It takes a week for Suzaku to heal, and during that time the Black Knights are silent. Though the stir of everything that happened at Kawaguchi Lake makes sure they aren't forgotten in their absences. There are whispered about them in even the darkest of corners as elevens see them as their first glimmer of hope, and amongst the Britannia there is a silent wish, that they will wipe out all the other terrorist groups. For it is preferable to have a terrorist group with honor, than one without, and thus, in this way the Black Knights gain acceptances in both the Eleven and Britannia circles. It is because of this, that this group becomes famous, and soon …aid would arrival from other places. After all, it isn't easy to smuggle in Knightmares to a foreign country without some inside help in high places.
Thus, Lelouch's rebellion really got its start, and the river merges as one again.
The sound of a gunshot in the night could be heard.
A woman's screamed followed afterwards as flesh hit upon flesh, and a child sobbed in both terror and in pain. The night was no longer safe, as those that had been abused gain the courage to rise against those that had abuse them, as the rebellion got its true start. A dark malice that surge and addle like a tide, the reason no one had bother to track down the Black Knight after that incident had more to do with the predicament it had left in its wake. A rebellion isn't some tame cat that could be contained in a single place, but a wild tiger that attacked wherever it chose. Those who claimed they had justice on their side try to imitate what the Black Knights had done prior but it was never done the same. Always brutal, always violent beyond words, but then again …maybe it was just the same, just done on a lower scale where black and white mash together.
For the weak cannot prey upon the strong, but others who are weak like themselves!
As the rain ran down Suzaku's face, the boy thought to himself, that Lelouch didn't truly understand what he had begun. Hope is a dangerous thing, it can bring about great change, but it can also bring about great sins as well. He shoulders the gun before he rushed for the door, His injury gave him time away from his post with Lloyd, but it didn't release him from his duty. He was still at the military's beck and call and they never once hesitated to put him into such situations wounded or not as gunfire followed his steps. The boy's shoulder catching the door and forcing it open with a bang, it was how the criminals had entered in the first place, and thus weaken already, as he rolled to the side. Footsteps followed from upstairs, and a single bullet brought that man down …his eyes open wide as Suzaku didn't even stop long enough to let the body hit the ground. He came out from his place in the stairway's blind spot, and rushed for the stairs for he knew that anyone behind him would immediately try to back off. None wanted to take up the same position as the fallen man, and that gave him a few moments before they realized that there were footsteps coming towards them. The closest, the one most in front saw him first, his eyes widen in fear and horror for a moment before the gun rocked in Suzaku's hand once more.
Another thud, and a bullet whizzed pass Suzaku's shoulder as the look in the eyes of the third man was that of pure rage and hatred. He had enough time to see what Suzaku was, and in his eyes the words seemed to ring loudly, Traitor. Suzaku accepted his hate, but, what that man had done …betrayal was a luxury that he shouldn't ever be able to claim. The gun was lost as Suzaku's right hand came out strong to connect with the man's jaw he was out of bullets anyway, as he felt the snap of his neck. He knew he wasn't dead, but that he wasn't going to be happy about that hit as the man fell backwards. Suzaku took up a fighter's pose, as the man hit his bottom against the floor. There was rage in Suzaku as well at that moment. He could have simply knocked him out with a single hit, but, that man wasn't the only one whom had enough time to do some studying.
This man that was the last of the terrorist in this place had claimed that the ones whom lived here were evil. That they were supports of refrain, and were behind its spread along the lower areas. He had come to put a stop to it, and his method of choice was death to all that lived within this home. Yet, death wasn't all that he dealt in this place as for he was half naked. His lower half was clearly presented, and what Suzaku saw there was enough to make him want to rip him apart himself. The anger flared, the familiar beating in his heart that had helped him to commit the graves of sins years ago, now made his fist fly in a fiendish rage as it coiled in his belly. The world was washed in white, the drops of red couldn't disturb it, and only when he was tackled to the ground by another honorary like himself did it stop. His hands were coated in red, as his eyes had a hard time focusing on the present instead of the past. The feeling of the ground jarring him back to reality as the man held him down.
"It is okay, the last of terrorist are down."
He shouted back at them, and only then do they dare to enter. Those whom are born with a privilege to be above others, those that sent him in first to make it safe for them to enter, the people that consider themselves gods, the pure Britannia. They took one look at the scene, and immediately humped. Their eyes going no further than the men on the floor and the huddled mass on the bed as he took one good look at the only survivor.
"Fuck, what a waste of time." "They aren't even up here, hey, the rest of you guys spread out and check the other rooms." "If you find anything secure it and if it's the Master or Mistress of this house call on your radio."
The commander declares coldly. He cared nothing for the lone survivor in the room as je turned to leave.
*cough* *cough*
The sound caught everyone's attention as the man that Suzaku had resorted to beating with his fist stared up at the commander.
"The wicked and unjust shall be punished."
He declares weakly, and the commander smiles darkly.
"You didn't even have the fool's sense to check if the Master and Mistress were here." "You ransacked this place, and the only thing you managed to do is kill some servants and rape a little slut." "Really, if this is your justice then it is indeed blind."
Another gunshot rang out as Suzaku jumps and the little girl wailed loudly. The lone survivor whom was curled up on the bed completely nude had made her first sound since they had entered the room. The sheets colored in blood from her mother's leaking head, and her own session with the decease. Without a second thought, the gun changed directions as the other honorary Britannia rose and dove towards the little girl cradling her to his chest. The commander laughs but lower his gun as Suzaku seemed to relax partially.
"Fine, though I don't know what sort of life you expect a slut like her to have. Then again, you probably don't think that far ahead, after all you two run around shooting rubber bullets at your enemies. Taking them in a alive, a useless gesture, they will be put to death anyway."
The Commander said as he left then, and Suzaku and the other Honorary Britannia were left alone with the crying girl. She sobbed much more loudly once he had left, and Suzaku sighed as he watched the other man trying to comfort her. It was for people like her that elevens joined the military. His eyes looking out the window at the red moon beyond as the sun long gone reflected off its surface.
They would find underneath the ground a refrain laboratory, which, they would promptly destroy. Though, that would make no differences to the little girl that cried as they carried her away from that place. Her and her mother's only sin was working there, and what a punishment they had both reaped.
Jade eyes looking up at the heavens and asking a question he knew only one could truly answer. Though, in order for that person to find that answer, how many horrors would he have to go through and how many more would be visited upon the world due to his search?
~The path of the terrorist, is always colored in the blood of the innocent~
~Can you truly find salvation on that path, Lelouch? ~
Violet colored eyes looked upwards at the heavens as well. His mind went over the plans to gain more support from the Japanese people and to expand the Black Knight's popularity further. A mask covered his face as he looked downwards at the location of the Refrain warehouse, and smiled. Taking out this single warehouse might save lives, but he seriously doubted it. The drug was already too popular, but, it would slow their production for a while. It would give the needed impression of stopping it, and better yet, it would gain more support from the people to help them in their fight.
To possibly save a million lives, Lelouch uses terrorism.
To save a single life, Suzaku uses the military
In the game of users and losers, can either of them really win?
The river divides again.
[I figured, this one might be a little extreme, but really, I do remember in the show they mention that there was imitators of the Black Knights that did bad things. I figured there would be other doing things in the name of Justice.]