Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing…yet! Mwa ha ha ha!!! I'm sorry it took me so long to write this chapter but things have been hectic lately and the fact I don't have internet at home isn't much hep either. So….. sit back and enjoy chapter two!
Darkness in Light
'Please stop!' 'My sisters dying- help her!' 'Help her goddamit!' My legs gave way beneath me, the puddle I landed in doing little to my already drenched trousers. The small body in my arms stirred slightly at my raised voice but still wouldn't regain consciousness, still wouldn't open her eyes, still refused to breath properly. The medical vans drove right passed us, going to help soldiers rather than innocent children who had no hand in the war, who didn't want it. But I'm getting ahead of myself; six year olds don't die for no reason, especially in Wartime.
Her name was Anya, a brown haired, brown eyed little girl with a love for chocolate and life. She was always dancing and singing, as long as she was there laughter filled the house- and I loved her more than life itself. But you see, War is a very strange thing, though you may be prepared to die for someone, there is no guarantee you'll be able to. War has taught me a valuable lesson- mankind has no problem with killing the innocent and that thought still sickens me to the bone.
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'Robin!' her voice called out from the front door, echoing through the house.
'Yes?'
'Come look at what I found, I think its hurt.' She answered- she always did have a heart of gold. Our little Anya. Sliding down the banister, I found her in the living room with a little bird in her hand. Its wing was in an odd position and it was barely moving, an omen I should have taken heed of.
'Where did you find it?'
'A few streets away, someone had knocked its eggs out of its nest- I had to help it.' There was a note of pleading in her voice, knowing what I was going to say next.
'Didn't I tell you to take the bus home?! Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to walk home on your own, especially these days?'
'If it's so dangerous then why don't you pick me up like you used to?' She demanded, trying to hide her tears.
'You know I can't. With Dad gone I have to look after mum and try to make her better. Look, I'll bring it to the vet and we'll forget about you disobeying, okay? At least you're safe.' I said with a sigh, looking at the bird and ruffling her hair at the same time.
'Kay Tweety, I'll be good from now on promise.' She said before handing me the robin and hugging me. A smile crept onto my lips as an idea popped into my head. My stupid, empty head that didn't think of bringing her with me.
'How 'bout we bake a cake when I come back?' I asked, knowing how much she loved to cook. Almost as much as she loved to dance.
'Yay!' Was all she said before running up to her room. Putting down the robin for a moment, I went and got my coat, wrapping up against the cold weather as best I could.
Picking up the robin, I went to the door and left, forgetting to say goodbye. As I walked, I studied the robins little face and though I know it's impossible, it looked anguished, as any human mother who had lost her children would. I didn't think about it too much at the time, but it will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I spent a while at the vets, making idle small talk about the weather and other crap. I said unimportant things, wasted the time I had left with my sister with a complete stranger. I didn't realise anything was wrong until I heard the whistle, the whistle you get when mobile suits are shooting at each other- the call of death. Like any sane person I stayed inside the vets, praying for the safety of my family. The moment the shooting stopped I ran to my house as fast as I could, slipping on the floor, wet from the heavy downpour of rain.
When I got to my house, I felt as if my heart had stopped beating. The right wall had caved in and tongues of flame were licking the walls of the house. Neighbours came out, looking at the house as if it were an interesting side show at a circus. I ran to the house, ignoring the hands that tried to hold me back as I scrambled through the rubble to find some sign of the fate of my family. They were next to each other, my mum was dead, her body covering Anya's unconscious one, and stupidly I thought she'd survive- until she began coughing up blood. Picking her up, I carried her to the crowd of neighbours, crying out for help, but they just looked at me blankly, as if they were watching a movie with an unconvincing actor as the main character.
Running as fast as I could, I went in the direction of the hospital, the tears streaming down my face invisible against the pelting rain. The pain I felt when I heard her breathing falter was beyond words, but for a moment I felt hope- I could see ESA medical vans coming our way. I called out, but they drove past, leaving her to die. I fell to my knees, the rain seeping through my pants. I was beyond caring about anything but her breathing. I no longer had the strength to walk, never mind run.
She died not long after in my arms.
Later I found out that a Gundam had attacked an Oz base not far from my home. The Gundam 01. Heero Yuy's gundam, the man who took everything I cherished away from me and the man I am now determined to ruin the life of. Just as he did to mine.
I know it's not that good a chapter but it was needed. I dedicate this chapter to all those who have lost love ones through War or terrorism. Please R&R this chapter, it would mean sooo much to me if you did!
