Uninvited
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam wing and am in no way saying I do by writting this.
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Chapter 2: Scarlet Red
Heeros back arched suddenly at the pain in his side. Through clenched teeth he panted and cold sweat poured down his face. "Shhh, calm down." He seemed to remember the voice but he couldn`t place where it was from. Everything seemd to blend together into a soggy blob in his head. He tried to clear up the past events but all he could hear was the soft giggle of the girl. Was he dead?
His eyes opened slowly but than clamped shut again. He was still in the world. He had been hoping that it was all a dream. He had been hoping the girl was a dream and he had been hoping that he was lying in his gundam near death but it wasn`t true. It wasn`t possable. His gundam had been destroyed long ago yet he swore he had just been in a mobile suit battle.
He opened his eyes slowly again, this time more prepared, and saw a fire place. He was laying on a bed of furs in a scantily furnitured room. He tried to sit up but the pain ripped through him again. He vaugly thought that it was a good thing Marimeya had never found her way here or she would have made a wepon that caused this much damage. His vision cleared a little more and he saw the girl. "You`re dead."
She stood up from where she was crouching in front of the fire and looked at him. "You should be more careful about where you go you know. That blast almost killed you. It`s a wonder you`re alive." She now narrowed her eyes. "And as for me being dead, if that`s your plan it`ll be a lot harder than this." Heero now noticed the small bandage on her arm, with a red spot on it.
He also saw that she wasn`t the girl but she certainly resempled her. Her hair was long and deep red. It went to her waist. Her eyes were like piersing beams of blue light. She was wearing a small skirt of animal skin and an equilly small shirt to go with it. Her feet had small sandles on them. She was stately built with wirey mucles that were developed through years of hard work. Heero lay back down on the bed and stared at her. "That`s not what I meant."
She growled and knelt in front of the fire poking at it. "I`m sure." She picked up a metal stick that was red on the end from the heat. Heero knew this old form of healing but he wondered why she hadn`t done it while he was asleep. She stretched her hand out to him and he couldn`t move. His limbs wouldn`t obey his mind as he tried to get away from this horrable form of torture or anchient form of healing, whichever it was. She lifted the cover and jabbed the wound. He was surprised when he didn`t feel anything but instead an insect looking thing clamped onto the poker. She rushed to the fire and Heero heard a wailing sound that filled the small room they were in.
She now looked at him and sat down on the bed with small wads of cloth. "Britons` favorite wepon. They are designed to capture. The victom is demobolized through pain."
Heero watched her as she dabbed the wound with water and than wrapped it in cloth. He noticed her hands were callased and small but they moved quick. "Capture what?"
She looked him in the eye and he saw pain and fear. He wondered what secrets she had, what sorrows she had seen, if she was the girl. This faded and her eyes hardened as if she didn`t care. "Anyone he wants. He was trying to capture me." Heero nodded and than noticed that the pain was gone. He looked at her than at the bandage. She grinned. "They heal quickly. You can go now if you want."
He nodded than sighed as he sat up slowly. "Where do I go?"
She looked at him and her eyes twinkled in laughter that hadn`t ever touched her face and even now it didn`t. "Home of coarse." Heero would have told her the truth but he didn`t even believe it himself. He could see himself saying to this primitive girl "actually I appeared here out of no where and I don`t have a home." That would go over great. He stood up and walked out of the room. The outside was much different from the other place. There were trees and grass as far as the eye could see. He started walking, hoping someone would know how he could get home.