MY WATCHER CH:20 & 21

[lilly23]

My Watcher



Author: lilly23



Author's E-mail: steel_lilly23@...



Author's Note: Since seeing the movie Equilibrium it made me inspire to write this story dealing with Heero and Relena if they were stuck in this world that the movie shows. This is a little different world that one GW we all know but please be kind I have tried so hard to write this story



Summary:In the city of Libria where the emotion is forbidden and where the death means to anyone that breaks the rule if the emotions are displayed publicly and where the sense offenders are killed on the spot, one would dare to risk everything when it comes to the love even to loose her own life for it...



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"Tread softly because you tread on my dreams..."

CH:21- The Nightmare

Yuy's POV:

I knew as soon as the chase started exactly how it would end; her humble on her knees with head bowed as though in prayer to her God for mercy and forgiveness, draped in my shadow awaiting the inevitable end my gun would bring. To guess ? to know ? with such certainty one's future actions inspires something like despondency in creatures with a spontaneous nature such as ours. It hinders the actions you take when you realize you already knew you were going to take them. The whole thrill of the chase is in the uncertainty of what you will be presented with, how the chase will end. To know its ending spoils it like it spoils a good book and demotes it to a run ? literally ? to the climax.

And so I find her, on hands and knees, shaking from fatigue and choking breathes, fallen from some careless trip or skid. Her body, frail and incomplete, has let her down. And for that it shall pay. As I close the distance she tries to get to her feet only to find her hands and knees steadying her against the floor once again. Your body has had enough, little Robin; your wings are clipped. It will be put out of its misery soon enough.

A sentence of precise metallic clicks and rattles assure her the chase is indeed over. She stiffens for a moment and then begins to shake again with terror and acidic tears that make her gulp for breath. I make sure to aim the gun before she turns; the side of her pale face she allows me to see is dusted with brown and hatched with red, stubborn stains not even her tears can move. She looks up at me out of the corner of her eye, emotions shooting through them like bullets, subway trains; anger, helplessness, confusion, betrayal, remorse.

"Why?" she asks in the manner of a child wondering why something is not allowed rather than someone who feels betrayed by one they believed to be their keeper.

"I know only my orders. I do not know, nor care about their nature." I answer. Ever the good soldier.

She looks me up and down and nods, causing a premature tear to fall and withdraws her gaze

"Yes," she murmurs, as though allowing me to hear her thoughts rather than actually talking to me.

"you don't care. I think I begin to understand."

"You can never understand," the silence stretches making the comma loud and clear. Whether or not she reacts I can't tell; she's shaking too much.

No more holding it off. Time to terminate. Now that I have her like this I can't just put the gun back in my holster and walk away leaving her crying and confused like I did before. Orders are orders and if I don't do it this time I might well find myself in a mirror of this situation. I don't suppose it would be fair on Robin to play around with her like this, either. Yet something about this feels not quite right. Not wrong but...improper somehow. Like I'm ignoring some kind of protocol.

I reach forward and grab one of the loops she tied her hair into everyday, sure as she went to pray at that little white chapel in the park. The other has been worked loose by her constant, stuttering movement, now a tangle of hair and ribbon. I give it as smooth, irresistible pull, forcing her to face me; the ribbon unravels as though trying to escape. She looks up at me; frightened, despairing, unsure what I'm doing, but no longer caring, her face split by superficial cuts and vagrant wisps of hair into a mosaic of adult and childish features. And still she cries.

No need to drag out the moment.

With a ringing bang and less blood than I expected the bullet penetrates, making her cry out and double over in pain. I jerk her head back up in time to see her eyes, wide with shock, slowly shudder shut and then her head falls victim to gravity. Slowly her hair slips from my fingers, pulled to earth by the dead weight of her head.

I let her drop from my hand feeling...I don't know. I usually felt some satisfaction when the chase ended and I caught my prey. This time there was something else. Not regret or grief. It felt anti-climatic somehow, as though my purpose were served, as though there was nothing further I needed to do.

Anywhere.



I shrugged it off, sure it would pass and leave me in peace with my usual bitterness, and left her there; arms spread wide embracing the earth with her hair a shattered halo at her head.


CH:22-The Heavy Cost

Relena's POV:

Here I was standing face to face with the upcoming death. The Cleric who was a stranger to me now was on a point to take me down for good. I had no fear about it now nor I was afraid though inside of me, my emotions were fighting and I had tried so hard to keep them under the control.

The rummors were flying around I knew that very well that I would not be able to hide any longer. It was too dangerous and the risk was too great not just for Yuy and me, but also for Maxwell and Mary. The things could not be more difficult if I had not come here at the first place, but I could not take it back, couldn't I? There was only moving on foward and not look back at all.

Brandt's POV:

Those eyes. If anything I had seen in my life could not compare to the eyes that she had. True, they were blue, but not a kind of a blue I saw before. These were a kind of a blue I saw before. These were mesmerizing ones that would leave you speechless just by looking at them. The light in them was overwheling just to look at them. If there was a way, I would gladly have those eyes removed for good but that was not mine to do.

"I guess it is only you and me, Diplomat and it seems no one is there for you to save you now. Af if there was somone then that person would only come too late to see what has been left of once pretty face as yours."

"And why is that?" She dared to ask.

"You do forget one thing that I know what you are actually thinking and all this stories of you reading a human mind really does not shock me, nor I do believe in such state would be actually real."

"Is it that a reason that you are actually have to kill me?"

"You've been long a thorn in my side, Diplomat a thorn that should or should I say has to be removed for good."

"Then go ahead, what is it that is stopping you now?"

"Cause he would be dead if he makes a move." I froze hearing that voice and realized Marquise. What the hell is he doing here?

Relena's POV:

He was busted I c ould easly see it, but he did not need to show it. It was right there written on his face. I coud not see the presence of Marquise, but I could hear him so clearly when he spoke:

"Go home, Diplomat." It was an order and I did so not speaking anything else at all and what had happned afterwards I never knew.

Later that night as I lay down in my bed listening to the fallen rain and distant rummor of the Father's voice I lay awake unable to sleep and thinking about a heavy price I am actually about to pay with my life if I got caught. The phone beside my bed began to ring even in this late hour and without a hesitation I picked up it up. Something was not right.

"Yes?" Then it hit me like the knife going through my heart the news that I had dreaded with all my fear came up like raising storm. Maxwell was dead. I could not know how and why did this happen but it simply had and it was so sudden. There were no vitnesses or so I've been told, but I knew there would be a way to find out who didi this and who was that able to take Cleric down?

No answers came dealing with those questions and more that I had been sure to find the answers, the truth would be too far away for me to reach it. It has been days since I had no seen him at all and everthing was going on meant one thing no good at all.

Yuy's POV:

I could not face Relena not after I've just done. It was not right and she would nto forgive me for what I've done. I had killed him. My partner I knew for so many years and yet, I had placed a bullet into his head. Relena had to know, but it was not a right time and last look Maxwell gave me was to make sure that I would look after her.

Now the new replacement and new face already was there to take Maxwell's space and no time for grief was there at all. At first, I've learned this new one assigned to me would be nothing comparing to Maxwell has been. My mind swirled back at the final moments with Maxwell and my time spent with Relena. I longed to see her again and loose myself in her arms and forget but I knew when I looked down at her I would see him there. The same blue eyes and that honey-blonde hair. There was no doubt they were related and she was all him in female form in both nature and grace. Same eyes that held nothing to hide nor to show if she wanted them to be.

"Please look after her before she is gone too." His eyes spoke to me at one final time.

He might be gone now, but she was still alive and it was only a time before she was discovered as well and be dead too for to feel was indeed a heavy price to pay.

TBC...