Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Alone ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Kalobuko 
RxH, HxR and all that. Sappy, yes, but it was meant to take on a darker, deeper side of life.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 513 | Status: Completed
RxH, HxR and all that. Sappy, yes, but it was meant to take on a darker, deeper side of life.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.31.2001 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 513 | Status: Completed
ÒAloneÓ
How long have I been here? My eyes are sore and my body complains as I try to stand up. ThereÕs cold all around me, hard and solid against my skin. Feeling as if IÕve been stripped of personal warmth, all I can do is curl up against the barely protective sheath of a dress I have on. Crusty trails of dried, brownish blood sneak over my arms and legs, steak down my face, and clump into my hair. My knuckles are scratched and every moving joint seems to be frozen with pain. In the dim light I can see my skin, splotched with dirt and marked yellow by bruises. ThereÕs a nasty taste in my mouth as my eyes adjust, and my head thumps hard even though I hold it in my hands.
There isnÕt any light other than a crack of streaming sun through the far end of the boxy room. ItÕs not even a cell, itÕs a cave. Water drips, echoes and bounds across the limestone around me. I can feel things moving, but there isnÕt anything there. Formication in my fingertips, perhaps, trickling through my veins. I donÕt know how long IÕve been here, but it doesnÕt seem like IÕve had anything to eat in a while. ThereÕs a bottle of water a few feet away, unopened. A tiny, sight-impared lizard slickers its sucker feet to the top of the bottle before me. I would smile if I could.
ItÕs cold, and my bodyÕs too weak to move and create heat. Had atrophy set in so quickly? I couldnÕt have been here that long. I am still alive. The saddest part is that I canÕt remember anything before waking up a few minutes ago. The only thing I see, through clouds in my mind, is the sight of a sunrise. After that, it hurts to think. IÕve been here too long, perhaps.
Hours pass and I start to feel sick. Too decrepit to investigate; parched, and thirsty. The bottleÕs just too far away. The same lizard splashes through a pool of water collecting at the bottom of a stalactite. ThereÕs nothing else to do, so I go back to sleep. Dreams of the past few years flit past my eyes. The Terra Forming Project, the rebuilding process of L5 and L4 colonies. My brotherÕs strange arrangement of marriage with Noin after she almost died during a test launch of a new transport shuttle. MariemaiaÕs twelfth birthday, then her thirteenth; her time spent sitting in on my speeches. Wufei and SallyÕs almost frightening friendship and loyalty to the protection of peace. It was all seemingly close knit and loving, but I still felt alone around so many people saying they admired me or cooed and giggled about me doing something I felt was very petty.
___
I could tell that a few days had passed, because I monitored that streak of light as if it were my last hope. It was the fourth day of my conscious imprisonment, and the thought of what happened had only crossed my train of thought twice. The rest of the time was spent pondering. Either that or trying not to cry. It hurt my face to cry, and it hurt my chest to heave in the extra air. It was a waste of the precious energy I didnÕt have much of. The isolation affected me more than I had planned. That bit of silence IÕd wanted for so long was driving me insane. The Furies* were breaking into my head and they werenÕt on a field trip. They were revamping and rearranging my filing cabinets; shoving papers where they didnÕt belong. Creating utter calamity and catastrophe, along with chaos. Taking the vengeance that I was incapable of taking on my own, against a life of lies made by myself and by others.
To put it lightly, by the start of day five, I had lost it. I was stuck between two worlds. IÕd been thinking entirely too much, because my priorities were backwards and my faults were forward. All the things I thought were right before, were now holding up lamps that chose to shine on the misgivings and bad decisions IÕd so diligently avoided. The Furies werenÕt done with me yet. I was only alive because I hadnÕt given up. The nearby pool of water that the lizard spent his days in was getting smaller, because I had to use it as a source of sustenance. My head and my body didnÕt agree to much movement. But when I had reached the bottle of water, I found that I didnÕt have any more strength to open it.
___
On the sixth day she started to hear things. Voices beckoning, taunting, accusing her. Insanity had fallen hard without warning.
___
ÒWhere is she?Ó
Heero pressed his hand hard into the manÕs throat. He gasped for air and gagged until Heero let him go. He fell to a heap in the dirt. He was the ringleader--the only one left of a small group of revolutionaries who still stubbornly supported the Romefeller Foundation. There was a small battle, but Heero hadnÕt let himself destroy any men. Wufei and Sally did that. But he was in charge of finding the hostage. Relena.
ÒTell me where she is.Ó
The more he demanded, the less the ringleader wanted to tell. He was incredibly terrified; however, his hatred for Relena burned harder and more ferociously than his own cowardice. Heero had no choice other than to sit him down in front of Sally. She nodded and jabbed a hypodermic needle into the manÕs arm.
It only took a few minutes for the truth serum to start working at full capacity. Heero took off before Sally had the chance to get the ringleader to stop laughing.
___
Relena leaned against her knees, pressed to the cold limestone wall of the cavern. It went farther back, but she hadnÕt dared to move far. Tears fell unwillingly, and she lifted her hand weakly to feel them slide down her jaw. The wounds sheÕd received hadnÕt healed correctly, and her leg felt as though it had been shattered into dust. Her fingers were swollen and the bottle of water lay unopened in her lap, which was getting smaller and smaller due to her lack of nutrition.
She sighed. Her only companion, the lizard, crept up her bare leg and flicked its tongue at her. Relena blinked thickly, having adapted completely to the darkness. One more breath passed her lips before she collapsed, scaring the lizard away. The bottle rolled over a few rocks and didnÕt stop until it hit the opposite wall. She was immobile, speechless, and lodged deeply into the world of the dead. Hades had her now, his rotting fingers embedded into her flesh like hot brands.
___
One more day. Finally the barrier that had separated her from the living world rolled away. Light, blinding light, flooded in and broke away the shadowÕs grasp. RelenaÕs wilted, spindly body lay like a tossed, tangled marionette. Heero shoved the rock hard with his shoulder and didnÕt even wait for Wufei to come help him counter the weight. He leapt over a large gash in the limestone and skidded to his knees next to her.
Her pulse whispered through her almost translucent skin and into the pads of his fingers.
ÒRelena,Ó Heero murmured, carefully taking her body into his arms. ÒCome on, wake up.Ó
Her eyes didnÕt open. She didnÕt belong to his world any more.
___
It would take weeks of rehabilitation to get her to even speak a single word. The Furies had disorganized everything. She was beyond human logic. Heero was shaken to the core by this; she wouldnÕt acknowledge him at all. His sweet Relena was gone. She would lay in her medical bed, staring at the ceiling, in darkness. The only thing she did do was cry. Soundlessly. Relena had been taken over by forces beyond her own power. No one could put her back into order. And Hades wasnÕt about to let go of such a prize.
___
Heero leaned over her in the blackness of the hospital room. ÒRelena? Where are you?Ó
Come back to me.
Her eyelids fluttered. Heero held her hand close to his heart. ÒCan you feel my heartbeat, Relena?Ó He put her own limp hand to her chest, his body close to hers. ÒFeel it, Relena. YouÕre still alive. YouÕre strong enough to wake up, Relena. Wake up for your people.Ó
The tears that had been falling unstoppably intensified. She was responding, at long last. ÒWake up for me, Relena.Ó He begged her with such sorrow in his voice that even the birds of night outside the window closed their mouths.
ÒHeero,Ó escaped her dulled tongue. Her hand tightened around his faintly.
ÒA manÕs promise is his honor,Ó he told her, Òand a manÕs honor is his life. YouÕre my promise, Relena. YouÕre my honor and my life. DonÕt leave me.Ó
These words, so secret, were meant only for her ears. The flowers all around her bowed their heads, even the floral designs on the walls looked away. Heero dipped low over her and kissed his sleeping princess. The salty tears fled over their lips and sealed a life-long covenant that became strengthened in death. Because she had seen it with her own eyes, darkened, illustrious, and filled with screaming woes of anguish, fear, enmity, and lost hope. The Furies drifted away, and RelenaÕs crying stopped. She was born again, into life forged of true death. Death of character, and death of soul.
ÒRelena.Ó
ÒTell me,Ó her voice was barely audible, Òthat IÕm not going to be lonely any more.Ó
He closed his eyes. ÒNever again.Ó
End
Furies* Greek goddesses of vengeance that brought intense guilt and/or insanity to a sinner or wrongdoer.
-Written May 1, 2001
-Finished at 8:32 p.m.
How long have I been here? My eyes are sore and my body complains as I try to stand up. ThereÕs cold all around me, hard and solid against my skin. Feeling as if IÕve been stripped of personal warmth, all I can do is curl up against the barely protective sheath of a dress I have on. Crusty trails of dried, brownish blood sneak over my arms and legs, steak down my face, and clump into my hair. My knuckles are scratched and every moving joint seems to be frozen with pain. In the dim light I can see my skin, splotched with dirt and marked yellow by bruises. ThereÕs a nasty taste in my mouth as my eyes adjust, and my head thumps hard even though I hold it in my hands.
There isnÕt any light other than a crack of streaming sun through the far end of the boxy room. ItÕs not even a cell, itÕs a cave. Water drips, echoes and bounds across the limestone around me. I can feel things moving, but there isnÕt anything there. Formication in my fingertips, perhaps, trickling through my veins. I donÕt know how long IÕve been here, but it doesnÕt seem like IÕve had anything to eat in a while. ThereÕs a bottle of water a few feet away, unopened. A tiny, sight-impared lizard slickers its sucker feet to the top of the bottle before me. I would smile if I could.
ItÕs cold, and my bodyÕs too weak to move and create heat. Had atrophy set in so quickly? I couldnÕt have been here that long. I am still alive. The saddest part is that I canÕt remember anything before waking up a few minutes ago. The only thing I see, through clouds in my mind, is the sight of a sunrise. After that, it hurts to think. IÕve been here too long, perhaps.
Hours pass and I start to feel sick. Too decrepit to investigate; parched, and thirsty. The bottleÕs just too far away. The same lizard splashes through a pool of water collecting at the bottom of a stalactite. ThereÕs nothing else to do, so I go back to sleep. Dreams of the past few years flit past my eyes. The Terra Forming Project, the rebuilding process of L5 and L4 colonies. My brotherÕs strange arrangement of marriage with Noin after she almost died during a test launch of a new transport shuttle. MariemaiaÕs twelfth birthday, then her thirteenth; her time spent sitting in on my speeches. Wufei and SallyÕs almost frightening friendship and loyalty to the protection of peace. It was all seemingly close knit and loving, but I still felt alone around so many people saying they admired me or cooed and giggled about me doing something I felt was very petty.
___
I could tell that a few days had passed, because I monitored that streak of light as if it were my last hope. It was the fourth day of my conscious imprisonment, and the thought of what happened had only crossed my train of thought twice. The rest of the time was spent pondering. Either that or trying not to cry. It hurt my face to cry, and it hurt my chest to heave in the extra air. It was a waste of the precious energy I didnÕt have much of. The isolation affected me more than I had planned. That bit of silence IÕd wanted for so long was driving me insane. The Furies* were breaking into my head and they werenÕt on a field trip. They were revamping and rearranging my filing cabinets; shoving papers where they didnÕt belong. Creating utter calamity and catastrophe, along with chaos. Taking the vengeance that I was incapable of taking on my own, against a life of lies made by myself and by others.
To put it lightly, by the start of day five, I had lost it. I was stuck between two worlds. IÕd been thinking entirely too much, because my priorities were backwards and my faults were forward. All the things I thought were right before, were now holding up lamps that chose to shine on the misgivings and bad decisions IÕd so diligently avoided. The Furies werenÕt done with me yet. I was only alive because I hadnÕt given up. The nearby pool of water that the lizard spent his days in was getting smaller, because I had to use it as a source of sustenance. My head and my body didnÕt agree to much movement. But when I had reached the bottle of water, I found that I didnÕt have any more strength to open it.
___
On the sixth day she started to hear things. Voices beckoning, taunting, accusing her. Insanity had fallen hard without warning.
___
ÒWhere is she?Ó
Heero pressed his hand hard into the manÕs throat. He gasped for air and gagged until Heero let him go. He fell to a heap in the dirt. He was the ringleader--the only one left of a small group of revolutionaries who still stubbornly supported the Romefeller Foundation. There was a small battle, but Heero hadnÕt let himself destroy any men. Wufei and Sally did that. But he was in charge of finding the hostage. Relena.
ÒTell me where she is.Ó
The more he demanded, the less the ringleader wanted to tell. He was incredibly terrified; however, his hatred for Relena burned harder and more ferociously than his own cowardice. Heero had no choice other than to sit him down in front of Sally. She nodded and jabbed a hypodermic needle into the manÕs arm.
It only took a few minutes for the truth serum to start working at full capacity. Heero took off before Sally had the chance to get the ringleader to stop laughing.
___
Relena leaned against her knees, pressed to the cold limestone wall of the cavern. It went farther back, but she hadnÕt dared to move far. Tears fell unwillingly, and she lifted her hand weakly to feel them slide down her jaw. The wounds sheÕd received hadnÕt healed correctly, and her leg felt as though it had been shattered into dust. Her fingers were swollen and the bottle of water lay unopened in her lap, which was getting smaller and smaller due to her lack of nutrition.
She sighed. Her only companion, the lizard, crept up her bare leg and flicked its tongue at her. Relena blinked thickly, having adapted completely to the darkness. One more breath passed her lips before she collapsed, scaring the lizard away. The bottle rolled over a few rocks and didnÕt stop until it hit the opposite wall. She was immobile, speechless, and lodged deeply into the world of the dead. Hades had her now, his rotting fingers embedded into her flesh like hot brands.
___
One more day. Finally the barrier that had separated her from the living world rolled away. Light, blinding light, flooded in and broke away the shadowÕs grasp. RelenaÕs wilted, spindly body lay like a tossed, tangled marionette. Heero shoved the rock hard with his shoulder and didnÕt even wait for Wufei to come help him counter the weight. He leapt over a large gash in the limestone and skidded to his knees next to her.
Her pulse whispered through her almost translucent skin and into the pads of his fingers.
ÒRelena,Ó Heero murmured, carefully taking her body into his arms. ÒCome on, wake up.Ó
Her eyes didnÕt open. She didnÕt belong to his world any more.
___
It would take weeks of rehabilitation to get her to even speak a single word. The Furies had disorganized everything. She was beyond human logic. Heero was shaken to the core by this; she wouldnÕt acknowledge him at all. His sweet Relena was gone. She would lay in her medical bed, staring at the ceiling, in darkness. The only thing she did do was cry. Soundlessly. Relena had been taken over by forces beyond her own power. No one could put her back into order. And Hades wasnÕt about to let go of such a prize.
___
Heero leaned over her in the blackness of the hospital room. ÒRelena? Where are you?Ó
Come back to me.
Her eyelids fluttered. Heero held her hand close to his heart. ÒCan you feel my heartbeat, Relena?Ó He put her own limp hand to her chest, his body close to hers. ÒFeel it, Relena. YouÕre still alive. YouÕre strong enough to wake up, Relena. Wake up for your people.Ó
The tears that had been falling unstoppably intensified. She was responding, at long last. ÒWake up for me, Relena.Ó He begged her with such sorrow in his voice that even the birds of night outside the window closed their mouths.
ÒHeero,Ó escaped her dulled tongue. Her hand tightened around his faintly.
ÒA manÕs promise is his honor,Ó he told her, Òand a manÕs honor is his life. YouÕre my promise, Relena. YouÕre my honor and my life. DonÕt leave me.Ó
These words, so secret, were meant only for her ears. The flowers all around her bowed their heads, even the floral designs on the walls looked away. Heero dipped low over her and kissed his sleeping princess. The salty tears fled over their lips and sealed a life-long covenant that became strengthened in death. Because she had seen it with her own eyes, darkened, illustrious, and filled with screaming woes of anguish, fear, enmity, and lost hope. The Furies drifted away, and RelenaÕs crying stopped. She was born again, into life forged of true death. Death of character, and death of soul.
ÒRelena.Ó
ÒTell me,Ó her voice was barely audible, Òthat IÕm not going to be lonely any more.Ó
He closed his eyes. ÒNever again.Ó
End
Furies* Greek goddesses of vengeance that brought intense guilt and/or insanity to a sinner or wrongdoer.
-Written May 1, 2001
-Finished at 8:32 p.m.