DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to The adventures of TinTin or TinTin the animated series (Although I do love both.) I only own any of the characters I made up. Don't forget R&R (No flames please.) I hope you guys enjoy, this fan fiction with have three aspects to it; Adventure/horror/romance ;).
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9, 5, 11, 34. To Charlie these numbers where important, it was how many days 9, how many hours 5, how many minutes 11 and finally how many seconds 34; She had been here in this dark room with only a bed and a small transparent plastic table. The doctors used to use glass but patients kept breaking it and using the shattered pieces of glass to end their torture. Shock therapy. Charlie let out a deep pained sigh, she knew she was due her first 'therapy session' in two days. She was being watched. Watched by the one who laid this torture upon her. The one who needs her out the way. They won't listen though, they never listen. Detective after detective, Doctor after Doctor. Until now.
The white metal door to which keeps her trapped creaked open and footsteps Charlie didn't know began to pace themselves towards her. The owner of these footsteps sat in the plastic chair across from Charlie.
"Are you a detective?" She asked hesitantly, averting her gaze to the door where he had come in.
"No, I'm a journalist." He replied, Charlie moved her gaze towards him looking right into his hazel eyes, she began to study the appearance of the boy across from her. He had light strawberry blonde hair in an unusual quiff, He was wearing a white polo shirt and over the top a bright blue jumper frayed at the edges with his sleeves rolled up.
"We are being watched." She finally spoke and The boy cocked an eyebrow and then looking up at the security camera to his right and nodded.
"I can see , I'm Tintin pleasure to meet you ..Charlie." He smiled faintly.
"I'm not mad like they say, he wants me here so he can see what I do and what I say." She said in quick panicked tone.
"Who wants you here?!" Tintin replied grasping hold of her shoulders.
"He's watching. He'll kill him if .. if I say." She tried to avert her green eyes from the Tintin's hazel one. "As long as I am in here he sees and he'll kill him if he sees something he doesn't like." Her eyes were bloodshot and her brown hair in a knotted braid to the side.
"Is it true you were an assassin?" He asked now on the edge of his chair.
"I was a slave .. I was forced to kill, they were forced to pleasure older men." Her voice was emotionless and her face slightly screwed up as if blocking a memory. "I was the thing which stopped them being killed as long as I did what he said they could stay alive." she paused and took a deep breathe "They're all dead now anyway." Tintin expected her to cry but no tears were shed from her eyes only the pain and torment was seen.
"I've think i've heard enough. You will be discharged because I know you're not mad. You're trying to protect someone and I promise you that person will live." He paused. "And I'm going to need your help to save him."
She looked up at him in surprise he was the first to listen, a new number was now stuck in her head. 1. Tintin was 1.
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Tintin walked beside Charlie on their way out, it made her feel uncomfortable seeing as many tried to keep their distance from her even her own father. Her father at a very young age tried to sell her make a man night less lonely it was unbearable memory luckily she made a run for it in time. The thought of it sent shivers up her spine.
"Are you cold?" He asked concern on his freckled face.
"Uh, no I'm quite alright thank you." A shadow of a smile appeared for a second across her face. When they made it out of the dreary environment of the institute a man in a sea-mans clothes and with scruffy black hair and bread was waving to them whilst leaning on a blue car.
"So they let her be discharged?" The man spoke in a thick accent, slurring his words.
"Yes. I gave them a stern telling off for dare throwing someone who is anything but insane in a hell hole like the one there." Tintin stood proud with his head held high. "I think we'll ask you the rest of my questions this evening after you've showered and.." He shivered at the mass amount of blood on her patients uniform. He took a small breathe "And get you out of those clothes into some fresh ones." He wouldn't take his eyes off the blood stains.
"It used to belong to a cannibal before he ate himself." She told him, she cocked an eyebrow at his horrified face screwed up probably because of her smell. "I know I stink!"
"No you don't.." He shrugged her.
"Yes you do!" The drunk man spoke brushing his beard with his large hands.
"You don't smell any better … mate." Charlie replied crossing her arms over her chest. The man the growled revealing his revolting breathe it smelt whisky and sardines the smell would of made Charlie vomit but after being in a mental institute for awhile it wasn't that bad. The man calmed down after Tintin gave him a stern look and a nod.
"Do excuse the Captain, he has an I'll temper." Tintin said reassuringly putting his hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Well we should be off to marlinspike hall then." He opened the car door for her and smiled she nodded to say thanks but with a straight face.
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Tintin drove them all the way despite the Captains complaining that he was perfectly sober made Charlie chuckle a bit. It was nice to feel the sun beating down on her for the first time in what felt like years she realised how pale she had gotten, her skin was so translucent you could see the blue of her veins it made Charlie shiver. When they arrived Charlie was astounded it was surrounded by great oak tree and vines growing up the side of it. The windows were perfectly polished and dazzled in the light of the sun. The doors were like drawbridges to a castle. Huge! Tintin noticed her astoundment at the sight.
"Its bigger on the inside." He smirked.
"I had a friend who used to say that." She replied still staring at the sight.
"Are you gonna come in or sit here staring." he asked in a snarky tone.
"Uh..yeah ok." She replied stuttering. He laughed as she followed him and The captain through the doors in the a hall which was larger than five rooms put together in the institute. A tall chandelier hung from the roof with elegant candles lit from it. Turns out the windows where the only clean things at Marlinspike Hall, the rest was coated in dust and dirt and Charlie swore she saw a rat scurry across the floor.
"Alright lets get you out of Dr hannibal lecters clothes!" He laughed and she cocked an eyebrow. "My favourite movie 'silence of the lambs' I'll show you it sometime."
"I'll pass.." She shrugged.
"Well sorry I don't have any female clothes I'll have to lend you mine I'm sure you'll just about fit." He pondered measuring up the size of the girl. "Yes I'm sure you'll fit perfect in some spare clothes I have." She looked at him with her face twisted showing she was clearly not keen on wearing Tintin's clothes. "Its either my clothes or Captain Haddock?"
"Your definitely yours I don't feel like smelling like a bottle of jack." She replied quickly. Tintin chuckled and she joined in after seeing Haddocks scrunched up angry face.
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Tintin came down the creaky wooden stairs with freshly ironed and washed black trousers, white blouse and a black waist coat.
"Best I could do." He shrugged. "Hope its enough. Go try them on for size in the other room."
She left them to whatever they wanted to discuss and head to the other room. This room was the seemingly the largest in the house, it was the ballroom. with six chandeliers all perfectly aligned and huge glass windows, the painting on the roof was most beautiful but she could barely make it out because of the dust the room had gathered. Sheets hung over windows and furniture leaving the room emerged in darkness. "such a shame" she thought. "A room like this never being used."
Tintin's p.o.v
"Tintin." Haddock spoke in a serious tone. "This case will be different than anything you've handled, you will see things many do not wish to have seen."
"Don't you think I know that" I averted my gaze to the window. "But it means to end this suffering then I will see what I need to see."
"What about the girl?" He took a deep breathe. "You know there is a possibility she will not make it out alive of this mission."
"Nobody will die on my case." I turned to meet Haddocks gaze. "And thats a promise I plan on keeping."
"Promises can be broken very easily." Haddock grimaced.
"I know that. But not my promises." I said sternly straightening myself up as Charlie walked in the room in my spare clothes they were a tiny bit baggy but apart from that a perfect fit.
"Thankyou..for lending me your clothes." I nodded a ghost of smile appeared across her face, I think she was beginning to trust us.
"Thats alright. You look rather nice in them." I winked at her and she rolled her eyes at me. Haddock gave me a stern look and I snapped back into reality.
"Miss shine, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"
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A/N Hey guys hoped you enjoyed this Fan fiction please R&R (no flames please) give me your ideas so far because i trying to add a bit of mystery into this by making Charlie not what you may think she is and have her reveal secrets along the way as she grows a closer bond to Snowy, Haddock and most of all Tintin.