Look For Me
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Gundam Wing/AC › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
401
Reviews:
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Currently Reading:
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Look For Me
Prologue: A Very Bad Thing
"Bad. This is very bad."
That is the first coherent thing he's been able to get past his swollen lips. He doesn't understand why he wants to be able to talk. He likes the quiet, usually, but it is deadly quiet where he is now.
There is a stinging in his eyes and he reaches to brush away the tears. The chains holding him here clank together as he moves. He can feel the cold metal against his feverish skin.
"Very bad," he says again. It doesn't seem enough to describe this, so he tries again, licking his lips and tasting dried blood.
"Very fucking bad."
That was much better, he thinks as he tries to drift back into unconsciousness. He can't since he can hear footsteps suddenly. The door to his cell opens. Someone is speaking, he knows, but he can't make the sounds into words.
The unintelligible noises turn angry, and he's kicked in his already fractured ribs.
"Fucking asshole," he manages to say before he starts coughing. He's kicked again, this time in the head, but is pleased with his small rebellion. As long as he doesn't give up he believes he has a chance.
Shouldn't someone be looking for him?
"Bad. This is very bad."
That is the first coherent thing he's been able to get past his swollen lips. He doesn't understand why he wants to be able to talk. He likes the quiet, usually, but it is deadly quiet where he is now.
There is a stinging in his eyes and he reaches to brush away the tears. The chains holding him here clank together as he moves. He can feel the cold metal against his feverish skin.
"Very bad," he says again. It doesn't seem enough to describe this, so he tries again, licking his lips and tasting dried blood.
"Very fucking bad."
That was much better, he thinks as he tries to drift back into unconsciousness. He can't since he can hear footsteps suddenly. The door to his cell opens. Someone is speaking, he knows, but he can't make the sounds into words.
The unintelligible noises turn angry, and he's kicked in his already fractured ribs.
"Fucking asshole," he manages to say before he starts coughing. He's kicked again, this time in the head, but is pleased with his small rebellion. As long as he doesn't give up he believes he has a chance.
Shouldn't someone be looking for him?