Battle Scars

by indo-silverphoenix

Five special girls were kidnaped off the streets. Four were modified. All awoke on Earth during the Cosmic Era and became defenders of Orb. Shipped off with the Arc Angel, what awaits them in this strange world? POV changes

Battle Scars

By: indo-silverphoenix

Disclaimer: I do not own GundamSEED or Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Chapter One

I can't keep my eyes open anymore. It hurts so much. I don't know why they won't take me to the ship's doctors, especially when I have a gaping hole in my side. I guess they're going to leave me here in the brig to die.

The comforting darkness is enveloping me in her embrace and can do nothing but give in to her warmth. As I succumb to her, I think to myself, 'Just my luck.'

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It had been three weeks since the accident. She had refused to leave the safety of her room on the 22nd floor, for fear that the photographers and the reporters would be there snapping pictures of her tear stained face and bombarding me questions that she wouldn't… no,… couldn't answer.

So she locked herself away. Not eating, not sleeping, just sitting on her bed, and wondering, why? Why did they have to leave her alone? Leave without any reminder of them. Johnny's smile, Ellie's laugh, Thomas' heart, Alex's soul. They were gone forever. Consumed in flames caused by a careless driver, running a red-light. He had gotten away before the police came.

Trista had been talking about a solo career. And the reporters used this to accuse her of paying someone to kill them, to eliminate any future competition. 'BULL! SHIT! They supported my decision, encouraged it even.' They were her only family left and her truest friends. 'Why would I kill them?'

She decided that she couldn't remain in the public eye with those accusations hanging over her head. So she dyed her hair from its dirty blonde to orange and changed from blue jeans and form fitting t-shirts to baggy, ripped, black jeans, a large black shirt, and extra large black hoodie. She took a knick knack from each of her departed siblings. And in the dead of night, she left the warm, comfort of her room for the cold, hard streets of L.A.

Trista survived out there longer than expected. Personally, she thought she would be back at the penthouse suite within a week, begging for food. She watched from a distance as reports of her disappearance became proof of her crimes, proved that she had killed her brothers and sister in order to go solo and hit it big. She watched these reports with cold, angry, purple eyes. Then she would sigh and say to herself, 'As long as I know the truth, it doesn't matter.'