find out more about in hmm . . . the very last chapter. =0D But I'm glad I got you thinking on who he might be. Thank you for your last review I hope to earn another one from you.

~Alimoe =0D

To: Assassin-G

Yay! I'm soooooo happy that you like this fic. Any positive review is always nice, but your review was very, VERY kind. Thank you so much, I hope to hear from you again.

~Alimoe =0D

To: Ms. Becky (starangel100890)

Thank Ms. Becky for another review. I guess I don't expect any review because when it comes to my writing it's one of those 'expect the worse, hope for the best' types of things. ^-^ ' Still thank for your compliment on how I'm good with Allenby. Yes I've noticed all your stories have OC's in them. I give you credit, because OC are hard to write because you don't want to make them a Mary-Sue. I think it comes with practice, and remembering the character is a person - meaning they have flaws and good points. So I give you credit for your stories. I'll try my best to read your story, I'm falling behind of them, so please be pacent with me and reading stories. But I'm reading your next chapter for I'M WHAT sometime this week, I know that. I just posted my next chapter of Man with Blue and Pink Hair - same time & day. So if you want you can check it out. I hope that's not too much of a disappointment, but hopefully chapter 11 wont be. It's already written, and explains a lot. Anyways, thank you for the review I hope to earn another one.

~Moey =0D

To: Madmanmay

Madmanmay thank you for review. It was very nice one for me to receive, because you commented on my goals for this story. So thank you! I enjoy writing stories in first person because then the reader doesn't know everything that goes on, they only know what the character knows, and sees events as the character sees it. Maybe someday I'll break away from that trend of mine, but I like to write stories that focuses on Allenby's life from her POV. I would like to think it makes things more interesting than to just reading about the whole picture.

I've read the summary on your story, and it looks interesting. Plus if it might end up being a C/A I'll definitely read it. =0) Especially now that I have my updates posted. So I look forward to that, and I hope to earn another review from you.

~Alimoe =0D

To: Shuffle Queen

Lol, don't worry about reading the story right after I update it. I also tend to fall behind on my author alerts as well. Thank you for your comments on the story so far about young Allenby you've touched on some of my goals for this story in the character aspect. So thank you. And I did update my other story, same day/time too. I hope you enjoy chapter 10 although I think chapter 11 is much better. I hope earn another review from you.

~Alimoe =0D