Angel of Death: Reborn with a Vengance

Chapter 1

I hated skirts; they let too much show, yet not enough. I just transferred to a private school, and was quite disturbed; we all lived at the school. Yes, we had our own rooms, but I still hated the skirt. I put my hair up into two french braids and went outside. The sun was quite hot today, and that made the wool very itchy. As I passed the fountain, I saw my reflection in the water. My long blonde hair was already curling in my pigtail french braids, and my emerald green eyes shone in the reflection of the sun off the water. My milk white skin had begun to turn a golden brown, thus making my hair and eyes stand out more. I sighed and scratched my arm, the wool was right on my skin, and it was aggravating. I looked at my reflection once again, to see if anything was wrong with nifoniform and gave a disgusted look. My body made the perfect hourglass, and it made me feel like an old china doll. I walked towards the school and wiped my reflection from my mind.
Like any new student, I had to wait in the front of the class. I stand, not forgetting what my sisters told me, long ago, and I stood staring at my feet. The shoes were the only nice things about the uniform. They felt like high-heeled slippers, and I have always loved slippers. The teacher calmed the students down and introduced me, “This is Katrina Carter. She just moved here from the colonies, so, I need someone to show her around.” Nobody raised their hands, I really did not care, but the teacher did. I was about to say it didn’t matter, when a boy said, “I’ll do it.” I looked to where the voice came from, and saw a boy with long brown hair, tied in a braid.
At lunch, I sat with my escort and another boy. None of us spoke until I said, “You didn’t have to do this you know. I already know my way around town pretty good, and I know what to look out for.” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, “It’s always better to be around people who know this place well, especially if you’re new here.” I rolled my eyes and began fiddling in my bag. I dug past the clothes and weapons that my sister gave me before I found the book. It was a journal, kept by my family, and it was always passed down to the one who travelled. Since I was destined to be a traveller, as dictated at my birth, it was given to me when I left to come to earth. It was quite confusing, if you did not understand the change of languages, and the history behind the tale. We started as a simple family on earth, before all of these great wars and before the colonies. After a few generations, we ended on the moon, and for some reason, the next few pages were ripped out. It then started as talk of the colonies had begun, and our family was back on earth. Then, however, it told about the journey we had going to the colonies, and now, the book was in my hands, to tell of how we came back to earth, in this time of crisis. All I had written was the flight down, and the little bit of what I had seen so far. I had put in many pictures, due to my lack of verbal imagination, and thought that it described my way of telling stories better. The other boy was staring at my book, and just as he was about to ask a question, I said, “What are your names? You got mine from the teacher, but I still don’t know yours.” The silent boy turned away, and the talkative one said, “I’m Duo Maxwell, and this quiet one is Heero Yuy.” Heero looked at me with cold eyes, I have to be careful around that one, I thought.
After school, there was a track meet, and I had asked the coach if I could do a test run. I told him that I used to race for the colonies, and was considered a tri-athlete. I just arrived at the track in my old track outfit, and began my sprinting warm-up. I noticed that Duo and Heero were also apart of the track team, and I wondered what their event was. Since it was a co-ed race, the boys and girls were alternated on the line. Lucky me, I was put between Heero and Duo. As I prepared mentally for my sprint, my pendant fell out of my shirt. I gave it a little kiss and whispered, “Sisters, please give me strength and speed to accomplish this task.” I then stuffed it in my shirt, and awaited the firing of the gun. I had always been good at 100m wind sprints, but when the gun went off, I was confused as soon as I passed the line. I walked around a bit, and I heard a girl shriek, “6.97 seconds! She ran it in 6.97 seconds!” I was given a glass of juice and the coach said, “Welcome aboard! You’re going to be our assertive gold medalist in the 100m run.” I shrugged and replied, “I was always good at running. My sisters and I would run hikes up hills whenever we visited my family here on earth. I was also the champion at my old school since high school.” I walked over to the nearby bench and put my jacket back on, as to not catch a chill, we continued practice. Through out the entire practice the number 6.97 ran through my mind. On the colonies, I ran fast, but how could I run faster on earth? I shaved off almost a full second from my previous time, and I not not as tired as I had initially thought. We finished the track meet an hour later than planned and as I was going towards my dorm, for a nice relaxing shower, I saw an explosion.
My neighbouring dorm was now on fire. How did that happen? The thought ran through my mind. I saw someone stuck in a room; she was panicking because of the flames and smoke. She refused to jump out the window, because she couldn’t see the ground. I dropped my bag at someone’s feet and said, “I’ll be right down with her.” I did not realize that I just told that to a teacher, and when I got into her room, she coulrelyrely breathe. I ripped the bed sheet, and tied a loose bandit mask around her face. “This should keep most of the smoke out.” I told her, as she passed out in my arms. I found some stiff clothes and used them to tie her around my waist and neck. I turned to go out the door, when a beam of fire obscured my exit. I was running out of options, so I leaped out the window. Since I couldn’t so a proper combat roll, I landed awkwardly on my left leg. I heard the snap but at least the girl was safe, and I knew it would eventually heal; too bad for the track team. I removed her from my back and laid her down. I had just removed the cloth from her mouth when she woke up and smiled. The teacher that I had left my bag with came over and asked if she was ok, I replied, “She’s just suffering from smoke inhalation. Give her some time and she will be fine.” I left her in his care, took my bag and went to my roo I h I had just finished splinting my leg, when someone knocked on my door. I let out a sigh, wrapped my bathrobe tighter around me and told the person to enter; it was Duo and Heero. “How did you know she was in that room?” I was surprised to hear Heero speak. Not only did his eyes look cold, but also the tone of his voice seemed to be as sharp as a butcher’s knifeshrushrugged and replied, “I saw her as I got closer to the building. She didn’t seem to want to hide all that much, considering her situation. Please excuse me while I change.” They had come just after I had finished my shower and I was still in a towel. I went behind my privacy curtain and put on a pair of denims and a nice blue-flamed shirt. I got out only finding that a police officer had just entered the room. He asked me simple questions about how I got the girl out and simple things like that. He was amazed at my knowledge of knots and their functions, and told him that my father used to be military. A white lie did not hurt every now and then. He left the room, and Duo asked, unexpectedly, “You have military background?” I gave a sly smile and said, “If I do, I do; if I don’t, I don’t.” My answer seemed to confuse both of them, so Heero asked, “Which colony are you from?” I turned to him, keeping by broken leg up, and replied, “The rest of my family lives next to the Lunar Base. It’s a nice view from up there, too bad they shut down the attractions.” After a few minutes of awkward silence, they said goodbye and left. I was about to start a new military search, when an alarm went off. I looked out the window and saw several mobile suits coming towards my dorm. I unplugged my laptop, grabbed my bag and headed for the door. I saw Heero and Duo in the hall, I w I went the other way. I wasn’t going to expose my “package” to them, not after hiding it so well. I released the change and within seconds, I was The Angel of Death. My blonde hair and emerald eyes were now pitch black. I had black wings, a black tail and ears that looked like horns. My denim pants became black leather bellbottoms and my blue-flamed shirt became a black shirt with a black trench coat over top. I flew out into the open and began my attack on the suits, to protect the school. I pulled out a sword and slashed trough the first suit, killing its pilot immediately. I had removed two more suits, before they realized who I was. They began a new pattern, but I would not be caught that easily. I had just missed another attack, when I saw a reflection in the armour of the mobile suit. I just dodged a fatal blast from laser cannon and hid in the trees. Two new suits had appeared and they were finishing my work for me. I looked towards the river, and saw a carrier moving away. I smiled and ran towards it, through the trees. As I reached the last one, I leaped into the air and soared onto the platform. I landed on my broken leg, and silently stumbled. The two mobile suits had landed just before I had arrived on the deck, and I was surprised to see Heero and Duergeerge from the suits. I then quickly realized that they could have been spies all along for OZ, so I still had to be careful. I was just leaving when a man in a Hawaiian shirt yelled, “Hey! What are you doing there?” I waved and leaped into the air. Since the wind was in my favour, he could not see my face. I swooped down, just missing another net, and flew back into the trees. Once I was deep enough, I changed back into my normal form, but my leg was throbbing in pain. I hobbled over to my dorm with my computer and my backpack, when I saw the school on flames. As I watched the school burning, a repressed memory came to mind. I saw my old village burning and all the people around me wdeaddead. I collapsed to the ground shaking, and I saw Duo and Heero gasp at the school, through the corner of my eye. I was in shock, my leg was injured, and now my place of refuge was destroyed.
I stared at the school and one name came to mind, Col. Treize. He had done thing like this before, and I remembered how I was forced to take part in these missions, even when I knew it wronwrong. I dug my fingers into the dirt, and stopped myself from screaming. Heero and Duo looked in my direction and were surprised to see me get up under my own strength; however, they were even more surprised when I started to run. I was out of control, and noticed that one of the pilots of OZ’s military suits was still alive. I pulled him out and I racked him for info. He told me that they were given tips by an anonymous source that the Angel of Death was located here. I slit the man’s throat with a jackknife, hobbled over to the burning wreckage of the school, and saw the girl I had saved earlier. I checked her pulse, and she seemed to be fine. I had just picked her up, and was heading for the gates when several cars pulled up. Several men and a boy with blonde hair came running towards me. Not that far behind them was another boy whose brown hair covered his face, so that his eyes were hidden. They took the girl from me, and asked me what had happened. I was about to answer, when the shock reached my brain. I remember saying, “They attack … and … killed …” Before passing out and falling into someone’s outstretched arms.

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