Writing Forgotten

[Sui Generis]

Ok its a Gundam fan fic about Duo, thats pretty much all that i need to explain. Uhm..its not done yet but I just wanted to post what I have done already.


[b][size=5]Forgotten[/b][/size]

Coughing the still figure finally struggled to an upright position. Looking around he tried to pierce the perpetual darkness seeming to know no bounds, then something hit him. A terrible question entered his mind, making every bone in his body shudder in fear. Who was he? He didn?t even know who he was. He collapsed landing against the wall. Sitting on the floor dazed he finally realized to his horror he had no memory. Where he was from, where he was at, his birthday, or even his name. All these answers had eluded him. He knew they were there, yet they taunted him as the butterfly does at the window of a sick child longing for the fresh air. He struggled for what seemed like hours trying to remember even the slightest thing. Nothing. No matter how hard he tried, the butterfly just fluttered out of his reach. Giving up he slammed his fists against the wall. Frustration raged through his body. ?I have forgotten. Everything. Its gone; friends, family, even myself.? The unfortunate soul lowered his head in shame. ?I have forgotten.? These hallow words rang through the room haunting him. Every echo brought more pain to him than the first. Even the walls knew he had forgotten, and they enjoyed throwing his words back at him. Despair itself seemed to ring through the room with the words. Feeling the torture would never end he lowered his head and closed his eyes muttering a simple prayer, hoping for it all to be a dream. His prayer was interrupted by light flooding into his room. Used to the darkness his vision was blurred, when it finally got used to the light he finally saw the room completely. The room was made of stone and some kind of cement, there were boards and two bars covering a small area in the left side un-doubtally blocking the window. He realized he was in a cell, obviously he was in some kind of prison. Soaking it all in he didn?t pay any heed to the soldier standing at the door. The soldier shifted his weight watching the prisoner absorb in his surroundings. ?So this is one of the famous Gundam pilots.? Murmured the soldier who was well into his thirties. ?But he?s only a boy, how could he be so dangerous.? Turning his head the prisoner finally acknowledged the soldier. ?Where am I, and who are you?!? he asked impatience flowing through his voice. ?You are in an OZ prison and who I am should be the least of your worries? the soldier answered sharply. ?Now get up and stop wasting his excelencie's time!? after saying that the soldier turned around and began to walk. Sitting there the prisoner made no hint of moving. His Excellency? OZ? Gundam? Even more questions now ran through the boy?s mind. Turning his head towards the cell the soldier noticed that the prisoner hadn?t followed. Furious that someone could be that stubborn he marched back to the cell and stared coldly at the prisoner. ?Are you deaf? I said come on!? With a confused look on his face the prisoner stood up slowly and looked at the soldier. He opened his mouth ready to ask one of the questions rampaging through his head. ?Come on!? the soldier ignorant of the struggle inside of the prisoners head pushed the prisoner through the cell door. Pointing his gun into the prisoner?s back he began pushing the prisoner along the direction he wanted. ?March and you?ll live, say a word and I?ll blow a nice little hole into your back.? The soldier said gruffly. Fearing for his life the prisoner began to walk not daring to open his mouth. The hallway the two walked through was identical on both sides. There were no decorations. Just straight white. Doors lined the walls however and a number marked each door. The prisoner guessed that these numbers were the cell numbers. 654, 653, 652, he watched as they all slid out of sight. The hallways being so dab made them seem like they went on forever. Looking he could see no end to his walk. Then un-expectanly the soldier shoved him towards a door. Oddly enough the door wasn?t marked with a number at all. When he went through the door the prisoner understood where he was. He must have been in the head quarters of the prison. Probably for planning military attacks and gathering information from poor prisoners like himself. The room was like the hallway except two main differences. There was a window at the far side of the room that tipped the ceiling and the ground. It stretched out for about 7 feet horizontal. Taking his eyes off of the beautiful scenery he noticed the other main difference in this room. In the middle of the room, on top of a beautiful Persian rug was a large wooden table. The table could easily fit a war council of around twenty men. In the middle of the table was an arrangement of flowers. The prisoner grinned. How odd of a place for these flowers to be. ?Sit.? The soldier motioned to one of the chairs on the left side of the table. Obeying the soldier he sat down in the chair. Standing stiff the soldier scanned the room waiting for the men to arrive. After what seemed like hours the door opened. Then a voice floated into the room. ?Neil thank you for gathering the prisoner, but I wish to be alone with him.? ?Sir!? At saying that Neil saluted to what seemed like the wall and walked out the room. After the soldier left a masked man appeared at the door. ?So I finally have the honor of meeting a Gundam pilot.? The masked man smirked as he said this. ?Lets see, you?re the pilot of Deathsycthe, and your name is Duo Maxwell am I correct?? The prisoner shifted his weight in his chair then finally forced himself to answer. ?I don?t know, but I am guessing that you are right.? The prisoner assumed to be Duo stared at his shoes for a moment, then looked back up. ?So my name?s Duo Maxwell and I?m a pilot of a mobile suit called Deathscythe?? The masked man looked at the prisoner suspiciously. ?Your pathetic tricks don?t fool me! Now tell me who gives you your missions!? Duo looked at the masked man in confusion. ? Missions? Who are you anyways, and where in the world am I?!?

[jupitersun]

thats really good duo, you have real talent its like a minature suspence novel..lol

-angel-

[Sui Generis]

Hey thanks! If you haven't figured out Duo lost his memory! The story is gonna be him getting his memory back, and answering questions like how he got into the Oz prison and junk like that. Do you think it sounds like a good idea?

[Spikey]

That is very good Duo. Bravo!

[Juu]

[color=deeppink] [size=1]Wow! Great as always Duo!

..whoa..that was long...

I don't know too much about gundam...but... Well done!! ^^[/color] [/size]

[jupitersun]

well Duo it's better than i could write...lol:)