Perfect No More
Chapter 3:
A Dying Angel
After Colony 195
The Wing Angel, barely in one piece, fell through the burning heat of the atmosphere of Earth. Unable to protect itself after the damage it had already suffered from its previous battle, and the impact with Libra's beam canon, the angel gundam began to break up as it tumbled through the night sky over the dark land of Earth. Helplessly, the gundam splashed down into the deep dark depths of the wide oceans of Earth.
Inside the angel as it fell, Leah lay securely in her seat; eyes closed, waiting for that inevitable moment. She had been waiting for this her entire life, ever since childhood. She knew that one day she would have to die; she was just able to avoid it and cheat death time and time again. This was the price for being a perfect warrior.
Just then, as Leah fell unconscious, a small clear teardrop fell from her eyes. Down it fell, until it hit the consul of the Wing Angel cockpit controls.
Suddenly, the gundam started to hum and glow brightly, and then undoing Leah's seat harness, it also opened the hatch of the cockpit. This let blue water rush in and out quickly, sweeping the unconscious body out into the vast blue ocean. The Wing Angel, sensing Leah's body was far enough away, starting to glow and bright red and instantly exploded. The force, however, softened by the soft water, was enough to push Leah's body through the water, to be able to float along with the waves.
~ * ~ * ~
The sun shined brightly on the cold afternoon. It was just a week after Christmas, and along the cool shore line of Southern Japan, near Kyoto. There walked a tall dark brown-haired man wearing a thick black trench coat and a long wool red scarf wrapped loosely round his neck. Holding onto his big hand, a little girl skipped along beside him, bundled in a small thick pink coat and a lavender wool hat covered her light brownish blonde head.
The two walked along the beach, a small blonde haired porcelain doll grasp in the little girl's arm, for it was her favorite gift she had gotten for Christmas from her uncle.
The man suddenly stopped as he felt the little girl pull from his grasp and ran ahead of him, then gave a loud gasp. He looked up and instantly ran up to girl, who stood over another body face down in the cold wet sand. Foam waves brushed over tattered black pants and torn loose black tank top soaking the pale body as well as the light sun-lit blonde hair that fanned out around the body and down to her slim thighs.
The man knelt down next to the unconscious girl's head and reached out his hand to her neck trying to find any pulse; he just barely found one. Starting to show panic in his eyes, the man turned and pulled out his cell phone and spoke urgently into it. After a few minutes, he hung up and turned back to the unconscious girl. Gently picking her up, she lay still in his strong arms. Quickly, the man ran off the beach and toward the edge of the street with the little girl running behind him trying to keep up with his long strides.
They stopped when they reached the busy street, but then cars started to clear a path at a familiar sound. The little girl covered her small ears in order to try and block the sound of the siren of an ambulance coming toward them, stopping right in front of the three figures. Two men jumped from the back of the small white hospital vehicle, pulling along a long portable bed, on which the first man laid the young lithe body. Quickly, making sure the girl was comfortable and breathing normally, the man and the little girl jumped into the back of the truck as they rode away. The little girl was still trying to block out the loud, yet usual annoying siren.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Later that evening, the mysterious girl lay, still unconscious, among the white cotton sheets in a small dimly lit hospital room. Three figures watched her through the glass panel that separating the room and the hall, as they stood outside in the same dim-lit white hallway. A tall woman with shoulder-length blonde hair that loosely fell over her sea blue eyes wore a long loose white doctor's coat with matching long pants.
"That girl is so lucky you found her when you did, Alex." She told the brown-haired man, who held the little hand of the girl, who was jumping up and down against the window frantically trying to see the person inside the room.
"Actually Katrina, Nicole is the one who found the girl, she is definitely your daughter." The man, Alex, said smiling at the beaming eight-year-old.
The female doctor, Katrina, picked up and held the girl in her arms. "Well actually she has more of her uncle in her, isn't that right little Nicole Winner." Nicole giggled against her mommy's chest.
Katrina looked up at Alex again to see his expression turn serious, and hers turned the same as she put Nicole down.
"Do you think the girl will be alright?" he asked, worriedly.
Katrina with downcast eyes, spoke trying to remain calm, and looked into her daughter's light blue eyes for comfort. "It's hard to say. Her wounds are nearly completely healed, however she is still in a coma state, and there is no way to predict when she will wake up if she will ever wake up. All we can do is wait."
That is just what they did for one and a half years, until that fateful day when the Endless Waltz ended the war and brought in the new year of After Colony 197.
TBC
Phew! I finally was able to complete this chapter. I am sorry it took so long, but my idiot computer decides to delete it three times, so I had to start over every time, but I will have this up tonight. I promise.
This is just a warning for the next chapter. It is sort of going to get a little weird. The girl is going to wake up, from this really crazy dream/nightmare. That is next time on chapter 4: The Awakening.
Oh, another note Katrina is one of Quatre's older sisters in case you didn't figure that out, I made her up, I don't know all of Quatre's 29 sisters, also Alex is Nicole's stepfather, but Katrina is referred to professionally as Dr. Winner.
One more thing, here is a short timeline for any of those who are a little confused: 195: December, Leah crashes to Earth, Eve wars ends and Libra falls 196: December, Leah is still in a coma, Endless Waltz ended. 197: January, girl awakens from coma 197: December, gundam boys and friends meet for Christmas
Well, that's it. See you next update.
White Spirit Angel
Chapter 3:
A Dying Angel
After Colony 195
The Wing Angel, barely in one piece, fell through the burning heat of the atmosphere of Earth. Unable to protect itself after the damage it had already suffered from its previous battle, and the impact with Libra's beam canon, the angel gundam began to break up as it tumbled through the night sky over the dark land of Earth. Helplessly, the gundam splashed down into the deep dark depths of the wide oceans of Earth.
Inside the angel as it fell, Leah lay securely in her seat; eyes closed, waiting for that inevitable moment. She had been waiting for this her entire life, ever since childhood. She knew that one day she would have to die; she was just able to avoid it and cheat death time and time again. This was the price for being a perfect warrior.
Just then, as Leah fell unconscious, a small clear teardrop fell from her eyes. Down it fell, until it hit the consul of the Wing Angel cockpit controls.
Suddenly, the gundam started to hum and glow brightly, and then undoing Leah's seat harness, it also opened the hatch of the cockpit. This let blue water rush in and out quickly, sweeping the unconscious body out into the vast blue ocean. The Wing Angel, sensing Leah's body was far enough away, starting to glow and bright red and instantly exploded. The force, however, softened by the soft water, was enough to push Leah's body through the water, to be able to float along with the waves.
~ * ~ * ~
The sun shined brightly on the cold afternoon. It was just a week after Christmas, and along the cool shore line of Southern Japan, near Kyoto. There walked a tall dark brown-haired man wearing a thick black trench coat and a long wool red scarf wrapped loosely round his neck. Holding onto his big hand, a little girl skipped along beside him, bundled in a small thick pink coat and a lavender wool hat covered her light brownish blonde head.
The two walked along the beach, a small blonde haired porcelain doll grasp in the little girl's arm, for it was her favorite gift she had gotten for Christmas from her uncle.
The man suddenly stopped as he felt the little girl pull from his grasp and ran ahead of him, then gave a loud gasp. He looked up and instantly ran up to girl, who stood over another body face down in the cold wet sand. Foam waves brushed over tattered black pants and torn loose black tank top soaking the pale body as well as the light sun-lit blonde hair that fanned out around the body and down to her slim thighs.
The man knelt down next to the unconscious girl's head and reached out his hand to her neck trying to find any pulse; he just barely found one. Starting to show panic in his eyes, the man turned and pulled out his cell phone and spoke urgently into it. After a few minutes, he hung up and turned back to the unconscious girl. Gently picking her up, she lay still in his strong arms. Quickly, the man ran off the beach and toward the edge of the street with the little girl running behind him trying to keep up with his long strides.
They stopped when they reached the busy street, but then cars started to clear a path at a familiar sound. The little girl covered her small ears in order to try and block the sound of the siren of an ambulance coming toward them, stopping right in front of the three figures. Two men jumped from the back of the small white hospital vehicle, pulling along a long portable bed, on which the first man laid the young lithe body. Quickly, making sure the girl was comfortable and breathing normally, the man and the little girl jumped into the back of the truck as they rode away. The little girl was still trying to block out the loud, yet usual annoying siren.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Later that evening, the mysterious girl lay, still unconscious, among the white cotton sheets in a small dimly lit hospital room. Three figures watched her through the glass panel that separating the room and the hall, as they stood outside in the same dim-lit white hallway. A tall woman with shoulder-length blonde hair that loosely fell over her sea blue eyes wore a long loose white doctor's coat with matching long pants.
"That girl is so lucky you found her when you did, Alex." She told the brown-haired man, who held the little hand of the girl, who was jumping up and down against the window frantically trying to see the person inside the room.
"Actually Katrina, Nicole is the one who found the girl, she is definitely your daughter." The man, Alex, said smiling at the beaming eight-year-old.
The female doctor, Katrina, picked up and held the girl in her arms. "Well actually she has more of her uncle in her, isn't that right little Nicole Winner." Nicole giggled against her mommy's chest.
Katrina looked up at Alex again to see his expression turn serious, and hers turned the same as she put Nicole down.
"Do you think the girl will be alright?" he asked, worriedly.
Katrina with downcast eyes, spoke trying to remain calm, and looked into her daughter's light blue eyes for comfort. "It's hard to say. Her wounds are nearly completely healed, however she is still in a coma state, and there is no way to predict when she will wake up if she will ever wake up. All we can do is wait."
That is just what they did for one and a half years, until that fateful day when the Endless Waltz ended the war and brought in the new year of After Colony 197.
TBC
Phew! I finally was able to complete this chapter. I am sorry it took so long, but my idiot computer decides to delete it three times, so I had to start over every time, but I will have this up tonight. I promise.
This is just a warning for the next chapter. It is sort of going to get a little weird. The girl is going to wake up, from this really crazy dream/nightmare. That is next time on chapter 4: The Awakening.
Oh, another note Katrina is one of Quatre's older sisters in case you didn't figure that out, I made her up, I don't know all of Quatre's 29 sisters, also Alex is Nicole's stepfather, but Katrina is referred to professionally as Dr. Winner.
One more thing, here is a short timeline for any of those who are a little confused: 195: December, Leah crashes to Earth, Eve wars ends and Libra falls 196: December, Leah is still in a coma, Endless Waltz ended. 197: January, girl awakens from coma 197: December, gundam boys and friends meet for Christmas
Well, that's it. See you next update.
White Spirit Angel