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Invalidated Fatality
Chapter 3
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Relena bolted upright in bed. Hot tears streamed down her face. "Heero," she whispered, "what's wrong?" She knew something was wrong; she always knew. She hadn't spoken to him in three full years, but she still knew. She reached over and pulled on a thick, braided cord hanging near her bed. Hurriedly, she pulled on her silk robe and wiped the tears from her face. There was a knock on the bedroom door. "Come in," she said.
Pagan, Relena's ancient butler and her trusted friend, entered the room. "Is there anything I can do for you, Miss?" he asked.
Relena sighed. "Yes, Pagan. Do you know any recent news about Heero Yuy?"
"Mr. Yuy? No, I don't believe I do. May I ask why, Miss Relena?"
With another sigh, Relena sat down. "No reason, Pagan," she said, forcing herself to smile. "You can go. Thank you."
"Any time, Miss." he replied as he walked out, shutting the door behind him.
Frowning, Relena sat down at her vanity and looked in the mirror. There was definitely something wrong. He was hurt or in danger . . . or something. She could feel it. She closed her eyes, and again the too- vivid dream played itself out in her mind.
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The room was small and dark (a pale blue light in the ceiling was the only light in the room) with wires - they were red, green, and blue, but everything was blurred - running down one wall onto a flat, chrome bed - or were there two? - that was bolted into the corner. She was seeing from Heero's eyes - or she was in his body or something. Maybe she was the one in the dream - she didn't know. She was sitting in the corner across from the bed, leaning against the two walls, which were surprisingly ice cold, for support, and she was shaking. Her head spun and her chest heaved to breathe. Her head jerked up as the door to the little room opened. A figure, shrouded in haziness, stepped into the room from the bright outside. Relena - or whoever she was in the dream - raised her head and squinted up at the figure. Anger boiled inside her, but it was drowned soon enough. Something small and silver glinted in the figure's hand and came closer. She heard Heero's voice moaning, and then there was nothing.
*****
Relena's eyes snapped open, again streaming with tears. She knew, now, what had happened. Heero had been captured. And, she realized suddenly, was going to be used by the enemy. She shook her head. She wouldn't let them do that. Quietly, Relena dressed, slipped downstairs, and out the door. She needed fresh air.
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Pagan shook his head as he watched the young princess leave. "She knows," he said, turning to the phone. He dialed a number and waited for Noin's voice. "She knows," he told her. "What should we do?"
"I don't know," Noin replied. "We'll have to wait and see."
"Of course." Pagan hung up the phone and shook his head again. "Poor Miss Relena," he said to himself. He smiled faintly. "They're almost psychic - those two. It must mean something . . ."
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He stood in a large, chrome room - the training room - and looked without emotion at the man before him. He had a feeling he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't place it. It tugged at something deep inside him, and it bothered him, but there was nothing he could do. He nodded at the instructions he was just given. He didn't need to be told; he knew them by heart. The man left the room, He pulled out his weapon - a shining green light saber - and dropped into battle stance. Without a noise, without a movement other than his eyes, he searched the room for the enemy. The enemy was excellent in stealth, brilliant in deception, and cunning with its attacks, but he was more swift, more ruthless, and more accurate. It never had a chance.
He stood head-down, looking at the defeated simulation, and frowned. Something was wrong. Something was always wrong. Shaking his head to clear his mind, He looked at the man again. The man nodded, pleased with His results.
"Very good, 01," he said. "Now try the mobile suit. You should be excellent at that."
He nodded, putting his lightsaber away. After the mobile suit, he knew it would be back to the firing range. He never missed, never failed, never messed up any of the simulations, any of the practices. Why did they keep doing them? Why did they keep running the tests? He shook his head again and walked down to the hangar. When would he get a real mission? This place . . . the walls, the floor, even the ceiling - he hated it all. But everytime he began to think like that, he'd get a migraine and searing pain shot throughout his body. When would it end? He wished he could be defeated and die like the others. There were others - he had to fight against them in some of the training. He had killed some of them, but not the others. He killed the ones that cowered. But he was punished for not killing the rest. He didn't care - they could do whatever they wanted to him, and he wouldn't care. Everything seemed familiar. He didn't need the training - and didn't know why. But they still made him do it.
The mobile suit simulation turned out better than expected. They stared in wonder at him when they removed the wires from his head. He looked each of them pointedly in the eye and followed Dr. Robinson out.
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Preventers Headquarters: an array of cursing, slamming fists, arguing, and desperate attempts at not shooting those confounded computers. Lady Une shook her head sadly at the four Gundam pilots and Sally Po. "Nothing?" she asked. The reply was a loud "no" from all of them at once. "Keep me posted," she said, and cautiously backed out of the room. If they didn't find Yuy fast, she thought, there'd be Hell to pay . . . Then she saw Relena, who was standing patiently by Lady Une's office with a worried, tired expression. With a sigh, Lady Une went to greet her. Oh, Hell would even have a hard time with this one . . . 'Damn it, Yuy, you had better be alive.'
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01 lay on that hard metal bed, staring at the dull metal ceiling. He had nothing to think about - wasn't sure if he 'could' think about anything. He was sure they limited his thoughts, but he didn't know how or why. He didn't like not knowing. Sighing, he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
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She was beautiful - long, golden brown hair, defying blue eyes. She looked hurt, but kept her mouth firm and never took her eyes from his. Who was she? he wondered. She was so close to him, so close, and he had to stop himself from touching her. She smiled and walked away, turning around only to say goodbye, but he couldn't hear her. He saw her mouth form the word "good-bye," then another. His name. She had said his name. He did know her. But why? He felt himself smirk slightly - a new feeling for him. Then, everything turned red and black, and he was sent tumbling back to reality.
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"Damn needles," he muttered upon waking up.
"Get over it."
He scoffed, looking down at the needle in his arm.
"Get up, the boss wants to see you. C'mon, we don't have all day - he'll be in here any minute."
Doing as he was told, 01 stood. Not like he had a choice in the matter. They controled him, his every move, his thoughts, his memories, his life. He didn't move when the "boss" walked in, didn't move when he was punched across the face, didn't move when he was shot. Emotionlessly, he watched Commander Hinton, the "boss," leave the room. Then, 01 turned his glance to the soldier that woke him up. The soldier was shaking his head sadly. "How long have I been here," 01 said rather than asked.
The soldier raised an eyebrow. "A month. I'm pretty sure. You don't remember, I guess . . . not surprising. Yea, I think you've been here for a month. They're about ready to send you on missions now," he told him, "so don't go screwing up, okay?" The soldier left, securing the door when it closed.
Only a month . . . no memories, no name - just a number, no real emotions, no anything. He looked down at his blood dripping onto the floor. And they were trying to kill him.
~~END CHAPTER~~
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Author Info: O.o' Oh! And these: "****" mean dreams in this chapter . . .
~~~~~
Invalidated Fatality
Chapter 3
~~~~~
Relena bolted upright in bed. Hot tears streamed down her face. "Heero," she whispered, "what's wrong?" She knew something was wrong; she always knew. She hadn't spoken to him in three full years, but she still knew. She reached over and pulled on a thick, braided cord hanging near her bed. Hurriedly, she pulled on her silk robe and wiped the tears from her face. There was a knock on the bedroom door. "Come in," she said.
Pagan, Relena's ancient butler and her trusted friend, entered the room. "Is there anything I can do for you, Miss?" he asked.
Relena sighed. "Yes, Pagan. Do you know any recent news about Heero Yuy?"
"Mr. Yuy? No, I don't believe I do. May I ask why, Miss Relena?"
With another sigh, Relena sat down. "No reason, Pagan," she said, forcing herself to smile. "You can go. Thank you."
"Any time, Miss." he replied as he walked out, shutting the door behind him.
Frowning, Relena sat down at her vanity and looked in the mirror. There was definitely something wrong. He was hurt or in danger . . . or something. She could feel it. She closed her eyes, and again the too- vivid dream played itself out in her mind.
*****
The room was small and dark (a pale blue light in the ceiling was the only light in the room) with wires - they were red, green, and blue, but everything was blurred - running down one wall onto a flat, chrome bed - or were there two? - that was bolted into the corner. She was seeing from Heero's eyes - or she was in his body or something. Maybe she was the one in the dream - she didn't know. She was sitting in the corner across from the bed, leaning against the two walls, which were surprisingly ice cold, for support, and she was shaking. Her head spun and her chest heaved to breathe. Her head jerked up as the door to the little room opened. A figure, shrouded in haziness, stepped into the room from the bright outside. Relena - or whoever she was in the dream - raised her head and squinted up at the figure. Anger boiled inside her, but it was drowned soon enough. Something small and silver glinted in the figure's hand and came closer. She heard Heero's voice moaning, and then there was nothing.
*****
Relena's eyes snapped open, again streaming with tears. She knew, now, what had happened. Heero had been captured. And, she realized suddenly, was going to be used by the enemy. She shook her head. She wouldn't let them do that. Quietly, Relena dressed, slipped downstairs, and out the door. She needed fresh air.
~~~~
Pagan shook his head as he watched the young princess leave. "She knows," he said, turning to the phone. He dialed a number and waited for Noin's voice. "She knows," he told her. "What should we do?"
"I don't know," Noin replied. "We'll have to wait and see."
"Of course." Pagan hung up the phone and shook his head again. "Poor Miss Relena," he said to himself. He smiled faintly. "They're almost psychic - those two. It must mean something . . ."
~~~~
He stood in a large, chrome room - the training room - and looked without emotion at the man before him. He had a feeling he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't place it. It tugged at something deep inside him, and it bothered him, but there was nothing he could do. He nodded at the instructions he was just given. He didn't need to be told; he knew them by heart. The man left the room, He pulled out his weapon - a shining green light saber - and dropped into battle stance. Without a noise, without a movement other than his eyes, he searched the room for the enemy. The enemy was excellent in stealth, brilliant in deception, and cunning with its attacks, but he was more swift, more ruthless, and more accurate. It never had a chance.
He stood head-down, looking at the defeated simulation, and frowned. Something was wrong. Something was always wrong. Shaking his head to clear his mind, He looked at the man again. The man nodded, pleased with His results.
"Very good, 01," he said. "Now try the mobile suit. You should be excellent at that."
He nodded, putting his lightsaber away. After the mobile suit, he knew it would be back to the firing range. He never missed, never failed, never messed up any of the simulations, any of the practices. Why did they keep doing them? Why did they keep running the tests? He shook his head again and walked down to the hangar. When would he get a real mission? This place . . . the walls, the floor, even the ceiling - he hated it all. But everytime he began to think like that, he'd get a migraine and searing pain shot throughout his body. When would it end? He wished he could be defeated and die like the others. There were others - he had to fight against them in some of the training. He had killed some of them, but not the others. He killed the ones that cowered. But he was punished for not killing the rest. He didn't care - they could do whatever they wanted to him, and he wouldn't care. Everything seemed familiar. He didn't need the training - and didn't know why. But they still made him do it.
The mobile suit simulation turned out better than expected. They stared in wonder at him when they removed the wires from his head. He looked each of them pointedly in the eye and followed Dr. Robinson out.
~~~~
Preventers Headquarters: an array of cursing, slamming fists, arguing, and desperate attempts at not shooting those confounded computers. Lady Une shook her head sadly at the four Gundam pilots and Sally Po. "Nothing?" she asked. The reply was a loud "no" from all of them at once. "Keep me posted," she said, and cautiously backed out of the room. If they didn't find Yuy fast, she thought, there'd be Hell to pay . . . Then she saw Relena, who was standing patiently by Lady Une's office with a worried, tired expression. With a sigh, Lady Une went to greet her. Oh, Hell would even have a hard time with this one . . . 'Damn it, Yuy, you had better be alive.'
~~~~
01 lay on that hard metal bed, staring at the dull metal ceiling. He had nothing to think about - wasn't sure if he 'could' think about anything. He was sure they limited his thoughts, but he didn't know how or why. He didn't like not knowing. Sighing, he put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
****
She was beautiful - long, golden brown hair, defying blue eyes. She looked hurt, but kept her mouth firm and never took her eyes from his. Who was she? he wondered. She was so close to him, so close, and he had to stop himself from touching her. She smiled and walked away, turning around only to say goodbye, but he couldn't hear her. He saw her mouth form the word "good-bye," then another. His name. She had said his name. He did know her. But why? He felt himself smirk slightly - a new feeling for him. Then, everything turned red and black, and he was sent tumbling back to reality.
****
"Damn needles," he muttered upon waking up.
"Get over it."
He scoffed, looking down at the needle in his arm.
"Get up, the boss wants to see you. C'mon, we don't have all day - he'll be in here any minute."
Doing as he was told, 01 stood. Not like he had a choice in the matter. They controled him, his every move, his thoughts, his memories, his life. He didn't move when the "boss" walked in, didn't move when he was punched across the face, didn't move when he was shot. Emotionlessly, he watched Commander Hinton, the "boss," leave the room. Then, 01 turned his glance to the soldier that woke him up. The soldier was shaking his head sadly. "How long have I been here," 01 said rather than asked.
The soldier raised an eyebrow. "A month. I'm pretty sure. You don't remember, I guess . . . not surprising. Yea, I think you've been here for a month. They're about ready to send you on missions now," he told him, "so don't go screwing up, okay?" The soldier left, securing the door when it closed.
Only a month . . . no memories, no name - just a number, no real emotions, no anything. He looked down at his blood dripping onto the floor. And they were trying to kill him.
~~END CHAPTER~~
Do you like it? Hello??? I asked you a question. Okay, fine, but if you find a letter bomb in the mail, its not my fault . . . 'you' were the one that didn't want to review . . .