| GUNDAMS LATER Rating: PG-13. Written by: SisterWine Panic-ridden, she ran down a long dimly lit corridor, searching for her escape. Listening to screams of the armed guards behind her, she tried nonchalantly to remain ahead of them. Her eyes shifting, this way and that, searching the seemingly smooth surfaces of the walls for a door or window. Panting, she ran faster and faster. More screams came from behind her, telling of blocking doors and exit ways. Alarms rang in her ears and from the speakers that lined the ceiling. "Seal off gates A and C! She must not get away!" and "Find her, now!" were two of the clearest phrases she could hear thundering from behind her. They're gaining. Oh my god, they're gaining on me. No doors! Please don't let me be trapped here again. Her mind was frantically screaming out in the darkness. Suddenly, she felt a slight tug, and a hand pull her into a dark crevice to the right, and hold her there. Another hand cupped her mouth silent and gently forced her head to lean back and rest on it's shoulder. Her back was flat against their chest, and a soft whisper hummed in her ear, "Don't even breathe." She nodded slightly and was silent. What the Hell?! Who is this? Why isn't he giving me back to them? Is he here to get me out of this hell-hole? Closing her eyes and thinking to herself, just as four of the armed guards ran past them. When it was safe, both grips on her released themselves and she was free to move away and get a look at her dark saviour. "Who are you? Are you one of them?" She asked the shadow. "The God Of Death, at your service......" He bowed slowly and low. Standing straight and facing her again, he smiled his clever smile. She stared at him for a minute, taking in (what she could see of) his features. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt and black jeans. His boots, no surprise, matched his outfit. Se did notice that he had a long braid of hair behind him, that was neatly kept, and a mess of bangs that nearly covered his eyes. Aside from clothing and hair, he was quite thin, but hid his well toned muscles under his clothing. Just then, a second figure emerged from the left of them. A young blond man, slender and petit, stood before them. He didn't look a thing like the shadow that had rescued her. He motioned to the shadow that he had come to aid the other with the girl. "You want me to go with him?! Uh uh, I'm not going anywhere with either of you until soneone lets me in on just who the hell you two are!" She backed away and eyed both of them. "Suit yourself, lady. We can easily forget we saw you and tried to help you escape. But, if you'd rather go back out there and let the guards find you, we can very easily just walk away. But, I don't think you'd like us to do that, considering you are running from them and we're the only other option you have at the moment. Now, if you think you can take them all on by yourself and come out alive and untarnished, be my guest." The shadow started to walk away when his friend had grabbed him by his long black sleeve of his shirt. The blond stepped forward and offered his hand to her. "I'm sorry, we cannot give you names at the moment, but we can help you get out of here. Just come with me and i can take you somewhere safe." "I'd take him up on the offer, I'm not as nice as he is." The shadow spoke. She eyed the shadow carefully, and then moved towards the blond while keeping her eyes on the shadowy figure. As soon as she was behind them and couldn't make out what they were talking about, the blond told the shadow to take care of the guards and then make his escape before the building comes down on top of him. Shadow nodded. As soon as she blinked, he was gone and she was left alone with he blond. "I'm sorry miss, but I can't let you see where we are going. Don't worry, you'll be safe, that I promise." Handing her a blindfold and waiting until she had put it on, he led her down the dark corridor and back out from where he came in. She listened to several voices other than the blond's, but none resembled the dark shadow that had pulled her out of the guards' sight and so close to himself. Just her luck, they didn't use anyone's names. One voice, was another woman's, and she was now helping the girl to sit down on the floor of some kind of water craft. Another voice was much more male, and harsher than the others. She could tell by his monotonous and slightly nasal voice, he didn't like the idea of having to rescue another woman. "We'll meet you both back at the base. Make sure you destroy the building and bring him home safely." The nasal voice called out to his companions, whom she'd guessed were still on land. They gave their replies before the engine started and she was being pulled away from them. She sat there, wondering what was going to happen to her next. Was someone going to swim up and save her from these people? Or was she going to be tossed overboard like an anchor? Grrrr!! Who are these people? Why can't I see them? What happened to the long-haired one? Does he know where they're taking me? Or what they are going to do to me? Hm, can't get any worse than where I was, right? Oh, my stomache hurts. Being blindfolded, she couldn't tell what was happening, or who was looking at her. Her hands were being tied with heavy ropes, as were her ankles. It was a male who was tieing her up. He smelled of Ivory soap and Tide detergent. At one point, she could feel his breath on her, and shuddered away from him. Seeing her pull back from him, he stopped doing what he was about to do, and sat across from her. Her mouth gave off her feelings of discomfort and pain. He guessed the ropes were too tight, but he didn't dare go back for fear she might scream or alert the guards on the towers of the now burning building behind them. -------- Gundam Wing does NOT in any way, shape or form belong to me. Gundam characters belong solely to Sotsu and Sunrise Ind. and other parties thereof. The girl in the story, IS mine. Please do not sue. This is strictly for entertainment purposes, and I wanted to see what it would be like for the boys to be grown up. |