Title/theme: VENGEANCE
Genre: angst/dark
Approx time line: Phase 49 of GS
Summary: Dark emotions flowed into her heart. Anger. Hatred. Vengeance.
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She could only stare in shock at the void where the Strike had been moments ago. Her eyes searched for any sign of the cockpit that somehow might've survived, but the Gundam was shattered to pieces.
As her numb mind tried to process what had just happened, tears gathered in her eyes and scattered.
The first thing that registered after the passing of the initial shock was excruciating and numbing pain. Her heart felt like it was being ripped from her body. Her head was pounding and dizzy from the overflow of information and emotions. She didn't know the pain of heartbreak could be so physical.
But there was no time to mourn, as the crew informed her that the Dominion was still approaching, waiting for her command.
Through her tears, she saw the Archangel's sister ship heading closer. The pain subsided somewhat, making way for the darkness in her heart. Her hard, unforgiving eyes narrowed as she glowered at the enemy ship gritting her teeth.
Three words formed on her mind.
You…killed…Mwu!
Dark emotions swirled into her heart. Anger. Hatred. Vengeance.
"War is a vicious cycle. Someone's killed for killing another, then that person's killed for killing him. How is that kind of twisted thinking ever going to bring us peace?"
Somewhere in her subconscious, a voice told her not to succumb to those dark feelings. Because if she did, she would be going against all that she stood for, all that they were trying to prevent. That voice told her to stop it; it told her that even if she did take revenge, it would not bring him back.
But at the moment, she didn't care, brushing aside all her logical reasoning. She was human. She needed selfish revenge to put her mind at ease, despite the fact that it went against their ideals. But ideals were so trivial at this point. She succumbed to her weaknesses and ignored that voice.
She snarled low in her throat and gave her order with a hard single-mindedness, her voice bitter, angry, vengeful.
Three words formed on her lips.
"Aim…the Lohengrin."
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Word count: 350
AN: I really love doing these drabbles. It's a great challenge, getting the emotions across in such few words. This one was inspired by that hardened look of bitterness in her eyes as she told them to aim the Lohengrin. I wanted to write how she felt after, but this was such a good place to stop, and I don't want to ruin it. So I'll do that separately.