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The Nightmare and How it Ends~

"Major! "Michael screamed, one Raptor launched its self at her, she slid away easly and took off, shooting, running, shooting. Her heart beating fast. Michael started the battle off with a boom, one explosive shell shot at a dense group of the enemy line. They didn't stand a chance. Michael was up to his Zoid's neck in Raptors when he heard the metalic whine of von Strauss' Zoid at it was thrown off into the hard rock. A Tyranus Zoid had made it;s arrival, it pelted von Strauss' Zoid till it was crippled, then shot grapples into it's beaten sides. It started to drag her away. von Strauss' image poped up on Michael's visor, bloody, scared, screaming for him, crying his name, begging for him to save her. But he couldn't. There were to many enemys holding him back, he blasted so many of them at such a close range, injuring his own zoid. When he finaly got room to fun, he was tackled a few feet from the Tyranus and von Strauss. He never saw her again. A week later they had found her mauled Zoid in a remot part of Hungry, no pilot. Three weeks after that they learned von Strauss had been beaten to death, and her body abused and left out for the Vultures and what ever animal that was still alive in the European desert. Michael had gone out of his way, out of line, broke military code, and found her body, gave her a proper burrial, and never forgave him self for what happened. Her smile, her gently hug, soft blond hair, redy-to-go spirit. His heart, was never the same. His brain refused to let go, he would never again ride into battle, never again claim victory, never again Love someone like he loved von Strauss. For him, he was better off dead with her. But she had told him, "If I die, live on for me ok?"

And there he layed in his office, as his heart failed him, his health had gotten so bad since von Strauss was made prisoner, he had not eaten in days, or ate very little. He hardly drank anything, never left his office, never got fresh air. Never took care of him self. His heart couldn't take it, nor could his liver, or lungs. "I miss you..."He said quietly, his body....died. His lungs stopped prosessing air, heart stopped pumping blood. His body, alredy cold, grew colder with his death. In the morning, Lieutenant Chet would be alone.

~The End~