


Mirror Image

by The Sh33p



Category: Zoids
Genre: Angst
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2002-09-30
Updated: 2002-09-30
Packaged: 2012-12-27 04:51:57
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 665
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/992561/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/140034/The-Sh33p
Summary: A look into the minds of Jamie Hameros. One shot, R&R, semi-dark, enjoy!





	Mirror Image

  
  
**Disclaimer:** I do not own Zoids.  
  
Mirror Image   
  


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Here I am again.   
  
Kneeling on the floor in the hangar bay of a base owned by one of my dad`s best friends.   
  
Scrubbing burn marks off of a Zoid.   
  
Just like I always do after battles.   
  
I wonder what he did this time?   
  
Did he dive my/our/his Raynos through another hail of missiles like before?   
  
I say "he" because of a simple reason.   
  
My name is Jamie Hameros. I have a demon who lives in my head.   
  
His name is the Wild Eagle. He is everything I am not.   
  
He is brave, I`m a coward.   
  
He has charisma, I`m a geek.   
  
He`s a ladykiller, I`m a nobody.   
  
He is everything I am not, and everything I want to be.   
  
He drives me insane. Does anyone know what it`s like to black out at mach one inside the cockpit of a Zoid and wake up four hours later, standing shakily in a bathroom staring at a mirror image of yourself, only it`s different?   
  
That`s what he does to me. Whenever stress takes over and I`m overwhelmed in combat, _he_ takes over.   
  
He is everything I am not, and everything I want to be.   
  
He drives me insane. Do any of my team mates know what it does to me when they congratulate my alter-ego for his excellent piloting without realizing it`s me? Do any of them know how depressing it is to realize you`re so useless on the battlefield that it`s driven you to have multiple personalities?   
  
Do any of them know?   
  
Does anyone know?   
  
Or am I alone?   
  
Whatever. Back to scrubbing for the team geek...   
  


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Here he is again.   
  
Kneeling on the floor in the hangar bay of a base owned by one of his dad`s best friends.   
  
Scrubbing burn marks off of a Zoid.   
  
Just like he always does after battles.   
  
He wonders what I did this time, like someone hasn`t already told him.   
  
I wonder what will happen to us one of these days.   
  
I say "us" because of a simple reason.   
  
My name is the Wild Eagle. I exist as the manifestation of bravery where it shouldn`t exist.   
  
He is Jamie Hameros. He is everything I am not.   
  
I am brave, he is a coward.   
  
I have skill, he is worthless.   
  
He has the mind of a genius, I`m only good with a gun.   
  
I am everything he is not. He is everything I hate and want to be at once.   
  
We are insane. Does anyone know what it`s like to not exist for fifteen years and then wake up in the middle of a fall from more than a mile up off the ground? Does anyone know know what it`s like to enjoy the freedom of soaring through the heavens at mach three, come back down and find yourself losing control to a weakling who fears the fact you even exist?   
  
That`s what he does to me. Whenever stress takes over and he`s overwhelmed in combat, _I_ take over.   
  
And then he throws me away like I`m nothing.   
  
We are insane. Do any of his/our/my team mates know what it does to me when they congratulate me for my brilliant planning only to learn hours later that I`m not really Jamie? Do any of them know how depressing it is to realize you`re so useless off the battlefield that it`s driven you to become entrapped within the black recesses of someone else`s mind?   
  
Do any of them know?   
  
Does anyone know?   
  
Or am I alone?   
  
Whatever. Back to lying in wait for when I`m needed again...   
  


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**Author`s Note:** Hope you enjoyed this brooding look into the psyche of one of Zoids` least used characters, not to mention my first Zoids fic. Leave a review if you would.   
  
_Sh33p_ out.  
  



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