Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Short Circuit ❯ Prologue

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I hate these, and you're a moron if you think I own anything GW related.
Warnings: This is gonna get strange and dark,TWT
Pairings: 1x5, 2x1
Summary: Duo's always been in love with Heero and hoped that one day, perhaps not until after the war, Heero might return his feelings. One day, Duo's dreams come true, or do they?
A/N: I woke up at 5am to a crazy Duo saying "They've come to shut us down. They've come to short circuit our love." Here's what came of it.

Short Circuit
by Amyeyl

Prologue

I can feel the walls around me shaking, crumbling. Large sections giving way to hammer against the floor. Explosions thunder round my head, the heat burns my eyes. I struggle at once to keep them open, to crawl the next few inches forward. There up ahead, a pinprick of light, my salvation.

The ceiling above me groans and compresses towards the floor as something heavy slams into it from above. The walls shudder beneath the added weight, trying mightily to shoulder their burden. If only I could stand, could run. I pull my leg behind me, mangled as it is, caught between the offending metal. So close.

The screeching sounds as it drags along the floor sting my ears, rising in pitch above the dull booming all around me. I can feel the blood dripping from my ruined hands, the pain in each nail-less finger as they search and scrabble along the littered floor. Such minor agony, but more real, more potent than everything else. I dread each handhold for the new pain it will inflict, but still I push myself forward. I don't have much time now.

There is an earsplitting whine and behind me a section of the crawlspace is obliterated. I'm thrown forward a few feet, flames and debris licking at my heels. My arms wrap instinctively around my head, and I hit the floor hard, bouncing once, twice, then rolling to a stop against something large and solid.

When I can move again, I reach out and press against the floor. The whole structure groans under the pressure from my hand. It won't hold much longer, if at all. But what choice do I have?

I inch away from my perch, cautiously moving forward, alert to anything that may signal my demise. I'm closer now, I can hear their screams.

"DUO!"

So much louder than the others, clearer too. I lift my head and peer into the gloom. There, in front of me, one of the shadows is moving, weaving a path towards me. They know my name, so it's okay, right? They know me, so it's okay if I…

TBC...