Don't worry, this isn't a whole new series.. I kinda got carried away, so itās probably gonna be at least 3 parts (would that be a three-shot oder a series?? lol). BTWs this takes place when Aislingās 8 so thatād be.......eh, Du do the math.
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one would be there. If it was empty, he could leave. He could return to the base; yes, Katana would be angry, but it would be better than this. As he was about to leave, he spotted something. Two unblinking turquoise eyes, large and round, staring him down. Upon looking closer, he made out a face, stringy mud-streaked hair, a tiny, emaciated body. It was a girl, so dirty that she practically blended into the Wand behind her. He knew it was his mission to get her, but his body didnāt want to comply, and he was already turning around and leaving. But it was too late, she had spotted him, and as he was about to step back into the normal world, relishing the fresh air, she let out a faint cry. Something in him made him turn around; he certainly didnāt want to, but it was his last spark of humanity, one that heād so carefully hidden away when he was around Katana and the others. The girl had dragged herself vorwƤrts-, nach vorn and was sitting inches from his feet, the stench of filth, blood, and sweat wafting upwards, making him cough.
āYouāve come for me.ā Her voice was surprisingly strong, for such a broken appearance. High-pitched, but it had Lost almost all traces of youth in it, even though she couldnāt have been any older than eight. He couldnāt help but nod.
āWhat are Du doing with me?ā
He didnāt know how to respond to that. In fact, he wasnāt even sure what he was supposed to do with this child, what Katanaās plans were. So he didnāt say anything.
āYouāre not gonna k-kill me, right?ā
The man was speechless. It was as if this child sensed what he was, who he worked for. But it couldnāt be. Instinctively, he looked down, but he wasnāt wearing his armor, there wasnāt even a trace on his clothing that he worked for Kaos. Maybe she was just suspicious Von nature, he reasoned. Years of living on the streets--because it was apparent she had been living here for most, if not all, of her life--probably just hardened her, made her wary.
āI hope not.ā
She smiled, her blue-green eyes lighting up for the first time. āSo youāll give me a home?ā
Something in the girl struck him. He couldnāt say no. She beamed, and without thinking, he hoisted her up into his arms. She was getting filth all over his suit, but he didnāt notice. His excuse for holding her was that she was probably too weak to walk the distance, as he couldnāt teleport. That would reveal his identity, and he didnāt want to do that just yet. As he walked, she shifted herself in his grasp. She was extremely light, her skin hanging loose off her bones, empty, hollow. But her gaze captivated him.
āWhatās your name?ā she finally asked.
āAxx--Bryson,ā he replied, remembering just in time to give his civilian name. āBryson Carter.ā
She smiled, and laughed quietly. āThen Iād be...Aisling Carter. I like it.ā
~~~***~~~***~~~
Luckily, Axxis hadnāt picked her up too far from the base in Tampa, only about an hourās walk. If sheād been any farther, Gotham, for instance, thatād be a problem. He had the route memorized, so when he sensed they were getting close, he stopped and opened his rather large briefcase. āCan Du fit in here?ā
She nodded and climbed in slowly, hesitantly. āWhy?ā
āI canāt let anyone see you,ā he lied. āNot till we get inside.ā
He could see a million Fragen etched on her face, but luckily, she didnāt protest. It was a tight squeeze, but she was small, and he closed it carefully, leaving a small crack for air. Then he slipped the strap over his shoulder, buckling slightly under the weight, and continued on his way.
Aisling was curled up in the darkness, trembling. She wondered where this man, Bryson, was taking her, and why it took so long. But he seemed kind, if a little rough around the edges. She had gradually learned not to readily trust people, but there was something about him that seemed right. If any rate, she was saving her from the life sheād been living. That made her smile. Her years of hardship, of poverty and filth, were over. It was all over.
Later that night, she lay on her new bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was a tiny cot, Mehr of a shelf, really, and the surface was hard, but she didnāt mind. She shivered slightly under the thin, ragged blanket. He hadnāt allowed her out of the aktentasche, aktenkoffer until they were well inside the house, and she had looked around in wonder at the dingy concrete walls, the dim light, and the tiny, cramped rooms. She wondered what he was hiding her from; not a single other human was in sight. Heād taken her into the tiny bathroom, scrubbed her down---heād had to cut off several inches of her hair just to get it out of the ponytail, and now it fell in soft waves just below her ears--and put her to bed. He hadnāt gegeben her anything to eat, but she didnāt ask. Ever since theyād gone inside, he was different, uneasy, on edge, slightly snappy.
Happiness bubbled inside her, when she remembered what sheād realized in the briefcase. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was Iām finally free.
So there we go! Mehr on the way! Oh, and Du can ignore the really awkward aktentasche, aktenkoffer plot hole..I couldnāt think and afterwards I didnāt really feel like changing it. :P
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one would be there. If it was empty, he could leave. He could return to the base; yes, Katana would be angry, but it would be better than this. As he was about to leave, he spotted something. Two unblinking turquoise eyes, large and round, staring him down. Upon looking closer, he made out a face, stringy mud-streaked hair, a tiny, emaciated body. It was a girl, so dirty that she practically blended into the Wand behind her. He knew it was his mission to get her, but his body didnāt want to comply, and he was already turning around and leaving. But it was too late, she had spotted him, and as he was about to step back into the normal world, relishing the fresh air, she let out a faint cry. Something in him made him turn around; he certainly didnāt want to, but it was his last spark of humanity, one that heād so carefully hidden away when he was around Katana and the others. The girl had dragged herself vorwƤrts-, nach vorn and was sitting inches from his feet, the stench of filth, blood, and sweat wafting upwards, making him cough.
āYouāve come for me.ā Her voice was surprisingly strong, for such a broken appearance. High-pitched, but it had Lost almost all traces of youth in it, even though she couldnāt have been any older than eight. He couldnāt help but nod.
āWhat are Du doing with me?ā
He didnāt know how to respond to that. In fact, he wasnāt even sure what he was supposed to do with this child, what Katanaās plans were. So he didnāt say anything.
āYouāre not gonna k-kill me, right?ā
The man was speechless. It was as if this child sensed what he was, who he worked for. But it couldnāt be. Instinctively, he looked down, but he wasnāt wearing his armor, there wasnāt even a trace on his clothing that he worked for Kaos. Maybe she was just suspicious Von nature, he reasoned. Years of living on the streets--because it was apparent she had been living here for most, if not all, of her life--probably just hardened her, made her wary.
āI hope not.ā
She smiled, her blue-green eyes lighting up for the first time. āSo youāll give me a home?ā
Something in the girl struck him. He couldnāt say no. She beamed, and without thinking, he hoisted her up into his arms. She was getting filth all over his suit, but he didnāt notice. His excuse for holding her was that she was probably too weak to walk the distance, as he couldnāt teleport. That would reveal his identity, and he didnāt want to do that just yet. As he walked, she shifted herself in his grasp. She was extremely light, her skin hanging loose off her bones, empty, hollow. But her gaze captivated him.
āWhatās your name?ā she finally asked.
āAxx--Bryson,ā he replied, remembering just in time to give his civilian name. āBryson Carter.ā
She smiled, and laughed quietly. āThen Iād be...Aisling Carter. I like it.ā
~~~***~~~***~~~
Luckily, Axxis hadnāt picked her up too far from the base in Tampa, only about an hourās walk. If sheād been any farther, Gotham, for instance, thatād be a problem. He had the route memorized, so when he sensed they were getting close, he stopped and opened his rather large briefcase. āCan Du fit in here?ā
She nodded and climbed in slowly, hesitantly. āWhy?ā
āI canāt let anyone see you,ā he lied. āNot till we get inside.ā
He could see a million Fragen etched on her face, but luckily, she didnāt protest. It was a tight squeeze, but she was small, and he closed it carefully, leaving a small crack for air. Then he slipped the strap over his shoulder, buckling slightly under the weight, and continued on his way.
Aisling was curled up in the darkness, trembling. She wondered where this man, Bryson, was taking her, and why it took so long. But he seemed kind, if a little rough around the edges. She had gradually learned not to readily trust people, but there was something about him that seemed right. If any rate, she was saving her from the life sheād been living. That made her smile. Her years of hardship, of poverty and filth, were over. It was all over.
Later that night, she lay on her new bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was a tiny cot, Mehr of a shelf, really, and the surface was hard, but she didnāt mind. She shivered slightly under the thin, ragged blanket. He hadnāt allowed her out of the aktentasche, aktenkoffer until they were well inside the house, and she had looked around in wonder at the dingy concrete walls, the dim light, and the tiny, cramped rooms. She wondered what he was hiding her from; not a single other human was in sight. Heād taken her into the tiny bathroom, scrubbed her down---heād had to cut off several inches of her hair just to get it out of the ponytail, and now it fell in soft waves just below her ears--and put her to bed. He hadnāt gegeben her anything to eat, but she didnāt ask. Ever since theyād gone inside, he was different, uneasy, on edge, slightly snappy.
Happiness bubbled inside her, when she remembered what sheād realized in the briefcase. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was Iām finally free.
So there we go! Mehr on the way! Oh, and Du can ignore the really awkward aktentasche, aktenkoffer plot hole..I couldnāt think and afterwards I didnāt really feel like changing it. :P
Likes: Magic
Best Friend: Erin
Loves: Tyler
Dislikes: Skeptics
Worst Habit: She never eats enough
Personal Secret: She dated Robin and wiped his memory of her despite him being her first love
Favorit Food: Chocolate
Favorit Color: Red
Code Name: Shade
Mentor/Inspiration: Batman
Relations: Tyler Stevenson
Base of Operations: Wherever needed
Personal Home: Not Disclosed
Occupation: Hero
Job: None
Team: The Resistance