Code Geass

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Eleicae Geass

One

POV: Zera

"All units! Number 084 has escaped! I repeat, 084 has escaped!"

Back against the cool metal wall, I wait for guards to run by. Surprisingly, wearing only a navy turtleneck and black sweats can get a person far. It's the year 2017, in the infernal 'country' of Brittannia. HA! I'm Japanese, not a power-hungry Brittannian! Sneaking behind a low-class desk of teak, the sirens blare louder, the swirling red lights the only thing making the insides of this maze visible.

My navy eyes scan the halls for an exit, my palms sweaty and trembling; the punishment for an escape attempt is death. A door with bolts, could be worth a shot. Tugging the black bun to wake up my pin-and-needle feet, I push up off the floo, my feet pounding forward, legs pulsing as blood courses through my veins and arteries. Deep, long breaths do little in the arts of helping, but I manage. The room is black, so I flip on a switch to my demise.

"Alert! Someone is in the Armory!"

"Shit," I sigh, my light and ragged voice minimal thankfuilly. "Come on Zera, get in a Knightmare!"

I have no memories of before I was ten; when the was between Japan and Brittannia started and soon ended. Area 11? It's still Japan in my heart, and other Japanese as well. These advanced Knightmares are a more colorful version of those that murdered countless Japanese. For this, I rebel against the Brittannian scum that use me as a disection lab! Putting those depressing facts aside, I flash to the nearest Knightmare and hop in, finding key and code in the war machine. I mean how stupid can they get?

I twist in the key and start it up. "ALERT! SOMEONEHAS ACTIVATED A KNIGHTMARE!"

Okay, if she knows everything, why doesn't she come and get me herself? I pull the turtleneck up to hide my mouth and the tip of my freckled nose. As my eyes water and redden with each nose exhale sent up to them, I charge the Knightmare through the one-inch thick wall. Near this area is the gray cloud of smoke and the thick scent of gunpowder. Stupidly using the cloud, I find myself in the middle of heated battle.

Blood adorns the concrete, dirt, and little amounts of asphault. Gunfire is frequent enough for my hearing to dim slightly from perfect. Knightmares clash and crash with one another. Terroists, I think. Sometimes I wonder why they aren't called heroes with what they do. A red Knightmarem stops in front of me, missing an arm.

"Hey!" a feminine voice demands. "Prepare to-"

I wriggle my mouth from the turtleneck. "Wait! I'm Japanese!"

The Knightmare sort of relaxes. "Stole a Knightmare, huh?" I make the robot nod. "Huh. Well, this battle isn't for amateurs."

A rocket soars and I counteract it with one of my own. A similar Knightmare to my purple one becomes airborne and charges for the two of us. I eject and hold out my hand. This is why.

This is why I was poked and prodded with needles. This is why I can't remember my childhood. My Geass. It isn't like the others. I've had it since birth and it's a system of black, vein-like tubes that enable me to control electricity. Scientists call it by 'Eleicae Geass'. Both I and the Knightmare plunge, only I surviving.

"Huh?" I gasp. "W-Who?"

I look up to the red Knightmare. "How did you do that?" the 'voice within' speaks (just because I was a test hamster, doesn't mean I'm a killjoy).

"It's my way of function," I sit up on the metal hand. "I'm what some would call 'Eleicae Geass'."

An explosion of a flash bang rings and all I see is white. Metal smacks against metal, sending me what feels like airborne. Shaking my dazed head to colors and reality, this is most certainly the case here. All means of sound scraching out of my through in horrid shrieks, I plummet. Cool metal catches me somewhat twenty-nine feet from the ground, my backbone being sore as it is. A black Knightmare's face looks down upon me.

"What are you doing in the middle of a battlefield?" a soft, yet kingly (sorry, emperor) voice demands.

"Easy, running," I huff, rubbing my lower spine with both thumbs.

More metal clashes with metal and I believe this to be a 'ram the Knightmare' contest. A white Knightmare crushes my torso with grip (I feel so loved). "Citizen!" a soft, soldier-like (well, that's a duh) voice 'panics'. "Run!" he commands as he sets me on the ground.

I nod and dodge a grenade thrown, stone rubble and dirt cutting into my side. With blood crawling down my leg, I duck under a slab of concrete now much like a fox's den. Dust, dirt, and gunpowder obscure the good air. Loud explosions shake the Earth it strikes. Cords with what looks like armor penatrators soar to and fro, sparks clashing, bullets flying, blood splattering, bodies dropping, smoke above all rising. This is a battlefield.

My breath turns shallow and quick, what with the lack of good oxygen. On the negative side, I'm not a health nut, just a thin, unfit seventeen-year-old born on August 15, 2000. As a fellow Japanese falls, bloodied all over, the pistol in his hand bounces once and tips over to fall flat on it's side one yard away. To be truthful, it's like a mile in the eyes of Zera or Number 084 (me). I gulp and puch my sliced palms against the pebbles and dirt to get on one knee.

"Okay, it's just three feet Zera," I whisper.

One huge inhale marks the start of my run. I slide to the weapon and snatch it, rolling behind a wall and standing straight, peeking out the corner to the white and black war machines fighting. I aim and pull the trigger to a dull click. I huff and toss it. I don't have any ammo to reload. The white kicks the black at the wall I'm hiding behind and I leap out of the way as the metal obliterates the corner.

He, the black Knightmare that is, looks around. Sadly, he catches me staring, and grabs me, crushing my already sore torso. "Suzaku!" he calls. "Surrender or the Eleven dies!"

I growl. Eleven? I spot some broken glass enloged in the metal arm and witness, with one blink, my navy orbs morph to crimson. An apparent me with me is my split personalities who also can't remember a thing before I woke up on a cold disection table. "Who are you calling a mere number," Overload, my 'red' personality, growls. "BRITTANNIAN CRAP!"

She drains the robot dry, my black electricity tubes pushing up at the skin and pulsing with 'overdrain' or process of draining too much. Unfortunately, that causes us to remain in the hand seeing it can't move. "Nice move," I spit, saliva and blood dripping out of my mouth and onto the hand.

"Oh, do you like being called a number? 084?" she snaps.

"Of course not, that's why I picked Zera!"

"Derived from 'Zero' of 084," she points out.

I shake my head. "Calm down, my eyes keep changing."

Someone exits the white robot, revealing a Brittannian soldier with light brown hair and emeral jewels for eyes. The owner of the black one kicks his way out, masked completely. "Zero!" this 'Suzaku' calls. "Let the civillian go!"

'Zero' walks down the arm and to me. "You!" he faces me. "You drained my Knightmare of it's power!"

"You're just figuring this out?" I snap breathlessly.

The red Knightmare comes, both arms now detached. "Zero!" she cries. "They're coming!"

"Damn," he mutters. He grabs a section of my hair, yanking it and making me wince. "Return the power!"

"I...can't!" I whimper.

More Knightmares arrive. "Well, well," a man laughs, "here is Zero!"

Zero bends down next to my ear, his grip tight on my hair. "Drain them."

I huff and raise my hand, draining sparks lining my right palm and electricity flowing out. They scream in shock as Zero holds my hair. I wince as the 'overdrain' pulsing appears. "O-ow..." I wince.

Once the electricity stops to flow, I let my arm drop. A man with teal-like hair kicks out of his Knightmare. "Ah, I see you have a new terroist!" he calls.

"C-can I just die?" I whisper, only Zero hearing. "I feel like...I'm going to hurl..."

He sighs and helps me out of the hand. "Unit 2," he nodss at the red Knightmare.

The red Knightmare quickly nabs me with lines and before Suzaku can react, I drain his Knightmare with difficulty, passing out right after.

Okay, okay, not the BEST, but review, tell me what'cha think, and read some other of my stories please. Also watch Code Geass, it is AWSOME!