Celestial Being Chronicles - Chapter 25
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam series, nor any of the various series which are used or referenced in my fic, so please point that damned lawsuit cannon at someone else, also, don't read this if you are not of legal age to read such material. The story contains possibly disturbing content and should not be read by close-minded people (i.e., people who are easily offended.) Everything in the story is fictional. I am also not responsible for any actions taken by people who read this story and society's problems. I do, however, own my original character; Hope Yamato.
With a bloodcurdling scream from its pilot, the Divinity sliced down like a hawk and ripped the beam rifle from a yellow GuAIZ's hand. It immediately jetted backward, opening fire with the beam cannons on its backpack; the Divinity ducked aside and charged again, beam saber in hand.
"Are you afraid of me yet?"
Sparks flew and the sky lit up as the Divinity slammed its saber down onto the GuAIZ's own blade. The GuAIZ ignited a pair of blades on the end of its shield and swept down at the Divinity's waist, but caught only afterimages. Instead, up above, the Divinity came plummeting down and sliced off the GuAIZ's left arm and shield with a punishing downward hack, sending the severed limb sailing away. The GuAIZ backed away, staring momentarily at the molten end of its arm, before the Divinity was upon it again, beam sabers clashing.
"You think you can just come here after betraying us and kill my friends?"
The GuAIZ reeled from a devastating knee to the abdomen, followed up by an earth-shattering kick to the chest. It opened fire with its beam cannons again as it pitched backward, only to catch more afterimages, and in an instant later, the Divinity was there to throw it backwards again with another saber strike.
"You think you can come here and beg me for mercy?"
Backing away, the GuAIZ deployed its rail guns; the Divinity burst up into the GuAIZ's face and sliced their barrels off before it could fire.
"You think I'll let you get away with this?"
The GuAIZ furiously swung its saber towards the Divinity's cockpit; Kira effortlessly blocked it with a downward hack, knocking the GuAIZ's blade aside.
"I'll tear you apart!"
The terrified life inside the GuAIZ's cockpit vanished as the Divinity rammed its left hand clear through the GuAIZ's chest and out its back. The yellow mobile suit sputtered smoke and sparks, until its monoeye faded away. The Divinity yanked its arm out of the GuAIZ's corpse and kicked it towards the sea, and watched impassively as the sky lit up and the world shook with a thundering explosion.
In the Divinity's cockpit, Kira turned his eyes towards his Gundam's hands, dripping with blood.
'What have I done?'
Kira ran the words through his head as he stared at his Gundam's bloody hands, floating above the ocean in the battle's wake. He knew full well where that blood had come from, and every pilot he crushed, every mobile suit he tore down, was still fresh in his memory. He knew what had prompted this orgy of bloodletting; Yzak, his death, his senseless death, his remains a cloud of debris somewhere in the skies over this miserable patch of ocean. He knew his own battle cries, drawing fear and blood from his enemies and running wild over both.
"I want to protect the world, not kill it." Kira weakly sobbed before finally passing out from exhaustion.
Kira's eyes fluttered open, the young man wincing and groaning at almost the same time. His mouth felt fuzzy and raw and tasted heavily of bile, the skin on his body felt tight and sensitive, especially across his chest, like he was wrapped a bit too tightly in cellophane wrap. Trying to take a deep breathe was impossible, as soon as his lungs expanded past a certain point, searing pain lanced through his chest, it felt like his ribs were about to fly apart into a billion pieces! Even when his eyes were fully open, his vision was blurry and the ceiling seemed to have a nasty tendency to rotate disconcertingly, and for one of the first times in his life, Kira felt loggy and lethargic, despite being fully awake.
His mind re-engaging, spurred by the sudden flashes of memories of what had happened the night before, Kira tried to sit up, before the searing pain in his chest convinced him that perhaps it was better to lie down. By tilting his head on his neck, and lifting the sheets with careful but still jerky motions of his sore arms, Kira discovered that his chest was tightly wrapped with tape and bandages from just below his armpits almost all the way down to his hips, which accounted for the tightness and difficulty expanding his lungs he'd experienced. Everything was a little hazy, not just from the injuries, but from the intense emotions which had powered him in the last battle.
Laying his head back on the pillow of the hospital esque bed he was lying in, surrounding by various monitoring equipment, though only a single IV line was attached to his arm, feeding him fluid nutrients, and a heartbeat moniter clipped to one finger, which only made sense.
Mustering his nerve, Kira slowly inched himself upright into a sitting position, leaning against the wall behind the head of the bed, by the end of which simple movement he was sweating and gasping with pain from his chest. He'd been hurt worse than he'd thought, but all the same, the pain had the sharp, immediate sensation of a minor injury, just a lot of them, and Kira felt pretty confident that in a week or two, he'd hardly even feel a twinge.
He looked around the room he had awoken in, seeing a drape covered window in the wall to his left, and a large and very strong and secure looking door in the wall to his right. The room was hardly decorated at all, just light beige painted drywall and some creamy colored wallpaper bordering the ceiling and floor. It looked like a room in an apartment before anyone had moved into it, spotlessly clean and neutral. Except for the not so unobtrusive video cameras on armatures that hung in the corners of the room from the ceiling, so that the bed he was lying in was covered from at least four different angles. Also, something about the almost antiquated fire suppression sprinkler system in the ceiling made Kira think that it was designed to spout more than just water or fire retardent foam, though he couldn't place his finger on the exact thing that had tipped him off.
Kira was in the process of working up the nerve to swing his legs off the side of the bed, in preparation for standing up, when there came the sound of multiple heavy bolts sliding and clicking from the direction of the door, which then swung open with surprising quietness, since it had to be at least two inches thick of reinforced armored steel, if not something even stronger.
"There's nowhere for you to go." A voice suddenly boomed from a hidden loudspeaker, causing the amethyst-eyed man to jump in surprise. "The door is constructed of solid titanium, six inches thick, and the window is five inch thick bullet proof plexiglass. The walls, floor and ceiling of this room are reinforced like the door, and you are being constantly monitored by a detachment of ten soldiers. A further five soldiers patrol the hallway outside, fully armed and armored, with authorization to use deadly force if required. Furthermore, as you have no doubt noticed, the ceiling fire suppression system has been modified, and any escape attempts will only result in the room being filled with an anasthetic gas that can overwhelm even you with a minute or two of exposure."
"You could have just said something along the lines of; stay put in this room and don't try to escape." Kira pointed out. "By giving me all those details, its almost like you're begging me to try and think of a way around all of those security measures."
"In happier times, that might even be something we would ask of you." The voice answered sarcastically. "I merely wanted to illustrate the point that this room has been designed to be secure even against an Ultimate Coordinator."
"How do you know what I am?" Kira asked, his eyes widening in shock.
"It certianly wasn't easy." The voice answered, with more than a hint of contempt. "After capturing your machine, the Divinity Gundam as you call it, our best scientific minds spent nearly an entire month trying to break through the security system." The voice paused for a moment before continuing. "Even after breaking through the first security level, all we were able to find was information about the machine's pilot, information about you."
"Good luck with getting any more information from the Divinity's computer." Kira replied with a chuckle. "At the first sign of any unauthorized access, Zero automatically locks down and freezes all of the Divinity's systems." The amethyst-eyed man grinned as he continued. "Even if you were able to somehow perform a forced system boot, Zero would move to the next level of defense; invading your mind and leaving you as nothing more than a drooling vegetable in less than an eight of a second." Kira paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in before he finished. "In short; I am the only one who can unlock and use that machine."
"In that case," The voice replied, as a large flat screen television set, which had been built into the wall on the other side of the room, flared to life. "Enjoy the next 200 years in solitary confinment."
As the voice vanished, the previously static-filled screen resolved itself. To Kira's horror, the screen displayed what he assumed were live video feeds of his five lovers. They were all naked, each of them in a room similar to Kira's own, and like him, they were the only occoupants in their respective room.
Cagalli suddenly shrieked as a man walked into the room, grabbed a handful of her beuatiful ankle-kength blonde hair, yanking out a handful of it as he dragged her up to a hunched over position and then buried his fist in her gut, driving all the air from her lungs.
As Cagalli lay gasping on the floor, the man calmly walked over to a large cabinet which was built into the wall of the room. The man calmly opened the cabinet doors, revealing a truly impressive collection of various implements of torture.
After a short moment, he once more turned to face his beautiful captive, and Cagalli's golden eyes widened in horror when she saw that the man now wielded a cordless portable power saw in his right hand and a cordless portable power drill in his left.
Before Cagalli could even begin to rise to her feet, he was upon her, although she did manage to find her voice, just as he sunk the now rapidly spinning saw blade into her chest. A high pitched shriek of agony escaped the blonde's lips as her now shattered ribs ground together as she tumbled backwards, once again hitting the floor.
The man smiled sadisticly as he stood over her before driving his heel down on her left hand, crushing her wrist and driving jagged pieces of bone out through the back of her hand.
Due to the powers which she posessed, Cagalli's body began to regenerate almost instantly, or at least it would have, had the man not torn her chest open and braced it with a steel surgial brace. The surgical brace was quite effective in keeping Cagalli's chest cavity completely open, leaving her internal organs entirely exposed, even as they continued to sustain her.
Cagalli watched through her now tear-clouded eyes as the man reached into her chest cavity and gently grasped her still-beating heart. After a moment, he yanked Cagalli's still beating heart from her chest, spraying torrents of crimson blood.
The man watched in shock and amazement as Cagalli's heart quickly regenerated and continued to sustain her life. As the blonde-haired woman's body healed itself, the man picked up the drill and affixed a bit which was five inches long and half an inch thick.
Another sadastic smile crossed the man's lips as he then pulled the trigger on the drill, the bit quickly spinning up to speed. Cagalli let out another shriek of unimaginable pain as the man drove the now rapidly spinning drill deep into her womanhood, the cold steel rod mercilessly tearing into her tender vaginal flesh.
Kira watched helplessly through the screen as another man walked into Lacus's cell, even as Cagalli continued to be tortured. The second man calmly walked over to Lacus and without any hesitation, grabbed her by the arm, dragging her over to what looked like nothing more than a simple chair. Lacus screamed as the man quickly overpowered her and tied to the chair before then covering her mouth with duct tape.
As soon as Lacus had been secured to the chair, lights flickered to life on the ceiling, revealing that Lacus was being held in the chair by thick leather restraints and a manacle around her neck. A contraption on the chair held two power drills about six inches from either side of her head, pointed directly at her temples. Lacus's beautiful blue eyes widened in horror as the drills began to spin, and once they had spun up to speed, they began slowly moving towards her temples.
Kira continued to watch in horror as another man walked into Murrue's holding cell, wheeling what looked like a hospital gurney behind him. Murrue threw a right hook at the man in an attempt to keep him away, but he caught her fist before grabbing her by the neck and slamming her into the wall.
"Murrue!" Kira shouted at the screen. "Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" He seethed through clenched teeth. The unknown man then picked up Murrue, once again by her neck, and slammed her onto the gurney.
Kira then saw the man unfold what looked like a pair of one ton truck winches attached to the sides. He then shackled both of Murrue's wrists to the winches and pressed the "ON" button and the winches began to pull on Murrue's arms. Kira could hear Murrue beginning to shout in pain as her wrists began to bleed from the strain. Kira slammed his fist into the monitor and glared at the camera that watched him.
"Stop this! They have nothing to do with my actions!" He demanded.
"That's where you are wrong, Mr. Yamato." The voice of his captor calmly replied. "All of them are responsible for your actions. How many times did they have the option to stop you? And how many times did they even try to stop you aside from words?" The voice asked. "They are as much to blame as you are." There was a pause before the voice came back on. "This must be hard for you seeing as Murrue is your first, and as it says here, main wife."
"You bastard!" Kira shouted.
"Shall we listen in on her?" The voice said before pushing a button that fed the sound from Murrue's chamber into Kira's own. Instantly Kira's holding cell was filled with Murrue's screams of pain. Then suddenly there was a loud "pop" sound followed by an ear splitting shriek from Murrue as her right shoulder joint was pulled from the socket. A second "pop" was heard an instant later as her left shoulder did the same.
The man in Murrue's room then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of a greenish highly corrosive liquid. The two winches continued to slowly pull on Murrue's broken arms as the man pried one of her eyes open and poured a small amount into her eye. Murrue shrieked in pain as the acid burned through her eye. Kira could still hear his wife's screams of agony as the man poured the rest of the acids into her other eye.
"You assholes!" Hope shrieked as she watched. Like Kira's own, the cells which the girls had been confined to had monitors in them so that they would be forced to watch each other suffer.
"I'll fucking kill you all!" Hope screamed, but just as she finished speaking, a massive guillotine blade sliced down from the ceiling, the razor-sharp blade effortlessly cleaving her body in half from crown to crotch.
The blade had struck and retracted so quickly that no one had noticed it, except for a loud 'bang' which echoed within Hope's cell for a few seconds. Hope's eyes glanced around for a few short seconds, the only sign of anything being wrong was a thin line of blood which now ran vertically through the middle of her body.
For a few short seconds, Hope remained alive and fully conscious, the two different sides of her split head looking down in disbelief as her organs spilled out from inside her body, but finally, the two halves of Hope's body flopped lifelessly to the floor, a large pool of crimson blood quickly collecting below the corpse as the few remaining internal organs slowly slipped from the now completely exposed central body cavity.
"Hope!" Mayu shrieked, tears streaming freely from her eyes as she watched her lover get sliced in half. As the two halves of Hope's body flopped to the floor, Mayu backed away from the screen, pressing her back against the wall and sliding down it before then burying her head in her hands as she continued to sob uncontrolably.
Unseen by Mayu, the two halves of Hope's body were quick to regenerate, before then merging into a single body.