Hello Pandore. :)
I am well aware of how much you love Damian Hart; and sense your birthday is coming up, I figured I write a little mini series for you. The story will be a collection of little scenarios that happen to our favorite chsracters and Pandore each month. I will try and post one everyday, but no promises.
Being the new kid on the block was always difficult. Swirling incessant feelings of exile and sharp anxiety stirring up with your palpitating heart, making you wonder if you'll be accept by any who ambled your way. You are your only melody; the simple thud of your heart against your ribs your drum, and the subconscious worries that traveled through your wondering mind the only tune. No one thought to extend a hand of friendship, simply because you are different. Even Pandore; with her charming looks and gentle personality, had a hard time fitting in. It was especially hard when the new school you attended was the HD academy. A large school with stoic students that hummed bleakly as the hours slowly passed. Pandore gazed in deep confusion at the paper map that was plastered sloppily on the gray wall of a hallway. The map of the school was so convoluted, not to mention ineligible. Pandore sighed, it seemed hopeless. She was about to give up and try and find her class on her own when she heard the voice of a young boy query in interest. "Would you happen to be lost?" She turned around swiftly with a shocked gasp to see a teenage boy about her size standing confidently with a hand on his hip. Like her, he was a little small. His hair was a blue and spiked back. His eyes were large and were a silvery gray color. His skin was porcelain; much like hers, and he wore a smug smirk, he had a white button-up with an open, charcoal gray, leather jacket pulled over it. He wore blue jeans and black shoes. He was adorable. There was a rather tall teenage boy standing behind him. He wore the same attire; as it was the school uniform, but he had wavy burgundy hair that gave him a feminine type vibe and large excited green eyes. "You're very pretty." He commented, as he scribbled something on his sketch pad. And that she was. She had long, lustrous, raven hair that rained beautifully down her back in sleek and subtle waves. Her skin was a glowing porcelain that was brightened up by her genuinely cheerful smile. She wore a short white dress and scarf that made her look even more elegant; as there wasn't a school uniform for girls in the sense that not many went there. She had light brown eyes.
"Anyway Ms." The first boy yawned, casually bringing a hand through his thick blue hair. "Are you lost?" Pandore nodded gingerly.
"I'm Damian." The boy stated. "The girly boy here is Jack. We'll help you find your class." Pandore sighed blissfully, feeling a wave of relief wash over her.
The last week of January had arrived. The classes of HD academy were difficult, demanding a lot of time and energy. Especially for Pandore sense she had arrived in the middle of the year. Tutoring and extra studies were certainly necessary if she wanted to pass the final exam that May. She persevered well though. She found herself walking slowly from the school, her books pressed against her chest by her arms. The campus seemed to be empty. Students were probably in their dorms or hanging out at the movies or a baseball game or something. It was a late Friday night after all. She sighed as she walked alone. She hadn't seem Damian or Jack in a while. Well, she did see them; sitting in the cafeteria, meandering through the halls, and studying together in the school's front yard and such. But she never could muster up the courage to talk to them. There goes her only chance at making friends. It was then that someone abruptly shoved her aggressively. It felt like slow motion as she fell to the hard pavement with a startled gasp, her hair flowing in the night air and her books and folder she once had flying everywhere. She felt the man who pushed her pull her up by her pitch black hair. She recognized him. Two weeks ago he asked her on a date, and shoved her to the ground when she said no. "You still denying me?" He growled, his voice dripping with venom. Pandore dared to nod. The boy hissed taking her and shoving her into the large storage house near the dorms. She hit a pile of boxes with a grunt, and watched in horror as the man locked her in there. She ran around the storage room, trying to find anyway of escape. And it was then, that the snell of smoke rose to the air. She glanced over to the smells origin to see that a box of matches had spilled open onto some old dusty papers. She ran to the door, panic controlling her every move as she knocked furiously on the door and screamed for help.
Jack and Damian were on their way back to the dorms, when they saw the storage house gleaming with fire.
"Oh no." Jack breathed. "What happened to the storage house!?""
"I don't know, but there might be someone in there." Damian growled, racing toward the storage house. Jack hesitated, before chasing after him.
Jack and Damian crawled across the hot wooden floor of the storage house, in search of anyone who might of been caught in it at the time. There noses were pointed to the ground, as the gray smoke that hovered in the air was consumingly thick. Damian pushed aside afew tool boxes that were stacked in his way. And the his surprise, a young girl he recognized lied limp in their place. "Jack! I found somebody! It's Pandore! The girl we met a couple of weeks ago!" Jack was next to Damian in a matter of seconds. "I'll take her." He breathed, pulling Pandore's scarf over her mouth and noes to stop her from inhaling anymore smoke, and then heaved her onto his back. The two made their way back toward the entrance of the storage house, Jack struggling to breathe as he carried Pandore through the smoke. Damian crawled next to him, telling him encouraging words and dialing 911.
The two managed to get a couple of blocks away from the burning monstrosity. Jack collapsed onto the sidewalk on which they stood, inhaling the fresh night air gratefully as Damian explained the situation to the police on the phone. Pandore began to shift from her spot on Jack's back. The raven haired beauty slowly opened her large brown eyes with a moan. She was greeted by a mess of burgundy hair. She glanced around, seeing lit up buildings, the night sky, rushing cars on the nearby street, and Damian had come to kneel beside her. "Wh-what happened?" She coughed, pulling her scarf from her face.
"You tell us. Thanks to Damian, we were able to save you from the burning storage house at school." Jack panted, his back rising and falling under her as he sucked in air.
"Oh … thank you so much!" Pandore cried with glee, collapsing onto Jack in a hug and then tightly wrapping her arms around Damian's ribs and burying her face in his neck in a cheerful embrace. Damian chuckled, wrapping an arm over her back and stroking her hair. "It was no big deal."
"So why were you in the storage house?" He asked, after the passing of a long silence. Jack placed a hm of agreement.
"I remember." Pandore said. "I turned a man called Carlos down when he asked me on a date, and then he locked me in there out of anger." Damian looked up at the navy colored sky. Attacking a girl was despicable. A dark and sadistic grin adorned his features as thoughts of how he'd destroy Carlos swirling his mind. Jack had the same thoughts, thinking of all the ways he'd get Carlos in trouble with the police.
"Well Little Lady, you certainly seem to need some protectors." Damian remarked, "How about you hang out with us? We can keep you safe, and even become friends along the way. Sound good?"
"You … you wish to be my friend?" Pandore gasped, her large brown eyes widening in astonishment.
"Yeah." Jack chimed, sitting up and looping an arm around her shoulders.
"That's right." Damian hummed, reciprocating Jack's motion. Pandore's eye filled with joyful tears, and she turned to take the two of them in her arms. "Thank you so much. I am no longer alone." She sobbed into their shoulders. Jack and Damian sighed happily, both leaning their heads on hers and wrapping an arm over her back.
That was pretty doom, but the rest of the stories should be cute and fluffy. See you soon and Happy Birthday! :)
