Chapter #3The Decline of C.C. by: chaos   Some men hunger for revenge, never satisfying their appetites no matter how much carnage they bring about. For a certain with, all she hungered for was a release to the pointless existence she had found herself living, that and pizza; lots of warm, gooey pizza.
“Mmmmmm, next time no anchovies,” muttered the centuries old C.C. as she took a bite out of her pizza. C.C. was someone that stood out in a crowd with her long, lime green hair, strange tattoo in the middle of her head and cold attitude, but right now as she sat in Lulouch’s room enjoying a pizza, she looked like any normal bored young girl. She was waiting for Lelouch to come back from a mission with his Black Knights. He had taken them to steal some advanced Britannian technology that was being shipped over to Area 11 to help fight off the rebellion. Knowing that they could use whatever their enemies had created, he’d gone to get it first. Honestly though, C.C. hadn’t been listening very closely. As long as she got what she wanted in the end, she didn’t care what her Lulu got up to. All that mattered was him following his end of the deal.
“I wonder if there is anything on,” C.C. yawned as she flipped on the television. A shot of a large aircraft hanger filled the screen and C.C. started paying attention. She hadn’t been listening to Lulouch talk about the mission, but she clearly remembered seeing a picture of the aircraft hanger during his debrief. Curious about what Lulu had gotten up to now, she turned up the volume and listened as a reporter spoke about the incident.
“…While the Britannian military refuses to comment, it is clear that whatever weapon they were carrying was used against them. I must warn our audience, what you will be seeing might shock you.”
C.C severely doubted anything the reporter was going to show her was going to shock her in any way. After living longer then anyone alive, there was nothing C.C. could imagine that could shock her. When the reporter lifted up her hand and showed the camera what she was carrying, C.C. thought the reporter was showing a model of a Knightmare Frame. Then C.C. noticed something tiny crawling out of the model and she nearly dropped her pizza in surprise. It wasn’t a model the reporter was holding, but a real shrunken Knightmare Frame with a real shrunken person. C.C. felt the sudden urge to laugh as she found herself wrong for the first time in a long while. She had been shocked.
“Nothing has been confirmed, but it is known that an entire fleet of Knightmare Frames are missing. It is believed that the Area 11 rebellion led by the terrorist outlaw Zero is to be blamed. If anyone has any information about Zero please contact…”
C.C. shut off the television, no longer needing to hear anything more. If Lelouch was responsible for shrinking that Knightmare Frame and it’s pilot and was also responsible for an entire fleet disappearing then things were about to get very interesting. If Lelouch and his rebellion gained control of something that could shrink objects and people, Britannia was doomed. That kind of power was unheard of, even for the power of the kings couldn’t shrink armies. Lelouch had his rebellion in the bag if he had control of whatever let him shrink things. Soon it seemed, his mission would be over and he could complete his contract to her, giving her the eternal rest she had desired for so long.
“Soon,” C.C. said as she laid back on Lelouch’s bed and closed her eyes. She was resting before Lelouch returned because she had a strange feeling that things were going to move very quickly once he returned. She’d have to remain cool, no need for him to know how excited she was. She had an image to maintain as a cold, heartless witch, couldn’t let that slip away just because she was excited. She had just gotten down her bored, emotionless expression when she heard the door opening. She turned her head to the side, not bothering to sit up or hide the empty pizza boxes littered around the room.
“You’re home early,” she wearily spoke and opened her eyes. Instead of seeing the annoyed, grumpy face of her personal knight, she saw the barrel of a silver gun pointed at her face. More surprised then frightened, she closed her eyes again and waited to get shot in the face. She really hated getting shot in the face.
There was no bang from a gun, but rather a swooshing sound like the one a camera makes. C.C. felt funny for a second, it wasn’t the pain of dying she felt, but a tingling that ran right down her body. Opening her eyes again, she sat up suddenly and three things became very obvious. One, she wasn’t hurt, two, she was naked and three, why did everything feel so much better. She stared in front of her, mouth hanging open as she saw her clothes spread out in front of her on the bed now bigger then a football field.
Standing up on unsteady feet, C.C. looked wildly around her, unable to fully comprehend what she saw. The small bedroom she had been in was no more, but a room big enough to fill a whole city surrounded her. Her eyes turned to what were once furniture, but were now enormous structures. C.C. breathed hard as she looked cat the world through the eyes of a bug, her brain unable to make sense of anything. She looked at the pizza she had once been eating and nearly fainted. A slice of pepperoni was now big enough for her to wrap herself in. You’d think seeing her favorite food jumbo sized would make the pizza gobbling girl happy, but it only made her feel sick. She had been shrunken and was now rendered helpless.
“Look at how the mighty have fallen.”
An unforgiving voice boomed above C.C.’s head and she pushed her head far back to see who it was. She trembled as she looked seemingly hundreds of feet up, looking up into the face of the person responsible for her sudden decrease in stature. It was when she recognized the colossal that she truly became afraid.
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