AN: This story takes place about a hundred years after Gundam Wing, so there's not going to be any characters from GW in it. Sorry 'bout that. I love them as much as you do, but I had an idea and it unfortunately doesn't involve them, at least, not directly :) So give it a chance. You might like it.
FIGHTING FATE, PART 1
She checked her watch again - the third time in the past five minutes. Almost running, she headed down the deserted concrete path that lead to one of the instructing buildings. If she was late again for class, she'd be punished; maybe even a note on her permanent record.
She had just turned the corner by a tree when a voice from the shadows said calmly, "In a hurry, are we?"
Totally unprepared, she stopped dead in her tracks, letting a small, surprised gasp escape her. For a moment, she stood there, silent - half her mind screaming that she'd be late, the other half thinking, searching...
"Remie, my dear, won't you even say hello?"
Now she knew it. That voice, she knew who it belonged to. Remie whipped around, face hot and hands clenched. "I thought I told you no. I thought I told you to leave me alone."
"But I thought we had gotten along so well during our last encounter," was the reply from the man in the dark.
She did not respond.
"Well then, if you're not going to say anything, then I may as well." There was a pause. Then, "We want you. At our last meeting you said no, but I was hoping to persuade you this time -"
"No."
"But -"
"No."
There was silence.
"Fine."
From seemingly out of nowhere, two very large men came up on either side of her and took her firmly by the arms. They had her pinned so that she couldn't move.
"I'll scream," she warned, trying to struggle free.
"You do that," said the voice as its source emerged from under the tree, "and I'll kill you."
She took a deep breath and was about to open her mouth again when she suddenly felt a prick at the base of her neck. The next thing she wanted to do was to just lie down and go to sleep; her eye lids got heavy and her breathing slowed.
"That's a good girl," drifted to her though the haze of oncoming unconsciousness. "Sleep..."
***
As her eyes slowly opened, Remie had a vague feeling that something was wrong. She was still too sleepy to clearly figure it out, but something was not quite right. It was another minute or two before the drugs wore off enough for her to realize what had happened. When the truth hit her, she almost panicked; she was in a dark room, tied to a cold, metal table. However, she quickly remembered her training and forced herself to be calm.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep, relaxing breath. When she opened them, she glanced around the room. Perhaps she would find the man responsible for this. He wasn't there, but she did see two other tables, and each had someone else tied down, much as she was.
She was about to call out to them when a voice boomed over a speaker system, "I'm glad you're awake." It was the man's voice.
"What do you want?" Remie called out at the dark. "Just tell me what you want with me."
"I'm afraid I can't," he replied with mocking regret. "However, it won't matter in just a little while."
"What do you mean?" Despite herself, Remie's heart started to race.
"Oh, don't worry yourself over such trivial things."
"Trivial?!" yelled Remie. "You call harassment and kidnapping trivial?!"
"Tisk, tisk... you see, I knew we should have just kept her asleep." The voice now seemed farther away, as if the man had turned from the microphone. "Now she's going to get all worked up."
"I just wanted to what she was like, that's all doctor." This new voice was one she had not heard before, but right away she knew she didn't like it. It was too cold, too aggressive, and too uncaring.
"Well, you've seen her, now please, if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do. Remie," the man had turn back to the mike. "I'll be with you in just a second." Then the speaker system turned off.
"Wait! You just can't - "
Abruptly, she felt the urge to sleep again. In a matter of seconds, she once more fell helplessly into the darkness.
FIGHTING FATE, PART 1
She checked her watch again - the third time in the past five minutes. Almost running, she headed down the deserted concrete path that lead to one of the instructing buildings. If she was late again for class, she'd be punished; maybe even a note on her permanent record.
She had just turned the corner by a tree when a voice from the shadows said calmly, "In a hurry, are we?"
Totally unprepared, she stopped dead in her tracks, letting a small, surprised gasp escape her. For a moment, she stood there, silent - half her mind screaming that she'd be late, the other half thinking, searching...
"Remie, my dear, won't you even say hello?"
Now she knew it. That voice, she knew who it belonged to. Remie whipped around, face hot and hands clenched. "I thought I told you no. I thought I told you to leave me alone."
"But I thought we had gotten along so well during our last encounter," was the reply from the man in the dark.
She did not respond.
"Well then, if you're not going to say anything, then I may as well." There was a pause. Then, "We want you. At our last meeting you said no, but I was hoping to persuade you this time -"
"No."
"But -"
"No."
There was silence.
"Fine."
From seemingly out of nowhere, two very large men came up on either side of her and took her firmly by the arms. They had her pinned so that she couldn't move.
"I'll scream," she warned, trying to struggle free.
"You do that," said the voice as its source emerged from under the tree, "and I'll kill you."
She took a deep breath and was about to open her mouth again when she suddenly felt a prick at the base of her neck. The next thing she wanted to do was to just lie down and go to sleep; her eye lids got heavy and her breathing slowed.
"That's a good girl," drifted to her though the haze of oncoming unconsciousness. "Sleep..."
***
As her eyes slowly opened, Remie had a vague feeling that something was wrong. She was still too sleepy to clearly figure it out, but something was not quite right. It was another minute or two before the drugs wore off enough for her to realize what had happened. When the truth hit her, she almost panicked; she was in a dark room, tied to a cold, metal table. However, she quickly remembered her training and forced herself to be calm.
Closing her eyes, she took a deep, relaxing breath. When she opened them, she glanced around the room. Perhaps she would find the man responsible for this. He wasn't there, but she did see two other tables, and each had someone else tied down, much as she was.
She was about to call out to them when a voice boomed over a speaker system, "I'm glad you're awake." It was the man's voice.
"What do you want?" Remie called out at the dark. "Just tell me what you want with me."
"I'm afraid I can't," he replied with mocking regret. "However, it won't matter in just a little while."
"What do you mean?" Despite herself, Remie's heart started to race.
"Oh, don't worry yourself over such trivial things."
"Trivial?!" yelled Remie. "You call harassment and kidnapping trivial?!"
"Tisk, tisk... you see, I knew we should have just kept her asleep." The voice now seemed farther away, as if the man had turned from the microphone. "Now she's going to get all worked up."
"I just wanted to what she was like, that's all doctor." This new voice was one she had not heard before, but right away she knew she didn't like it. It was too cold, too aggressive, and too uncaring.
"Well, you've seen her, now please, if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do. Remie," the man had turn back to the mike. "I'll be with you in just a second." Then the speaker system turned off.
"Wait! You just can't - "
Abruptly, she felt the urge to sleep again. In a matter of seconds, she once more fell helplessly into the darkness.