AN- Okay everybody, this is my first story. errr, actually, I've
written others but this is the first one Ive published here. Understand?
Good. Please review and all that stuff. There is cussing and violence. If
it offends you- shove off. That's about it. I think.. Oh ya- the technical
stuff. No part of Gundam Wing is mine, other people own the characters and
I am not making any profit off of this. Yada, yada, yada. Ya. Now that's
it. Onto the story!
Hilde sat with her back against the cold, metal cell wall and her feet beneath her. The wall was firm, solid, and unyielding against her spine. Something solid in a very twisted world.
It was odd to think that just under a week ago, Hilde had been free. She had been a respected Oz soldier and now? Now she was one of the most hated prisoners ever to be held captured- a traitor. She had not only helped a Gundam pilot escape- she had killed two soldiers and an officer while doing it. In the semi-darkness Hilde grinned- she was quite proud of that record. But where had it gotten her? A 4 foot by 4 foot cell, with a hard, uncomfortable cot and metal walls.
The air vent was metal, with bars spaced at 4 foot intervals to prevent Hilde from crawling through the ducts to freedom. Not that it had stopped her from trying. She had, of course, been caught and punished. Her punishment? Two days without food; Today being the second day.
Her days in prison had developed into a regular pattern. Two guards were always outside her cell door- as if they expected the Gundam pilot to return and try to rescue her. Twice a day she was let out of the cell to go to the toilet and then she was fed. The food was tasteless to be sure, but it wasn't bad. And there never seemed to be enough. After being fed, the guards took her to be questioned in a very white room with a mirror on one side- so that people could watch the interrogation without being seen. Her questioners were always officials of some sort- and usually came in groups of two or three. They tried everything from beating to bribery to get her to talk.
Hilde wasn't sure what they wanted to know so badly. She had been shown that she was fighting for the right thing with the wrong people. So she had switched sides- in the middle of a battle. She had become one of the few that fought alongside the Gundam Pilots, not against them. Of course, Hilde didn't tell her interrogators any of this. Since they wanted to know so badly she refused to tell them. She preferred the silent treatment. It was always so effective in infuriating high ranking officials.
As Hilde saw it there were two things that they could do to her. Sentence her to life in prison or kill her. There was no way that she would go free unless she escaped. Which was exactly what Hilde planned to do. At first she had waited until a chance to escape presented itself, but so far none had. So she had decided to make a chance herself.
So far, nothing had worked. Her attempt at crawling through the air ducts had failed, the guards had noticed and there was no way she would have been able to get out, even if she hadn't been dragged back down by her ankles. Her attempt at overpowering the guards had failed too, and now they gave her even larger, more muscular guards. Hilde even barricaded herself in the bathroom and tried to climb out the air vent in there(with no luck) and then , when she became more desperate, break through the wall. The wall had turned out to be drywall covering very thick, very hard concrete. As a result, her entire right side was covered in odd colored scrapes and bruises. All that this had gotten her was increased security and no meals.
The-Powers-That-Be had just decided that she had to be handcuffed at all times to prevent her from escaping or being uncooperative. Stupid handcuffs. They rubbed her already sore wrists. Hilde decided that her first action should be to remove the them. And to do that she needed.. her cot. Hilde tried to stand up- but her legs had fallen asleep from sitting in an unnatural position, and her arms were no good, so she fell- flat on her face with a loud SLAPing sound. A guard with bulging muscles and once- was-dark-but-now-is-bleach-blond hair peered into her cell.
"What are you doing?" she asked, gruffly.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Hilde retorted, with her face still pressed against the ground. "I am practicing aerobics- got to stay in shape!" The guard actually laughed and then disappeared. Hilde personally thought that Mrs. Muscle was an idiot. "Give her some slack," Hilde told herself, "she's a blond."
Hilde swung her legs around a bit until the tingly feeling went away and then hauled herself back up. She stumbled over to her cot and moved the mattress off. Underneath she found what she was looking for. Wires. Lots of bed spring wires sticking up at odd angles. Hilde selected one and began to pick her handcuffs.
When she was finished Hilde decided to nap before figuring out how the hell she was going to get out of this mess. ...........................................
Hilde was woken when she was thrown from her cot by a violent rocking motion that swayed the entire complex. She landed, in a heap, in the corner, with her mattress on top of her. Hilde stayed put until the rocking stopped and then staggered to the doorway.
"Hey!" she called. "Hey, what's going on here?" Her guards ignored her. They were to busy talking into their portable vid-phones. Hilde caught a lot of "Yessir"'s and the occasional phrase. From what she could here, the base/prison was under attack, the enemy was unknown, and the rocking had been an explosion. "Gosh", Hilde thought to herself, "I thought it was an earthquake." "You Loser, we are on a colony, we don't get earthquakes in space." A voice in her head chided Hilde. "Fine, Fine. A meteor shower or something, now shut up". The voice obliged just as another explosion rocked the base. Hilde was unprepared, and fell into the cot again, but this time a stray spring cut her forehead, causing blood to pour down her face and blur her vision. "Stupid head wounds." Hilde muttered, whipping the blood away with her hand.
As the rumbles stopped Hilde noticed that there was an unnatural silence around the base. She couldn't here any more "Yessir"'s, or anything else for that matter. Peeking out Hilde saw the same, familiar stretch of boring hallway she saw every time she looked out the window. Except, this time, there were no guards. They appeared to have left.
Hilde didn't know what to do. This was the perfect chance to escape- but she was still locked in her cell. "Damn, Damn, Damn" She muttered. "Profanity does not help the situation." The voice was back. "It god-damn does." Hilde retorted testily. Stupid brain of hers. She was inside, she needed to be out, and now she was having conversations with herself. It wouldn't get wor- footsteps. Hilde heard footsteps, coming down the hallway. Lots and lots of footsteps. Hilde almost ran to the window. Jogging past her window were people. They appeared to be in a hurry- all ignoring her and heading down the hallway. Hilde stuck her arm out and tried to get some attention.
"Hey, Help me out! What's going on?!" She called. Hilde grabbed someone's sleeve and the man turned to look at her. They held eye contact for 20 seconds before he wrenched his arm away. "Traitor Bitch!" he growled before spitting at Hilde. The spittle hit her in the face. Hilde almost couldn't believe it. He had spit on her. That bastard. She wiped off the spit and turned back to the window. The hall looked deserted but she could still here footsteps heading away from her.
And then there was a man running after the soldiers. He took her completely by surprise and she almost didn't recognize him. It was Joe. Joe who was in the same company as her. Joe who had a wife and a baby on the way. Joe who had invited her home for dinner on Christmas when he discovered she didn't have any family left. Joe who might set her free. It was such a surprise that she almost let him run right by.
At the last second Hilde stuck her arm out the window, grabbed his sleeve, and called his name. He stopped dead when he saw her. He didn't move, just stood there, looking at her, almost dumbfounded.
"Joe," Hilde said, "Joe, you have to get me out of here. Joe, please help me. God, get me out of here!"
"Hilde." Joe finally managed to gasp. "What- I- Your still here? I thought- they said- What did you do?- the gundam- the-"
Hilde interrupted. "Joe, I need to get out of here now. If I stay I will die. Just open the door, please, I'm begging you. Just open the door, I'll leave. I'll never come back, I promise, I swear. I won't kill anyone else. Just open the door, Joe."
Joe opened the door and then fled down the hallway. Hilde was shocked. She hadn't really expected him to open the door. She wanted to call "Thankyou" but the voice in her head warned that it would draw unwanted attention to herself. The voice also mentioned that it was a good idea to go in the direction opposite the one the soldiers were taking. Hilde figured that it was good advice, even if it was coming from a voice in her head, and followed it.
The hallway was long, and intersected with another hallway. Hilde glanced both directions. To the left she saw more hallway and to the right she saw double doors. Hilde took a right. When she reached the doors she was more careful. She peeked out the windows and saw. Outside. Sunlight. And nothing else. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door open. An alarm started. "Shit" she thought. The person in her head had no advice now, so she just ran outside with the vague idea that she should get as far from the alarm as possible.
Once she was outside she was forced to stop though. The sunlight had blinded her. Blinking she regained her vision and felt a surge of triumph. She knew where she was. The building in front of her was full of equipment- including weapons and vehicles. Hilde figured that a car would definitely help her escape. But, just as she started to run towards the building, there was another explosion. This one was so close that the debris hit Hilde, and she was knocked to ground, again. She heard shouts and people came running. Shit! The voice suddenly chimed in again. "Sit still-" "I'm not sitting." Hilde replied irritably. "You know what I mean." The voice responded, sounding harassed. Hilde sat still. She just lay there, unmoving, while people ran past. She could see their little feet out of the corner of her eyes. "Maybe they just think I am dead." Hilde thought before getting up and running towards the building. ...........................................
AN: So, what do you think? I've got the rest written but I need to edit bits so that the story s the way I want it. Is this story just rubbish or is it good so far? Please review. I need reviews! Please!
Hilde sat with her back against the cold, metal cell wall and her feet beneath her. The wall was firm, solid, and unyielding against her spine. Something solid in a very twisted world.
It was odd to think that just under a week ago, Hilde had been free. She had been a respected Oz soldier and now? Now she was one of the most hated prisoners ever to be held captured- a traitor. She had not only helped a Gundam pilot escape- she had killed two soldiers and an officer while doing it. In the semi-darkness Hilde grinned- she was quite proud of that record. But where had it gotten her? A 4 foot by 4 foot cell, with a hard, uncomfortable cot and metal walls.
The air vent was metal, with bars spaced at 4 foot intervals to prevent Hilde from crawling through the ducts to freedom. Not that it had stopped her from trying. She had, of course, been caught and punished. Her punishment? Two days without food; Today being the second day.
Her days in prison had developed into a regular pattern. Two guards were always outside her cell door- as if they expected the Gundam pilot to return and try to rescue her. Twice a day she was let out of the cell to go to the toilet and then she was fed. The food was tasteless to be sure, but it wasn't bad. And there never seemed to be enough. After being fed, the guards took her to be questioned in a very white room with a mirror on one side- so that people could watch the interrogation without being seen. Her questioners were always officials of some sort- and usually came in groups of two or three. They tried everything from beating to bribery to get her to talk.
Hilde wasn't sure what they wanted to know so badly. She had been shown that she was fighting for the right thing with the wrong people. So she had switched sides- in the middle of a battle. She had become one of the few that fought alongside the Gundam Pilots, not against them. Of course, Hilde didn't tell her interrogators any of this. Since they wanted to know so badly she refused to tell them. She preferred the silent treatment. It was always so effective in infuriating high ranking officials.
As Hilde saw it there were two things that they could do to her. Sentence her to life in prison or kill her. There was no way that she would go free unless she escaped. Which was exactly what Hilde planned to do. At first she had waited until a chance to escape presented itself, but so far none had. So she had decided to make a chance herself.
So far, nothing had worked. Her attempt at crawling through the air ducts had failed, the guards had noticed and there was no way she would have been able to get out, even if she hadn't been dragged back down by her ankles. Her attempt at overpowering the guards had failed too, and now they gave her even larger, more muscular guards. Hilde even barricaded herself in the bathroom and tried to climb out the air vent in there(with no luck) and then , when she became more desperate, break through the wall. The wall had turned out to be drywall covering very thick, very hard concrete. As a result, her entire right side was covered in odd colored scrapes and bruises. All that this had gotten her was increased security and no meals.
The-Powers-That-Be had just decided that she had to be handcuffed at all times to prevent her from escaping or being uncooperative. Stupid handcuffs. They rubbed her already sore wrists. Hilde decided that her first action should be to remove the them. And to do that she needed.. her cot. Hilde tried to stand up- but her legs had fallen asleep from sitting in an unnatural position, and her arms were no good, so she fell- flat on her face with a loud SLAPing sound. A guard with bulging muscles and once- was-dark-but-now-is-bleach-blond hair peered into her cell.
"What are you doing?" she asked, gruffly.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Hilde retorted, with her face still pressed against the ground. "I am practicing aerobics- got to stay in shape!" The guard actually laughed and then disappeared. Hilde personally thought that Mrs. Muscle was an idiot. "Give her some slack," Hilde told herself, "she's a blond."
Hilde swung her legs around a bit until the tingly feeling went away and then hauled herself back up. She stumbled over to her cot and moved the mattress off. Underneath she found what she was looking for. Wires. Lots of bed spring wires sticking up at odd angles. Hilde selected one and began to pick her handcuffs.
When she was finished Hilde decided to nap before figuring out how the hell she was going to get out of this mess. ...........................................
Hilde was woken when she was thrown from her cot by a violent rocking motion that swayed the entire complex. She landed, in a heap, in the corner, with her mattress on top of her. Hilde stayed put until the rocking stopped and then staggered to the doorway.
"Hey!" she called. "Hey, what's going on here?" Her guards ignored her. They were to busy talking into their portable vid-phones. Hilde caught a lot of "Yessir"'s and the occasional phrase. From what she could here, the base/prison was under attack, the enemy was unknown, and the rocking had been an explosion. "Gosh", Hilde thought to herself, "I thought it was an earthquake." "You Loser, we are on a colony, we don't get earthquakes in space." A voice in her head chided Hilde. "Fine, Fine. A meteor shower or something, now shut up". The voice obliged just as another explosion rocked the base. Hilde was unprepared, and fell into the cot again, but this time a stray spring cut her forehead, causing blood to pour down her face and blur her vision. "Stupid head wounds." Hilde muttered, whipping the blood away with her hand.
As the rumbles stopped Hilde noticed that there was an unnatural silence around the base. She couldn't here any more "Yessir"'s, or anything else for that matter. Peeking out Hilde saw the same, familiar stretch of boring hallway she saw every time she looked out the window. Except, this time, there were no guards. They appeared to have left.
Hilde didn't know what to do. This was the perfect chance to escape- but she was still locked in her cell. "Damn, Damn, Damn" She muttered. "Profanity does not help the situation." The voice was back. "It god-damn does." Hilde retorted testily. Stupid brain of hers. She was inside, she needed to be out, and now she was having conversations with herself. It wouldn't get wor- footsteps. Hilde heard footsteps, coming down the hallway. Lots and lots of footsteps. Hilde almost ran to the window. Jogging past her window were people. They appeared to be in a hurry- all ignoring her and heading down the hallway. Hilde stuck her arm out and tried to get some attention.
"Hey, Help me out! What's going on?!" She called. Hilde grabbed someone's sleeve and the man turned to look at her. They held eye contact for 20 seconds before he wrenched his arm away. "Traitor Bitch!" he growled before spitting at Hilde. The spittle hit her in the face. Hilde almost couldn't believe it. He had spit on her. That bastard. She wiped off the spit and turned back to the window. The hall looked deserted but she could still here footsteps heading away from her.
And then there was a man running after the soldiers. He took her completely by surprise and she almost didn't recognize him. It was Joe. Joe who was in the same company as her. Joe who had a wife and a baby on the way. Joe who had invited her home for dinner on Christmas when he discovered she didn't have any family left. Joe who might set her free. It was such a surprise that she almost let him run right by.
At the last second Hilde stuck her arm out the window, grabbed his sleeve, and called his name. He stopped dead when he saw her. He didn't move, just stood there, looking at her, almost dumbfounded.
"Joe," Hilde said, "Joe, you have to get me out of here. Joe, please help me. God, get me out of here!"
"Hilde." Joe finally managed to gasp. "What- I- Your still here? I thought- they said- What did you do?- the gundam- the-"
Hilde interrupted. "Joe, I need to get out of here now. If I stay I will die. Just open the door, please, I'm begging you. Just open the door, I'll leave. I'll never come back, I promise, I swear. I won't kill anyone else. Just open the door, Joe."
Joe opened the door and then fled down the hallway. Hilde was shocked. She hadn't really expected him to open the door. She wanted to call "Thankyou" but the voice in her head warned that it would draw unwanted attention to herself. The voice also mentioned that it was a good idea to go in the direction opposite the one the soldiers were taking. Hilde figured that it was good advice, even if it was coming from a voice in her head, and followed it.
The hallway was long, and intersected with another hallway. Hilde glanced both directions. To the left she saw more hallway and to the right she saw double doors. Hilde took a right. When she reached the doors she was more careful. She peeked out the windows and saw. Outside. Sunlight. And nothing else. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door open. An alarm started. "Shit" she thought. The person in her head had no advice now, so she just ran outside with the vague idea that she should get as far from the alarm as possible.
Once she was outside she was forced to stop though. The sunlight had blinded her. Blinking she regained her vision and felt a surge of triumph. She knew where she was. The building in front of her was full of equipment- including weapons and vehicles. Hilde figured that a car would definitely help her escape. But, just as she started to run towards the building, there was another explosion. This one was so close that the debris hit Hilde, and she was knocked to ground, again. She heard shouts and people came running. Shit! The voice suddenly chimed in again. "Sit still-" "I'm not sitting." Hilde replied irritably. "You know what I mean." The voice responded, sounding harassed. Hilde sat still. She just lay there, unmoving, while people ran past. She could see their little feet out of the corner of her eyes. "Maybe they just think I am dead." Hilde thought before getting up and running towards the building. ...........................................
AN: So, what do you think? I've got the rest written but I need to edit bits so that the story s the way I want it. Is this story just rubbish or is it good so far? Please review. I need reviews! Please!