Disclaimer: I do not take any credit for any of the characters made by
Disney. Such as Jim Hawkins, John Silver, Amelia, Mr. Arrow, Dr. Doppler,
Sarah Hawkins, Morph, or any other recognized term or name that I have
forgotten. I do not own them and they all belong to Disney. Along with the
whole idea of Treasure Planet – that belongs to Disney too. I do not claim
it as my own.
My owns: The only things that I own in this fanfic is Kio. She belongs to
me and me alone.
The evening was warm and dry. It was boring and dull. There was nothing happening in Montresser – or at least nothing notable. But as to kill off said boredom and stillness in the particular summer evening, there was an opportunity of mild pleasure – Solar Surfing.
Breaking through the clouds high above Jim Hawkins rode upon his own custom built solar surf board. He soared high beyond the grounds of Montresser of his own free will. High enough now that he cast down the sail of his board and let himself freely drop from the sky – soon his mere freefall turned to vast amounts of amazing spins in the air and flips, still continuing the fall that could take one's life if they were not quick enough to react. Jim was falling closer and closer to the canyon's terrain below, merely feet above it – when he set loose the sail and clenched onto it, sending himself away from the ground once more. He called out in excitement – no words in particular – and tested his surfing abilities to the construction yard.
Jim crashed through a brittle warning post and continued surfing beyond restriction. There was obviously more pleasure in going where one is not granted permission to be to show off – to no one exactly, but for the fun of it – than just flying in an out of canyons. It was getting slightly less exciting to just explore the construction yard doing a few simply tricks or dodging objects here and there, and Jim was beginning to tire – until he saw the opportunity to obtain satisfaction in a daredevil's sport: The turning mill. A large stone wheel with only small openings on its side, where occasionally the holes would fill with the other half of the turning mill. Jim smirked; he knew he could take that stunt.
He cast down the sail once more and leaned inwards. "Come on!" he challenged and readied himself to fly through the construction. The spinning half was about ready to fill the opening Jim was aiming at, when he soared through and slightly skidded across the base of the opening and the closing half. He grabbed the side of his board and aimed for a short trick just as he flew out of the opening, right before it closed in on him. He cheered for himself once more as he glided through the air and sent the sail out again. He felt on top of the world – until the sirens reared behind him.
Mrs. Hawkins was busily waiting on impatient customers at the old Benbow – a great opportunity for much cash due to the large amount of creatures residing there, however a bit unfortunate to have to wait tables on her own. Where was Jim anyways? She could really use his help right about now...
"Mrs. Hawkins," a loud and precise voice interrupted the mix of lower voices taking part of the noise filling the Inn. Two robotic policemen stood at the door (which was roughly swung open. Probably not too good for the well being of the particular door at all...) each on the other side of Jim with a hand placed on his shoulder to keep him from getting away, although he probably wasn't going to try anyways.
"Jim!" Sarah gasped with a mixture of surprise and anger. Jim lowered his head a little ways in shame.
"We have found your son operating a vehicle in a restricted area," One of them explained. "We have confiscated the boy's vehicle." Dr. Doppler stood up and coughed as for them to note his existence.
"Excuse me sirs, if you will. I am Dr. Delbert Doppler, the physicist, perhaps you've heard of me?...No? Um, I have a clipping," Delbert turned to dig in the pockets of his shirt.
"Are you the boy's father?" One of the robots demanded to know. Both he and Sarah were very enthusiastic on the impossibility that Delbert would have that title.
"Back off sir!" both of the robotic policemen demanded. Delbert was slightly startled, then coughed to hold some remaining dignity. He turned to Sarah.
"Ok then, ahem don't ever let me do that again," and slipped away to his table. Sarah couldn't help but smile at the humor that her friend displayed. The police began again.
"Any more slip ups will result in a one-way ticket to Juvenile Hall," one said and pushed Jim to his mother.
"Don't worry – it won't," Sarah said. The cops commented on something about bad choices equaling losers, basically forcing Jim to turn and scowl at them both.
"Take care now," one automatically raised his hat. "Let's motor." They both left and just about the slammed the door. Everyone at the Inn was left staring at Sarah and Jim, speechless, until they were noticed and immediately continued their meals, but slowly.
"Jim, do you want to go to Juvenile Hall, is that it?" Sarah asked him, both concerned and angry at the boy. Jim turned away to help clean up dishes.
"Mom, there was no around," he mentioned with confidence, turning back to his mother. "Those cops just won't get off my –"he stopped talking under the harsh glare of Sarah. Jim sighed and went to clean the dishes he had gathered.
"Jim, I don't want to see you throw away your entire future," she pleaded as Jim went into the kitchen.
"What future..?" he mumbled – his words inaudible to Sarah.
Rain had finally doused the warm evening upon the Benbow – equally filling up the Inn once more for rooms. They were opened slightly later than normal – possibly for the customers. However one had obviously not taken her opportunity for a nice warm bed under the slowly darkening sky and had just awoken to the beat of rain upon her pale – slightly silky furred face. Though the rain was soft, the half human, half felinid would still awake to it. Slowly the girl stood up – though it was very hard as considering how dizzy she was and how much weight was pressing against her torn clothes – a large heavy trench coat. Yes, that must have been the weight of the trench coat that was so heavy against her back. She staggered to the side a bit – reaching out for a surface to lean against, and was in luck that she had fallen against a wall of the Benbow Inn. She must have been sleeping a while, as her 'dirty blonde' hair looked darker as it was soaked, and the trench coat was very drenched itself – which also must have added a few pounds to its fabric. The slight, very most thin coating of white fur about her body, and the thicker coating of white fur that took place on the large feline-like ears of hers that rested almost exactly atop her head was also very damp. Even the water was running into two – obviously fresh – scars that resided under her right eye – the first long and thin, the second slightly wider and shorter, making them both bleed. One thing intrigued the girl though – why? Also, what? What was that wet substance cascading down to... down to... wherever she was? Whatever it was, the girl's curious nature took over and she spun wildly into it. She stretched out her arms and pointed her face to the sky, smiling slightly as the rain hit her again and again. She even giggled slightly, and began to spin slowly once more, soaking up the short remainder of joy. It felt so good to be out in the warmth of night and refreshing drizzle. It almost made her forget that she had no clue where she was, who she was, or why she was even there. There was not an even fair clue as anything. She had no idea what her name was, her background history, or old she was. A regular person could judge her to be between thirteen and fifteen, but she hadn't met anyone yet. As far as she concerned, she was alone.
The girl looked up suddenly as she heard what seemed to be a malfunctioning engine, and just she did so as a smoking and flaring ship flew out from the clouds and landed on the dock of the Benbow. A few seconds later she noted the arrival of a boy running over to the ship. She was wrong – she was not alone. In curiosity the girl ran to assist – but stopped from the fear of being attacked. She did not have any reference to those who inhabited this strange land, so being cautious was vital to her survival. The girl ducked behind a few crates, gripping them tightly as she studied the boy's rescue mission.
"Hey mister! Mister, you're okay in there, right?" Jim banged on the glass door leading into the malfunctioning ship. He looked deeper into the red-hued smoke to see who was in there and suddenly a large amphibian hand hit against the glass door and it swung open. Jim jumped back in startle. An old salamander rolled from the doorway coughing.
"Can't ye hear 'im?!" the salamander-like species grabbed Jim's pitch black loose shirt collar. "Those evil gears and giros clicken' an' whirlin' like the devil 'imself!?" he let go of Jim's shirt to fetch something from in front of his ship.
"Uh, you hit your head pretty hard there, didn't you?" Jim asked, a bit concerned. The salamander grabbed a 'treasure' chest and gripped onto it tightly.
"He wants it – but he'll hafta pry from ole Billy Bones' cold dead claws, a'fore I –"the following was a few huge coughs sending the salamander to the ground. The girl whom was hiding behind the crates decided that the boy wasn't ready to attack anyone if he hadn't battled with the creature from the dysfunctional ship – and instead tried to help him. She gathered her courage and cautiously went to aid them both. She may not have had her memories – but she knew kindness and other sorts. Possibly it was instinctive to her species. She ran over to Jim, who was now helping the creature walk towards the Benbow, dove to Bones' other side and helped him up as well.
"Is he hurt?" she asked, turning to Jim, who hadn't noticed her at first. It was surprising; he hadn't seen her around lately at all – considering that he was sitting on the Inn's roof listening in on his mother's conversation with Doppler. Although he was slightly startled by this weird girl's sudden appearance, he didn't show it.
"Yeah, bad. Help me get him to the Benbow," he said and went on. The girl nodded and kept quiet as they continued up to the Inn.
Sarah and Doppler remained at the Inn, reminiscing of old times past when Jim was just a child.
"Some days I wish that he would open the door, being a smiling, happy little boy, holding a new pet and begging me to let him keep it," Mrs. Hawkins smiled to herself, reliving her happiness whilst she could. Doppler stood and opened the door, preparing to leave, but instead was greeted with Jim and the girl holding up the creature. Sarah gasped.
"James Pleiades Hawkins!" she began.
"Mom he's hurt! Bad!" Jim stalled her from yelling anymore as the salamander rolled onto the ground. The girl back away in slight confusion and fear.
"Me chest, lad," Billy Bones' reached for the box and Jim slid it to him. The creature clicked a few symbols and a latch came undone. He grabbed a sphere-shaped object from the chest and held tightly to it.
"He be comin' soon," Bones mumbled to himself.
"Who's coming?" Jim asked, and was pulled down by Bones' again by his shirt. The salamander hissed his last words to Jim.
"The cyborg... Beware the cyborg..." and with that the creature fell to the floor and died. Jim happened to grab the sphere right before the pirates came.
"We gotta get outta here!" Jim said and helped his mother up the stairs so they would escape faster. The girl was waiting for Doppler when a shot fired through the window and nearly hit them both.
"I believe I'm with Jim on this one!" Doppler exclaimed and chased them up the stairs and the girl followed franticly. Jim pushed them through the window and jumped through as well. The Benbow was no more.
The warmth of the fire inside Dilbert's house was a comforting warmth and ease of what had just happened. Still soaking wet and even under the weight of the soggy trench coat, the odd girl was standing in a corner near the door, dripping on the floor. She was feeling rather unwanted and slightly frightened. However, she was somewhat in shock – as the events she had witnessed and the startle of being pushed out the window, were her first reflections of her new life. The old was gone. It was impossible to remember. So she decided this new world was unsafe and to be feared. She took a step back and looked around nervously. Since she was recently in the rain again, which was worse now, her recent scars had begun to bleed more vigorously then the last time, and the blood was slowly running down her face and staining the gray-ish trench coat. It wasn't too long before she was noticed.
"Are you alright, miss..?" Doppler came over to her with a handkerchief to wipe away the blood slowly streaming down her face. As it was brushed over and collected the spilled blood on her face the girl was shaking with fear. She was even feeling more dizzy than when she had first woken from sleeping on the ground near the Benbow.
"I'm okay," she lied. Even her voice was trembling.
"What is your name?" Dilbert asked, backing up a bit.
"I don't know. I can't remember anything," she spoke a little louder than before. She was getting rather upset by now, her eyes were clouding over and she wiped her eyes with the left sleeve of the trench coat. Dilbert was a little confused as to what to do for the poor thing.
"It'll be alright," he said and helped her out of the sopping wet coat. Her clothes consisted of a black shirt and checkered jeans. They weren't that wet as the coat had covered almost all of her body. She went to go sit by the fire and tried to dry off. She listened in on Dilbert and Sarah's conversation over the odd little sphere and noticed Jim walking over to pick it up. It looked like he was trying to unlock it and having great luck. She grew very interested in watching and then it opened in an array of green lights. The girl blinked and stood up slowly, so she wouldn't tip over. Maybe it was blood loss (she noticed her clothes were quite bloody as well) or maybe she was sleep deprived, but she knew she wouldn't be able to stand for much longer. Feeling incredibly dizzy and weak, she leaned against a wall and struggled to keep her eyes open. Slowly, she took the chance and staggered over to where they were standing and watching the green in the room twirl and lead them on a journey to where it stopped – Treasure Planet.
There was a loud enough thud as the girl collapsed onto the ground just as the map was shutting off.
It was about two hours when she awoke – still slightly dizzy, but it wasn't bad. She still felt really weak, and for the first time in a while she was starving. Maybe that was the cause of her weakness. She scanned the room she was now resting in. She found herself sitting in a chair by the fire – which was now dead except for a few lowly red coals. That was the only light, besides moonlight, source in the darkened room. Everyone seemed to be sleeping, as she could hear breathing. Though she wondered why they were not in other rooms. The house looked very big – big enough for more than one room at the least. The girl turned her gaze to the window with no curtains and obtained a curious small smile. She slowly moved herself from the chair and carefully stepped to the window to admire the night sky. It wasn't raining anymore and there were only a few dark clouds settling within the dark blue sky.
"Wow..." she whispered, her cattish ears springing forward in amazement. She had never set eyes upon such a wondrous sight.
"You okay now?" a voice interrupted her gazing. She jumped back in surprise – then realized she recognized that voice. Although she didn't know his name.
"I-I'm fine..." she muttered, returning her gaze to the window in awkward silence.
"You really can't remember anything?" Jim asked, walking up to the window as well. Before the girl couldn't see him, but now in the moonlight it was clear that she was correct in her guessing game. She shook her head in an answer to his question.
"That must suck," he muttered.
"I don't know. I don't know if it is bad or not. Maybe before I lost my memory I had done something wrong, so I deserved it," she mumbled and hesitated a moment, continuing to space out. "But maybe it's a good thing that I can't remember. It's just... I'd least want to be called something. There's a word nagging at the back of my mind, but I don't know. Kio," she said and turned slightly towards Jim.
"Kio? Jeeze - that's an ancient name – can't remember where it originated though," he told her. The girl looked up to the sky again and smiled slightly.
"Then you can call me that."
It was about a day before Delbert and Jim's trip aboard the RLS Legacy. Jim was impatient – trying hard to wait for the following day to the Spaceport Cresentia. It was going to be great – he knew that – but for while he needed to wait to board the ship, tomorrow, he would take part in some other fun activity. If he could find one. Those damned cops – taking his board like that. Maybe it was possible to make another; the first one was custom made, so why couldn't he build another? If only the cops weren't there – they would surely take it. He didn't even know for sure if he had access to parts essential for the construction of a Solar Surfboard. Jim sighed and went to sit on the edge of one of the many cliffs standing over the Inn and a few other places in the small town.
It was maybe in the afternoon as he still waited there, for an idea of how to wear off boredom to come to him. There was sleeping – but he couldn't sleep now – there was no possible way to fall asleep when he was too excited for the trip ahead.
"Um... hello?" Kio walked lightly behind Jim on the cliff. This was startling for him as he didn't know she was there. Maybe he should tell her not to sneak up on people all the time.
"I never heard your name – what is it?" she asked, smiling sweetly like a child, or someone of her significant memory losses. As for a normal person Kio probably woudn't have been smiling when asking a name – but it was long past.
"Jim," he said in an irritated way, still scanning the horizon. Kio sat down next to him, but a little ways off side.
"What was that green that was filling up the room a few nights ago?" she asked him.
"A map," he answered in the same tone. There was silence.
"I'm sorry – did I do something to anger you?" Kio asked and frowned, scooting away from him a little ways.
"No, it isn't that. Something's just on my mind," he answered, in truth – sitting there reminded him of waiting on the dock when his father left for the final time. Kio still was frowning but in a sympathetic way now.
"Maybe you shouldn't live in the past," she suggested semi- cheerfully. "Since you look so upset, it was probably bad enough while it was happening," she smiled again, although she didn't know that her statement was full of ignorance, it was still amusing to hear it put without a side laugh. Jim smirked somewhat.
"What was that 'map' showing to?" Kio questioned, quite curious at this point about nearly everything.
"Treasure Planet," he told her, not as glum now, and getting excited again for speaking of the planet. It had fascinated him ever since he was a child.
"What is Treasure Planet?" she asked and Jim recited the story of Treasure Planet by heart, Kio listening intently and hanging on his every word. Pirates, new worlds, and riches, an all around epic. Was it real though? Indeed.
"You are leaving for this planet tomorrow?" she asked in disbelief, deciding that Jim was the luckiest being ever. And Delbert, once she heard he was leaving as well. He nodded and Kio frowned glumly.
"Would there be a possibility that I would join in on the hunt...?" she asked quietly in high hopes.
"I don't know, but it isn't up to me – it's up to Doppler. I'm betting he wouldn't want you to come though."
"Is it something I did?" Kio asked, again in high hopes that she did not make Doppler angry. Especially for passing out in his house.
"No – it's probably going to be a rough trip and he wouldn't want you to get hurt," Jim explained to her. Kio thought about this for a moment or two. She decided it was worth that risk to have an adventure.
"I still want to go. It would be greater to be there than here. And besides, you and Doppler are the only ones I actually know," she said – having learned their names by now, but she still didn't know Mrs. Hawkins that well, therefore she only mentioned Delbert and Jim. "It might make some good of me being here... I don't know what I am good for." There was more silence as both had not much to say. In many ways, this odd girl, Kio, reminded Jim of himself. Her attitude was certainly different – but it was obvious that in ways they were alike.
"That's basically why I'm going - to make something of myself. To prove I'm not just a screw-up," Jim mentioned in addition to what Kio had said. In return Kio frowned and turned to stare at him a moment, pity strained in her eyes.
"You aren't a screw-up. How can you say that about yourself?" she asked – forgetting that she knew nothing of him.
"It's not anything worth talking about," he muttered stubbornly. Kio frowned and stood up, beginning to walk off.
"I'm gonna go find Delbert," she explained and went off to leave Jim with his thoughts.
The evening was warm and dry. It was boring and dull. There was nothing happening in Montresser – or at least nothing notable. But as to kill off said boredom and stillness in the particular summer evening, there was an opportunity of mild pleasure – Solar Surfing.
Breaking through the clouds high above Jim Hawkins rode upon his own custom built solar surf board. He soared high beyond the grounds of Montresser of his own free will. High enough now that he cast down the sail of his board and let himself freely drop from the sky – soon his mere freefall turned to vast amounts of amazing spins in the air and flips, still continuing the fall that could take one's life if they were not quick enough to react. Jim was falling closer and closer to the canyon's terrain below, merely feet above it – when he set loose the sail and clenched onto it, sending himself away from the ground once more. He called out in excitement – no words in particular – and tested his surfing abilities to the construction yard.
Jim crashed through a brittle warning post and continued surfing beyond restriction. There was obviously more pleasure in going where one is not granted permission to be to show off – to no one exactly, but for the fun of it – than just flying in an out of canyons. It was getting slightly less exciting to just explore the construction yard doing a few simply tricks or dodging objects here and there, and Jim was beginning to tire – until he saw the opportunity to obtain satisfaction in a daredevil's sport: The turning mill. A large stone wheel with only small openings on its side, where occasionally the holes would fill with the other half of the turning mill. Jim smirked; he knew he could take that stunt.
He cast down the sail once more and leaned inwards. "Come on!" he challenged and readied himself to fly through the construction. The spinning half was about ready to fill the opening Jim was aiming at, when he soared through and slightly skidded across the base of the opening and the closing half. He grabbed the side of his board and aimed for a short trick just as he flew out of the opening, right before it closed in on him. He cheered for himself once more as he glided through the air and sent the sail out again. He felt on top of the world – until the sirens reared behind him.
Mrs. Hawkins was busily waiting on impatient customers at the old Benbow – a great opportunity for much cash due to the large amount of creatures residing there, however a bit unfortunate to have to wait tables on her own. Where was Jim anyways? She could really use his help right about now...
"Mrs. Hawkins," a loud and precise voice interrupted the mix of lower voices taking part of the noise filling the Inn. Two robotic policemen stood at the door (which was roughly swung open. Probably not too good for the well being of the particular door at all...) each on the other side of Jim with a hand placed on his shoulder to keep him from getting away, although he probably wasn't going to try anyways.
"Jim!" Sarah gasped with a mixture of surprise and anger. Jim lowered his head a little ways in shame.
"We have found your son operating a vehicle in a restricted area," One of them explained. "We have confiscated the boy's vehicle." Dr. Doppler stood up and coughed as for them to note his existence.
"Excuse me sirs, if you will. I am Dr. Delbert Doppler, the physicist, perhaps you've heard of me?...No? Um, I have a clipping," Delbert turned to dig in the pockets of his shirt.
"Are you the boy's father?" One of the robots demanded to know. Both he and Sarah were very enthusiastic on the impossibility that Delbert would have that title.
"Back off sir!" both of the robotic policemen demanded. Delbert was slightly startled, then coughed to hold some remaining dignity. He turned to Sarah.
"Ok then, ahem don't ever let me do that again," and slipped away to his table. Sarah couldn't help but smile at the humor that her friend displayed. The police began again.
"Any more slip ups will result in a one-way ticket to Juvenile Hall," one said and pushed Jim to his mother.
"Don't worry – it won't," Sarah said. The cops commented on something about bad choices equaling losers, basically forcing Jim to turn and scowl at them both.
"Take care now," one automatically raised his hat. "Let's motor." They both left and just about the slammed the door. Everyone at the Inn was left staring at Sarah and Jim, speechless, until they were noticed and immediately continued their meals, but slowly.
"Jim, do you want to go to Juvenile Hall, is that it?" Sarah asked him, both concerned and angry at the boy. Jim turned away to help clean up dishes.
"Mom, there was no around," he mentioned with confidence, turning back to his mother. "Those cops just won't get off my –"he stopped talking under the harsh glare of Sarah. Jim sighed and went to clean the dishes he had gathered.
"Jim, I don't want to see you throw away your entire future," she pleaded as Jim went into the kitchen.
"What future..?" he mumbled – his words inaudible to Sarah.
Rain had finally doused the warm evening upon the Benbow – equally filling up the Inn once more for rooms. They were opened slightly later than normal – possibly for the customers. However one had obviously not taken her opportunity for a nice warm bed under the slowly darkening sky and had just awoken to the beat of rain upon her pale – slightly silky furred face. Though the rain was soft, the half human, half felinid would still awake to it. Slowly the girl stood up – though it was very hard as considering how dizzy she was and how much weight was pressing against her torn clothes – a large heavy trench coat. Yes, that must have been the weight of the trench coat that was so heavy against her back. She staggered to the side a bit – reaching out for a surface to lean against, and was in luck that she had fallen against a wall of the Benbow Inn. She must have been sleeping a while, as her 'dirty blonde' hair looked darker as it was soaked, and the trench coat was very drenched itself – which also must have added a few pounds to its fabric. The slight, very most thin coating of white fur about her body, and the thicker coating of white fur that took place on the large feline-like ears of hers that rested almost exactly atop her head was also very damp. Even the water was running into two – obviously fresh – scars that resided under her right eye – the first long and thin, the second slightly wider and shorter, making them both bleed. One thing intrigued the girl though – why? Also, what? What was that wet substance cascading down to... down to... wherever she was? Whatever it was, the girl's curious nature took over and she spun wildly into it. She stretched out her arms and pointed her face to the sky, smiling slightly as the rain hit her again and again. She even giggled slightly, and began to spin slowly once more, soaking up the short remainder of joy. It felt so good to be out in the warmth of night and refreshing drizzle. It almost made her forget that she had no clue where she was, who she was, or why she was even there. There was not an even fair clue as anything. She had no idea what her name was, her background history, or old she was. A regular person could judge her to be between thirteen and fifteen, but she hadn't met anyone yet. As far as she concerned, she was alone.
The girl looked up suddenly as she heard what seemed to be a malfunctioning engine, and just she did so as a smoking and flaring ship flew out from the clouds and landed on the dock of the Benbow. A few seconds later she noted the arrival of a boy running over to the ship. She was wrong – she was not alone. In curiosity the girl ran to assist – but stopped from the fear of being attacked. She did not have any reference to those who inhabited this strange land, so being cautious was vital to her survival. The girl ducked behind a few crates, gripping them tightly as she studied the boy's rescue mission.
"Hey mister! Mister, you're okay in there, right?" Jim banged on the glass door leading into the malfunctioning ship. He looked deeper into the red-hued smoke to see who was in there and suddenly a large amphibian hand hit against the glass door and it swung open. Jim jumped back in startle. An old salamander rolled from the doorway coughing.
"Can't ye hear 'im?!" the salamander-like species grabbed Jim's pitch black loose shirt collar. "Those evil gears and giros clicken' an' whirlin' like the devil 'imself!?" he let go of Jim's shirt to fetch something from in front of his ship.
"Uh, you hit your head pretty hard there, didn't you?" Jim asked, a bit concerned. The salamander grabbed a 'treasure' chest and gripped onto it tightly.
"He wants it – but he'll hafta pry from ole Billy Bones' cold dead claws, a'fore I –"the following was a few huge coughs sending the salamander to the ground. The girl whom was hiding behind the crates decided that the boy wasn't ready to attack anyone if he hadn't battled with the creature from the dysfunctional ship – and instead tried to help him. She gathered her courage and cautiously went to aid them both. She may not have had her memories – but she knew kindness and other sorts. Possibly it was instinctive to her species. She ran over to Jim, who was now helping the creature walk towards the Benbow, dove to Bones' other side and helped him up as well.
"Is he hurt?" she asked, turning to Jim, who hadn't noticed her at first. It was surprising; he hadn't seen her around lately at all – considering that he was sitting on the Inn's roof listening in on his mother's conversation with Doppler. Although he was slightly startled by this weird girl's sudden appearance, he didn't show it.
"Yeah, bad. Help me get him to the Benbow," he said and went on. The girl nodded and kept quiet as they continued up to the Inn.
Sarah and Doppler remained at the Inn, reminiscing of old times past when Jim was just a child.
"Some days I wish that he would open the door, being a smiling, happy little boy, holding a new pet and begging me to let him keep it," Mrs. Hawkins smiled to herself, reliving her happiness whilst she could. Doppler stood and opened the door, preparing to leave, but instead was greeted with Jim and the girl holding up the creature. Sarah gasped.
"James Pleiades Hawkins!" she began.
"Mom he's hurt! Bad!" Jim stalled her from yelling anymore as the salamander rolled onto the ground. The girl back away in slight confusion and fear.
"Me chest, lad," Billy Bones' reached for the box and Jim slid it to him. The creature clicked a few symbols and a latch came undone. He grabbed a sphere-shaped object from the chest and held tightly to it.
"He be comin' soon," Bones mumbled to himself.
"Who's coming?" Jim asked, and was pulled down by Bones' again by his shirt. The salamander hissed his last words to Jim.
"The cyborg... Beware the cyborg..." and with that the creature fell to the floor and died. Jim happened to grab the sphere right before the pirates came.
"We gotta get outta here!" Jim said and helped his mother up the stairs so they would escape faster. The girl was waiting for Doppler when a shot fired through the window and nearly hit them both.
"I believe I'm with Jim on this one!" Doppler exclaimed and chased them up the stairs and the girl followed franticly. Jim pushed them through the window and jumped through as well. The Benbow was no more.
The warmth of the fire inside Dilbert's house was a comforting warmth and ease of what had just happened. Still soaking wet and even under the weight of the soggy trench coat, the odd girl was standing in a corner near the door, dripping on the floor. She was feeling rather unwanted and slightly frightened. However, she was somewhat in shock – as the events she had witnessed and the startle of being pushed out the window, were her first reflections of her new life. The old was gone. It was impossible to remember. So she decided this new world was unsafe and to be feared. She took a step back and looked around nervously. Since she was recently in the rain again, which was worse now, her recent scars had begun to bleed more vigorously then the last time, and the blood was slowly running down her face and staining the gray-ish trench coat. It wasn't too long before she was noticed.
"Are you alright, miss..?" Doppler came over to her with a handkerchief to wipe away the blood slowly streaming down her face. As it was brushed over and collected the spilled blood on her face the girl was shaking with fear. She was even feeling more dizzy than when she had first woken from sleeping on the ground near the Benbow.
"I'm okay," she lied. Even her voice was trembling.
"What is your name?" Dilbert asked, backing up a bit.
"I don't know. I can't remember anything," she spoke a little louder than before. She was getting rather upset by now, her eyes were clouding over and she wiped her eyes with the left sleeve of the trench coat. Dilbert was a little confused as to what to do for the poor thing.
"It'll be alright," he said and helped her out of the sopping wet coat. Her clothes consisted of a black shirt and checkered jeans. They weren't that wet as the coat had covered almost all of her body. She went to go sit by the fire and tried to dry off. She listened in on Dilbert and Sarah's conversation over the odd little sphere and noticed Jim walking over to pick it up. It looked like he was trying to unlock it and having great luck. She grew very interested in watching and then it opened in an array of green lights. The girl blinked and stood up slowly, so she wouldn't tip over. Maybe it was blood loss (she noticed her clothes were quite bloody as well) or maybe she was sleep deprived, but she knew she wouldn't be able to stand for much longer. Feeling incredibly dizzy and weak, she leaned against a wall and struggled to keep her eyes open. Slowly, she took the chance and staggered over to where they were standing and watching the green in the room twirl and lead them on a journey to where it stopped – Treasure Planet.
There was a loud enough thud as the girl collapsed onto the ground just as the map was shutting off.
It was about two hours when she awoke – still slightly dizzy, but it wasn't bad. She still felt really weak, and for the first time in a while she was starving. Maybe that was the cause of her weakness. She scanned the room she was now resting in. She found herself sitting in a chair by the fire – which was now dead except for a few lowly red coals. That was the only light, besides moonlight, source in the darkened room. Everyone seemed to be sleeping, as she could hear breathing. Though she wondered why they were not in other rooms. The house looked very big – big enough for more than one room at the least. The girl turned her gaze to the window with no curtains and obtained a curious small smile. She slowly moved herself from the chair and carefully stepped to the window to admire the night sky. It wasn't raining anymore and there were only a few dark clouds settling within the dark blue sky.
"Wow..." she whispered, her cattish ears springing forward in amazement. She had never set eyes upon such a wondrous sight.
"You okay now?" a voice interrupted her gazing. She jumped back in surprise – then realized she recognized that voice. Although she didn't know his name.
"I-I'm fine..." she muttered, returning her gaze to the window in awkward silence.
"You really can't remember anything?" Jim asked, walking up to the window as well. Before the girl couldn't see him, but now in the moonlight it was clear that she was correct in her guessing game. She shook her head in an answer to his question.
"That must suck," he muttered.
"I don't know. I don't know if it is bad or not. Maybe before I lost my memory I had done something wrong, so I deserved it," she mumbled and hesitated a moment, continuing to space out. "But maybe it's a good thing that I can't remember. It's just... I'd least want to be called something. There's a word nagging at the back of my mind, but I don't know. Kio," she said and turned slightly towards Jim.
"Kio? Jeeze - that's an ancient name – can't remember where it originated though," he told her. The girl looked up to the sky again and smiled slightly.
"Then you can call me that."
It was about a day before Delbert and Jim's trip aboard the RLS Legacy. Jim was impatient – trying hard to wait for the following day to the Spaceport Cresentia. It was going to be great – he knew that – but for while he needed to wait to board the ship, tomorrow, he would take part in some other fun activity. If he could find one. Those damned cops – taking his board like that. Maybe it was possible to make another; the first one was custom made, so why couldn't he build another? If only the cops weren't there – they would surely take it. He didn't even know for sure if he had access to parts essential for the construction of a Solar Surfboard. Jim sighed and went to sit on the edge of one of the many cliffs standing over the Inn and a few other places in the small town.
It was maybe in the afternoon as he still waited there, for an idea of how to wear off boredom to come to him. There was sleeping – but he couldn't sleep now – there was no possible way to fall asleep when he was too excited for the trip ahead.
"Um... hello?" Kio walked lightly behind Jim on the cliff. This was startling for him as he didn't know she was there. Maybe he should tell her not to sneak up on people all the time.
"I never heard your name – what is it?" she asked, smiling sweetly like a child, or someone of her significant memory losses. As for a normal person Kio probably woudn't have been smiling when asking a name – but it was long past.
"Jim," he said in an irritated way, still scanning the horizon. Kio sat down next to him, but a little ways off side.
"What was that green that was filling up the room a few nights ago?" she asked him.
"A map," he answered in the same tone. There was silence.
"I'm sorry – did I do something to anger you?" Kio asked and frowned, scooting away from him a little ways.
"No, it isn't that. Something's just on my mind," he answered, in truth – sitting there reminded him of waiting on the dock when his father left for the final time. Kio still was frowning but in a sympathetic way now.
"Maybe you shouldn't live in the past," she suggested semi- cheerfully. "Since you look so upset, it was probably bad enough while it was happening," she smiled again, although she didn't know that her statement was full of ignorance, it was still amusing to hear it put without a side laugh. Jim smirked somewhat.
"What was that 'map' showing to?" Kio questioned, quite curious at this point about nearly everything.
"Treasure Planet," he told her, not as glum now, and getting excited again for speaking of the planet. It had fascinated him ever since he was a child.
"What is Treasure Planet?" she asked and Jim recited the story of Treasure Planet by heart, Kio listening intently and hanging on his every word. Pirates, new worlds, and riches, an all around epic. Was it real though? Indeed.
"You are leaving for this planet tomorrow?" she asked in disbelief, deciding that Jim was the luckiest being ever. And Delbert, once she heard he was leaving as well. He nodded and Kio frowned glumly.
"Would there be a possibility that I would join in on the hunt...?" she asked quietly in high hopes.
"I don't know, but it isn't up to me – it's up to Doppler. I'm betting he wouldn't want you to come though."
"Is it something I did?" Kio asked, again in high hopes that she did not make Doppler angry. Especially for passing out in his house.
"No – it's probably going to be a rough trip and he wouldn't want you to get hurt," Jim explained to her. Kio thought about this for a moment or two. She decided it was worth that risk to have an adventure.
"I still want to go. It would be greater to be there than here. And besides, you and Doppler are the only ones I actually know," she said – having learned their names by now, but she still didn't know Mrs. Hawkins that well, therefore she only mentioned Delbert and Jim. "It might make some good of me being here... I don't know what I am good for." There was more silence as both had not much to say. In many ways, this odd girl, Kio, reminded Jim of himself. Her attitude was certainly different – but it was obvious that in ways they were alike.
"That's basically why I'm going - to make something of myself. To prove I'm not just a screw-up," Jim mentioned in addition to what Kio had said. In return Kio frowned and turned to stare at him a moment, pity strained in her eyes.
"You aren't a screw-up. How can you say that about yourself?" she asked – forgetting that she knew nothing of him.
"It's not anything worth talking about," he muttered stubbornly. Kio frowned and stood up, beginning to walk off.
"I'm gonna go find Delbert," she explained and went off to leave Jim with his thoughts.