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code_geass2008-12-15 03:04 pm
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The Last
Prompt: #1 Hero
Rating: G
Warnings: Vague spoilers for Zero Requiem (set after Turn 25)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Other Notes: Written for the 50 Scenes Community. CC muses on justice and heroism. Also, all these scenes I'm writing up will somehow be connected. I promise.
The rain drummed a rhythm into the ground, splattering into mud and puddles. Not wanting to stay out in the cold and wet any longer than necessary, the passerby hurried on past the monument. They kept to the pavement for the most part, wanting to preserve their shoes and feet from the mud of the park.
A hooded figure stood apart from the others, standing before the monument. She gazed up at it with golden eyes, taking in the majestic and heroic pose that the statue took. A masked man, brandishing a sword toward the sky. A symbol of justice, doling out judgement to the wicked. Invincible, indestructible, immortal.
Almost without realizing what she was doing, she reached out one hand toward the statue, ran her hand along the words inscribed upon the stand. Zero, Champion of Justice. A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips and she thought, absently, of summer and sunflower fields, of two children climbing up a hill.
A moment passed as she pressed her hand against the words, then with a sigh drew it back again, let it fall back into the folds of her cloak.
What is justice? she thought to herself, making her way back to the pavement and the steady stream of humanity that waited there. What is heroism? And she laughed to think such things, wondering when she started caring about the meaning of ideological words and concepts. She had thought that to humans a hero was someone good and right and strong, a champion of justice, perfect in every way.
She did not think that those two boys she remembered were such heros. They were, she decided, human, and therefore prone to the failings and weaknesses of humanity. They loved too dearly, felt too clearly, cut a swathe of blood and death and destruction in their attempts to recreate the world. Guilt, remorse, shame, determination to see it through to the end no matter the cost. And they thought they had created lasting peace with their efforts.
She shook her head, laughing under her breath, ignored the looks that passerby directed her way. Such stupid children, really, she thought. To think they could help anyone that way... Because for all their cleverness and strength and sacrifice, they had still killed millions, created massacres, ruined lives for their ideals.
No one would ever know it, though. The people believed in Zero, in promises of hope and change for the better, and only she had lived long enough to know that nothing ever lasts, that peace is indefinite and impermanent so long as humans exist. Only she knew that Zero is a lie, that beneath the cool obsidian of his mask lies no hero, no god, no champion of justice, but a man. A man looking for redemption and atonement.
Ten years after the completion of Zero Requiem, CC walked down the streets of the rebuilt city of Pendragon in the middle of a torrential rainstorm and left the country, never to return.
Rating: G
Warnings: Vague spoilers for Zero Requiem (set after Turn 25)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Other Notes: Written for the 50 Scenes Community. CC muses on justice and heroism. Also, all these scenes I'm writing up will somehow be connected. I promise.
The rain drummed a rhythm into the ground, splattering into mud and puddles. Not wanting to stay out in the cold and wet any longer than necessary, the passerby hurried on past the monument. They kept to the pavement for the most part, wanting to preserve their shoes and feet from the mud of the park.
A hooded figure stood apart from the others, standing before the monument. She gazed up at it with golden eyes, taking in the majestic and heroic pose that the statue took. A masked man, brandishing a sword toward the sky. A symbol of justice, doling out judgement to the wicked. Invincible, indestructible, immortal.
Almost without realizing what she was doing, she reached out one hand toward the statue, ran her hand along the words inscribed upon the stand. Zero, Champion of Justice. A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips and she thought, absently, of summer and sunflower fields, of two children climbing up a hill.
A moment passed as she pressed her hand against the words, then with a sigh drew it back again, let it fall back into the folds of her cloak.
What is justice? she thought to herself, making her way back to the pavement and the steady stream of humanity that waited there. What is heroism? And she laughed to think such things, wondering when she started caring about the meaning of ideological words and concepts. She had thought that to humans a hero was someone good and right and strong, a champion of justice, perfect in every way.
She did not think that those two boys she remembered were such heros. They were, she decided, human, and therefore prone to the failings and weaknesses of humanity. They loved too dearly, felt too clearly, cut a swathe of blood and death and destruction in their attempts to recreate the world. Guilt, remorse, shame, determination to see it through to the end no matter the cost. And they thought they had created lasting peace with their efforts.
She shook her head, laughing under her breath, ignored the looks that passerby directed her way. Such stupid children, really, she thought. To think they could help anyone that way... Because for all their cleverness and strength and sacrifice, they had still killed millions, created massacres, ruined lives for their ideals.
No one would ever know it, though. The people believed in Zero, in promises of hope and change for the better, and only she had lived long enough to know that nothing ever lasts, that peace is indefinite and impermanent so long as humans exist. Only she knew that Zero is a lie, that beneath the cool obsidian of his mask lies no hero, no god, no champion of justice, but a man. A man looking for redemption and atonement.
Ten years after the completion of Zero Requiem, CC walked down the streets of the rebuilt city of Pendragon in the middle of a torrential rainstorm and left the country, never to return.
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