Fight for Love and Freedom
By: Preventer Fire
(Hey guys; you're probably wondering why the story suddenly disappeared, and I'm sorry you had to wait if you haven't lost interest. I was doing a few alterations and typed up a few new chapters on the days of its absence. I really appreciate your patience. Much of it is still the same, but a few chapters have been fixed and new ones are ready to be read! Thanks guys, and feel free to contact me with any questions or comments!)
Disclaimer: Hey, if I owned Gundam Wing do you think I'd be sitting here waiting for a sequel?! Uh, no. By the way, other names not pertaining to Gundam Wing are something I just thought up. If they happen to be a name, or place you've used it is merely coincidental.
Author's notes: Just to inform you, this fanfic has mild language, mature sexual content, violence and suggestive themes. So, please do not read and sue, K? You have been clearly warned.
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Prologue
"1791 was the year it happened. I was at the age of 6, younger than I am now. I was an only child and lived in a beautiful plantation house with my mother and father, along with my nanny; Camilla. My father, Louis Scheibeiker, was a wealthy man, one of the few cotton plantation cultivators who successfully reached the standards. He adored me and showed me love, bringing me gifts from distant lands he had visited. Or just sharing with me a simple story, experience, or a fond memory. My mother, Katrina Scheibeiker, was a different story. She was an ordinary housewife, to every eye but mine. She couldn't fool me, no. To me she wasn't. She would secretly leave to play cards after my father went to work, or attend parties while my father was out of town. Sometimes, when Camilla had put me to bed, kissed me goodnight, and had given me one of those idiotic lies as to why my mother wasn't there to do it herself, I would crawl out of bed and silently walk to my mother's room. Was she home for once? Yes, but not by herself, nor with my father."
"The night of my 6 birthday, when I hadn't bothered to wake up Camilla for a simple glass of milk, I heard my mother's pure laughter, and… Something else. It had rung from the direction of the parlor room, just down the dim lighted hall. Curiosity had overcome me, and soon I found myself walking down the corridor towards her fading laughter. I stopped for a moment as it grew silent, but rushed down the remaining distance as a shrill cry was let loose. I had found her. No, not in danger but in a state of, what I know now was passion. The scene was erotic enough. Her body was strewn out against the upholstered couch in the center of the room, with what I knew was a stranger who kissed and teased at her nakedness, using his large hands and mouth the most. He entwined his fingers through her dark curls, the gentle succulent motion of his mouth puckering and bruising the gentle mounds of her breasts."
"She would allow it too, allow all of it. Even as he kneeled above her, poised at her entrance. He would watch and stroke her as he'd gently rub himself against her, earning gently moans and pleas from her before plunging himself into her without warning. I watched, shocked mind you, as she'd arch her body and rock against him, before he took charge cupping her breasts again. Smiling all the while. Another shrill cry escaped her swollen lips, catching me by surprised. It didn't take long for the crystal shin I held, to fall and shatter on the floor, spilling its contents. And for both to stop and eye me at the mouth of the parlor's entry. Scared senseless."
"I was beaten mercilessly that night, Camilla and I sworn to silence as she stood in her silk robe towering above me, still holding one of father's leather belts in her right hand, a small crystal glass filled with bourbon in the other. "Get her out of my sight! Before I beat the life out of her!" Camilla would grab my weakened, bleeding body from the bare floor and rush me back to the sanctity of my room. She had told me that everything was going to be all right. But that was a lie as well, for the terror had not yet begun to sprout. A few days after every vow of honor and love had been broken and any others she had ever pledged, and everything seemed to have calmed down in the Scheibeiker household, my mother and father had a long discussion. A discussion that I knew was going to attract trouble, practically tear me apart. And so it did…"
"I came home from a morning stroll and found that Camilla had vanished. My father grabbed me and sat me on his lap, looking deep into my cobalt blue eyes with his own, "Hilde… My sweet Hilde, your mother and I believe that it is time for you to grow up, take care of yourself, take responsibility of you and your actions…" I stared into his eyes, fighting back tears as reality hit me. I choked at my next words, "Where's Camilla, father?" His next words caused me to push away from him, "She's been sold…" Sold, he said. Although I didn't comprehend what he was saying, the tears fell, down my rosy cheeks. I cried out my hatred for him, and ran off, feeling lonely with no one to catch me if I fall. I ran as far, and as fast as I could go, hiding deep into the depths of the thick wood at the foot of our plantation boundary, not caring weather I was mistaken for an animal and shot. A weight was set heavily upon my heart that day, putting me in a state of awareness that from the point I had left my home…nothing would be the same as always."
"I hid, safe, still, for a while before deciding to go home. I didn't have anywhere else to go, no one to turn to. When I arrived, the house had been disturbed. Baritone voices were heard as I walked in through the heavy mahogany door, along with my mother's. The next thing I new, many men came barging out of my father's study holding my father and mother captive. She gave me, for once since I was brought to this world, the best and only advice. "Run Hilde! Run and never look back!" I stumbled back, scared out of my mind as one of the men slapped her across the face, grabbed her by the hair and drug her out. I turned to run, afraid, but it was too late…I felt stranger's hands engulf me in a fierce hold, dragging me out into the setting day."
"That was the last I ever saw of my parents, before set out to discover what the exact meaning of the word 'Sold' preordained…"
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Author's notes: This story is being narrated by Hilde, but at the same time it's like you are watching what she says. Kind of like the way the Motion Picture, based on the story by: Anne Rice, 'Interview with a Vampire' is formatted. Louis tells his story, and then you kind of watch it happen.