Jumper: Athena's Chosen
Disclaimer: Do not own Jumper. Do not own Earth (yet.) Only own my lovely OCs.
A/N: When you write, you should not have empathy for your characters. Sadly, I have not been able to get rid of that emotion. Therefore, unless I get over it, I will not be torturing my character by putting her in a real 3rd world Orphanage (Russia is not 3rd world, but I did want to do Romania. Couldn't. Go look up Romanian Orphanages. They're awful ) Instead, the very first part of my story will take place in the USSR.
If anything I wrote was wrong, or too vague, please let me know.
My name is Natalie. This is my story.
I was not a special child. My mother, I'm told, died gruesomely about two years after my birth, from untreated hepatitis. No one knew the name of the man who contributed his DNA to my birth. Like many other suffering orphans, I was placed under the care of Big Brother. It was nearing the last years of the Soviet Union's reign- the Berlin Wall fell 1989 and the Soviet Union crumpled 1991. I, unluckily, was born 1984, and was forced to spend 7 years in the damned place.
Some could believe they were being punished for my parents' irresponsibility. Punished because my parents fucked outside the Will of God, without fear of consequence.
I do not agree with that sentiment.
I was placed in an orphanage in Moscow, run by not unkind (they didn't kill us, right?) men and women. In Ireland, the Orphanages were run by the Catholics. I consider myself eternally lucky that my caretakers were from the government, however corrupt it was.
My matron was a woman named (Comrade) Catherine. Named after Catherine the Great, she certainly had the air of a Queen. And the responsibilities. She was like a very strict grandmother to me. She took care of me, protected me.
And it's my fault she died.
I was not a special child- but I certainly feel like a extraordinary adult.
My name is Natalie. And this is my story.