Rae: Hey everyone. Starting a new GW story. It's sorta different but give it a try!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the GW characters, but I do own anybody you don't recognize, which is the main character.
Inner Circle Experiment
Prologue
I am standing here, in front of a place where I've lived most of my life, but could never really call home. They say, 'your home is where your heart is.' What about those who don't have a heart? Don't the heartless deserve a home too? Before I impose more of my ramblings of nonsense, let me tell you a little more about myself.
Everyone on Colony L5 knows me as Raven, just Raven. I changed it a while back, for my original name is now lost to me. I didn't lose it, for I still know my name, but it was too innocent, and it was tainted enough. I had found Raven to be quiet unique and took it, even if it was her name. Everyone sees me as just another misunderstood, punk war-orphan who is causing trouble just to make a name for myself. Yeah, that's right, I want a name for myself. They wouldn't fear Raven anyways, because they already fear Shadow.
Shadow is my alter ego, I suppose. She's a deadly assassin who roams around L5, avenging her dead family. Shadow is the leader of an underground mercenary organization, which takes neither the side of Preventers, OZ or the Gundam Pilots. Shadow only receives missions from herself. I've trained since the age of eight to fight, kill and gain the mindset that I may very well be killed myself. I prefer blades over ammunition and explosions over complete annihilation.
Now, why am I leaving the safety of L5? A companion of mine found some information I've been looking for, but it resides in a high security base on the outskirts of the Peace Capitol itself, the Sanq Kingdom. Assuming all things possible, I'm will never return to this place, so I must get rid of it. All mercenaries clean up after themselves; I just do it in my own terms of agreement.
As this thought runs through my head, I can't help but watch in awe as the building erupts with an explosion, the ground shaking underneath my feet. I watch as the top floor caves in, collapsing on the bottom level. The rumbling stops, the house completely blown to bits of concrete and marble.
I did tell you I love explosions, right?
Rae: Hopeyou enjoyed! R&R please
