Disclaimer: I own nothing. Just the story.
I don't own the quote: ' Born of different worlds ect'
and I DO own the story along with it's short poem. Oh, and I don't
own the name Stuvor Auditorium. It is an
auditorium in Lewisville, 20 minutes away from here. ~Thanks for letting
me use ya name!~ Also I don't own the phrase: truth
but no logic. Thanxz Titanic! (lol)
Authors Note: I would like to thank all those
readers out there who have stuck with me on the stories I stopped for a while
and I am pleased to announce that I have finally sent in Ch.5 to R.T.H.
YAY!! **Big Smile** Ok, well nuff of my
gibbering. On with the story!!!!! ~L.A.~ aka
~Love's Angel~
The sky was a crimson color. The heavens lit up the earth in an eerie
scarlet glow, as lightening pierced the arid soil and thunder roared in anger.
A wet stream soon emerged from stumbling clouds, like blood oozing thick from a
freshly cut wound. Soon, the red
firmament began to pour out its soul, letting the mortals below feel its
undying pain. The sky wept for those below it, too proud to shed
fragile tears. It bled for the suffering people, and it bled for the
thirsting earth.
A young seventeen year old girl with
honey blonde hair and cerulean eyes held her black umbrella firmly as the wind
fought against her, trying to rip the pathetic shield out of her hands.
She stared at the sky; it was a dark, blood red. She knew the story of
the crimson sky. As she stared at the bloodied heavens once more, noting
every characteristic, every frighteningly beautiful detail, she remembered
a little poem from her youth and spoke it out loud:
There's a
beginning, there's an end.
There's a wound that will never mend.
There's a story with life to tell,
There's a fear of life in hell.
There's a crimson sky,
There, is where good men die.
There's a life that goes on as it never
ends.
There's a beginning, there's an end.
"That only means the war will be
long and trying," she sighed, and looked onward as she approached her
awaiting pink limo. She was to speak to members about the war that
was raging not too far from here. The six main fighters for the Preventers would be there as well. The sky and its
atmosphere only set the grim mood. It told truth, with no logic.
That's why she had to try and stop this as well. No matter what,
something must be done. Even if she had to do it herself.
"Come, Miss Relena, or we'll be
late." Pagan, her loyal servant and friend urged her.
"Thank you, Pagan. I hope this
doesn't take up much of your day," Relena graciously thanked
Pagan. The old man smiled in return as they began their journey.
************
It was just above freezing in the
Antarctic area. The windshield was at 60 mi/hr, causing it to feel like
100 below zero. It was still and quiet, besides the occasional whistling
of the wind. The invisible force bit fiercely at a seventeen-year-old boy’s
face. He had recently joined the war at
the beginning of winter, along with five other soldiers.
The six had started their training as
young as two, thus after fifteen years of battling the wintry environment, they
had become used to bitter elements. They had started fighting the war at
the beginning of winter in Asia. It was only natural for it to be this
cold. Cold…it was a constant icy layer the wind-whipped youth felt in his
heart. A heart of stone, some would say. Others would go as far to
say he was inhuman. He didn't care. In fact, the frosty boy didn’t
care about a lot of things. He didn’t
smile, he didn’t laugh, he didn’t love.
Who had time for such trivial matters when there were missions to
complete?
When he, and his five comrades, discovered the Preventers, the six were more than happy to jump in
and help. What else were they to do with
themselves? After all, they had trained for many years; why not put their
exceptional skills to use? Besides, the organization was lacking the
strength and manpower necessary to win the war.
The six soldiers had been in this war for
almost two months now. The started their journey from Asia, traveling to
Japan, then Australia, finally reaching the harsh snowy landscape of
Antarctica. But such a trip was nothing new, as the war never stayed in
one place, forcing its fighters to move where it wished. It not only moved
forward, scarring nation after nation; but it also stayed behind, never leaving
a place once touched by its terror. In this frightening pattern, the war
had spread throughout the globe, seeking out any lone patch of peace as its
victim.
But one day, that cold, seventeen-year-old boy, and his five
comrades, decided to take action.
~~~On stage at Stuvor
Auditorium~~~
"Five minutes, Miss Peacecraft!" A boy ran up to her and hurried her to
her location. He was about fifteen, with short blonde hair. He
was short for his age, only standing at about four feet, eleven
inches. 'Almost 5 feet,' Relena smiled to herself.
"Thank you, ---" Relena
started.
"Just call me Tom." He
answered her unspoken question.
"Thank you, Tom." Relena
finished.
----------Five minutes passed quickly as she was finally
cued to go on stage. She approached the podium, and people were already
clapping for her.
"Thank you." As it quieted, she continued. "I'm here today to address this war. It rages on only ten miles from here. Because of this, I must be brief.
“Our lives are in danger. We, as a people, are in danger of losing everything we have, and everything we know. The whole world is in danger, all because of a difference between two different kinds of people. This war is being waged by brave men, and will see the deaths of many whom are dear to us. Unfortunately, not all people want peace. As we go on, the battles, and fighting between one another will eventually slow. But we cannot wait. We must stop this now in order to fulfill our wishes and dreams of peace.
“Born of different worlds, woven together by fate. And each has already risen to face their destiny, are our six, and only six of the world’s most trained and experienced fighters. They are helping our Preventers in our fight for peace. The six are: Commander Heero Yuy, and Captain Duo Maxwell. Recently joining the Preventers are: Head Preventer Trowa Barton, Preventer Chang Wufei, Preventer Quatra Rababa Winner, and recently found, Preventer Zechs Merquise."
Applause erupted from the small crowd as
Relena announced the heroes of the battle. She paused for another quick
second to catch her breath and continued.
“As I said before,
these men are the best. They are fighting for peace world wide, and are
fighting so none of you have to. We are in 'good' hands.”
Thunder rattled the windows of the small auditorium, and the air chilled with fear. Relena took the cue to send these people to their homes.
“You all must
leave here quickly and get home to your families. Thank you! Be
careful, and may God keep you safe! Good-bye." Relena finished
quickly. The auditorium once again was filled with applause as she
stepped down to leave the area.
She waited to leave until all the people
had left. After a few moments, the auditorium was empty save for Relena
and a man still sitting in his chair. Relena walked up to the man and
spoke with him. "Sir? Why do you stay, when there is a battle
that would destroy this place any time now? You should go home to your family."
"Miss, I have no place else to
go. I have no home. My family and house were...were destroyed soon
after I left to come here. I wish to stay, in hopes of being reunited
with my family." The man quietly finished.
Relena's heart went out to the
man. An idea struck her. "Sir, why don't you come and stay
with me? It gets pretty lonely in that big old house. Will you stay
and keep me company?" Relena kindly offered.
The man looked up at her in shock.
When he answered, he was completely calm. "You are not afraid of
what the people will think? Holding a poorer, I mean, wouldn't this hurt
your reputation as Vice Foreign Minister?" ' Not as badly, until
they find out who I really am...' The man smirked, as he thought the last
little bit, still keeping totally calm.
Relena laughed and said, "Of course not! If I were afraid of the people and their thoughts, I would be afraid of myself. I'm just like any other person. We are all the same. And if I cannot open up my home, to my people, I would feel like I am undeserving of my position. I won't take no as an answer." She smiled and the man smiled back and shook his head.
'Only a little longer, then I can drop this
facade.' he thought before they left to her car.
------------------------------BATTLEFIELD in
ANTARCTICA-------------------------------------------
"Hurry! Get that rocket
launcher set up! Trowa, get Preventer Merquise
over here, stat!" A chestnut colored hair man yelled.
Position: Captain Maxwell, Duo
Age: 17
Height: 5ft 7"
Weight: 150lbs
Sex: Yes please! *DUO!* Just kidding, geez...Male =lt;---(A.N. lol I thought I would make it a lil
funny!)
Origin: American
Eyes: Violet
Hair: long, chestnut colored, always braided
info: Trained most of his life; in war for about 2 months;
comrades: other Preventers; fights for peace.
He had TM violet colored eyes and a long
braid. He was best friends with Agent Yuy.
"Maxwell, where's Merquise and Barton?!" A Persian eyed man growled.
Position: Commander Yuy, Heero
Age: 17
Height: 5ft 10"
Weight:150lbs
Gender: **Awe! come on author! put sex!** *No,
Duo. Go away.* **mumbles**...Male
Origin: Japan
Eyes: Persian Blue
Hair: Chocolate Brown, messy/wild
info: Lost parents at infant age. Taken in by a
doctor. Hard life. Trained most of his life; in war for about 2 months;
comrades: other Preventers; fights for peace.
"Coming, are the others
here?" Duo, the Co-Captain answered.
"All minus Trowa and Zechs." Heero, the H.C. mumbled.
"Heero, Zechs
Merquise has been shot. Most likely already
picked up by the medics." Trowa, the H.P., ran up saying as he slowed to a
stop in front of Heero.
Position: At H.Q. and on field Head Preventer Barton, Trowa
Age: 17
Height: 6ft
Weight:150lbs
Gender: Male
Origin: Unknown
Eyes: Emerald Green
Hair: Light Brown, covers half of face
info: Also trained most of his life; lost soldier; found
without a place to be, ever. In war for about 2 months; comrades:
other Preventers; fights for peace.
"Damnit!
*pause* Hurry up and get your necessities. We're leaving."
Heero yelled with anger written on his face.
"Why Heero? If we
leave..." Duo was cut off.
"They are headed to Europe.
That's where the Queen of the World is. If they got Zechs,
they know where the Queen is. Zechs is her
brother." Heero said, gritting his teeth.
Everyone grabbed
their things and left to get the two others in their "group".
"Wufei, Quatra,
we're leaving. Pack up, boys! It's going to be a bumpy
ride!" Duo exclaimed.
"Shut-up, idiot! Where's that jerk,
Merquise?" the Chinese man growled.
Position: Preventer Chang, Wufei (some may say Wufei,
Chang. Either way, I don't care, you choose.)
Age:17
Height: 5ft 6"
Weight: 150lbs
Gender: Male
Origin: China
Eyes: Black
Hair: Slick black, usually in small ponytail, traces of
white
info: Tough young life, colony blown up. No
family. Trained most of life; in war for about 2 months; comrades: other Preventers; fights for peace.
"He's in hospice 5 miles from
here. They found him beaten and bloody. They got to him. I
hope he didn't talk. We should just leave him. He won't be any good
for at least three days." The young Arabian answered.
Position: Preventer Winner R., Quatra
Age:17
Height: 5ft 5"
Weight: 145lbs
Gender: Male
Origin: Desert/ Arabia (He is Arabian, but I think I made up
Arabia =lol. I have never heard of that b4
now.)
Eyes: Soft brown, almost Hazel
Hair: Wild, blonde
info: Borne into a rich family; Trained for 5-7 years
straight, on and off training for 12 years; in war for about 2 months;
comrades: other Preventers; fights for peace.
~Back at Mansion~
"This will be your room. Mine
is up the stairs to the right, second door on the left. If you need
anything, let me, Pagan, or any of the other servants here know. I'll
leave you to settle in. Oh, and Pagan will be up here to give you new
clothes. By the way, what's your name?" Relena finished.
"Jim...Jim Erikson,
Miss Peacecraft." He bowed slightly and
straightened.
"Call me Relena, please.
Good-Day." Relena curtsied and left to change.
~~~~~Moments later~~~~~ She changed into blue jeans
and a green tank top. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and her bangs
curled just right. Her make-up consisted of a pinkish, tan
sparkling eye-shadow, red and pink lip-gloss mix, with black mascara
to finish off her look. In guy terms, she looked hot.
Relena looked herself up and down, and
decided she would wear her black boots. Exiting her room, she ran into Lucretzia Noin. Preventer
and Mom of a toddler boy. She was tall and thin with dark blue
hair. Her eyes were big and blue. She was dressed in a Preventer
uniform.
"Sorry Miss Noin!
I wasn't looking. We have a new guest, by the way. His name is Jim,
so if you run into him, don't kill him." Relena smiled.
"Oh, it's ok. I was checking
on little Zach. Uhm, would you like to come
with me to P.H.Q.?" Noin questioned.
"Sure. I was just headed there
actually."
~~Preventers H.Q.~~ "Noin! Get over here, quickly! Zechs Merquise has been
shot. What's worse is the other five special agents are moving to a new
location. Still unverified." Sally exclaimed as Noin and Relena entered the room.
"What's the current status,
Sally? You know what I mean." Relena asked running with Noin to Sally's side.
"It's not good, but it proves to be
better than we first expected. Commander Yuy has pulled out five others
and are moving, we believe, in the direction of Europe. A more precise
location, here. It appears Zechs was a part
of the five that were pulled out. His reason is obvious to
why. The other four are the best, along with Yuy. Relena, why the
sudden interest?" Sally finally finished, catching her breath.
"Because a man lost his family and
wishes to take his own life. Because I know how to use a gun, thanks
to you. Because I can't do anything else until the war is
over. Is that enough reasons, or should I keep going?"
Relena finished confidently.
" 'Nuff
said. Noin, get Hilde, Cathrine,
and Dorothy. This war could use a woman's touch. You all will
accompany Miss Relena. If there's one girl out there, might as well
be me. -Rele, you are one of the best shooters
in H.Q. But you realize if you shoot to kill, it will ruin your reputation
as 'peace-maker'?"
"I know. Now let’s go
already!" She replied, fixing a blank look on her face as she spoke
the words that may change her forever.
~~~~~Upstairs with "Jim"~~~~~
"Ok, all I have to do is connect the
line directly. Ah! There." He paused for a second,
making sure no one was coming. "This is Addy
Jo. Code name Jim Erikson. I have
successfully infiltrated the mansion. Access to house is clear. No
protection at all. Proceed with operation. Stop." He
turned off the radio, and began preparations to commence Operation: Kill
Peace.
~Author's Note: Ok! So how is this for a first
chapter!? Ugh! Such trying work! lol
Some of you might be confused as to what some of the abbreviations
mean. Here are some =answers, hope this helps: H.P.=Head Preventer;
P.H.Q.=Preventer Head Quarters; S.A.=Special Agent(s) and of course H.Q.
is Head Quarters. I hope this clears a little up. And I also hope
you liked Chapter One to Army Angels: The War. Should I continue?
Do you like it enough? Send me ALL of your comments. Even flames.
Ok, bye for now! ~L.A.~