Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ By Demons Be Driven ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Shinohoshi13 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Mecha | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.03.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 135 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Horror / Mecha | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.03.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 135 | Status: Work In Progress
hundred years before mankind entered space and founded the Colonies, a group of five scientists gathered and shared information. They knew that war was inevitable, and decided to prepare for it.
That was the biggest mistake they could ever make.
Their ideas gave birth to what they considered as the ultimate weapon. A weapon that could win the war they knew was looming on the horizon. It was only a matter of time before it started.
Time passed, and their research grew to encompass more areas. They logged their data down for future generations.
But one day, a mysterious illness consumed them all, leaving no one behind to continue the research they had started.
When mankind founded the Colonies, the specimen was moved with other material like it onto the L13 Colony Cluster. The people that moved the materials had no idea of the hidden cargo within it.
For nearly two thousand years, the cryogenically frozen specimen had sat in the basements of disused laboratories.
Time had forgotten the weapon the ancients had created for war.
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The Special Forces units that were patrolling a sector of the L13 Colony Cluster stumbled upon an empty warehouse. Given orders to secure it, they made their way into the lower sections of it. What they found was a scientific first. They called in the scientists that were stationed nearby, and the object of their attention was transferred to a new location. Its discovery was kept secret and the unit team that had found it was immediately annihilated.
The scientists were more than willing to sacrifice fifty units to keep the secret they found.
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A transfer unit landed on the L2 Colony and the armed units escorted it to the nearest laboratories. None of the soldiers knew what the transport contained, but had they been aware, they would have deserted as fast as humanly possible.
As it was, they were oblivious to the special cargo, and what the transport really contained. All that mattered was completing the transaction and getting their pay.
The scientists, on the other hand, cared only for the cargo. They had eyes only for what Special Forces had found on a deserted L13 Colony Cluster.
It would be quite some time before word spread about an ultimate weapon.
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Liquid gurgled as it flowed through multi-colored tubes. Myriad lights flickered and the beep of the machines was loud in the large room. A man sat at a row of computers and regarded the information presented to him.
"All stats are normal; organs are functioning like they are supposed to." He scowled at the machine that took up the far left side of the room. "If everything's working correctly, then why does it all go so wrong?"
He stood in front of the large, human-sized test tube and stared at the murky water within it. Floating in the water was the body of a five-year-old child. An oxygen mask was attached to its face and IV tubes connected to the arms. The plaque screwed into the base of the machine proclaimed the specimen inside was named 'Asa'.
"I just don't understand it. Everything worked fine up till now." He returned to the row of computers, typing in a few simple commands. When the new screen came up, he cursed lividly. Opening more files on the adjacent computers, he compared information, and his foul oaths filled the silent room. This was something he hadn't expected.
Suddenly, the computers started blaring a warning. Red flashed through the room as the tube filled with crimson. All of the stats on the monitors went haywire, showing a failure in all sections. A blast filled the room and glass shattered to the floor. Liquid soon followed in its wake, soaking the man to the skin. His gaze immediately went to the specimen that was stepping out of the tube. How was it possible?
"Are you the man that created me?" The specimen stopped in front of the man, yanking out the IV drips in its arms. The man just stared as the child - if it could be called that - reached down and grabbed the collar of his coat. It hauled him to his knees with no effort at all, and held him in a strong chokehold. His vision blotted as he was deprived of oxygen.
"Are you the man that created me?!" The child shook him once, letting his unresponsive body fall to the floor. "If you won't answer me, then maybe your little toys can."
Time passed as the child specimen went through all the computer files, deleting them after it was done. It would leave no trace behind. It turned back to the man, who had wisely chosen to stay silent and not move.
"You are the man that created me; well, the descendant of one of them." The child grinned manically, holding up a small knife that flashed in the crimson lights. "You created me to be the Perfect Weapon, just like the others are going to create another to be the Perfect Soldier." It started forward, holding the knife before it.
"How the hell did this happen? Where did I go wrong?" the man sputtered out. He pushed farther back against the wall, trying unsuccessfully to get away from the child.
"It's all quite simple, really. It happened when you decided to start your research. You went wrong when you made a small error in sustaining me. And then you added more components that made my sterile environment very unstable. All those factors added up to the mistake standing before you." The knife flashed by the man, and he felt warm liquid flow down his cheek.
"But how can you be like this?! I made sure all the specifications were correct! You were supposed to stay in suspended animation for another thirty years!" The child reached out to the table and picked up a pen. It twirled the writing instrument between its fingers, its eyes reflecting the flashing lights. "You've already been suspended for over nineteen hundred years!"
"I've watched all my keepers, waiting for the chance to strike. When I overheard you and another scientist talking about creating the Perfect Soldier, I knew that now was the time. They wanted me to be the Perfect Weapon, but they didn't know that my creation was faulty. It was their stupidity that made me like this." The child's hand flashed forward, and the pen was imbedded in the man's shoulder. While he was occupied in trying to remove the pen, the child had retrieved the knife.
"And now it's time for you to meet your maker. It's time for you to meet Hiiroshin!" The scientist's eyes widened as the knife came down, slicing open the fragile skin at the base of his throat. His blood spurted out, coating the child with a blanket of crimson. [1]
By the time the body had been reduced to thousands of pieces, the child was laughing maniacally.
The time of its true meaning of life was at hand...
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July 9, AC 182
I am tired of this fucking world with ten million acres of land and not a single place to call home. With all its people and wasted bastards; not a single one to be trusted.
I want to spread my wings and fly back to my heaven, away from all this shit. And I will laugh at you from above, and there ain't a thing you can do. But no, you tore my wings and made them your own, and left me here, all alone in this place that I don't belong.
And I am fucking tired of that, fucking tired of you.
I am fucking tired of this world.
And some days I wake up and I wonder why I was put into this human body. It would be so much easier without the things humans call emotions. I think it would be better that I didn't have them.
I almost didn't have them at all.
But he died before he could complete it. He never got the chance to see me as the 'Perfect Weapon.' All his dreams became dust when he was killed by an unknown assassin.
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if he had been able to go through with his experiments.
'Would I even be human if he survived?'
'Would I be like Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier?'
'Would I even think about the innocents I kill?'
'Would I be a mindless killing machine?'
But it doesn't matter now. That is all in the past, and it doesn't help me now. All I can do is struggle through the monotonous days as they all bleed into one continuous cycle.
And there is only one person I now live for. He was the one to find me and raise me. He is the father I never had, the friend I always needed, and the only one to believe in me. He gives me the strength to continue living. He is the reason for my continued existence.
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She stared at the computer screen, contemplating what she had just typed out. It was all true, in a sense. She only lived for one person.
The only thing wrong was that she needed another reason.
She had a reason to live - her father.
What she needed was a reason to continue fighting. She needed a reason to pilot her Gundam. A reason to continue living in the war-riddled life she led.
All she ever needed was someone to give her support while she became Death. She needed someone to ground her, help remind her that she was human. She needed to love and be loved in return.
That was the only thing missing in her life...
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The bar was silent as she entered through the side door. She took a seat in the darkest corner and the bartender placed a bottle in front of her. She murmured her thanks and then proceeded to down her drink.
As the night progressed, the stack of bottles continued to grow. The bartender glanced at the young woman as she emptied another bottle.
The bell over the door tinkled, and two men stumbled through it, insults and fists flying back and forth. The young woman just sighed and got up, cracking her knuckles as she grinned maniacally. The two men fighting didn't see her as she reached out to them and grabbed their hair. The dull impact of two heads hitting each other was loud in the otherwise silent bar.
In less than thirty seconds, the men had entered the bar, gotten knocked out, and then tossed right back out the door, all without the woman missing a beat.
The young woman settled back at the bar and ordered another drink.
Only the bartender noticed the manic grin on her face...
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Days continued to pass, and the young woman took them all in stride.
Often, she felt trapped by the world around her.
But during the times when she got a surge of strength, she managed to keep living.
Even as the days bled into one another, one thing remained clear.
She had no purpose to keep living.
No purpose to get up each day and go on with her life.
All she had ever wished for was someone to love her.
From the earliest day she could remember, there had been no real reason for her existence. She had been given a life, but she didn't know what to do with it.
Years passed, and the young woman grew, shaped by the actions around her. She became a warrior, hardened by the war she fought in. She became an emotionless machine, forced to hide as the war escalated.
But most of all, she became an empty shell of a person, searching for something to fill the hollowness within her.
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[1] Hiiroshin - Black Death (Japanese)
That was the biggest mistake they could ever make.
Their ideas gave birth to what they considered as the ultimate weapon. A weapon that could win the war they knew was looming on the horizon. It was only a matter of time before it started.
Time passed, and their research grew to encompass more areas. They logged their data down for future generations.
But one day, a mysterious illness consumed them all, leaving no one behind to continue the research they had started.
When mankind founded the Colonies, the specimen was moved with other material like it onto the L13 Colony Cluster. The people that moved the materials had no idea of the hidden cargo within it.
For nearly two thousand years, the cryogenically frozen specimen had sat in the basements of disused laboratories.
Time had forgotten the weapon the ancients had created for war.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
The Special Forces units that were patrolling a sector of the L13 Colony Cluster stumbled upon an empty warehouse. Given orders to secure it, they made their way into the lower sections of it. What they found was a scientific first. They called in the scientists that were stationed nearby, and the object of their attention was transferred to a new location. Its discovery was kept secret and the unit team that had found it was immediately annihilated.
The scientists were more than willing to sacrifice fifty units to keep the secret they found.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
A transfer unit landed on the L2 Colony and the armed units escorted it to the nearest laboratories. None of the soldiers knew what the transport contained, but had they been aware, they would have deserted as fast as humanly possible.
As it was, they were oblivious to the special cargo, and what the transport really contained. All that mattered was completing the transaction and getting their pay.
The scientists, on the other hand, cared only for the cargo. They had eyes only for what Special Forces had found on a deserted L13 Colony Cluster.
It would be quite some time before word spread about an ultimate weapon.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
Liquid gurgled as it flowed through multi-colored tubes. Myriad lights flickered and the beep of the machines was loud in the large room. A man sat at a row of computers and regarded the information presented to him.
"All stats are normal; organs are functioning like they are supposed to." He scowled at the machine that took up the far left side of the room. "If everything's working correctly, then why does it all go so wrong?"
He stood in front of the large, human-sized test tube and stared at the murky water within it. Floating in the water was the body of a five-year-old child. An oxygen mask was attached to its face and IV tubes connected to the arms. The plaque screwed into the base of the machine proclaimed the specimen inside was named 'Asa'.
"I just don't understand it. Everything worked fine up till now." He returned to the row of computers, typing in a few simple commands. When the new screen came up, he cursed lividly. Opening more files on the adjacent computers, he compared information, and his foul oaths filled the silent room. This was something he hadn't expected.
Suddenly, the computers started blaring a warning. Red flashed through the room as the tube filled with crimson. All of the stats on the monitors went haywire, showing a failure in all sections. A blast filled the room and glass shattered to the floor. Liquid soon followed in its wake, soaking the man to the skin. His gaze immediately went to the specimen that was stepping out of the tube. How was it possible?
"Are you the man that created me?" The specimen stopped in front of the man, yanking out the IV drips in its arms. The man just stared as the child - if it could be called that - reached down and grabbed the collar of his coat. It hauled him to his knees with no effort at all, and held him in a strong chokehold. His vision blotted as he was deprived of oxygen.
"Are you the man that created me?!" The child shook him once, letting his unresponsive body fall to the floor. "If you won't answer me, then maybe your little toys can."
Time passed as the child specimen went through all the computer files, deleting them after it was done. It would leave no trace behind. It turned back to the man, who had wisely chosen to stay silent and not move.
"You are the man that created me; well, the descendant of one of them." The child grinned manically, holding up a small knife that flashed in the crimson lights. "You created me to be the Perfect Weapon, just like the others are going to create another to be the Perfect Soldier." It started forward, holding the knife before it.
"How the hell did this happen? Where did I go wrong?" the man sputtered out. He pushed farther back against the wall, trying unsuccessfully to get away from the child.
"It's all quite simple, really. It happened when you decided to start your research. You went wrong when you made a small error in sustaining me. And then you added more components that made my sterile environment very unstable. All those factors added up to the mistake standing before you." The knife flashed by the man, and he felt warm liquid flow down his cheek.
"But how can you be like this?! I made sure all the specifications were correct! You were supposed to stay in suspended animation for another thirty years!" The child reached out to the table and picked up a pen. It twirled the writing instrument between its fingers, its eyes reflecting the flashing lights. "You've already been suspended for over nineteen hundred years!"
"I've watched all my keepers, waiting for the chance to strike. When I overheard you and another scientist talking about creating the Perfect Soldier, I knew that now was the time. They wanted me to be the Perfect Weapon, but they didn't know that my creation was faulty. It was their stupidity that made me like this." The child's hand flashed forward, and the pen was imbedded in the man's shoulder. While he was occupied in trying to remove the pen, the child had retrieved the knife.
"And now it's time for you to meet your maker. It's time for you to meet Hiiroshin!" The scientist's eyes widened as the knife came down, slicing open the fragile skin at the base of his throat. His blood spurted out, coating the child with a blanket of crimson. [1]
By the time the body had been reduced to thousands of pieces, the child was laughing maniacally.
The time of its true meaning of life was at hand...
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July 9, AC 182
I am tired of this fucking world with ten million acres of land and not a single place to call home. With all its people and wasted bastards; not a single one to be trusted.
I want to spread my wings and fly back to my heaven, away from all this shit. And I will laugh at you from above, and there ain't a thing you can do. But no, you tore my wings and made them your own, and left me here, all alone in this place that I don't belong.
And I am fucking tired of that, fucking tired of you.
I am fucking tired of this world.
And some days I wake up and I wonder why I was put into this human body. It would be so much easier without the things humans call emotions. I think it would be better that I didn't have them.
I almost didn't have them at all.
But he died before he could complete it. He never got the chance to see me as the 'Perfect Weapon.' All his dreams became dust when he was killed by an unknown assassin.
Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if he had been able to go through with his experiments.
'Would I even be human if he survived?'
'Would I be like Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier?'
'Would I even think about the innocents I kill?'
'Would I be a mindless killing machine?'
But it doesn't matter now. That is all in the past, and it doesn't help me now. All I can do is struggle through the monotonous days as they all bleed into one continuous cycle.
And there is only one person I now live for. He was the one to find me and raise me. He is the father I never had, the friend I always needed, and the only one to believe in me. He gives me the strength to continue living. He is the reason for my continued existence.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
She stared at the computer screen, contemplating what she had just typed out. It was all true, in a sense. She only lived for one person.
The only thing wrong was that she needed another reason.
She had a reason to live - her father.
What she needed was a reason to continue fighting. She needed a reason to pilot her Gundam. A reason to continue living in the war-riddled life she led.
All she ever needed was someone to give her support while she became Death. She needed someone to ground her, help remind her that she was human. She needed to love and be loved in return.
That was the only thing missing in her life...
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
The bar was silent as she entered through the side door. She took a seat in the darkest corner and the bartender placed a bottle in front of her. She murmured her thanks and then proceeded to down her drink.
As the night progressed, the stack of bottles continued to grow. The bartender glanced at the young woman as she emptied another bottle.
The bell over the door tinkled, and two men stumbled through it, insults and fists flying back and forth. The young woman just sighed and got up, cracking her knuckles as she grinned maniacally. The two men fighting didn't see her as she reached out to them and grabbed their hair. The dull impact of two heads hitting each other was loud in the otherwise silent bar.
In less than thirty seconds, the men had entered the bar, gotten knocked out, and then tossed right back out the door, all without the woman missing a beat.
The young woman settled back at the bar and ordered another drink.
Only the bartender noticed the manic grin on her face...
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
Days continued to pass, and the young woman took them all in stride.
Often, she felt trapped by the world around her.
But during the times when she got a surge of strength, she managed to keep living.
Even as the days bled into one another, one thing remained clear.
She had no purpose to keep living.
No purpose to get up each day and go on with her life.
All she had ever wished for was someone to love her.
From the earliest day she could remember, there had been no real reason for her existence. She had been given a life, but she didn't know what to do with it.
Years passed, and the young woman grew, shaped by the actions around her. She became a warrior, hardened by the war she fought in. She became an emotionless machine, forced to hide as the war escalated.
But most of all, she became an empty shell of a person, searching for something to fill the hollowness within her.
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[1] Hiiroshin - Black Death (Japanese)