White Hell
A Crossover
By M-chan
Disclaimer: I don't own Heero Yuy.
Chapter One: Welcome to My White Hell
Insane? No, I'm not insane. Not like the doctors in this white washed prison think I am. I'm not like the rest of the wackos in here. The killers, suicides and anorexic idiots that dwell in the cells around me, trapping me inside this white hell.
It's funny, really. Most people, when they think of hell, they describe a place full of fire and brimstone, where Satan torments evil souls, burning them again and again till the end of time. When someone asks me, "What do you think hell is like?", I reply, "I'm already living in it." Satan? Head shrink. And the fire? The shitty treatments he puts us through.
Insane? No I'm not insane. Just...disturbed.
So, if I'm only disturbed, than why am I forc-
....
It's one of the doctor's lackeys and there's someone behind him. He doesn't look like one of the Doc's minions. In facts, he's dressed much like me, the shirt a little looser maybe.
I close my note book (they're given to everyone. The only thing that I've kept from the Doc) and smirked, pushing my bust a little farther off the bed. I get my desired reaction as both the lackey and the newbie blush. Hey, I'm proud of my body.
Seeing as how most of the females here, with the exception of your run-of-the-mill ax wielding husband killing psychopath, were annies* with flat chests. So, I have a right to flaunt, if you ask me.
The lackey leaves and I take this time to examine my new roomie. He chose the bottom bunk across from my top one on the right. His hair is the same shade as mine, in unruly spikes. He turns to glare at me, blue eyes flashing a death glare my way. I return it full force, tinted green. He seems surprised and takes a step back. The brunette visibly gathers himself and walks over to me and offers a hand. "I'm Heero Yuy."
I look at his outstretched had for a second, then burst out laughing, the sound cold and grating in the air. Ignoring him, I turn back and begin writing once more.
This living hell must stop or I must find a way out of here other than death. I don't know which one is easier, but I will try.
M-chan: First of all, this fic disturbs me. Extremely. And I have no feeling why. It's just the feeling at the base of my neck. Two, any one who guess the character who's POV this is told from will get pocky! 7 reviews or no second chapter!
A Crossover
By M-chan
Disclaimer: I don't own Heero Yuy.
Chapter One: Welcome to My White Hell
Insane? No, I'm not insane. Not like the doctors in this white washed prison think I am. I'm not like the rest of the wackos in here. The killers, suicides and anorexic idiots that dwell in the cells around me, trapping me inside this white hell.
It's funny, really. Most people, when they think of hell, they describe a place full of fire and brimstone, where Satan torments evil souls, burning them again and again till the end of time. When someone asks me, "What do you think hell is like?", I reply, "I'm already living in it." Satan? Head shrink. And the fire? The shitty treatments he puts us through.
Insane? No I'm not insane. Just...disturbed.
So, if I'm only disturbed, than why am I forc-
....
It's one of the doctor's lackeys and there's someone behind him. He doesn't look like one of the Doc's minions. In facts, he's dressed much like me, the shirt a little looser maybe.
I close my note book (they're given to everyone. The only thing that I've kept from the Doc) and smirked, pushing my bust a little farther off the bed. I get my desired reaction as both the lackey and the newbie blush. Hey, I'm proud of my body.
Seeing as how most of the females here, with the exception of your run-of-the-mill ax wielding husband killing psychopath, were annies* with flat chests. So, I have a right to flaunt, if you ask me.
The lackey leaves and I take this time to examine my new roomie. He chose the bottom bunk across from my top one on the right. His hair is the same shade as mine, in unruly spikes. He turns to glare at me, blue eyes flashing a death glare my way. I return it full force, tinted green. He seems surprised and takes a step back. The brunette visibly gathers himself and walks over to me and offers a hand. "I'm Heero Yuy."
I look at his outstretched had for a second, then burst out laughing, the sound cold and grating in the air. Ignoring him, I turn back and begin writing once more.
This living hell must stop or I must find a way out of here other than death. I don't know which one is easier, but I will try.
M-chan: First of all, this fic disturbs me. Extremely. And I have no feeling why. It's just the feeling at the base of my neck. Two, any one who guess the character who's POV this is told from will get pocky! 7 reviews or no second chapter!