Little Angel Chapter 7
Black-Angel-001: i'm on a roll here! chapter 7 already!!!!!! okay um, answer a few reveiws here. i have no earthly idea what elwood disease is. i just had to put something so there ya go. the doctors ARE DEAD!!! the guy who started the program figured he would start it again so yea. and um, i don't know why i keep using 'bunny' and not usagi. just something weird that i do. uh...hm...yea so here's the seventh chapter! enjoy!
Little Angel Chapter 7
ChibiUsa stared at the red liquid in her hand. It felt sticky. She blinked a few times before eventually going into another coughing fit, unsure of why she was doing so. She'd never been sick a day in her life, so why was she suddenly coughing up this junk? Her brain processed what the doctor said back in the medical room. Her eyes widened. What did they do to her? Putting a hand to her mouth ChibiUsa tried to prevent bile from coming up. Running to a corner she felt her stomach empty whatever little bit of food was there. Again and again she did this. Finishing for the fourth time, she made felt weak, tired, and pretty crumy. Stumbling to her bed she carefully layed down, and tried to go to sleep. She found it very hard to breath.
When she finally fell asleep, a man in a janitors uniform came to clean up the mess, left a bucket for her and left. Later, a uniformed man came and left her a new pair of clothes. Her last visitor came around lunch, his eyes starring at her intently. A small smirk formed on his tanned face. Reaching over he brushed ChibiUsa's bangs out of her face, holding his hand there for a short while. He left when ChibiUsa began tossing and turning, crying out in her sleep. Beads of sweat dotted her face, her body.
Walking down a stark white hallway he nodded to soilders who snapped to attention and saluted crisply. Entering an labretory he went straight to the man who injected the child. Without a word the doctor handed his CO a thin folder. Scanning it quickly he closed it, tossed it to a nearby table and began speaking with his comrade.
"The symptoms showed early, not at the predicted time. The way she's acting I would think that the genes she inherited from her good for nothing mother would counteract the disease by now," he said gruffly.
"Commander Pavilion," tsked the doctor, "keep in mind the girl is small for her age, a child, and her body must have time to figure this disease out before it can fight it. You can't simply rush these things."
David Pavilion glared at the monitor showing the child in a nightmare and then at Doctor Emerson. The man stared back, his dull gray eyes unafraid of the towering man before him. Coughing lightly Emerson turned back to the monitor.
Pavilion sighed. "Alright Emerson, what else did you find out?"
At this Emerson smiled largly, crooked teeth showing. Motioning for him to follow, Emerson walked out of the lab and started in a random direction. Pavilion wondered at this and headed behind the doctor, his black shoes clicking softly against the tile floor.
"Well, it turns out the kid has an even higher immune system than her mother, probably due to her father," said Emerson, excitment radiating off his face. "Since J and the others never did reveal who the father was and their work destroyed, we have virtually no idea who he is. At any rate, the child is a better specimen than her mother simply because of this fact. If we can figure out why her body has so many defenses then this process will go more quickly."
Pavilion absorbed the information, carefully noting things mentally. This was turning out better than he had hoped. Turning in an about face he marched back to his office, closed and locked the door, and sat in his big leather chair. Tapping his fingers against the metal desk he thought about the men he could save if he figured this out quickly. Immunity to virtually all diseases and virus', healing quickly from a gunshot wound or any wound period after a short amount of time. More soilders could be used and less would be in the infirmary or worse. In their grave. He smiled and stared at a picture of a group of men in military BDU's, acting like idiots for the picture. Yes, he would save good men this way.
When ChibUsa woke again she felt hot, sticky, and uncomftrable. And....another unusal feeling. Before she knew it she was leaning over her bed and puking her guts up. Wiping her mouth on her sleeve she felt tears well up in her eyes. She hated this place. It seemed as though she were living the past again, only slightly different. No cheery faces to greet her, even after she was poked and proded, no mom to comfort her, and no Luna P to help her get out. She missed everyone, her uncle, his friends, even Wu fei. Something hit her hand. Putting a few fingers to her nose she found blood pouring out. Grabbing the sheet she did her best to try and stop the flow. Suddenly, her world went black and she felt herself shaking vilently. Without protest she went into her own safe world.
Once there, she began walking around, stopping to smell a few flowers or chase a butterfly. Collapsing on the grass she laughed and wished for her mother. A father would be nice but hey, can't have everything right?
"I am here sweetheart," a soft voice told her.
Jumping up she looked and saw her mother, her beautiful idol, sitting on the ground starring up at the sky. It was purple. Throwing herself at the woman she sobbed in happiness. Usagi held her daughter close and stroked her hair, rubbed her back, murmeurmed soothing words of comfort and waited for sobs to subside.
For what seemed like hours the two strolled hand in hand enjoying the other's company for the time being. They played, laughed, did things together that they never really had a chance to do. Hours seemed to pass. Usagi leaned down before ChibiUsa, looked her square in the eye and told her she had to wake up.
"But I don't wanna," cried the girl "why do I hafta wake up now?"
"Because you aren't meant to stay here in your dreamworld."
"But,"
"No but's Rini," came the stern warning. "You have to go back to reality and you know it."
Before another word could be spoken ChibiUsa felt a great shock and her eyes flew open in pain. Gasping for air she frantically looked around. Same cold room, people surrounding her, lights brighter than ever. A big headache from somewhere.
"Dear God in Heaven," exclaimed the man who had injected her earlier, " not only is she alive but she is WELL. Her body eliminated the disease. Increadible. Yes, now I see why you wish for this to continue Commander Pavilion."
A man chuckled lightly.
Black-Angel-001: uh...i know it sorta cuts off right there but i cant think anymore. hehe anywho, have a goodnight and reveiw for me! thankies!!!! and yes this one sucked really, really bad and no, heero yuy is NOT A CYBORG!!!!!!
Black-Angel-001: i'm on a roll here! chapter 7 already!!!!!! okay um, answer a few reveiws here. i have no earthly idea what elwood disease is. i just had to put something so there ya go. the doctors ARE DEAD!!! the guy who started the program figured he would start it again so yea. and um, i don't know why i keep using 'bunny' and not usagi. just something weird that i do. uh...hm...yea so here's the seventh chapter! enjoy!
Little Angel Chapter 7
ChibiUsa stared at the red liquid in her hand. It felt sticky. She blinked a few times before eventually going into another coughing fit, unsure of why she was doing so. She'd never been sick a day in her life, so why was she suddenly coughing up this junk? Her brain processed what the doctor said back in the medical room. Her eyes widened. What did they do to her? Putting a hand to her mouth ChibiUsa tried to prevent bile from coming up. Running to a corner she felt her stomach empty whatever little bit of food was there. Again and again she did this. Finishing for the fourth time, she made felt weak, tired, and pretty crumy. Stumbling to her bed she carefully layed down, and tried to go to sleep. She found it very hard to breath.
When she finally fell asleep, a man in a janitors uniform came to clean up the mess, left a bucket for her and left. Later, a uniformed man came and left her a new pair of clothes. Her last visitor came around lunch, his eyes starring at her intently. A small smirk formed on his tanned face. Reaching over he brushed ChibiUsa's bangs out of her face, holding his hand there for a short while. He left when ChibiUsa began tossing and turning, crying out in her sleep. Beads of sweat dotted her face, her body.
Walking down a stark white hallway he nodded to soilders who snapped to attention and saluted crisply. Entering an labretory he went straight to the man who injected the child. Without a word the doctor handed his CO a thin folder. Scanning it quickly he closed it, tossed it to a nearby table and began speaking with his comrade.
"The symptoms showed early, not at the predicted time. The way she's acting I would think that the genes she inherited from her good for nothing mother would counteract the disease by now," he said gruffly.
"Commander Pavilion," tsked the doctor, "keep in mind the girl is small for her age, a child, and her body must have time to figure this disease out before it can fight it. You can't simply rush these things."
David Pavilion glared at the monitor showing the child in a nightmare and then at Doctor Emerson. The man stared back, his dull gray eyes unafraid of the towering man before him. Coughing lightly Emerson turned back to the monitor.
Pavilion sighed. "Alright Emerson, what else did you find out?"
At this Emerson smiled largly, crooked teeth showing. Motioning for him to follow, Emerson walked out of the lab and started in a random direction. Pavilion wondered at this and headed behind the doctor, his black shoes clicking softly against the tile floor.
"Well, it turns out the kid has an even higher immune system than her mother, probably due to her father," said Emerson, excitment radiating off his face. "Since J and the others never did reveal who the father was and their work destroyed, we have virtually no idea who he is. At any rate, the child is a better specimen than her mother simply because of this fact. If we can figure out why her body has so many defenses then this process will go more quickly."
Pavilion absorbed the information, carefully noting things mentally. This was turning out better than he had hoped. Turning in an about face he marched back to his office, closed and locked the door, and sat in his big leather chair. Tapping his fingers against the metal desk he thought about the men he could save if he figured this out quickly. Immunity to virtually all diseases and virus', healing quickly from a gunshot wound or any wound period after a short amount of time. More soilders could be used and less would be in the infirmary or worse. In their grave. He smiled and stared at a picture of a group of men in military BDU's, acting like idiots for the picture. Yes, he would save good men this way.
When ChibUsa woke again she felt hot, sticky, and uncomftrable. And....another unusal feeling. Before she knew it she was leaning over her bed and puking her guts up. Wiping her mouth on her sleeve she felt tears well up in her eyes. She hated this place. It seemed as though she were living the past again, only slightly different. No cheery faces to greet her, even after she was poked and proded, no mom to comfort her, and no Luna P to help her get out. She missed everyone, her uncle, his friends, even Wu fei. Something hit her hand. Putting a few fingers to her nose she found blood pouring out. Grabbing the sheet she did her best to try and stop the flow. Suddenly, her world went black and she felt herself shaking vilently. Without protest she went into her own safe world.
Once there, she began walking around, stopping to smell a few flowers or chase a butterfly. Collapsing on the grass she laughed and wished for her mother. A father would be nice but hey, can't have everything right?
"I am here sweetheart," a soft voice told her.
Jumping up she looked and saw her mother, her beautiful idol, sitting on the ground starring up at the sky. It was purple. Throwing herself at the woman she sobbed in happiness. Usagi held her daughter close and stroked her hair, rubbed her back, murmeurmed soothing words of comfort and waited for sobs to subside.
For what seemed like hours the two strolled hand in hand enjoying the other's company for the time being. They played, laughed, did things together that they never really had a chance to do. Hours seemed to pass. Usagi leaned down before ChibiUsa, looked her square in the eye and told her she had to wake up.
"But I don't wanna," cried the girl "why do I hafta wake up now?"
"Because you aren't meant to stay here in your dreamworld."
"But,"
"No but's Rini," came the stern warning. "You have to go back to reality and you know it."
Before another word could be spoken ChibiUsa felt a great shock and her eyes flew open in pain. Gasping for air she frantically looked around. Same cold room, people surrounding her, lights brighter than ever. A big headache from somewhere.
"Dear God in Heaven," exclaimed the man who had injected her earlier, " not only is she alive but she is WELL. Her body eliminated the disease. Increadible. Yes, now I see why you wish for this to continue Commander Pavilion."
A man chuckled lightly.
Black-Angel-001: uh...i know it sorta cuts off right there but i cant think anymore. hehe anywho, have a goodnight and reveiw for me! thankies!!!! and yes this one sucked really, really bad and no, heero yuy is NOT A CYBORG!!!!!!