Neo Gundam Wing
Episode 3 - More Of Myself Than I Want.
Disclaimer: Nope..don't own a damn thing...so don't
sue me you goverment bastards!
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---Rachel's home---

Rachel opens the door to her home and walks in. She throws her bag on the floor next to the door and walks into her bedroom. A few minutes later, she comes home, changed into her casual clothes. She sits down at the computer and turns it on.

Rachel: Hmm, nobody on my list. *she opens up her e-mail* Huh? That's a username I've never seen before...might be a virus, better be careful.

She opens the unknown e-mail addressed from "x13633mpk67@nn.server98.org".

-E-mail-

Rachel Mikal,

I know you've had a dream last night. It may seem odd to you, but I know why you had it. I know that you saw who you'd want to be your closest friend, your love, and someone who became your friend today. Please, go back to sleep, I need to speak with you, but I can only do that in your dreams. Trust me, I am not a fake.

- Kain

Rachel: *shocked at this* How the? ...should I go back to sleep? Ugh, what do I do now? Hey I just noticed something, why isn't mom home? Mom!? *she truns the computer off and starts looking around the house for her mother* Where is she? Hmm. Kain, if he was in my dream, how could he contact me in the real world? *rubs her eyes* This is so confusing.

-10:04pm-

Rachel: *sitting on the couch watching TV, trying to get her mind off that e-mail. She starts to nod off, and finally falls asleep* *Almost imediatly she wakes up again, but to an unfamilier ceiling. She sits up and looks around, her clothes are back to the ones she was wearing earlier, and beside her in a chair, fast asleep is Kyle.* Kyle?
Kyle: *stirs a bit and opens one eye* Hey you, you're awake.
Rachel: Why're you sleeping in that chair?
Kyle: *yawn* I was watching over you.
Rachel: Why?
Kyle: Well, you fell asleep on my shoulder, Izzy, and Sarah came back, we got a couple of motel rooms and I carried you in here. When you didn't wake up the next morning, even when I desperatly tried to wake you, I was getting worried...I've been here since.
Rachel: How long was I out?
Kyle: *looks at his watch, which is now set properly* a good 36 hours I'd say.
Rachel: Wow...that's a long time. *she hops out of the bed* Ugh, I'm hungry.
Kyle: *stands up and stretches* Well, not eating for almost 2 whole days will do that to you.
Sarah: *walks in the door* Hey! you're awake.
Rachel: Gooooooooood mornin' Sarah! *grin*
Sarah: Good morning to you too. Have a nice sleep?
Rachel: Not really. I had a weird dream.
Sarah: Well, you're in the real world now so let's go get some breakfast.
Kyle: Food!
Rachel: *walks out the door with Sarah as Kyle tries to find his shoes* Do we have money now?
Sarah: Well, not really, but we will in a few days.
Rachel: So how are we going to pay for Breakfast?
Sarah: We're going to use what's left of Izzy's money from his guitar.
Rachel: So you did pawn his guitar? Poor Izzy.
Sarah: Why do you say that?
Rachel: Because, I knew what he liked, being the most obsessed fan of his band and all. And his guitar was his life.
Sarah: ...oh. I didn't know that. No wonder he looked a little depressed when he handed it over to the guy behind the counter.
Rachel: I wonder how he's taking it...where is he anyway?
Sarah: Sleeping, he had to work last night.
Rachel: Oh right, I forgot. Hey, didn't Kyle say he was going to work too?
Sarah: Yes, but I filled in for him. The poor boy was worried about you. I think he has a thing for you.
Rachel: *smile* Yes, I think he does. *to herself* ...I hope he does.
Sarah: Anyways, we're going to go to the Tim Horton's down the street here.
Kyle: *comes running up behind the girls* Hey! You two didn't wait for me! That was mean!
Rachel: Oh hush up Kyle, you're going to get food, so be happy. *grin*
Kyle: Food! *both girls laugh*
Sarah: Kyle, you're one strange guy-Wait! What am I saying!? All guys like food!
Rachel: Actually I think they're in love with the stuff.
Sarah: Like the old saying goes, the way to a guy's heart is through his stomach! *they laugh again*

---Unknown---

Izzy steps through bright green double doors and inside he finds a hallway, a school hallway. It's dark and there's nobody in sight. Izzy starts walking down the halls. He stops, and steps again. Each time his foot touches the ground in a full step a static image of a normal student filled school hallway appears but disapears immediatly after. He continues walking, and each time he steps the scenes of the normal schooll stay longer. He gets halfway down that hall and is completely emmersed in the real school. But he can't hear a thing. He looks around at everyone, noone seems to see him. He looks straight ahead and he can see a boy, about the same age as him, with dark green hair, dressed all in black, at the end of the hallway. A bright light shines of the cross on a chain around his neck to the one Izzy's wearing, which is the exact same. The other boy looks up and stares at Izzy. Izzy's eyes go wide. The other boy IS Izzy.

Izzy: What the hell is this!?
Other Izzy: This is what you want isn't it? You want the real world?
Izzy: What are you talking about?
Other Izzy: Travelling through dimensions and time? You being a chosen one? The immortal? Ha! That's all a dream Izlude. THIS is the real. *motions his hands to everything around him* You are not the real Izlude Vormav, I am.
Izzy: That's a lie!
Other Izzy: Is it? You know the truth. *grin*
Izzy: Get out of my head! *bolts up in a bed* Huh? ...It was a dream. *puts his hand on his chest, his heart is beating rapidly* That was too weird. *lays back down, and looks at the clock on the bedside table* 9 o'clock. *sigh*

---Tim Horton's---

Sarah and Rachel are staring at Kyle as he swallows another chilli bun bowl in one giant bite.

Rachel: Kyle.
Kyle: *growl*
Sarah: *australian explorer* As we observe the Savage species and it's eating habits, we must stay at least 2 feet from it and be sure not to disturb it. Otherwise WE might become it's next meal.
Rachel: Yes, I agree.
Kyle: *finishes the last off his food and leans back in the seat, and belches* Damn that was a good breakfast.
Sarah: Finished?
Kyle: Yup.
Sarah: Good, now can we get out of here, we have alot to do today.
Rachel: What's that?
Sarah: We're going to get what we need to survive. And go back to the school to see what we can find for a way to get back.
Kyle: What about Iz?
Sarah: We'll wait till he gets up.
Izzy: *walks into the Tim Horton's*
Kyle: Whoa, speak of the devil. *points behind the girls, they turn araound and see Izzy, and he sees the group and begins to walk over*
Sarah: Aren't you tired?
Izzy: Not really, I can go for awhile more without sleep.
Kyle: How much ya get?
Izzy: About an hour...maybe less. So what's happening?
Sarah: We're gonna go back to the school.
Izzy: alright, let's go.
Kyle: *stands up and belches again*
Izzy: *sweatdrop* You ate this place out again didn't you?
Kyle: Hey! I ate our dimension's out.
Girls: *sweatdrop*

---Peacecraft Academy Auditorium---

Izzy: *sits in one of the seats near the back of the room*
Kyle: *walks up to him* Aren't ya gonna look for anything? ...Iz? Izzy? IZLUDE!
Izzy: *pissed off* What?!
Kyle: Aren't you gonna help us look?
Izzy: We're not gonna find anything, so why bother?
Kyle: What's your problem?
Izzy: You! I'm outa here. *stands up and storms out of the building*
Sarah: Kyle! What'd you do?!
Kyle: I'm too drunk to remember.
Sarah: *stomps up to Kyle and decks him right in the face*
Kyle: ....wrong answer! *holds his nose*
Sarah: Now, what'd you do?
Kyle: I don't know, Iz got all pissed off when I asked him if he was goin' to help and then he ran off.
Sarah: I'm going after him. *walks out the door*
Rachel: *Walks up to Kyle* You shouldn't have said that. Are you alright?
Kyle: Damn that girl hits hard! *pulls his hands off his nose and sees blood all over his palms* Really hard.
Rachel: Oh, that must hurt.

---Suburban Streets---

Izzy walks down the street with his hands in his pockets, his head hanging low.

Izzy: ...I'm not real, none of this is. But why does it feel so real?
Sarah: *runs up behind Izzy and slows to his pace beside him*
Izzy: ...I'm not real.
Sarah: What are you talking about?
Izzy: I'm not real Sarah. I'm just a dream.
Sarah: Izzy, you're not making sense. If this is about the whole chosen one thing, we'll need to see Kain again about it.
Izzy: No. That's not what I'm talking about.
Sarah: What is it?
Izzy: When I went to sleep after work, I had dream.
Sarah: You're all pissed off about a dream? I had to punch Kyle for pissing you off.
Izzy: You punched Kyle?
Sarah: Yes. He deserved it.
Izzy: Look, Sarah. I want to know something.
Sarah: Hey I asked you a question first.
Izzy: Answer this and I might answer yours.
Sarah: Alright, what's your question?
Izzy: My question is, why do you care so much to ask me what's bothering me? I thought you were sent to gid rid of me.
Sarah: *stares at the sidewalk and stops*
Izzy: *stops and turns around to look at her*
Sarah: ...I- I'm not sure. I- ....
Izzy: It's alright, I didn't think you acutally knew.
Sarah: ...are you still going to answer my question?
Izzy: Yes. What I'm mad about is, that in this dream, I saw myself, but it wasn't me. I saw an alternate me. And this Izlude said that I was just a dream. Just a figment of his imagination. If I wanted real, that's what he was.
Sarah: *walks up to Izzy again*
Izzy: Truth would be the dream I would make real, but I can't handle it.
Sarah: No one can handle the truth, but it must be told.
Izzy: You're right, but IS what was said in my dream the truth?
Sarah: I don't know, that's something you'll have to figure out on your own Izzy.

---Unknown---

Man: Is the production model ready?
Worker: No sir. We are having some problems getting the neural connectors to respond to the pilot's brain. *In the backround a big crash is heard and men screaming run past the two* It's gone berzerk again! Who's piloting?!

Izzy: *Bolts up in his bed* ...What the hell? *looks at the clock* Well I got a bit more sleep this time... *throws the covers off and climbs out of the bed*
Kyle: *walks in the main door of the motel room* Iz! Ya gotta get to work man!
Izzy: *putting on a shirt* Yeah yeah. You just better be ready to get your ass over there when I'm done.
Kyle: Look man, sorry about earlier.
Izzy: It's alright. *puts on his shoes and takes the keys from Kyle* Later.
Kyle: Yup. *goes to the mini-fridge and takes out a can of soda, he sits down on his bed and pops it open* Where the hell did the remote go? *looks at his night stand* Oh there it is! *reaches for it but spills his pop* Ah shit.

Izzy: *walking across the street to the 7 Eleven. He notices a boy about 15 years old come out with a friend about the same age. Izzy's eyes go wide and he stops dead in the parking lot* That's....me....and Kyle?
Younger Izzy: I'm goin' home. It's gettin' late.
Younger Kyle: Yeah it is. Kay, cya.
Younger Izzy: Jam tomorrow?
Younger Kyle: Sure! Meet ya at C's!
Younger Izzy: Later. *walks off*
Younger Kyle: *heads the oppisite direction*
Izzy: Holy shit. *blink* *walks into the 7 Eleven* Hey Chris.
Chris: Yo Izzy. Ya got five bucks?
Izzy: You know I don't.
Chris: Ah shit yeah, I forgot. Well thanks anyway. Cya tomorrow.
Izzy: Later.

---Sarah/Rachel's Motel Room---

Sarah: *sitting in bed reading a book*
Rachel: *comes out of the bathroom and flops on her own bed* I'm sure glad we went shopping today. It feels fo good to have a clean pair of clothes on!
Sarah: I agree. It's deffinetly better than staying in one pair of clothes for days on end. I wonder how guys can stand it.
Rachel: I have no idea. Nor do I want to. It's just disgusting. *looks over at Sarah and sees the book* What're you reading?
Sarah: Hmm? Oh it's "Placing The Blame". It's a pretty good book.
Rachel: What's it about?
Sarah: It's about this guy who gets acused of murder. But he was framed...the usual cops story.
Rachel: Sounds it.

---7 Eleven---

Izzy: *yawn* Slow night. *the door opens an 5 guys walk in, Izzy slightly glares at them.*
Guy 1: *runs up to the counter and puts a handgun to Izzy's forehead* Gimme all the money ya got in that register and your wallet!
Izzy: *keeps his same glare* And what if I refuse? *thinking: 5, one at the fridge, one at the slushie machine, one at the magazines, one by the door, and this jackass infront of me.
Guy 1: Then I'll blow your fucking brains all over the floor!
Izzy: *keeps his glare still* Then I refuse.
Guy: *pulls the trigger*

---Motel---

Rachel: What the hell was that?!
Sarah: Sounded like a gun shot! Or a car back firing.

---7 Eleven---

Izzy: *has the guy pinned on the floor, his foot on the guys throat a gun pointed to his head, as the others all point guns at him* That, was a mistake.
Guy 2: *at the magazines* How the fuck did he do that?!
Izzy: *fires the gun* 1 down. *looks at the guy by the door, still with the same glare. The others open fire on him* Shit. *ducks under the array of bullets and rolls to the feet of the guy at the slushie machine, sweeping his legs out from under him. From this angle he also shot the guy at the fridge. Izzy stood up qucikly seeing the one near the door flee and only the guy by the magazines left.*
Guy 2: DIE! *his gun only clicks, the clip is empty* Shit!
Izzy: *points the gun at him, but drops and leaps across the counter feet first kicking the guy, puching him back into the shelf. Izzy stands up. brushing himself off. He hears sirens outside* Took them long enough. *preventors storm into the store points guns at Izzy. The leader of the group Izzy recognizes almost instantly* ...Heero Yuy.


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OK! What the fuck am I smoking? Is it all a dream? Or what the hell?! AND! I've done a complete 180 on my main character! He's gone from a confused as hell kid to a killer, in such a short time. But it'll all lead to something in the end! You'll just have to wait and see! ^_^ Oh, I think I might have to add, that I JUST figured out my own plot. I've just kind of been wingin' it from Ep 1, but now I've actually got a bit of an actual storyline in my head.

-Zero

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