omnicat | FIC: Dream Interpretation [Gundam Wing, Heero]

Title: Dream Interpretation
Author: Omnicat
Rating: K+ / G
Genre: Horror? Suspense? Angst?
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: Knowledge of the entire canon would be nice, but the only spoilers are names.
Warnings: Well, it’s supposed to be a nightmare. :P
Pairings: None.
Disclaimer: I disclaim.
Summary: Heero has an oppressing nightmare. I dare all readers to give their own interpretation.
Authors Note: And now, back to our regularly scheduled history lessons. ^_~

Heero’s Nightmare

His cockpit was too small. There was not enough oxygen.
He punched, kicked, bit, kneed and elbowed at the dead, bloody hands groping at him. The hollow eyes reflected the light of the monitors and controls.
He broke free, dead hands clinging to him in vain. The explosion sent him running, into a wide, high ceilinged space.
Four of the professors, Zechs, Noin, Une, Mariemeia, Dekim Barton, Treize, Sally Po, Catherine Bloom, Dorothy Catalonia, Sylvia Noventa and her grandparents, Quinze, Tsubarov, surrounding him and watching with eyes that reflected loathing, disbelief, grief, hatred, fear, desperation, rejection.
Demand.
He tripped, fell deep and scrambled to his feet.
Odin Lowe, Dr. J and the little girl with her puppy towered over him.
"You have five seconds."
He turned and ran.
His legs were made of lead, he skidded on the soaped floor at every bend, the dimly lit walls leaned into him, his chest was drawn tight.
Wufei blocked the way out.
"Five." he said, standing from his cross-legged position and raising his broadsword, which gleamed in the light shining through the doorway behind him.
He ran in a different direction.
Quatre blocked the way out.
"Four." he said, his kind eyes shining with tears as he spread his arms, ready to stand and fall. "Please..."
He spun around and ran.
Trowa blocked the way out.
"Three." he said, landing with catlike grace as he descended from his high perch, face impassive as ever, knife in hand.
He skidded to a halt and turned on his heels.
Duo blocked the way out.
"Two." he said, merrily waving a scythe with a glowing green thermoblade. "Hurry up, buddy."
He turned and ran. Right into a wall.
"One."
He turned, wading though thick treacle, unable to speak. His eyes widened.

Relena fired the gun.

His scream pierced the air as he jolted upright in bed, bathing in cold sweat.

"Relena..."

PSAN: This was my second or third finished fic. My inability to produce titles is not new. XD