Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ For Eternity ❯ 3 Doors Down to Freedom ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Gundam Wing or any of the characters for that matter. I am just merely...er, borrowing them as my muses at the moment. However....I DO own Eve, Alexandria and the old woman! If you wish to borrow one of them, PLEASE let me know! Thank you.

Series: Gundam Wing

Title:For Eternity

Prologue: 3 Doors Down to Freedom

Author: Tiasha

~

I am already here, down

on my knees

I am already here, oh no, I am

already here

I must have told you a thousand

times I am not running away

I won't duck and run

I won't duck and run

I won't duck and run

No I pass away

~

"You won't survive much longer if you continue being a pacifist. This place is meant to break your spirits, mon amie [1], no matter if you're already a soldier."

Relena looked up at her bunkmate and frowned, fixing the other blonde with an icy glare. Just because her bunkmate had given up, did not mean that she would; however, the brutal treatment she had been receiving for weeks now was slowly doing its job, as much as she hated to admit it.

"Relena...I can help you, please! I can teach you to survive! S'il vous plait [2]!" her bunkmate pleaded. The blonde's hair was moonlight in color, perhaps a shade darker than Dorothy Catalonia's and the woman's gray eyes stared at her with a pain she herself could almost mirror at times.

"Midii...my life no longer belongs to me. It belongs to the people, I belong to the people..." Relena heard herself say. She watched as Midii shook her head, moonlight curls bouncing on her shoulders and a chuckle resounded from her throat as she smiled cynically at her.

"What good are you to the people if you're dead? Answer me that, Miss Vice Foreign Minister!"

Relena looked at her, not stare, not glare, just looked. She was right...what good was she dead? She could easily set aside her pacifism until she escaped this bloody, gory, Hell of a compound and then go back to being the Vice Foreign Minister...couldn't she? She honestly did not know. She pulled her legs up to her chest and placed her head upon her drawn knees, feeling utterly helpless. Where was Heero when she really needed him? For once in her life she would not mind the perfect soldier showing up to rescue her then disappear right afterwards, but it seemed that that would not be happening any time soon.

"Midii...teach me...teach me how to defend myself, how to take offensive, how to survive...s'il te plait [3]," she said, looking straight into her bunkmate's eyes.

Midii smiled a gentle, understanding smile at her, "First of all...you have to really want to do this. Me, I had no choice...well, I did but I was six then. Anyway, mon amie, are you ready to become a whole new you?"

Relena was about respond with a no when the door to their cell was thrown open. Two men entered and advanced towards her. All logical thoughts seemed to retreat into the small crevasses of her mind as she instinctively backed up against the wall, shaking visibly as they continued to stare at her with a predatory gleam in their eyes.

"No! Let her go! RUN RELENA!" a voice shouted, a familiar voice, as a flash moonlight blonde hair began to tackle one of the two men to the ground. The other man seemed to almost immediately lose interest in her and advanced towards his comrade to help him.

The great Relena Peacecraft watched unthinkingly as her bunkmate was thrown against the wall, blood seeping down into her eyes and stream down her cheeks...along with tears. Midii doubled over as one man threw a blow into her stomach and jammed his elbow down on her bent back. Blood dripped from her bunkmate's, her friend's, mouth as she attempted to breathe a steady breath of oxygen.

Blood, blood was everywhere, on her friend's face, on the floor, on the wall, everywhere it seemed. Both men continued to ignore her and Relena watched in horror as one of the men slowly began the first minor stages of rape; his hands roamed all over Midii's body at their own violation, never paying any heed as her friend's soft voice pleaded for him to stop. Her mind was screaming at her to do something but what? Herself against two trained men? The odds were not with her but she no longer could stand by and watch...and she would not run!

Frantically her eyes searched the room for a weapon but produced nothing; however, her eyes soon landed on the .25 mm protruding from one of the men's clothing. With speed she never knew she possessed, her hand snaked out and grabbed the gun, automatically flipping the safety switch off before aiming it at the man's head. Just as the man turned to face her, her shaking fingers pulled the trigger, her mind screaming at her doing such an unpacifist act; however, her mind now screamed at her to both shoot the other man and not shoot him.

The other man turned and watched her carefully, distracted by her to even notice the other young woman slink away to a dark corner to lick her wounds. Relena looked at the man with disbelieving eyes before turning her gaze to the man whom lay dead before, blank eyes staring back at her in surprise. There was more blood soaking the concrete floor and the .25 mm gun slipped from her now numb fingers, hitting the floor with a clank and an explosion.

"How.........you..................a............................pacifist.... ..........?" the other man said, blood spilling from his lips as he too fell to the floor, the color red staining his chest. He stared up at her with unseeing eyes with an expression of shock frozen on his face for all time. The gun had gone off, the contact of it with the concrete floor causing it to be set off...and the second man was caught in the bullet's path.

She sat there, staring at the two dead guards/soldiers, dumbly wondering when the other guards would begin to miss them. She had just killed two men, she a pacifist, the Vice Foreign Minister for God's sake! She continued to stare at their dead bodies, slowing bringing her legs to her chest and rocking back and forth. In her mind, she felt like a little girl who had found something she wasn't supposed to have or play with, like a weed she had snuck into the house and smoked, or a gun she was not supposed to touch...but did. Her child-like mind told her that she had done a bad thing...she had made them go away for good.

Suddenly, she realized something...she was no longer Relena Peacecraft...no longer Relena Dorlain....no longer Relena. Relena would not have done this...she would not have shot two men. She looked up to see Midii's bloody and beaten face looking at her worriedly. Slowly and gently, Relena felt Midii's arms wrap around her and begin to rock with her, smoothing her honey blonde hair. Desperate for contact of a living being, Relena clung to Midii, allowing herself to be rocked by her.

"Relena...do you realize...what you just did?" she heard Midii's soft voice ask.

She nodded her head and whispered, "I'm not Relena............................I'm Lenrea."

Midii only held her tighter as more guards entered and dragged out the dead men, all the while making comments about the great pacifist Relena Peacecraft make a killing of two trained soldiers. As the door to their cell was once again closed, Relena's voice made on last echo throughout the compound, causing all hope in the other prisoners to sink, then rise again.

"I'm a murderer, I'm a killer, I'm Lenrea...codename: Artemis [4].........I will bring Justice on swift wings to all those who confine us. Let the Hunt begin."

~

Living risky, never scared, wander

closer to the edge

Nothing valued think no fear, always

wondering why you're here...

All your purposes are gone, nothing's

right and nothing's wrong

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,

feel no sorrow, feel no pain...

~

The cry of a newborn broke through the night along with one last final scream from its mother. All civilized prisoners of the compound hanged their head in prayer to whichever deity they held dear, asking that the mother of the child rest in peace and be sent to a better place. All prisoners mourned the death of the two-month-old child's mother.

Alexandriahung her head as she prayed to Spirit [5] asking that the child would live...no one deserved to die at such a young age and not be able to comprehend why. She snapped her head up to attention as footsteps were heard and a shadow passed by her cell window. Stealthily, she crept towards the door and peeked out between the bars of her cell window, frowning as she saw one of the prisoners being led down the dim hallway. Her eyes narrowed in recognition as well, yes, she knew that woman with honey blonde hair...by reputation and media only though.

"Relena Dorlain...or is it Peacecraft?" she whispered to herself as she watched the former Queen of the World be escorted away. She was being taken to the same room where the mother of that child was no doubt...to die most likely. No, not to die, but to save that child...thank the Lord and Lady [6].

"Come on Len...where's that spunk I know you got?" she again whispered, watching the honey blonde prisoner until the door slid shut and all was quiet. It was then that she grabbed the bars of her cell window and shook the door in a fit of anger; she felt no sorrow or sympathy towards that bitch if she wouldn't even dare try to attempt an escape.

"DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU ALL!" she shouted, hoping that the guards would hear her; in fact, she prayed that they would. Perhaps then they would send some one down to toy with her...only this time, she would do the toying.

"My child be patient! The day of Freedom will come and our leader will rise up from the flames, bearing a newborn child! The child of our eve to a new life!" a hoarse voice stated, gaining a few yelps of agreement and joy. Alex frowned, glaring at the cell across the hall; that old woman would never understand her. She was not one to believe something unless Spirit told her so or it was probable; in this case, it was not.

"Hold your tongue crone...I will not believe until I see it."

"Young people these days...it has to be material for them to believe," the old woman grunted.

"No, that is not true...I just don't see this prophecy of yours happening any time soon, Fortune Teller," Alex reasoned, moving to sit on her bunk. A couple of incidents had made the guards realize that bunkmates with her were not a pleasant combination; she preferred to be by herself. She was able to purify herself with what little she had and was able to meditate without interruption.

"My visions, mind you, have never been wrong. I have also seen that I will die in the mists of our escape but that is fine. It is time for me to leave anyway. I've lived my life and you should remember to live yours young one. We will be set free."

"When I see it Soothe Sayer [7], when I see it."

~

Oh no I can't let you go,

my little girl

Because you're holding up my

world, so I need you

Your imitation of my walk and the

perfect way you talk

It's just a couple of the million

things that I love about you...

So I need you

So I need you

So I need you

So I need you...

~

She stared at the child for a long time; its mother was dead and its father...had no idea that it was even alive. The two-month-old child was now hers to take care of; it was her responsibility now. She had to find a job, a home, and a name for the baby girl.

"Lenrea! Get out of there!" a voice shouted, causing her to look up. She saw a young woman an inch or so shorter than her with dark red hair beckoning her to come with the rest of the newly freed prisoners. She smiled, calmly walking toward everyone and ignoring the flames of red and orange lapping at her sneakered feet.

Holding the crying child close, Lenrea watched the redhead stare at her in shock muttering something. Frowning in confusion, she questioned. The redhead just smiled in disbelief and repeated what she had said.

"The day of Freedom will come and our leader will rise up from the flames, bearing a newborn child. You...Lenrea, you were our leader! It was your plan that freed us from this compound!" the redhead said in a disbelieving tone.

Relena [8] only smiled sadly not recognizing this young woman at all. "I'm sorry but do I know you?" she asked, her blue eyes searching the redhead's deep purple ones. She saw the redhead shake her head.

"No you do not. My name is Alexandria...and I am the heart of Ireland...the Celtic Ireland," the redhead responded, bowing in greetance. Relena nodded and looked down at the two-month old bundle in her arms, smiling tenderly as a small, out-stretched hand played with her face.

"Well, I suppose I have I to name you don't I? Yes I do," she said in a sweet singsong voice to the child. "Eve, that's what I'll call you...Eve. You were set free from that compound on the eve of my birthday, did you know that baby?"

"You're naming her Eve?" Alex asked her, once again in a state of shock. "The child of our eve to a new life...the old woman was right!"

"Eve? Is that what you named her Lenrea?" a familiar voice asked Relena. She turned to see Midii joining them, a long stream of crimson staining the side of her pale face. She nodded, smiling as she bounced the babe in her arms to silence its cries. Relena looked up as someone in the crowd of free prisoners heralded the name of the child, the first child to be born in the compound, the first child who was conceived outside the compound and born inside of it...her child.

She had made a promise to Eve's mother, a promise to make Eve her own child once free from the compound. She would not break her promise and though it would be hard to start a new life with a two-month-old child, she would do it. Midii would be there to help her, she had already vowed to help raise Eve, and for some odd reason...Relena felt that Alexandria would help to raise Eve as well. She smiled at the thought of her baby having so many godmothers...she would have to contact Hilde and Sally once possible though, and that would be hard. She already knew that they would ask her back, ask her to become the person she had once been, Relena Dorlain/Peacecraft; that persona of hers had died the night she had killed two men...her first two killings. She sighed, hoping that they would except Lenrea instead and deep down, she knew they would.

In the late night of the country Ethiopia [9], if one listened carefully, shouts of rejoice could be heard echoing through the night skies.

Terms:

[1] my friend

[2] please-formal

[3] please-friendly

[4] Virgin goddess of the Hunt in Greek mythology

[5] Wiccan deity

[6] Another name for Spirit the Wiccan deity

[7] Fortune Teller

[8] I won't confuse readers by using Lenrea....I'll only use that name when she is being spoken to

[9] A country in Africa near Egypt

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