Small warning: Mention of torture and it's rather dark, well not to dark. Just read and find out ^__^
Black & White
By: Kou
--The Prologue--
The Gundam pilot blinked his eye's open. He didn't know if it was day or night and had lost any sense of the time. He had been stuck in the same cell for who knows how long and really didn't care. The young pilot wanted out of the hellhole he was in more then anything. His cell smelled of blood, sweat, and stale urine, constant reminders of his mistake.
He scolded himself for being caught in the first place. He was a Gundam pilot, he was supposed to be one of the best. That's how he was trained, but he was proved wrong. One year, one year after the war had ended he had been caught. They had all split up, except Quatre and Trowa. The peaceful happy pilot of Sandrock and the quite tall one of Heavyarms had gotten close during that war.
He left for a few reasons. He wanted to get away from the fighting, sure he seemed like he liked it, but in all truths hated more then anything. Another was to get away from his past, the memory's and the pain they caused. No matter how he looked at it or tried to change it, everything that he had lost, everything he held dear to him, was destroyed by the war, the Gundams and him.
Then in one year... It had been a hard day for him that day. He had left his safe quite home to pay his respects to the people he had lost, to all the places he had a mission and innocent people got involved and where killed. He should have known better that the still remaining fighting OZ soldiers would be hiding at those decollate, destroyed places. They got him from behind; he had barely heard them before they where on him. He struggled, but they got to him with a bar to the temples first and he was enveloped in darkness and darkness was his friend.
He was in darkness now, and it helped hide him, helped hide him being a failure, it hid his shame, his pain, it just hid him from everything and everyone. The door to his cell opened and a bright light shown in. Someone had taken away his darkness, now he was exposed for the world to see. He was a pathetic site to see, clothes torn and dirty, skin tight around his bone's from lack of food.
He moved his head up to see two men entered the small cell. One was carrying a metal bar, the other one carrying a whip. He knew why they where here. They did this every so often, to get information out of him or just for fun to see him in pain. He had the wounds from it, they where clearly visible trough his torn and shredded clothes. Some wounds where old and scarred over, other's where newer and the dry blood hadn't rubbed off yet. There would be more after this, more scars, more pain, more reminders.
The man with the bar bent down and extended his hand to lifted up the young pilot's face, filled with anger, pain and fear. His mask's where no longer there, he was exposed. "So pretty boy, you gonna tell us where you hid your little Gundam?" The young pilot just glared at him, he wasn't going to answer them no matter what they did to him. The first man frowned then turned to the second man, "Looks like the pretty boy isn't going to tell us anything." The second man just smiled "That's fine by me." The first man smirked and turned to the Gundam pilot "Well Mr.Chang looks like where gonna have a little fun."
The cell door was closed and screams where heard through out the base.
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Black & White
By: Kou
--The Prologue--
The Gundam pilot blinked his eye's open. He didn't know if it was day or night and had lost any sense of the time. He had been stuck in the same cell for who knows how long and really didn't care. The young pilot wanted out of the hellhole he was in more then anything. His cell smelled of blood, sweat, and stale urine, constant reminders of his mistake.
He scolded himself for being caught in the first place. He was a Gundam pilot, he was supposed to be one of the best. That's how he was trained, but he was proved wrong. One year, one year after the war had ended he had been caught. They had all split up, except Quatre and Trowa. The peaceful happy pilot of Sandrock and the quite tall one of Heavyarms had gotten close during that war.
He left for a few reasons. He wanted to get away from the fighting, sure he seemed like he liked it, but in all truths hated more then anything. Another was to get away from his past, the memory's and the pain they caused. No matter how he looked at it or tried to change it, everything that he had lost, everything he held dear to him, was destroyed by the war, the Gundams and him.
Then in one year... It had been a hard day for him that day. He had left his safe quite home to pay his respects to the people he had lost, to all the places he had a mission and innocent people got involved and where killed. He should have known better that the still remaining fighting OZ soldiers would be hiding at those decollate, destroyed places. They got him from behind; he had barely heard them before they where on him. He struggled, but they got to him with a bar to the temples first and he was enveloped in darkness and darkness was his friend.
He was in darkness now, and it helped hide him, helped hide him being a failure, it hid his shame, his pain, it just hid him from everything and everyone. The door to his cell opened and a bright light shown in. Someone had taken away his darkness, now he was exposed for the world to see. He was a pathetic site to see, clothes torn and dirty, skin tight around his bone's from lack of food.
He moved his head up to see two men entered the small cell. One was carrying a metal bar, the other one carrying a whip. He knew why they where here. They did this every so often, to get information out of him or just for fun to see him in pain. He had the wounds from it, they where clearly visible trough his torn and shredded clothes. Some wounds where old and scarred over, other's where newer and the dry blood hadn't rubbed off yet. There would be more after this, more scars, more pain, more reminders.
The man with the bar bent down and extended his hand to lifted up the young pilot's face, filled with anger, pain and fear. His mask's where no longer there, he was exposed. "So pretty boy, you gonna tell us where you hid your little Gundam?" The young pilot just glared at him, he wasn't going to answer them no matter what they did to him. The first man frowned then turned to the second man, "Looks like the pretty boy isn't going to tell us anything." The second man just smiled "That's fine by me." The first man smirked and turned to the Gundam pilot "Well Mr.Chang looks like where gonna have a little fun."
The cell door was closed and screams where heard through out the base.
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