Discalimer: Gundam. Das ist neicht mein. (Is that how you say it? It's meant to say "Gundam. That is not not mine." in German.)
a/n: Sorry it took a while to update. I was redoing things over and over again. And thanks to those who reviewed again.
Case 3: Escape
"Two nights ago, Meer Campbell, the victim of a rumoured assassin, was murdered in the living room of her house at approximately 11pm. It has been confirmed she was last seen out shopping with her friends before the incident. Reasons are unclear as to why she was killed, but police have agreed that the she may not have been the real target. As sources show, Meer Campbell was known in the past as an 'impostor' Lacus Clyne during the war. Although not yet proven to be true, it is definitely possible that Lacus Clyne was the true target."
Broadcast over all the news was the death of Meer Campbell. Even though the police tried hard to conceal the information found on the case, journalists, reporters and people of a similar profession managed to gather a significant amount of detail for the media. Surprisingly enough, they were not completely horrified and shocked. Most of the public had heard of the assassination of said victim already, but they were still keen to learn more on what actually happened that night.
Different versions of the event had already soared around the gossipers, with interesting outcomes such as: "she committed suicide", "it was the supernatural" and even "the police, government, or authority figures were responsible". Of course, all of these were probably far from the truth, and the police still had the most sensible theory. However, the police did receive a new piece of information regarding the occurrence, although whether it was appropriate to call it information could be argued. It was supposedly from a young man no older than twenty-two, by the sound of his voice.
"It was Lacus Clyne."
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Does anyone know the truth?
What is truth?
Is it when you tell a fact, something that is academically correct? Or is it when you express how you honestly feel, no matter what might happen? Then is it something that is not an impossible dream? Or anything that is not a lie?
Maybe it is none of these things.
That would mean the truth could be anything.
So what would my rephrased question be then?
I must be 'Does anyone know anything'.
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"It was Lacus Clyne."
For the next few days, the police pondered on what the young man could possibly mean by that statement. 'What' was Lacus Clyne? Was she the one who leaked the information into the media? Did she make all the rumours up? After considering so many options, it finally dawned on them.
He meant that it was Lacus Clyne who killed Meer Campbell.
Lacus Clyne being the rumoured mass murderer? It just didn't make sense. Miss Clyne was known to be considerate and careful, the epitome of peace. Was this man trying to twist the truth behind his words? At the same time, there was both honesty and rage in his voice, murmuring with uncertainty of what he knew. One could tell that he did not quite believe what he said himself. But there was always the possibility of him lying. After all, the emotions were there. There hadn't been a chance to ask him anymore questions, as he had hung up after the four vague words, even though the message was recorded. When they attempted trying to call back, they found that it had been a pay phone near a shopping centre. One of the brighter investigators picked up on this fact, and questioned whether it was the same shopping centre that Meer Campbell was previously seen in.
It was the exact same place.
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She's safe.
For now.
I don't intend to hurt her unless it's absolutely necessary. In the meantime, there are better things to do. For instance, seeking more allies of Meer Campbell and destroying them while I'm at it. There's no reason for me to leave any traces of clues if I can eliminate it. Not that any of them would know anyway. They're all fools who were blinded by their own stupidity.
She's nothing like her. Far from it, if anywhere.
But I guess that makes me a fool who was blinded by his own stupidity too…
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"… I was afraid this might happen. Although I assure you, I will be fine. There is no need to worry about me. But if you wish to protect me, then by all means, do so."
Why hadn't they picked up on it before? The signs were all there when they had their conversation with Miss Clyne. She was questioned about her calmness, what she thought of the situation, which was replied with a questionable answer.
"… I don't know. I just get this feeling that he isn't after me. Call it an instinct if you must. Somehow, I am sure that it was no mistake that he killed Meer Campbell. Assassins don't usually make mistakes like this. They're very careful in their plotting."
However, Miss Clyne, being who she was, was seen to be 'prone' to telling the truth. Wasn't she always a little too perfect? And didn't she always know too much? Now that further ideas had occupied their minds on pacifist Lacus Clyne, different emotions were building up as to where she now stood in their lives. Of course, being the humans they are, even Coordinators, people have a tendency to jump to conclusions when they feel a surge of unexpected or uncertain emotions. Many of the officers had already assumed in their minds that Lacus Clyne was guilty of murdering Meer Campbell, regardless of what proof they had.
"Lacus… Lacus…. It's me."
"What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!"
"We have to go. It's not safe for you to stay here. The police are after you."
"…How come? Did they find out about…?"
"There's no time for that! We have to go now! There's no guarantee when they'll come after you tomorrow!"
"…Alright, I understand. Please lead the way."
"… Thank you, Lacus."
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They can't take her away from me. She's too important to me right now. I can't afford to lose her. If she's taken away, then everything will be lost.
If anyone is to kill her, than it's me. I won't allow anyone else to kill her.
Somehow, the police look like they're onto something, although I am unsure of what to think of it. I'd rather say sorry later than now for making a false assumption. If it's later, than all I'll have lost it time and energy. Whereas if it's now, then there would be no second chances.
I'm running away from it all.
But I'll be back later.
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"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere far away, where it will take them a while to catch up to us if they can. Don't forget about your alias. You have to act differently, ok?"
"Yes, I know. I appreciate you coming with me, but as you probably know, you're in danger as long as you're with me."
"I know that. But I'm still going to go with you."
"… Thank you."
"Sure. As long as you are still the one, then I will always be by your side."
"…"
"…Hey, lighten up. It's ok. We'll make our escape."
"… Alright."
a/n: Any more ideas on who it might be? I'm a little confused as to who it should be myself, but typing the prologue has made it clearer. Reveiws appreciated once again.
