Title: Double Helix
Author: Severed Mind
Pairing: Mainly 2x1
Rating: Eventually M
Summary: The wars have ended, but not without consequence. Heero finds himself torn between the dream of a new life and the haunting nightmares of a past that refuses to let him go.
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine, not mine, not mine.
Author's Note: Don't worry folks, I'm not giving up on my other stories, just been hit with some evil writer's block and school has been hectic. I thought maybe a new story would help spur my imagination. Leave plenty of reviews, I like the attention :P
Prologue: Birth
On the floor, leaves of paper and debris covered the scuffed tiles. Bits of wiring poked through the shattered light fixtures from the damaged ceiling. The abandoned laboratory was in complete disrepair, yet there still was the faltering drone of a dying generator filling in the silence. Hoses connected to the generator snaked towards a massive glass tube about the size and shape of a coffin left resting in the corner.
The room was dark save for a faint glow that emanated from inside those glass confines. Ribbons of light were reflected against the walls and ceiling, flowing in a wavy dance, indicating that there was some sort of clear liquid that filled the tube. In the liquid there lay a body, a human body, floating within the lucid tank. No signs of life could be detected from it, appearing to be asleep.
Its rounded face was mostly hidden beneath a sea of long hair while a mask, apparently used to provide oxygen, obscured the rest of its facial features. Its completely nude sinewy (and obviously male) body, bobbed up and down in the glass tank, almost peaceful. The generator sputtered with the last of its energy, unable to stay alive, and finally died with a puff of blackened smoke seeping out from its internal gears. Moments passed before the body jolted in spasms, oxygen deprivation clearly felt.
Hands suddenly began pounding and clawing at the glass. The furious jerks of his body twisting desperately inside the tank, somewhat slowed by the fluid which drowned it. Eyes that were once hidden were now opened wide and held panic in their depths. He had to get out, he couldn't breathe.
Unbeknownst hidden strength made it able for him to ultimately punch through the thick glass with one final slam of his right fist. The liquid now appearing to be more viscous, slopped onto the dirty floors, oozing out in disgustingly wet and thick splatters. Tearing off the useless mask, he gulped in his first fresh lungful of air before finishing his destruction of his glass coffin, not caring whether small cuts were being made all over his exposed skin. He simply wanted out of the claustrophobic space.
Once free, he stood in the empty room for a matter of minutes that seemed like hours, trying to take in everything. Trying to understand. Trying to remember.
'Where...am I?'