OK minna, I'm gonna go through the warning's once more before you read!!!!
*pulls out a clipboard*
There's rape(lime & orange form)
Abuse
Suicide & Murder
Angst
Darkness..A LOT of it
Oh, and one last thing...
*glomps Crazy Lady* PLEASE DON'T HURT ME BECAUSE OF THIS FIC!!!!
Relena and Heero:Omae o korosu!

(Disclaimer~I don't own GW...thank God I don't too...)

~Man 's inhumanity to man
and worse still, to child~
-theme for zombie

Zombie
Song By-The Cranberries
Fic By-The Goddess Of Death

Relena screamed in horror as her father's head sagged, the bullet through his head automatically killing him.
"Daddy!" she screamed, as Mr. Dorlian tugged her along with him.
"Shut up girl!" he whispered harshly, walking over to the captain of the army.
"Ah, Mr. Dorlian,"the man nodded, ignoring the sobbing girl,"Thankyou for the information. Here is your money."
The man handed Mr. Dorlian a large wad of bills. Dorlian took it, looking back at the destroyed country he had betrayed, before yanking the young blonde into a limo.
"Why did you take the money?" she asked, dirt covering her tear stained face.
"Don't make me tell you again girl, shut up! Feel lucky I let you live," something flickered in his eyes," though compensation is required."
The girl was silent then, her little mind confused about what he meant. The violence played in her head repeatedly, traumatizing her with all the gore.

(Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence)

The man pulled his pants on, sighing.
The girl remained curled up into a ball, sobbing in pain.
"This is your fault. Not mine. Your family caused this. Now be a good girl and clean yourself," Mr. Dorlian said, and a naked, bleeding Relena crawled out of the bed and into the bathroom.
Dorlian smiled.
"Good Girl."
Relena turned on the shower, feeling broken. Her innocence had been stolen from her, yet she was only six.
It wasn't her fault....it wasn't her family's fault....was it?
The violence she had seen a week ago came back to mind, the killing, the weapons, all in a blurry haze that made her sick.
She ran over to the toilet and threw up, panting.
Her fault...her family's fault....
Everything went on in her head as she got into the shower.

(Who are we mistaken
May You see it's not me,
It's not my family
In your head, in your
Head they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns)

Her head refused to let the bloodstained images leave her mind.
She saw her mother crying as she was dragged away by some snickering soldiers, their plans obvious.
Her father yelled at them and tried to chase them, but a shot rang out and his head fell as his body sagged to the ground.
She felt like a zombie, dead, yet walking.
She felt trapped in her head, in the images playing over and over.

(In your head,
In your head they are cryin'
In your head, in your head
Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie)

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Mrs. Dorlian sat in the dining room, shaking.
Her heart couldn't take much more of the abuse. The physical, the emotional.
"There you are," she froze as she heard him.
"P-Please stop this...don't hurt her...she didn't do anything," Mrs. Dorlian said, thinking of the girl she thought of as her daughter,"Stop this violence.."
She stopped when China crashed onto the floor. A hand connected to her face and she fell from her chair.
"Woman! I didn't marry you so you could tell me what to do! I'll do what I damn well please! Now be gone from here you little bitch."
She slowly got up, a large welt on her face.
Mr. Dorlian's cell phone rang, and he clicked the talk button.
"Hello!" he said cheerfully,"What can I do for you?"
Mrs. Dorlian silently left the room, deciding to fix dinner.

(Another mother's breakin'
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme since 1916)

Relena was in the kitchen, smiling as a girl with light brown hair ran out, waving.
When the girl was gone, Relena sighed, and the light from her face left.
"Hello mother," she said to Mrs. Dorlian emotionlessly. The woman hugged her.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry Relena..."she whispered, everything that had happened in the last month going through her head.
She remembered seeing the bombs and tanks and soldiers on the television. She then saw Mr. Dorlian being interviewed. He had a sad face on.
"It's horrible they had to die..an amazing family...I feel like part of me has died with them."
She shook her head, tightening her arms around the girl.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Relena?"
"Don't be scared, I deserve this. It's my fault this all happened."
Mrs. Dorlian looked down at the girl shocked.
"NO! It's NOT your fault! Don't think that Relena!"
The girl nodded, eyes downcast.

(In your head,
In your head they're still fightin'
With their tanks, and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head
they are dying)

Relena knew it was her fault. Father had told her so...and he says daddy knows best.
Mr.Dorlian walked in, and the two females separated.
"Relena...come.."he ordered, and she obeyed. Mrs. Dorlian's breath stopped, and she watched in horror as Mr. Dorlian led an obedient Relena to his bedroom.
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11 Years Later

"Say goodbye," he said to her, and she smiled. Death, her friend. She welcomed it.
Heero blinked in surprise. She smiled....
His gun slowly fell, and she frowned.
"Heero..."
The Japanese boy turned around with his hands in his pockets. He suddenly heard a gunshot, and turned around sharply.
"No..." he looked, shocked, at Relena. She had shot herself in the chest, and fell to the ground with a heavy thump.
"RELENA!" the boy yelled, running over to her. She smiled at him.
"Finally..." she whispered. Heero was trying to stop the bleeding with little luck.
"Relena! Stay with me!"
She shook her head, blood dripping from her mouth.
"Forget me Heero...I'm nothing but a zombie....I can walk, and speak, but I'm dead. I thought, just maybe...you could help me...but,"she took his hand,"I don't deserve you. Goodbye Heero, don't fight anymore...there's no need to...you can't protect me from this...I want this...."
She smiled again, and he hugged her.
"No...Relena...I will help you....don't die...please....I love you..."
"I already am dead Heero...though I will always love you..." she whispered. She then closed her eyes, and took her last breath. A smile was still on her lifeless face.
Heero shook her, denying everything that had just happened.
"Relena...stop it...wake up...don't do this...it isn't funny....RELENA!"
His head hung in defeat. Heero bent down and kissed her cold lips softly. He pulled away, slowly picked up the gun, and held it to his head.
"Ai shiteru Relena....kore kara zutto isumademo."
Another shot rang out, and his body slumped on top of hers.
A shadow smirked in satisfactory.
"Good girl," it said, before disappearing to the depths of hell where it had come from.

(In your head, in your head
Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie)


OWARI~