untitled Gundam wing fic prolouge only

by hopeseternalflame

please read then look at my poll for other options. i have a few fics, but i'm not sure which to focus on. most are gundam wing, but there are a couple of other ones as well. please read and vote on my poll for your favorite, so i know which ones to focu

Prologue

During the prologue, time moves much slower to OC than it actually does. A bolded "weeks" represents what the OC thinks has been the length of time trapped/left. See below for a translation chart for OC's thoughts compared to the actual timeline. And yes I know it won't make sense in chapter one, but it will be explained in later chapters.

Imprisonment time frame:

01 week in cell = 01 month real time

2 weeks in cell = 02 month real time

3 weeks in cell = 04 month real time

4 weeks in cell = 06 month real time

5 weeks in cell = 07 month real time

6 weeks in cell = 08 month real time

7 weeks in cell = 10 month real time

8 weeks in cell = 12 month real time

2 months = 1 year

4 months = 2years

Etc…

June 2012

"Nghh (ughh)" I groaned, as I regained consciousness. My head was pounding and my body really ached, which it shouldn't. I struggled to sit up. Ugh… Why does my head hurt so much? I finally managed to push myself into a sitting position. I tried to look around, but since my eyes were so blurry I couldn't see a thing. Not that it mattered, since it was almost pitch-black in the "room", and I'm pretty much blind without my glasses. From What I could tell, though, I was in a small, dark, cell-like cage. I sighed and put a hand to my head, trying to fight off the killer migraine that was threatening to take over. Where the hell am I and how the frick did I get here…why can't I remember anything?...

August A.C. 201

It seemed as if time had just about frozen in place. Days blurred to weeks, then to months, then to years. I had nearly forgotten what lies beyond my prison. I still couldn't remember why I was stuck here, or who had taken and imprisoned me here. I knew one thing for sure though; the person who put me here has, conveniently, forgotten me. All my cell really had was a bed, with a thin blanket and no mattress, a full covered water barrel, and five loaves of bread. Unfortunately, I ran out of bread about a week ago and the water barrel only had about 8 weeks left in it. I also knew that I could survive 4 weeks without food and 2 weeks without water, and that I would only live another 3 weeks after it ran out. I knew that I had to get out of here before that, or I would never leave. I doubted that would ever happen though, so even though I hoped for a rescue, I had resigned myself to this fate.