Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai and Sunrise. Not me. Please don't sue.

AN: Inspiration and ideas for Undercurrents came from two other sources. Da! Da! Da! (a really cute anime about two kids and an alien baby) and a Christopher Pike novel I read maybe 10 years ago.

As most of you know, this is a reposting. The original was taken down due to its NC-17 status. Since then, I've taken the opportunity to revise everything. Updates are infrequent and sporadic; however, I hope you stick with it to the end.

Enjoy.

Undercurrents

By Cinpii

Prologue: Silence

The woods were eerily quiet. Small puffs of air escaped a pair of panting lips, turning into steam in the cold atmosphere. The silent figure looked down at the limp body sprawled upon the damp forest floor. The damn bitch was surprisingly strong when she found out that she was led here to die. At first she tried to escape, screaming for help.

Too bad no one else heard.

In her fear and haste to get away, all that noise made her easy to pinpoint. She fought desperately once she was caught, but lost her strength quickly as each strike drew more blood, the knife slashing unforgivingly across her body.

How pointless. I was always stronger.

The killer could have ended it in seconds, but it felt good, having the prettiest, most popular girl in school so vulnerable. To feel her struggle, trying to buck her sudden antagonist off. To feel her try to free her hands from the unrelenting vice-like grip that was pinning her wrists above her head.

To hear her beg and whimper in pain, sobbing to be let go.

It all gave her assailant a heady sense of power, making the act more drawn out than originally planned. From this close, the killer could see her eyes widen in fear, betrayal, anguish. And finally close as hot tears streaked out of her eyes. Those lovely, beguiling eyes that made every guy in town fall for her. The eyes that made her look so innocent, when she was really just a slut.

Moments later the figure stood up. Toying with her was fun, but it was time to go. Cruel lips formed into a slow, satisfied grin, watching the blood run its path down the length of the blade, only to drip onto the forest floor. Her killer laughed and walked away. The wolves would get rid of the evidence by the time the cops came.