A Witch and a White Doll

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Debris filled the empty void of space. Cargo and warship alike floated aimlessly through the cold vacuum of space. In the distance, light. Flashes of it pierced the dark Veil, something was happening, something that would make the debris field larger.

We can't hit it!!

Captain, what do we do??

The Captain is dead, all hands abandon sh-

Vain, those last few words. Vain as it fell to deaf ears as the warship blew. A piercing red light sliced a hole through its main engine. The flames climbed their way to the bridge as the body's popped like balloons.

The Alicante is gone, sir!

It's just one mobile suit... just one...BRING IT DOWN NOW!! -

White. A white machine tore through the convoy as if it had done it before, second nature at the least. Red, its eyes showed no intent of stopping, of mercy, of forgiveness. The remaining warships fired what they could to give the cargo ships a chance to run.

???: Forgive me, father. forgive me, mother...

Pilot. They fought, but for what? Not even they knew. Strange, in the past they hade goals and visions and ambitions as well. That light that was in their soul had died. Now the only light they have is the one from their rifle. Aim and fire aim and fire, dodge and block dodge and block. It had become blended, second nature.

That-that thing, do you think it's a gund-

It can't be, they were all banned, and if it was, it would have been taken out by our antidote systems... just, what is it -

LOOK OUT!!!

Thrown. A beam saber pierced the bridge from head on, vaporizing any flesh that was present. It stayed there until the White mobile suit ripped it out of the ship and made a large gash on the aft of the ship, causing an explosion. 2 warships left, a poor choice not bringing any mobile suits of their own. No matter if they did or did not, the outcome would be the same

???: Forgive me, I broke our promise again, forgive me.

A promise. Broken, the minds of the crew's belonging to all the ships. Death knocks and waits. Death knocks and collects. Long has it been since Death collected. The advancements of medicine and technology had made Death wait to collect. Now it collects freely.

Oh God, oh God... Lord I repent my sin, please God! Don't let me die. I don't want to die!!

Prayer. The last warship was removed from the convoy with a spectacular implosion, almost looking like a star. Leaving only the cargo ships left. The crew's for the cargo ships watched through the port hatches and cameras as their last hope became a star and as quickly as the birth of a star came, it died.

???: Rest and don't come back, your souls are free from this place. Run and don't turn back.

Unmoving. The white suit stopped. It was as if time froze. The white suit stopped. It gazed at its destruction, whether in awe or disgust, it gazed. The white suit stopped. The pilot was still, thinking about the past and the present but not the future, thinking of the future only brought worry and fear. The white suit moved. To the horror of the crew's the white suit moved, it looked at them, all 12 ships.

???: Forgive me father, forgive me mother.

Moving. The mobile suits arms raised to its head, its legs crossing over as if it's about to get crucified. Wings, Wings of a butterfly sprouted from its back. Wings! Not of an angel. Wings! Not of a Demon, but Wings of butterfly. Gently the white suit moved towards the ships, its arms by its side, legs one in front of the other. It passed over the ships, waves of relief swept over the crew's as the Wings passed through the ship. They started chanting. It was not a white suit, but a White Doll. A Doll that brought peace to their minds and soul. As the Wings passed through the ships, moments later they were destroyed, turned to dust by the power of the moonlit butterfly. Shortly after the Wings disappeared.

???: "Remember, killing is only done if all other options are out, a life is important, but don't think think that all lives are the same. Some are weeds that must be plucked, that is what me and your mother do. Promise me that you won't follow down our path, live your own, be your own. Killing is for the low and you are not low...promise me." That is what you said to me father, I am so sorry...please forgive me...I beg you...please...

Alone. Both pilot and machine were alone. Void is what filled the space around them, no one to talk to, no one to see, no one to hold, no one to kill. The pilot made a promise to their parents not to follow in their footsteps and kill. To not be low like them. To live their own life and be different from them. All for it to fail, all because of certain girl they meet on mercury. "If you run gain one. If you move forward you gain two." Those words hurt. Running is all they did till they meet the girl. Change was not easy, no it was not. The mind of the pilot was broken, gone and lost, but still together somehow. Question was how long could a broken mind last.

???: Tell me, what should I do now 'A' where should we go next to reach our goal of following her. Tell me and I'll go. Tell me and I'll lead the way.

The two continued to float in the murky black. Thinking of next steps. Minutes had past till a decision was made, another job. More killing had to be done in order to gain the funds for a uniform and bribe. School was were the girl said she was going and so school was where they would follow.

The White Doll was a beacon against the dark backdrop as it flew through space. It's eyes red as it lets Death be it's guide.