Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ American History X ❯ prologue ( Prologue )

Note: I am not racist in any way shape or form. I do not believe in everything I write about in here. If you have problems with racist remarks don't read this because this story is very racist. A few of the main characters are Nazis of sorts and are cruel to those not white American.

Warning: racism, eventual 2x1 (much later on), language, some violence later, prejudice in general, OOC (it's an AU people).

This fic is kind of based off the movie American History X with Edward Norton, very good movie though sad. And I wasn't creative enough to think of a different name, so I left it.

Disclaimer: I don't own American History X or Gundam Wing

American History X

Prologue

The door to an unoccupied room opened and a guard shoved a boy, nearly a man, in before the door was once again closed with a click. The room was completely white save the metal of the chairs and table and the mirror on the left. The two-way mirror, like no one knew it was that. The boy looked down at his clothing, the same white as everything else, and noticed how it made his skin even paler. He looked almost sickly, maybe even vampiric.

Slowly he made his way towards the table situated in the center of the room. He walked as if almost in a daze of sorts, like he wasn't completely there. Maybe he wasn't anymore. Nevertheless he sat down in the opposite seat facing the door so he could see when they came in. In the mean time he stared indifferently at the chair seated across from him.

Not even half a minute later the door opened once again, this time allowing two fully grown men to enter. One continued on in and sat down in the seat across from the boy. The other let the door close and then leaned against the wall just next to the door. Neither spoke as they came in since they knew the boy wasn't one for idle chit-chat. The young man wanted to say what had to be said and get out and away.

The man leaning against the wall was in a very unassuming stance. He was leaning casually against the wall, his arms and legs both crossed loosely. He had long blonde hair and clear blue eyes. His face had the same indifferent look as the boy did.

However the man in the chair looked almost eager. There was a slight gleam of excitement in his eyes. For a while now he had been trying to get this boy to talk, and now the boy freely came to him to talk. He had sandy blonde hair that was brushed back, though a few stray pieces fell back onto his forehead. His eyes were blue as well and they held the poorly disguised excitement.

Both men were pure American, the boy could tell. He had a knack for these sorts of things. However that really didn't matter. It had at one time. But then, that was why he was here to talk to these two.

"So," the seated man spoke, "you're really ready to talk to us now?"

The boy nodded.

"Well, anytime you're ready."

"I had just moved to Brooklyn, New York from a small town called Westfield in New Jersey," he spoke softly yet firmly.

* Westfield, New Jersey is a real place; it's near me where I live and it's like a rich white neighborhood.