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The sorrow of a fallen angel of time
Chapter 1 The Orphanage
I must warn you though what you may read will drive you to insanity and break you emotionally until you remain as lifeless as I.
"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell."
~William Shakespeare
I vouch not for myself but for the crippled heart of humanity.
As I fall from grace and into a never ending hell of despair,
Regret and never ending torment.
And thus I breathe today a wounded but an incomplete soul.
Without heavenly wings to guide me back home.
As for the members of my family.
Never lasted very long.
~Character addressing it to her cousin of the Hikari through a letter.
I never had a wonderful childhood. In fact it was quite the opposite of what you children would call fun or family love. To me I could spit on it. My life was far from the average family.
Why must you ask?
Well that's easy to be blunt like I've always tried to be in order to be at peace with myself.
The answer?
They're dead. Rotted corpses that were burned in a fire that was meant for me but they gave me up before that had happened to save my siblings, a bloody waste of time.
What happened after that? Well that's easy my Uncle Sidrick had me that's what!
My 'poor' precious 'beloved' Uncle Ezlo didn't want anything to bloody do with me. He said. NO! I quote that "I have no time when it comes to raising or looking after children. Nor do I have no room"
But really he never wanted a hazard that could get him killed. Someone more powerful with undeveloped powers. Sad old man UGH! I could strangle him. It's bad enough he lied to his non-identical twin brother but he knew and still stayed with me.
Up to the age of 4 he turned bad and deformed into an undead.
What's worse?
Well not so hard
The last moments I had of him?
He shot acid from his hand into my eyes so I was blind with memory loss.
So where did I go?
My uncle's friend's wife who was pregnant *Shivers* I still remember what HE did.
Past
Age 4 ½
The girl woke up in a shot from the dream she had and went to Clair in order to tell her the news about her husband.
"CLAIR! CLAIR WAKE UP! I KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO CLAYTON! HE'S NOT DEAD!" the girl yelled as she rushed on the 1st floor to find her carer's room.
She paused near the big window due to the sound of thunder that echoed through the quake, it grew violently with each second past.
The vases, the windows and the doors exploded and shattered into pieces as a loud ear piercing shriek hit the house.
Clair went out only to see the girl had stopped near the main window on the floor. Fear rose in Clair's chest as the scream went louder from audio to more threatening.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"I- I don't know... one minute I was calling you. Then the house started shaking and now things are breaking apart" the girl was beyond petrified, her heart was drumming out of her chest which was making her want to hurl from the intense scene. Laying down before them.
Clair's blood froze in her veins. It was as if she knew what was coming as she turned towards the main window.
"AMINA! MOVE OUT THE WAY!" Clair screamed. However.
The girl could only look in fear of the main window as it smashed into a million pieces and was sent at her like daggers. She was unable to move as if she was glued to the spot- frozen by a terrible spell: a nightmare that she had hoped would go away and leave her be. But alas this wasn't a dream and the sound of tearing flesh and gasps of breath loss was sounded. She fell back with a sickening crack while feeling blood rushing in her ears before she collided with the floor then bounced once until she was still. But her ears remained alert to the screams that escaped from Clair's lips. Clair rushed over to cradle the injured child.
She violently removed her robe and wrapped it round the little girl as she tried to get the girl to stand.
"Oh my gosh! Amina, you're freezing" she gasped. Puffs of stream escaped her tender lips that shivered in fear. Her blond hair was getting soaked by the blood of the girl.
The girl was slashed everywhere. This had caused her clothes to be reduced to rags. As blood oozed slowly, stinging the child silently but she made no noise.
Trickles of blood oozed out of the girl's head.
"What an earth were you going out of your room?" she asked the little girl. The girl's vision was out of focus for a bit but recovered until she saw Clair's blue eyes completely. She remembered.
"Calling you. I know what happened to him. Clayton's-" the little girl paused as the sounds and quake had vanished so suddenly. The air became tense. The grandfather's clock was the only thing ticking in the eerie silence. As if... death was counting down the minutes till it claimed yet another victim.
Clair wrapped the jumper round the child whose lips were turning blue and her skin paler than paper. She shielded the girl from the window. A pair of wings began to beat slowly and loudly with each second. A woman's voice was sounded in a blood wrenching scream causing them the shield their ears tightly in a futile attempt to block out the noise.
A dragon's head had risen up along with its torso and wings. HE sat on the stone thrown glaring at the 2 in his presence.
"omg" she said quietly in a breathless voice. She stared transfixed in fear but the girl stared at him with less fear.
She dropped her arms from the child causing the little girl to look back slowly and in fear, her pulse slowed down that it was close to stopping.
She knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it.
Her voice was small until it gained a loud volume.
"CLAIR NO!" the girl screamed. It was too late.
Noise came from the stairs, tumbling and bones were breaking blood was seeping and pain was growing.
The girl was transfixed in shock. Her legs failed to move.
She heard a bone chilling voice from behind her as her hand leaned onto the banister.
"Turn around" its voice hissed softly but menacingly which could send shivers down the spine. She continued to hold onto the banister. She turned to look at him in fear. His grey skin was sickening. Dead like and the red eyes to her were like the devils. She was unable to shed a tear. No,
she had forbidden her own tears to show at the monster in front of her a person she was unable to recognize. She wiped the blood from underneath her left eye coldly. She shot her head forward to the stair case.
The legs became robotic until they began to walk. But she willed them to move until she was at the bottom of the stairs.
'Please don't be dead. Please hang in there. Please LIVE' she willed as she dashed to Clair's side. The damage had already been done.
Clair's right arm had been broken. Her ribs had broken causing her to wheeze as a few were digging in to her and her right ankle had swelled into a nasty purple colour. However she still attempted to get up. It was in vain.
"D-don't try to move. I..." she tried to calm Clair down but was in hysterics.
"I don't know what to do! I-I was use to fixing these kinds of things... now... I can't. I can't do it!" she cried in despair.
Tears finally shone as she broke down on the floor. A comforting hand went on to her shoulder.
She looked at the calm yet sad Clair.
"Ca- Call... the ambulance... and get... out of... here... a-and don't look back... do you understand?" Clair said firmly as she held the little girl's cheek. The girl stared in shock. Her heart broke into a thousand pieces. She knew that this would be the last time that she would see Clair ever again. She wept.
"Do you understand?" Clair asked her.
"W-what? But Clair. I can't leave you here. You're hurt. This is my fault this has happened right? This is why my uncle Ezlo never wanted me. I'm a plague. I create death to people who I care about or who come close to me" she wept. She sent her hands to cover her face. Not caring that they were stained with blood. Clair's heart tightened in guilt.
"No. No this isn't your fault. There are evil people in this world that are the cause of this. You are not to blame" Clair said with determination. The girl removed her hand and looked with tear stained eyes. Shame crept on to her face.
"But... please for me... just... go" Clair croaked. She coughed blood from her lips. The girl then stood up, her body shock from the sudden action and went to the phone.
"H-hello? Ambulance... p-please. At Clayton Carrington mansion step on it, please! A woman has fallen down the stairs... she's pregnant!" she said in a now strong voice. She wiped her tears and looked at Clair for the last time and smiled as best as she could.
"Good bye Clair and thanks... thanks for everything" she said to her. She smiled warmly at the girl.
"I am glad to of protected and knew you for a short period of time" Clair said to her causing her to smile bravely. The girl left not looking back.
She died giving birth to boy who was never seen again. Not even to me.
I had time travelled by accident due to his ambush. He knew that I would leave the safety of the house and attacked me. I was lucky for my powers to of kicked in sending me to my sister Maria and Grandfather Gerald. But alas it never lasted long.
I had never forgiven the soldier for taking the life of my sister, my grandfather's project and also the fact that he almost took my life which had lead my grandfather to madness. In the end my grandfather died in prison while the officers that tormented him were not punished nor were found out. However I saw it happen but had no voice as I watched him from my dream.
I had nowhere to go. I was lost and scared, I felt cold and so alone.
A group of people found me so petrified causing some of the police to try and retrieve me but I dashed off knowing due to their minds giving it away. I always knew that I wasn't wanted but it didn't help me or had given me any comfort to know that they'd mask it with their faces of deceit.
Unfortunately I grew tired and weary giving the officers time. One grabbed my arm tightly causing me to scream in agony while the other laughed.
Another officer came after hearing the scream... I couldn't believe it.
She sat on the seat waiting for them to call her. She gripped her torn blue dress tightly in anticipation that they may hurt her or send her to a horrible place.
Silence echoed while a pen was scratching on the desk which held the paper. The receptionist peered up with a glare but softened it as she pitied the girl. While wondering what could of happened to of caused her to be here in this manner.
The girl listened to the people carefully. She pushed her shoulder length black dusty yet messy hair from her ear. She stared at the bullet sized whole on her dress that was below the breast but stayed quiet. She shielded her right arm which contained a sapphire dragon wrapped round her arm to her elbow. Since she had no sleeves on her dress.
"I'm sorry but this girl is dangerous! She should be taken to the mental institute from where she can get the best care" said one of the officers.
The third one stared in shock.
"You can't be serious! She's had just suffered recent trauma and you want to escalate it! She needs a home" the third one said while feeling angry for the officers' heartless attitude towards her.
"I strongly agree, but what she needs is therapy" the woman called Mrs Becklesbee replied strongly.
"Then why isn't her name in the records. She's not listed" the second said as he read the reports.
"That doesn't matter-"
"Pardon me Mrs Becklesbee but she has no listed parents! No guardian! She ran away from the police and she just suddenly appeared out of nowhere causing panic to the people. She must be locked away for every ones sake. She's a menace to society" the second one interrupted fiercely causing the woman to get angry. She stood up from her desk.
'This is it...' the girl thought. She squeezed her eyes shut while hoping for a miracle.
The receptionist looked only to gasp lightly as a purple ora appeared round the girl as she sat cross legged. She began to hover in the air just a bit.
'This isn't real. This kind of stuff just doesn't happen. I wonder who she is and what happened to her parents?' the receptionist asked in wonder. She blinked in shock as the girl had stopped hovering and the light had mysteriously disappeared.
At the same time the four people came out. The two officers that found me were livid while the third was looking relieved as he turned to Mrs Becklesbee who smiled warmly at him.
"Please take good care of her" the third one pleaded.
"Don't worry yourself Mr Hikari (O-O bet you never saw that one coming. Roughly about 30/40 years before Satoshi was born) I'll make sure she is safe from harm" Mrs Becklesbee laughed at him being a worry wart.
"I hope so" he sighed. "Well I'm off. My wife is probably worried about why I'm so late. Surie may also be waiting for me to tuck her in" he smiled.
"Well safe trip sir. If you want you can visit her to see how she's doing?" she offered.
"That would be wonderful, take care now good night" he sighed.
"Good night" Mrs Becklesbee replied warmly.
"And goodnight little one" he smiled at the girl while ruffling her hair. However tears shone from her eyes from the last two words that were spoken from his lips removing the smile to shock.
"What's wrong?" he asked but she pushed him away from her.
"Nice one Taski! You really know how to make children cry!" The first one laughed.
"Hey shut up Tony or I'll have you fired! You do remember that I am the commander of the police force" Taski snapped resulting the officer to quieten down.
"Sheesh! You take things too far I was only fooling around" Tony sighed at his boss's behaviour.
"Well don't!" he turns to the girl and gave her a sympathetic smile.
"I'm sorry to of upset you. Did your family call you little one?" he asked but she remained mute. He nodded then stood up.
"Well I bid you adieu and that I hope that we meet soon" Taski said cheerfully.
'I hope that we don't' the girl thought angrily but somehow he heard it due to his expression.
"Have a nice stay here and stay here at the orphanage and I am sorry to of upset you" Taski said and went with the others to file the report then leave for home.
Satoshi woke up in sweats and peered round the room of the orphanage he was living in since he was a baby. He got up shakily to the side of the bed feeling scared and afraid of what he had dreamt of.
"Only a dream. Only a dream" he said to himself over until he was strong enough to move.
'But why? Why has it suddenly come back' he pondered in thought and went to get out of bed.
He hissed as the floor was very cold the moment his feet touched it causing him to grip the covers that were meant to of kept him safe and warm at night. Sadly it didn't give him much comfort as he peered down to see the floor closely to see scratch marks on the floor caused by fingers.
His heart stopped and felt a huge chill enter his bones.
"It's only a dream. But why do I relive them in my sleep?" he thought. While he was in a state of panic. His heart suddenly went as fast as a jack rabbit.
Sapphiet: Let me know what you think. There's more to come. also please don't flame... *looks* Hey where's Krad?
Krad: *Faints