Disclaimer- I do not own Dollhouse. I am simply just playing with the dolls.
Growing up in a World Gone bad.
Chapter One
My name is T. But to everyone else it's William Kraft. My true parents were Anthony Ceccoli and Priya Tsetsang. This is the true story of how the voices in my head started. He told me to take his name, for safety. You may think this is false, simply because I vanished after the attack on the L.A Dollhouse. Most people think me dead, and to most people, I am dead. I thought I was dead, but that's when he came. I'm recording this now so everyone can know what happened during the apocalypse. Some of you must have lost friends and family even time. And I want you to know the truth about what happened.
My hero came. I had only seen him a few times around the Dollhouse, but he always hung around Echo and Paul Ballard. I was ten at the time and had hidden myself behind an upturned table as there was a shoot-out happening upstairs, mainly in DeWitt's old office.
I could hear them dying above me, people I never even met that had all fallen victim in some way to the clutches of Rossum. I thought my parents must have sent him, I thought wrong, he was the only survivor of the team that went up against the band of butchers that were still up in the higher levels, I could hear their victorious laughs above me.
He yelled out above the noise, "Is there anybody still alive out there?"
I called out. He didn't seem to hear me at first. But when I called out the second time his head snapped in my direction and he ran over, being careful to avoid any fallen debris. He hunched down to where I was so he could look me in the eye, "What's your name?" He asked.
"T" I answered.
A look of surprise and concern drifted across his face, which was shortly replaced with determination.
"Victor and Sierra's kid, yeah?"
I nodded my head.
"Come with me, I knew your parents." He stood up and extended a hand. My Mother always said to never go with strangers, I felt like I trusted him, but not the imprinted kind of trust that the actives have with their handlers, the kind of trust that he was going to take care of me no matter what. I took his hand.
"Welcome to the Alpha squadron kid, I have some more people down in the compound, and a few kids that would love to hear your survival story."
"Do you mean safe-haven?"
"I found it, didn't I."
There was the sound of gunfire from above, the butchers obviously realising there were more survivors.
"We gotta go."
"Wait, go up there?"
"Yeah the genius that designed this place only gave it three exits. I killed him… I think, anyway, the main entrance is guarded by butchers, the second no longer works and the last one has some complex key-code that I definitely could figure out, but it would take me too long, well it wouldn't take me long,
Yes it would,
I could figure it out in ten seconds,
Stop it we're not doing it.
That means our only option is straight up the elevator shaft and through the broken window, using the rope ladders that the butchers used."
I simply nodded my head.
He knelt back down again, this time to pick me up. I was wary this time, his last sentence had made me wonder who exactly this hero was, I had heard the legends about the 'composite', Alpha and Omega, the lost boy with an obsession for slashing faces. But never did I think I would ever come to know him.
My first chapter in this AU story but hopefully I'll be able to publish the next chapter soon. Please be nice with reviews this is my first Dollhouse story.