Prologue: The Beginning
"No! No please! Please don't!"
The helpless woman cried, holding up her arms as protection as the large man stood above her, an evil and hungry look in his eyes that sent chills of fear down her spine. The woman let out a shriek as he started to reach for her. Her eyes clamped shut.
Suddenly the dark shadow was gone. Her eyes flew open to see a small frame beating the man, strong yet small fists beating in to his body, dark brown eyes sharp and focused as the smaller figure fought the one that was clearly superior to him.
The small one landed a strong hit right in the jaw of the man, knocking him down on to the ground. The boy stood over the cowering man who let out whimpers of fear and dismay. "Now listen," the boy said. "I don't want to ever hear from you again. If you so much as look at a woman, I'll know about it. And believe me when I say it, I will know. Got it?"
The voice was higher in tone and pitch, sending bouts of curiosity through the young woman who had been saved. The boy's voice, childish as it was, came out dark and threatening. He meant what he said. The loser of the fight nodded numbly, whimpering slightly.
"Good. Now beat it!"
The man scrambled away and out of sight. The boy stood to his full height, which wasn't very much. Rain started to break from the clouds, and he walked over to the girl. He held out a small pale hand. "Ma'am? Would you like to get up? Don't worry. He's gone now."
She stared up in the face of her rescuer. His brown eyes were dark and his teeth a clean pure white. His hair fell down in a messy drape with tangles and knots. It clumped in the falling rain. W-Was his hair, blue?
The woman held his hand as he helped her up. The boy was small, barely even thirteen. His frame was small too. Everything about him was, small. "Uh, thank you," she said. How had he been able to defeat that other man, who had been huge, strong and more than twice his size?
"No problem ma'am," he said with a smile. "Would you like me to walk you home?"
So polite, she observed. "Um, no thank you. I'll be fine. Thank you so much."
He bowed to her, sweeping his hat from his head and moving his arm in front of his waist. "It's no trouble ma'am. Have a good evening." He turned and began to walk away, putting his baseball cap back on to his head.
"Wait!" she called.
He stopped, turning towards her. His silhouette became dark in the faded light. "What's your name?" she asked.
The boy paused quietly upon this. He furrowed his brow down in thought. At last he lifted his head to her, "I don't have a name ma'am. Just call me Kid."
He tipped his baseball cap to her. The saved one blinked. In that single moment, he was gone.
Such a strange boy. . . she thought to herself, her heart beating too loudly. She began to back away in to the main street. Her heels clicked on the cement as she walked quickly away. She would definitely have a story for her friends the next day.
And definitely for the paper.
Hello friends, and thank you for joining me on this next adventure! (bows in sweeping motion) I thank you for coming to read yet another of my PnF fanfictions. Once more, this will center more around Perry, and how he became an agent. I promise that all things will become clear in due time, such as why our favorite OWCA agent is a human. ;p
