Disclaimer: The characters of Gundam Wing belong to their creators and not me. I am making no money, and if I did I still wouldn't get any (money that is). I'm just writing because I have nothing better to do than amuse others.
Rating: PG
E-mail Address: nekos4ever@hotmail.com
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4
Category: Horror? Angst, and Drama
Warnings: Death, Language, OOC?, POV
Notes: This story takes place after the series and Endless Waltz. It's amazing how one word can bring up an idea for a whole story. And I apoligize for the sections being so short.
Specter
By: Shisou
A long dreaded beep filled the air. Its annoying tone awakes me from my sleep. I open my eyes and the first image I see is Quatre. The blonde seems to be distressed and his look of concern quickly turns into that of shock. Before I can really register anything the boy disappears past the door.
I am not really worried about his reaction at the moment. I probably should get out of bed to see what I've missed. I note that my body aches, like I have been beaten to death. I focus my energy in getting up and it ends taking up all of my energy. Only I manage to sit up, not good progress. I lean my back against the wall to catch my breath. It shouldn't have been that hard to do a routine task.
I look around the room to see where I am. The house as a whole seems to have a dark air to it. The room is a pale blue with pictures covering the otherwise bare walls. Furniture made of what seems to be of good quality is placed by the walls. At my bedside is a chair, the one Quatre was sitting in before he left.
Quatre? I question. It would make sense, after all this would be identified as one of his estates. But another question came to mind what was I doing here? The light coming through the window was no doubt the sun, which means I'm on Earth.
My last mission was on Earth.
Quickly I begin to pull information from my memory. Nothing, I don't remember anything. I clearly remember my objective, to confront terrorist activity. However, details of how the mission resulted are in a haze.
I figure I should take a shower. That might possibly clear my mind up better. Unusual from my earlier struggle, I easily got out of bed and practically floated into the bathroom. I'm probably on sedatives; it would only make sense. Hopefully in a little while I'll get some questions answered.
Rating: PG
E-mail Address: nekos4ever@hotmail.com
Pairings: 1+2, 3+4
Category: Horror? Angst, and Drama
Warnings: Death, Language, OOC?, POV
Notes: This story takes place after the series and Endless Waltz. It's amazing how one word can bring up an idea for a whole story. And I apoligize for the sections being so short.
Specter
By: Shisou
A long dreaded beep filled the air. Its annoying tone awakes me from my sleep. I open my eyes and the first image I see is Quatre. The blonde seems to be distressed and his look of concern quickly turns into that of shock. Before I can really register anything the boy disappears past the door.
I am not really worried about his reaction at the moment. I probably should get out of bed to see what I've missed. I note that my body aches, like I have been beaten to death. I focus my energy in getting up and it ends taking up all of my energy. Only I manage to sit up, not good progress. I lean my back against the wall to catch my breath. It shouldn't have been that hard to do a routine task.
I look around the room to see where I am. The house as a whole seems to have a dark air to it. The room is a pale blue with pictures covering the otherwise bare walls. Furniture made of what seems to be of good quality is placed by the walls. At my bedside is a chair, the one Quatre was sitting in before he left.
Quatre? I question. It would make sense, after all this would be identified as one of his estates. But another question came to mind what was I doing here? The light coming through the window was no doubt the sun, which means I'm on Earth.
My last mission was on Earth.
Quickly I begin to pull information from my memory. Nothing, I don't remember anything. I clearly remember my objective, to confront terrorist activity. However, details of how the mission resulted are in a haze.
I figure I should take a shower. That might possibly clear my mind up better. Unusual from my earlier struggle, I easily got out of bed and practically floated into the bathroom. I'm probably on sedatives; it would only make sense. Hopefully in a little while I'll get some questions answered.