This is it... The beginning of the third and final segment... Things will start to make sense from here... Unlike some things in the other Gundams, which I don't own.
Gundam:
The dark era:
Chapter 18:
The place where dreams mean nothing:
Fex awoke to a vibrating surface of some sort. Cold, hard... steel. He tried to move, but to no avail. His hand's were tied, plus he was in an enclosed space. He gave up and calmed down, laying his head down. Putting his head down, his chin touched something wet. Not drool... blood.
The door entrapping him flung open and hands grabbed his leg as well as his arm. Fex was heaved down onto the cold steel floor below as if he were nothing more than a corpse. The impact was shocking, to say the least. When he regained composure, he realized he was onboard a chopper.
"He ain't worth shit, by the look of him..." One of the Rebels commented. Fex heard him unsheathe a knife. He knelt down next to Fex. The Rebel cut a circle around Fex's right nipple. "I wonder why 'Black' wants to keep him alive..."
Fex lashed out and tried to bite the Rebel's hand. The Rebel was too quick, though. He used his reflex's not only to avoid getting bit, but to quickly stab Fex in the tongue. The quick pain, the warm gush of blood. Even when Fex closed his mouth, the blood still poured out the corner of his lips. The Rebel stood up and kicked Fex in the nose.
"My nose... My fucking nose..." Fex groaned.
"You bitching?" The Rebel asked. "ARE YOU FUCKING BITCHING OVER A FUCKING NOSE? LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING! WE'RE GONNA' DO SOME REALLY FUCKING FREAKY SHIT TO YOU! AND ARE YOU BITCHING OVER A FUCKING, COCK-SUCKING NOSE?"
"ENOUGH!" The cabin door for the cockpit opened. "That's enough of your bullshit, you fucking moron..."
"Don't bite my head off for a fucking prisoner, 'Black'..."
Fex's vision wasn't all quite clear, but he could see two people in the cockpit doorway. They stepped out and closed the door.
"I'll bite your head off for whatever reason I choose. So shut your fucking mouth." 'Black' came closer. "So, this is Fex Anderson..."
"Yes, it is..." The other figure approached Fex. "How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?"
"I would have slept better with a partner..." Fex answered defiantly. "But then again, there was barely room for two in there..."
"Yes, I'm sorry we were unable to accommodate, but this a business trip anyway..." The figure came closer. At the same time, Fex was regaining his vision. The figure knelt next to Fex...
Fex regained his sight. The one in the back was General Ashton, or 'Black' as they had been calling him. The one next to him was Howie...
"You're fucking stupid..." Fex told him.
"ME? I'M FUCKIN' STUPID? NO! I'M THE SMARTER OF THE TWO OF US!"
"Explain..."
"I'm the one who set you up. I couldn't have anybody revealing my identity. But there were some cracks in the cover up, so I had to thick quickly. Shortly before we arrived at Paris, I found out that an Alliance intelligence officer had dug up an arms transaction I had made with 'Black' here. So I found this intelligence officer and had him killed. Actually, 'Black' was the one that killed him... It was a man by the name of Albert..."
"General Albert..." 'Black' mumbled. "...the bastard betrayed me..."
"Yes... I knew there was something wrong with him..." Howie said to 'Black'. "But still, I had to find someone to blame it on. But then... You went and did something stupid... Shortly after we killed general Albert, we went on a mission and you killed a comrade. Do you remember?"
"No... I DON'T WANT TO!..."
"I believe you pushed him out of the window..."
"NO! GOD-DAMMIT!"
"Hm. Interesting reaction, but, to continue, being squad captain had it's perks... In other words, I was able to transfer your bank account numbers over mine's to complete the cover up. I got your signature as well. But what made the deal even sweater was your history of mental instability... It's so bad that you couldn't even tell that you were being framed... YOU DIDN'T KNOW! YOU CAN'T EVEN TRUST YOUR OWN FUCKING MEMORY!"
"IT'S NOT TRUE! MY MEMORY IS FINE!"
"You have frequent bouts of depression... Perhaps the reason you joined the war is that there's the possibility that you may get killed..."
"NO! SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Or maybe it's your fear of responsibility... We went way back Fex... The funds from your fathers organization were entrusted to you in his will... THEY WERE NEVER ANNEXED! I'll tell you what you did with them... When your father died, you had noone to take care of you... You and your two sisters... You were so scared of taking care of them that you ditched the both of them and went out to take care of yourself... Which you didn't do a very good job of. How old were you, six? Well, you did some things that six-year-olds shouldn't do..."
"Whatever you're going to say... I DIDN'T FUCKING DO IT!"
"Oh, yes you did... At six you were living at bar, bribing the barkeep with extra money to let you drink alcohol... At ten, you were a regular at the whore-house, and at 15, you were broke, so you joined the military to avoid facing up to you little baby sisters..."
"SHUT UP! I JOINED THE MILITARY FOR REVENGE!"
"No, you didn't." Fex shut up. He knew that Howie was right about his memory... For all he knew, Howie was telling the truth... "They're starving on the streets now. You know that, right, Fex? You failed them... They're going to die, so let that linger on your conscious. All the letters you've got from them were actually from me, generously keeping that fake little world that you had in your mind intact. I let you believe that they were home, alive, healthy, with a roof over their heads and well fed. You never reached anybody with your letters. Oh, and while we're on the subject here..." Howie got real close and whispered in Fex's ear. "Your mother isn't alive, either. Those were sent by me as well... I was giving you something to chase... Something to get you into more trouble... It was all a fun little game for me... As I watched you scamper about, I thought to myself, 'God! What a fucking moron! And it's wonderful! I can't stop laughing! He's a fucking moron and it's wonderful! He's a stupid rat that has clung onto a false hope that he knows not to be true! He just cannot consciously let go of it!'" Howie stood up. "You thought your desires were to chase angels. But, subconsciously, you wanted devils. And devils are what you got..." Howie turned towards to cockpit. "You will have your reunion with your dearly beloved soon..."
Fex perked up. "YOU MEAN KAT, HOWIE? TELL ME! HOWIE, TELL ME!"
'Black' and Howie closed the cockpit door.
"GOD-DAMMIT, HOWIE, TELL ME!"
Later...
Howie woke Fex up with his disgustingly cheerful. "We're heeeere..."
He thrown down on the cold steel once more. This time met immediately with kicks.
"GET UP AND MARCH, YOU FUCKING MAGGOT!"
Fex tried to muster the strength to stand, but one of the soldiers struck him in the back of the head with the butt of a gun, forcing him back down onto his knees. Blood forced it's way out of his nose.
"What's the matter? A pussy like you can't stand without any help?" Fex saw a Rebel coming towards him with a blowtorch. "If you don't stand, we'll light this under your ass and keep it there to keep your ass up..."
Howie spoke. "Okay, I've have enough of your bullshit, O' Neil." Howie pulled out one of his .45's and pointed it at Fex's head, pulling the hammer safety back. "Fex, move. Move or I blow your brain's out."
Fex sighed. "You know what? I don't give a shit about what other people want me to do."
"Fex, you heard me. Now..." His voice sounded very serious. "Don't make me kill you."
Fex sighed once more. Then he got up. "If only to see Kat one more time..."
Howie holstered his gun and Fex marched.
General Ashton met them in front of the base. He spread his arm's and, as if he were a preacher making a sermon, said. "WELCOME! THIS IS MY BASE AND YOU ARE ON HEAVEN'S ISLAND!"
Fex looked behind him. It didn't look anything like heaven... The land was barren and there was a large volcano that seemed as if it was going to erupt any minute...
More and more, Fex was convinced that whatever his fate was, it would be decided here.
"The place where dreams mean nothing..." Howie mumbled.
Okay, there was more I wanted to write, but I decided to let it be and let you all soak this in. So, what do you think? It's a lot of information... Did you understand it?