Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing…
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Pain. Unbelievable pain. That was all that filled my mind as I woke up. Groggily, I tried to remember how long I'd been in my cell… I couldn't conjure up the number—it had been far too long, and I had no window to tell me when daylight began and night ended. It had been at least a week, though—my stomach told me that much. Oh, yes. They'd kept me alive just enough to torture me, feeding me almost nothing and 'watering' me enough to keep me from dying of dehydration.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. I was going to die in here, and I hadn't even done anything.
(Flashback)
"Hey, you go on ahead, Jaime—I'll catch up later."
My best friend turned around. "Kristen?"
She sounded worried. "Are you sure?"
I grinned and nodded. "Yeah! Don't worry about it—I'll be fine. Besides, I'm just gonna check something out. I'll be back within an hour, okay?"
She hesitated, but nodded. "I'll be waiting."
I turned around, but I could feel her eyes on my back until I rounded a bend in the road. I sighed. Ever since my family died in a bomb raid, I've been staying at her house. I knew that with the war going on, nowhere was safe, but staying at Jaime's place was better than staying somewhere else alone. And besides, we were best friends—newly graduated from high school, and almost done with our first year of college. She was 19, and I was 18, so we were both still young enough that we lived with her parents.
Anyway, Jaime frets too much. I was fine, just a bit adventurous.
There was a fairly hidden path that I had seen a couple of days back, and I really wanted to explore it a bit. I pulled my camera out of my backpack, and headed up the trail, snapping pictures as often as I could. It was beautiful, but someone had obviously been there before me, and recently, too. There were footprints on the ground. So observant of this, I didn't notise the clearing I came to until I was in it. It wasn't exactly the clearing that caught my attention, though—it was what was in the clearing.
"A Gundam…" I breathed.
A Taurus, to be exact. Then, the footprints I had seen earlier had to belong to the pilot. Fascinated, I immediately started taking pictures, completely oblivious to everything around me. Which is why I was completely startled out of my wits when my camera was ripped from my hands and smashed to the ground. "Spy!" Someone yelled, and then I saw no more.
