im at mydads house...which is where i normally am cause i live with my dad...the countdown for the AP test is on...i have a lab due tomorrow...and a truckload of hw cause i missed school on friday on account of being sick...o well, ill do what i can...ive also come to the conclusion...that, i enjoy chinese food more then mexican food. if ur reading this, kudos to u.

Disclaimer: i dont own the gundam pilots...sadly...but i do own the characters from Heaven and hell
Warning: kinda sad...depends on what u think of as sad...ive kinda gotten immune to the whole angst thing...keyword...kinda.

Chapter, the fifteenth In the North

In the North

"Duo, Be careful!" Quatre called out through the intercom. Their two gundams blasted through the enemy forces, turning everything into a pile of scrap metal.(1) Sandrock, piloted by Quatre raised its sickles and cut though the enemy mobile suit with a sharp "X" shape while(also1)Deathscythe cut the mobile suits in half through the middle with a mid sweep, standing solitary as the mobile suits exploded around him.

"Yeah yeah, I know Quatre. Don't worry, I'll be fine." and with that said, he cut through four more mobile suits and rushed off to find more. Suddenly, all fighting stopped, as the common intercom channel picked up on a well known News channel. The pilots of both gundams and mobile suits alike froze as they listened to what the news reporter had to say.

'Good evening. This is Milanda Georgetown. I am reporting to you live from the West Coast Memorial Hospital. What you see behind me is all that is left of the once beautiful hospital.' The dark-haired reporter stepped aside to give the viewers a chance to see the carnage behind her. Gasps could be heard through the intercom.

"Oh Allah! I'm going to be sick!" Quatre cried, tears stinging his eyes. The picture of men, women, children, nurses and doctors alike, were seen littered across the entry way of the hospital grounds. Their bodies were mangled and torn in ways that a body shouldn't be. Duo, with tears in his eyes replied, "Not in the cockpit, Quatre. Not in the cockpit." The tears spilled down his face. He'd seen so much, but this was worse then the massacre at the Maxwell Church.

The Reporter continued, 'The hospital has been left in shambles; ambushed by unknown forces, not a trace of who did it or when it was done. The only clue that we have is from a child who just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Brace yourself, this is un-tampered with footage of a live deity on Earth.' The gundam pilots gasped and locked eyes as the video began playing. It showed Alex, her black and violet scythe dripping with blood, look around at the carnage she had left, and smile. She spread her wings, took off and then suddenly turned around, and a wave of energy could be seen flying towards the camera. As the video camera fell to the ground, it just caught Alex flying off into the distance when the screen went black.

The gundam pilots were silent. Tears running down their faces. They could hear the sobs of the pilots of the mobile suits through the intercom. Suddenly Milanda was back.

'I'm sorry that I had to show you that.' She sniffled, another tear sliding down her cheek, 'But, I had to. That was the only footage caught of tape of this winged woman with her purple scythe. Similar wreckage was done to an army base in South Milan, and fifteen hospitals around the globe.' Several overhead pictures were flashed before the screen. The army base was smoking, a fire still raging in the northern edge. Milanda returned, continuing, 'As you can see, the wreckage has been done in similar ways. We are not sure at the moment if it is just the one being, but it is known that the army base and the hospitals each housed people to fragile to ever walk again, to sick to ever become healthy again except by pure miracle. The army base had been a place where extremely dangerous enemy opposers to the forces of space from earthhad beenlodged there (2). So, were these merciful killings, or massacres? We'll keep you updated on the status of this woman. Be safe, and be weary. Until then, this is Milanda Georgetown of IM65 News.'

The mobile suits were frozen; nothing moved. The only sound was the sobs of the people inside. The two gundam pilots were crying, thinking of how their friend could do such a thing. When they finally had themselves under control, they turned towards the mobile suits and raised their weapons. Massacres or not, they were in a War, in a battle at the moment, and they were going to wing of it was the last thing they did. The gasps from the pilots of the mobile suits reverberated throughout the gundam cockpits. One of the mobile suits dropped its weapons and the cockpit opened. A man in a brown army uniform stepped out.

"We surrender…we're too shocked by what we just saw to even think of fighting. Neither you, nor anybody else can change our minds. My grandmother was in one of those hospitals. I can't fight, knowing that my grandmother is dead and the beast that killed her is still out there. I need to protect my family and friends from the beast. Who knows when she'll go from hospitals and war bases to civilians." He lowered his arms and stepped back into the cockpit. Both of the gundams lowered their weapons and stood their ground as they watched the soldiers' retreat, not one of them turning around at all.

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(1)-jeeze, i was referring to the gundams as Gundam Deathscythe and Gundam Sandrock...i sounded like sucha dweeb...so i changed it...cause after i reread it i was like "well, yeah, of course they're gonna be gundams. it said so in the line b4."..im so blonde...
(2)-question...does this sentence sound right to you guys? soemthing sounds off to me...i think i contradicted myself here...

Questions? Comments? Criticisms?