Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character in Gundam 00, but I do own my OC(s) and this fanfic's plot.

A/N: You can find out more about the mystery of my OC revealed on the later chapter. And you may skip this chapter. Enjoy reading!

The Missing Piece of Me

Mission 0

==||Prologue||==

A small girl ran joyfully across an emerald-green-grassed field. Nine years old, she could not be older. Her parents greeted her as soon as she stepped into the house, clothes dirty and disheveled. Grinning, she jumped to her seat around the rectangle wood dining table, ready for her lunch. Her parents laughed and joined her, her mother serving the food. The mother cleaned her daughter's mud-covered face with a damp cloth before starting their lunch. They had a chat and when they finished, the small girl dashed out of the house to meet her friends, biding her parents a quick good-bye. Her friends had been waiting for her, waving their hands upon her arrival. The girl grinned back and rushed towards them.

Five years ago, she moved from her hometown with her parents. Living happily and peacefully with her parents, she could wish for no more. Her parents were kind and loving, and they always wanted the best for their one and only beloved daughter. They lived far from the city, together with some other immigrants from different countries. Despite their differences due to the old culture back in their country, they somehow managed to live together. The small isolated village was filled with joy and serenity, and the people could not help but to feel contented with their lives.

However, one incident turned everything upside-down.

The nine-year-old girl went back to her home when twilight approached the day. A contented smile on her face after all the activities she did: playing in the shallow clean cool river, trying to catch fishes, and spraying water to one another. Her bedraggled clothes clung to her small body. The evening breeze was a bit too chilly that day, and so she silently hoped she would not catch a cold. The sun was almost fully setting down, she noticed. Wishing not to get scolded by her parents for coming back too late, she dashed down the hill, to her home.

Opening the door with a loud bang, she got a light scolding from her father, who was in the living room reading book, relaxing after his work. She giggled and said a 'sorry' quickly and carelessly. From the kitchen, her mother appeared and bent down, giving her a gentle kiss on both cheeks. As always, her mother lifted her up and questioned her of her day. The small girl told her mother almost every-minute details excitedly, her smile never faltered and an occasional giggle could be heard. Her mother shushed her and chuckled, amazed at her enthusiasm. They entered a room with a door decorated with beautifully engraved hanging panel with one word craved on it, 'Anna'.

Anna's mother bent down and set her daughter down, to which the girl immediately dashed to her bed and jumped to and on it. The older woman smiled and shook her head, taking some changing clothes from the wardrobe. Anna waited for her mother to approach her place and helped her changing her soaked clothes into a dry one. Afterwards, her mother sat down next to her as she went on rambling with her stories. Her mother would chuckle or laugh when she started to jump on her bed or flailing her hands in the air to dramatize the story.

In the middle of the story-telling, they heard a loud noise coming from downstairs. Instinctively, Anna jumped to her mother's lap and hugged her around her stomach tightly, trembling slightly. Blinking and frowning in confusion, the blonde-haired girl looked up to her mother. Her mother wrapped her arms around her daughter protectively, soothing her with comforting pats on the head. Her father's footsteps could be heard and followed by hurried knocks on the door. Not waiting for a reply, he slammed it open hastily and rather angrily. The head of the family approached them and whispered to his wife, causing her to be wide-eyed. The child looked back and forth between her parents, uncertainty filled her mind.

Without a warning, her mother let go of her and stood up, closing herself to the dark-blue haired man. The parents discussed something with such a low voice that she could not hear them, occasionally they would glance at her. Her mother stared at her child and then to her husband with sadness and fear, to which the man nodded somberly. Anna questioned them, what was going on. They did not reply, instead, her mother walked to her and hug her, kissing her forehead tenderly, tears brimming in her eyes. She again asked, more demanding this time. Her father mimicked his wife's previous action, and added an additional pat on her head, telling her to live on. With a quick bid of 'good bye' and 'I love you', they scurried out of the room, leaving the poor confused child alone.

She pouted and sat cross-legged on her bed, crossing her arms in annoyance. Why would her parents suddenly become so secretive? They had always told her what was on their mind, she was now angered. Lying on her stomach, she buried her face into her pillow. It was strange, though, especially all of those turmoil which happened just very recently. Even with her curiosity of the recent occurrence, she could not hold her eyes opened a little longer. Exhaustion took over and she closed her eyes, falling into a deep slumber and dead to the world.

Several hours later, a big explosion and tremor caused her to jolt awake from her deep sleep. Blinking furiously, she glanced outside her window, hearing many panic voices and screams. In a matter of seconds, she had jumped from her bed and opened her room's door, no longer remembering her father's command. Half of her house had been devastated and she rushed to search for a safe place, frightened. Putting on her shoes, she gulped before advancing towards the front door. She could not stay in a now-not-safe house of her. A loud gasp escaped her lips as a sickening and horrifying scene lay in front of her very eyes.

Blood, burnt trees, dead bodies, firearms' blast, and devastated houses were very much visible in her eyes. She almost hyperventilated due to the intense fear, her hands covered her mouth. Tears threatened to drop from her eyes as she saw a small bloodied body of a kid younger than her lying motionlessly on the ground near her home, covered with dusts, with a missing left arm. Turning around, she vomited on a ground next to her, body shaking with dread. Her fright was quickly replaced with worry when she remembered her parents. If they were not there, then where were they? Their bodies were not there, she comforted herself. They were still alive.

Praying quietly, she dashed across the battlefield, ignoring everything around her with effort. The smell and sight of blood and corpses almost made her collapsed, but the determination to find her parents kept her moving. Running as fast as she could, she hoped sincerely and strongly that her parents survived. Her run gradually had to come to a halt, she was exhausted. Putting her hands on her knees, she breathed heavily with sweats running down her temple – both from the running and the fear. Her teeth chattered, her palms sweaty, and her eyes watery.

"Mum, Dad, be safe…" She whispered to herself.

She scurried and scanned the area with a quick movement of her eyes. Spotting two somehow-familiar bodies, she came to a sudden stop. Shaking her head in disbelief, she felt tears made their way down her cheeks, to her jaw, and to the bloodied ground. Her fists were clenched tightly, her throat suddenly felt dry as a lump raised to her throat. Her world seemed to stand still, and she was unable to move for minutes, before she finally regained her voice to scream. Shouting at the top of her lungs, she advanced toward the dead bodies. When she was close enough to them, she started to shake and sobbed uncontrollably. The bodies were indeed her parents.

Her head was on her mother's unmoving chest while she sobbed, begging for them to come back to live. Her father had his arm on top her mother, while the other hand held a gun loosely. Her mother's hand was limp on her sides; a bullet had pierced through her heart, leading to an instant death. Her father's eyes were opened, but there was no sign of life inside them. Anna wished she was having a nightmare, the next morning she would wake up discovering her parents alive and well. She knew it was pointless; that was the reality, they were gone…forever.

Although she was weeping, she jerked her head up when she heard steps coming toward her place. Panicking, she searched for somewhere to hide, something to defend herself. She would not die, not in that place, not at that time. Her father had told her to live on; she would follow that last advice of him. Refusing to die pointlessly, she grabbed the gun from her deceased father's hand and pointed it randomly to where the sound was produced. A man suddenly appeared from behind the boulder, the mouth of his riffle facing her. She was trembling visibly, but did not lower her gun.

More men appeared from behind the first soldier and strode towards her. Aghast, she wanted to scream, but one of the men had grabbed her and covered her mouth with his glove-covered hand. Another snatched the gun from her hand and put it on his empty holster. Anna grasped the arm of the man who was holding and covering her mouth, but her grasps were too weak. Two men knelt down next to her parents' corpse, causing her to struggle even more. They whispered something among themselves and gazed at her, wicked smiles plastered on their face. Positively scared, tears streamed down her cheeks as the men advanced towards her. The man took out a syringe and injected an unknown liquid into her vein.

The drugs found its track and did its job fast, spreading into her system, and soon she fell into unconsciousness.

"Are you sure she's the one?"

"Yes, Sir, we found her near his body. We have done the DNA test too, it's a match."

An evil laugh echoed in her ears. "Good, Professor Sandberg can be dead, but his daughter can provide us something."

She opened her blue eyes slowly, everything was a blur. Trying to move her arms, but failed. She noticed her legs and arms were locked to a table by leather belts. A groan escaped her mouth, catching the men attention. Her vision cleared up slowly and she was met with a face of a wicked-looking man. He grinned viciously to her and touched her cheek with his cold hand. His evil smile caused her to tremble as fear conquered her mind once again. Laughing at her horror, he pulled back his hand slowly.

"So, girl, do you know where you are?" He asked with a smirk.

Anna scanned the room. It was dim and humid, narrow with black-painted wall, and on top of all, grotesque. The tools and equipments around her were alien to her. Considering the apparatus around her and the smell of disinfectant, she considered the room was either a hospital – most likely were not, a hospital would not lock its patient, unless they were insane. She did not know whether they thought she was insane – or a laboratory. More likely a laboratory, she concluded in her mind. Despite her observation, her mind was still clouded and so she shook her head as an answer.

The bespectacled bulky man nodded. "Oh? So you don't know. Then let me tell you. It's your new 'home'."

She croaked a question, half-dazed. "Why should I consider this as my home?"

"Because," He grinned in satisfaction, raising a syringe, "You are going to stay here, forever."

With that he injected something into her blood stream. At first, she felt nothing but a small speck of pain in her arm, but then a sudden flow of pain entered her body. She screamed in agony and thrashed in the table, wounding her bonded arms and legs, and arched her back. Her heart pounded so loudly that she could hear it so clearly in her own ears. The throbs in her head were killing her and the stabbing pain throughout her whole body was not helping either. The pain was almost unbearable to her, but she managed to withstand it…somehow. After minutes, which felt like days, the pain slowly faded and she fell back into the table, motionless. Her vision was slowly obscured by fog, and she felt an atrocious voice whispered near to her ear.

"Hope you can survive this, girl. Or shall I call you "Number 27" now?"

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