Okay first I would just like to say I do not in any shape or form own Gundam Wing
Second I would like to say thank-you to all those who took the time to read and review the first chapter, I appreciate it, so thanks.
Also I would just like to I'm sorry for the mistakes I made in the first chapter, for example:the whole Epilogue thing I no I should have put prologue but for some reason that got by me before I could fix it so I'm very sorry for that; also it has come to my attention that I kind of mixed up a few of my words in the prologue so agian I'm very sorry and I'll try to be more carefull next time.
SO NOW THAT I'M THROUGH SAYING HOW SORRY I AM LETS CONTINUE TO THE STORY!
Chapter 1
Those who cannot remember the past
Are condemned to repeat it
George Santayana
It was a beautiful night, windy and not a cloud in sight the moon was full and the stars were shining like diamonds in the sky, the night life was awake and roaming, owls were hunting, mice were scrounging and foxes were on the prowl, the trees were gently blowing in the wind and the grass was still; not a thing was out of the ordinary except for one thing or one person.
For in a mansion on a hill there lived a person who at this very moment in time was in the throws of a nightmare. The windows open wind blowing gently in; all was quiet except for the person on the bed tossing and turning, covered in sweat the sheets tangled around her body, head thrashing from side to side moans emitting from her mouth in distress it was apparent that all was not well.
An in truth all was not well for the person was quiet obliviously in the throws of a violent nightmare that held her prison in her own mind and this I'm afraid to say is where our story starts.
Screams of pain and terror permitted the night air, blood and gore covered the ground, lifeless bodies and scraps of destroyed machinery littered the land. Destroyed Gundams and military weapons lay scattered over the wide expanse of the battlefield, smoke curling the air from the destroyed parts mixed sickeningly with the screams of the dieing and the wounded. Gunshots also joined the fray with the slight shaking of the earth evidence that gundams were still close by and fighting.
Every where you looked people were either dieing, wounded, or killing; soldiers ran back and forth over the battlefield weapons in hand either wearing the Earth army uniform or the colonies standard uniform all intent on only one thing staying alive no matter what, and all were in a hurry except for one small person.
Gundam suit on body, helment on head, gun in hand, limping slowly, breathing hard and fast, covered in blood and gore, the figure moved causally, quietly across the battlefield ignoring all else going around her, all the moans and debris on the ground everthing; all this figure was doing was walking almost to no where almost without a purpose but then, two people came into view a women and a child probably mother and daughter, caught some how in the thick of battle.
The figure stopped for a second and then almost hesitantly moved forward until almost upon the mother and daughter an then without hesitation raised the gun. The woman seeing the gun in the moonlight broke down in helpless sobs pulling her daughter closer almost to shield her from the danger, "please, the woman choked brokengly, please don't kill us, please, I beg of you, please have mercy we are only two innocent people caught between the battle, please we fight for neither the colonies nor the earth we are neutral," the women finished almost hysterical eyes wide with fright and unshed tears.
A moment passed in silence with only the sounds off the fighting ringing out through the air, the gun unwavering and then, "there are no innocents in this world," came the slightly famine voice from behind the helmet and without hesitating pulled the trigger twice.
Blood splattered the dirt along with parts of brain and two thuds echoed as the two bodies hit the ground still, and unmoving, and then without missing a beat the figure turned and calmly limped away dropping the gun as she went.
After a few minutes of walking slowly away from the scene of the crime a battle suited arm covered in bruises and bloodcame up and pressed a button on the side of the gundam helmet; static rang in her ear for a second then a deep commanding voice slightly sarcastic sounded from the commutative device.
"Mission accmplished,"came the clear, female voice from the battle suited soldier and with that the female soldier pressed again the button on the side of her helmet an all was silent then with the same slowness that the suited figure had shown coming onto the battlefield and through it she used to leave it.
Quietly almost like a shadow she disappeared a lone tear running down her face hidden from all, on the battlefield and off, by the helmet and the cold mask she wore; never looking back, never throwing a glance over her shoulder, never once turning and looking upon the bloodshed and death she helped cause or the families she destroyed, or the blood that stained her hands, she merely kept walking away from the screams and the death, she merely kept walking.
Ten years later in the silent PeaceCraft mansion a one Mrs. Relena PeaceCraft awoke with a start and a cry.
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