Authors notes: I don’t own Gundam etc. I love the character in this story though. (I’m telling whom the character is; it would be giving the story away. = p )
This is a idea I got from reading some comic. It’s quite a odd story but I’m gonna try and translate it into a Gundam type story. This is another serious attempt at a Gundam fic. It might not turn out as planned. I’m guessing this is a alternative story, because they are in a different time to when they were in Gundam Wing. Post me if I have got the…er…thing wrong Any ho, here it goes…
cHiMes
Began rewriting 24th February 2003
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Chimes began to blow around in the wind. But there was no wind around. How was that possible? The sound of the chimes became louder, as they blew around more violently.
“No!” The figure advanced on the blond haired man. He was tall, thin and yet incredibly handsome for his race. In some ways he was curious to know what it was like to die – to know what death was like, but never, never had he wanted to experience it… or did he? Memories rushed through his mind. The memory of when he was called on his first mission, his best friends who were murdered, his parents who dyed and left him to fend on his own, feelings of joy, sadness and despair came to him, then the feeling of anger and fear over took him.
Why? Why was this person doing this to him? What had he done to anger this hooded unknown being?
“This is madness…” The hooded figure was holding a small, shiny object. A sword? A silver gun? There was no time to think. The hooded figure advanced once more. “You don’t understand…please, just…no! For the love of Allah…” The shadowed figure struck him, quick and sharp. “NO!”
The chimes still rang; nevertheless they slowly halted to a stop. Then air was left with an eerie silent ness.
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All of this is true. Ten years ago, I found my self, wondering around the busy roads of Los Angeles, which was a long way from home. Home the word seemed so distant to me as if I didn’t know what or where it was.
It was the month of December from what I had gathered. The weather in California was pleasant and warm. On the other side of the planet however was dull, cold, wet, windy and all the other types of horrible weather you could think of. How did I know this? Well from phoning Gatwick airport in London, England every single day, asking when the next plane would be landing there. The only responses I got were to call another day. This had gone on for almost a week now.
I had barely been out of my teens then. Today when I looked at my life then, I felt extremely uncomfortable, maybe because then I didn’t know what I was doing or why I was doing it. I must have been…how shall I put it…I must have been in a totally different universe. Then I had nothing; today I have everything a person could wish for – a home, a wife and kids. But that isn’t what I wanted.
Looking out the bedroom window, I could see my kids; wait…to think about it I couldn’t be sure whether or not they were mine. My past was a blur to me, I could not remember anything like who my parents were, where I came from etc…I only remember that ten years ago, and something which hasn’t made sense to me yet it was the sound of a crowd cheering and jeering and darkness surrounding me.
I was in Los Angeles when this had happened. On the 6th day of waiting to go to England in order to receive a message or a mission of some kind, I had hoped that it was from the airport. But with my kind of luck it wasn’t. I was in my hotel room when I had received the message. It was from an old friend; actually she was more of a girlfriend to me. She was in the area and wanted me to come and see her. I contacted her back and told her that I would visit. Later that evening a young woman with long blond hair, blue eyes and eyebrows that were shaped liked forks had come to pick me up. It was getting dark by the time she had come.
She approached me wearily, then she asked, “ You Relena’s friend? The one she met at colony L3?” It seemed odd because I had felt like I had met her before. Maybe it was just me.
“That would be me.”
“I would be a friend of hers - Dorothy” She then held out her hand, I in turn took it and shook it.
“Nice to meet you.” At least I had tried to be civil and sociable. People had often told me I was quite a laid back person who really didn’t like to take things into account. But how would they know?
She showed me the way to her car and I had expected a small private car, like a Mercedes or something, but instead I was greeted with a large limo, which was probably able to seat 8 people.
I had sat opposite her. And occasionally we made small talk. At times
she stole glances at me, and the rest of the time she just glared out of the window. I had tried to keep note of where we were going but it was quite useless, since the city of LA was still quite a mystery to me.
Now and then she would point out “famous” locations to me. Whenever she had finished talking I would ask her how much longer it would be to get to Relena’s house. Last time I had asked her she had told me it was about 15 minutes left. I checked my watch every now and again to see when 15 minutes was up.
The car slowed to a halt in a driveway of a large house and had pulled up near the front door.
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Well that’s the end of chapter one. I hope I sorta got you hooked…that would be probably the first ever completed chapter of any story I’ve written. I’ll be working on the next chapter soon enough. Please send your comments and whatever. If you’ve got any ideas on what could make my fic better than it already is please pm me or something. = )
cHiMes……..the mentally unstable peep!!!
Try and guess who the character is by posting me back!
