Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Escape ❯ Chapter 1
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By: Davros3 
Wufei's escaped, but that's the easy part. Now he just has to stay free.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.05.2006 | Updated On: 02.05.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Wufei's escaped, but that's the easy part. Now he just has to stay free.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.05.2006 | Updated On: 02.05.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Escape
Pairings: 13x5
Disclaimer: GW isn’t mine.
Warnings: Dark AU, some (hopefully limited OOC), explicitness in later chapters, slow muse. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially what you *don’t* like.
Wufei reeled, his legs positively trembling beneath him. Adrenaline was beginning to fade, and he needed to sit down - but he also needed to put as much distance between himself and the lab as possible. He leaned against the wall of the alley, panting roughly, struggling to think. He'd expected to emerge in the wilderness, not in the middle of a city.
He was glaringly out of place here, and his blue scrubs and slippered feet were no match for the bitter winds. While it was not actually snowing, it was icy cold, and the few people he'd glimpsed hurrying down the icy streets wore heavy coats.
"Think, Chang," he whispered. Police were, of course, out of the question, and unfortunately, so was the press, even if he’d known where to go. The lab had powerful men behind it, and it masqueraded as a mental hospital. No one would believe him. The same was true for hospitals, the army, homeless shelters.
None of the normal infrastructure would help him. He would need to scavenge for himself, just as he'd planned to do in the wilderness. Only now, he'd have to assume that all of the people around him were potential predators. There would be a reward on his head within hours, and by the time that happened, he needed to be off the streets. Worse, the drugs they’d been dosing him with were taking their toll. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to keep moving forever. He was already feeling dizzy and thick headed, and that would only increase with time.
So far, he’d kept to the alleys. They’d been thankfully empty, narrow, and dark, but they hadn’t given any clues about where he was, or where he should go. He’d had to move slowly to avoid being seen as he darted across streets. He was hoping to find a residential neighborhood. If he could break into someone’s basement or garage, then he should be able to survive the night, assuming he could find a blanket or some clothes.
Wufei slipped around the back of a church, surreptitiously checking the door handles. It was locked tightly; unsurprising, given the late hour. However, there was a stack of donations near the back entrance. Wufei approached as quietly as he could, rifling through them in the search for anything he could use. Near the bottom of the stack was a true windfall – the second big break of the night.
A box of clothing. Wufei grinned, despite everything. The clothes were dirty, and were too big, but they were thick, and not too different from some of the citizens he’d seen passing the mouths of the alleyways. Best of all, there was a quilted jacket and a pair of work boots. The boots were at least three sizes too big, but anything was better than the thin slippers he was wearing. Wufei changed in the alley, fumbling with the zippers and buttons in the cold. He rolled the scrubs into a pad around his waist, to help hold up the jeans, and laced the boots as best he could.
Wufei straightened, pulling the jacket close around his body – and froze. There was an older woman standing on the steps, arms full of boxes. She looked nearly as surprised as Wufei felt. How could he have missed the person coming up the street? For a second, he weighed his options. Then he fled. A surprised shout rang out behind him, but he didn’t hear any signs of pursuit.
He stuck to the alleys as much as possible, moving quickly. He had to assume that there were bounty hunters and lab employees looking for him, and he had to assume they’d question the lady. He had to put down some distance before that happened. Thankfully, he was moving into a nicer area of town. There were no true houses yet, only shabby playhouses and restaurants, but he couldn’t be too far away from his goal. He forced himself to increase his pace, going as fast as he could without looking like he was actually running.
He rounded a corner too quickly, and collided with a man's chest. He was too far gone to save his balance, and landed awkwardly on the ground. For a moment, he lay dazed, until a man bent over him. He took the hand offered, and was pulled effortlessly to his feet. Wufei stood for a second, then wavered, forcing the dizziness down, biting the inside of his lip. The pain helped.
"Steady, there." A hand caught his arm, and Wufei looked up, blinking the lights out of the edges of his vision. "Are you all right?"
"Yes." His voice sounded a hundred miles away, and Wufei knew he was on the verge of collapse. Thank goodness that his English was good enough to answer without too much thought. He had to find shelter, and soon. The hand under his elbow didn't waver, and Wufei struggled for the right words. "Sorry," he mumbled, tugging his arm out of the man’s grasp.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he said something, but Wufei's ears were ringing, and he missed most of it. He pulled away, stumbled. The hand under his arm supported him, and another arm wrapped around his waist. More words, the world a blur as they moved to the curb.
Too late, Wufei realized that the man was hailing him a cab. "No," he said, pulling back. That only put him up against the man's wool coat, soft and expensive under his cheek. He turned his head, trying to think of a plausible excuse. "I don't -"
Up the street, there were two men, under a street light, showing a picture to a couple. A thrill of fear hit Wufei hard, and he instinctively turned his face away, letting the man’s body shield him momentarily from view. Perhaps . . . perhaps they were not from the lab, but could he afford to bet on it? Damn, damn, damn. Having no choice, he let the man lower him into the car. Not a cab, he realized suddenly. A private car, with leather seats. Damn.
"Drive," said the man, in a warm tenor, and the car started forward. Wufei realized a moment later that the man was cupping his face, frowning. In the light from the car lamp, he could see that the man's eyes were shadowy blue, and that disturbed him faintly. Why?
Too late, he realized the man had asked a question, and was waiting for an answer.
"What?" The car was warm, and Wufei was shivering again. A good sign. He also felt a little less like he was going to faint. Sitting helped.
"Where can I take you?"
Wufei hesitated. He wasn't even sure what city he was in. The fact that they were speaking English didn't really help . . . the man's voice was faintly accented, so they could be almost anywhere cold in Europe. Or Russia. Or, indeed, America. "Anywhere is fine."
"You really don't look well. Perhaps a hospital -"
"NO!" Panic made him loud. The man’s eyes widened, then narrowed; Wufei tried to regain ground. "No, that's not - I'm fine." He glanced out the window; they were moving through a residential district. No garages, but he could see sheds every block or so. One of them would be open, or easy to break into. His body trembled with anticipation of rest. "This is fine."
"A-ah. You do realize that we're being followed?"
Wufei spun before he had time to think. The road behind them was dark and empty. In the next moment, Wufei threw himself for the door. The handle moved easily under his grasp, but the door didn’t even budge. Hands seized his arms, hauling him backwards, away from the door. He was trapped again, restrained. Wufei snarled and twisted madly. He managed to turn under the older man, so his back was against the cushions, and the man was above him. Wufei kicked out, and struck the mini-bar with a satisfying crunch. The smell of liquor filled the backseat. Wufei strained to reached one of the broken bottles. If he could just -
"Easy," murmured the man in his ear, pinning both arms to his sides.
"Let go!" Wufei struggled, unable to breathe in the close space, with his captor so close, and it was just like being back, under the guards, lungs bursting, muscles spasming - "No! Let!"
Hot and cold at once, and his captor's eyes were narrowed, his mouth moving, but Wufei couldn't hear, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything except spiral down, his body finally betraying him to the darkness.
Pairings: 13x5
Disclaimer: GW isn’t mine.
Warnings: Dark AU, some (hopefully limited OOC), explicitness in later chapters, slow muse. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially what you *don’t* like.
Wufei reeled, his legs positively trembling beneath him. Adrenaline was beginning to fade, and he needed to sit down - but he also needed to put as much distance between himself and the lab as possible. He leaned against the wall of the alley, panting roughly, struggling to think. He'd expected to emerge in the wilderness, not in the middle of a city.
He was glaringly out of place here, and his blue scrubs and slippered feet were no match for the bitter winds. While it was not actually snowing, it was icy cold, and the few people he'd glimpsed hurrying down the icy streets wore heavy coats.
"Think, Chang," he whispered. Police were, of course, out of the question, and unfortunately, so was the press, even if he’d known where to go. The lab had powerful men behind it, and it masqueraded as a mental hospital. No one would believe him. The same was true for hospitals, the army, homeless shelters.
None of the normal infrastructure would help him. He would need to scavenge for himself, just as he'd planned to do in the wilderness. Only now, he'd have to assume that all of the people around him were potential predators. There would be a reward on his head within hours, and by the time that happened, he needed to be off the streets. Worse, the drugs they’d been dosing him with were taking their toll. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to keep moving forever. He was already feeling dizzy and thick headed, and that would only increase with time.
So far, he’d kept to the alleys. They’d been thankfully empty, narrow, and dark, but they hadn’t given any clues about where he was, or where he should go. He’d had to move slowly to avoid being seen as he darted across streets. He was hoping to find a residential neighborhood. If he could break into someone’s basement or garage, then he should be able to survive the night, assuming he could find a blanket or some clothes.
Wufei slipped around the back of a church, surreptitiously checking the door handles. It was locked tightly; unsurprising, given the late hour. However, there was a stack of donations near the back entrance. Wufei approached as quietly as he could, rifling through them in the search for anything he could use. Near the bottom of the stack was a true windfall – the second big break of the night.
A box of clothing. Wufei grinned, despite everything. The clothes were dirty, and were too big, but they were thick, and not too different from some of the citizens he’d seen passing the mouths of the alleyways. Best of all, there was a quilted jacket and a pair of work boots. The boots were at least three sizes too big, but anything was better than the thin slippers he was wearing. Wufei changed in the alley, fumbling with the zippers and buttons in the cold. He rolled the scrubs into a pad around his waist, to help hold up the jeans, and laced the boots as best he could.
Wufei straightened, pulling the jacket close around his body – and froze. There was an older woman standing on the steps, arms full of boxes. She looked nearly as surprised as Wufei felt. How could he have missed the person coming up the street? For a second, he weighed his options. Then he fled. A surprised shout rang out behind him, but he didn’t hear any signs of pursuit.
He stuck to the alleys as much as possible, moving quickly. He had to assume that there were bounty hunters and lab employees looking for him, and he had to assume they’d question the lady. He had to put down some distance before that happened. Thankfully, he was moving into a nicer area of town. There were no true houses yet, only shabby playhouses and restaurants, but he couldn’t be too far away from his goal. He forced himself to increase his pace, going as fast as he could without looking like he was actually running.
He rounded a corner too quickly, and collided with a man's chest. He was too far gone to save his balance, and landed awkwardly on the ground. For a moment, he lay dazed, until a man bent over him. He took the hand offered, and was pulled effortlessly to his feet. Wufei stood for a second, then wavered, forcing the dizziness down, biting the inside of his lip. The pain helped.
"Steady, there." A hand caught his arm, and Wufei looked up, blinking the lights out of the edges of his vision. "Are you all right?"
"Yes." His voice sounded a hundred miles away, and Wufei knew he was on the verge of collapse. Thank goodness that his English was good enough to answer without too much thought. He had to find shelter, and soon. The hand under his elbow didn't waver, and Wufei struggled for the right words. "Sorry," he mumbled, tugging his arm out of the man’s grasp.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he said something, but Wufei's ears were ringing, and he missed most of it. He pulled away, stumbled. The hand under his arm supported him, and another arm wrapped around his waist. More words, the world a blur as they moved to the curb.
Too late, Wufei realized that the man was hailing him a cab. "No," he said, pulling back. That only put him up against the man's wool coat, soft and expensive under his cheek. He turned his head, trying to think of a plausible excuse. "I don't -"
Up the street, there were two men, under a street light, showing a picture to a couple. A thrill of fear hit Wufei hard, and he instinctively turned his face away, letting the man’s body shield him momentarily from view. Perhaps . . . perhaps they were not from the lab, but could he afford to bet on it? Damn, damn, damn. Having no choice, he let the man lower him into the car. Not a cab, he realized suddenly. A private car, with leather seats. Damn.
"Drive," said the man, in a warm tenor, and the car started forward. Wufei realized a moment later that the man was cupping his face, frowning. In the light from the car lamp, he could see that the man's eyes were shadowy blue, and that disturbed him faintly. Why?
Too late, he realized the man had asked a question, and was waiting for an answer.
"What?" The car was warm, and Wufei was shivering again. A good sign. He also felt a little less like he was going to faint. Sitting helped.
"Where can I take you?"
Wufei hesitated. He wasn't even sure what city he was in. The fact that they were speaking English didn't really help . . . the man's voice was faintly accented, so they could be almost anywhere cold in Europe. Or Russia. Or, indeed, America. "Anywhere is fine."
"You really don't look well. Perhaps a hospital -"
"NO!" Panic made him loud. The man’s eyes widened, then narrowed; Wufei tried to regain ground. "No, that's not - I'm fine." He glanced out the window; they were moving through a residential district. No garages, but he could see sheds every block or so. One of them would be open, or easy to break into. His body trembled with anticipation of rest. "This is fine."
"A-ah. You do realize that we're being followed?"
Wufei spun before he had time to think. The road behind them was dark and empty. In the next moment, Wufei threw himself for the door. The handle moved easily under his grasp, but the door didn’t even budge. Hands seized his arms, hauling him backwards, away from the door. He was trapped again, restrained. Wufei snarled and twisted madly. He managed to turn under the older man, so his back was against the cushions, and the man was above him. Wufei kicked out, and struck the mini-bar with a satisfying crunch. The smell of liquor filled the backseat. Wufei strained to reached one of the broken bottles. If he could just -
"Easy," murmured the man in his ear, pinning both arms to his sides.
"Let go!" Wufei struggled, unable to breathe in the close space, with his captor so close, and it was just like being back, under the guards, lungs bursting, muscles spasming - "No! Let!"
Hot and cold at once, and his captor's eyes were narrowed, his mouth moving, but Wufei couldn't hear, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't do anything except spiral down, his body finally betraying him to the darkness.