Shockwaves
Prologue
The doors are shoved open, letting a blast of cool air conditioning hit a man as he strides into the familiar place that leads him to in his work.
The blindingly white color of everything and the burn of antiseptic has almost no affect anymore on Charlie Swan, chief of police in the small town of Forks, as he walks past crying patients and anxiously waiting families. Any other time, he would stop and feel a moment of sympathy for these people, but he is not here for his work this day.
The Chief of police searches the grieving faces as he makes his way to the woman at the desk.
She smiles at seeing him and holds up a finger as she finishes talking into the phone. After the middle-aged woman hangs up and writes something on a note, she looks up at the all too familiar face.
"What can I do for you Chief Swan?" She asks, a polite smile on her ever patient face.
"Kristin Monroe?" He requests, fiddling with his bushy mustache in worry.
The receptionist types a few things on the computer before nodding.
"Room E219 on the third floor. She's in with Carlisle."
"Thank you, Zoe." He says quickly, before striding down the ever-white walls of the hospital.
He makes his way up and up, his unease growing more and more until finally he sees a familiar face and relief washes over him.
"Kristin, thank god- are you all right?" He asks, gripping the shoulders of his long time friend and looking her over for any injuries.
She laughs, swatting his hands away.
"Yes, Charles, I'm fine. I'm here on business."
"Oh," he says, straightening up and assuming a more professional stance. "One of your kids?"
Her smile melts into a more somber expressions and nods before stepping aside from and open door and indicating to take a look inside.
An ache spreads over his chest as he sees the girl who can't be more than sixteen, sitting on a hospital bed as the best doctor in that small, dreary town, flutters around her.
She is wearing a hospital gown that reveals large bruises on her arms in the shape of hand prints, a cut that had just been stitched up above her right eyebrow, and a dark blue-black coloring her left eye. He remorsefully suspects that under the baggy gown, is bandages wrapped around her ribs. Tiny drops of crimson are splattered over her face like she was sprayed with it from an airbrush.
"Abused." His old friend tells him gravely, in a tone saying that 'this kid has gone through a lot'.
Charlie Swan's hands clench into fists.
"So I'm here to put the man behind bars?" He guesses, an eagerness to see the man who did this, get the justice he deserved. There was always something about a man harming a child (or woman) that made rage roar in his blood.
"No actually," Kristin says, glancing wearily back at her charge. "That man is dead. Not sure how- seems to have just exploded from the inside out. God striking him down would be my best guess."
"Then- and don't get me wrong, it's nice seeing you- but why am I here?"
He moves his eyes from the expressionless girl to his old friend, and watches in confusion as she chews her lip in hesitance.
"I need a favor," she admits and the chief of police nods eagerly to help.
"I need you to take her for a while- foster her if you will."
He blanches. "What- no! I don't know how to take care of a kid!" He waves wildly in his panic at the prospect. "And a teenager no less. There is no way that I'll be able to-"
"Please, Charles," she says catching his hands and staring at him fiercely with begging eyes. "She's been in the system since she was four because her parents were killed right in front of her before she watched their killer blow himself up, she watched her first foster parents die in a bank robbery where somehow they exploded, and she's had over a hundred foster homes, but they all send her back because they say that she scares them because she is like a robot. Please, Charles, it will only be temporary- just until I can find another family to take her in."
Staring at his pleading friend for minutes on end, his shoulders slump in defeat and sighs.
"Fine." He says wearily, sincerely hoping that he doesn't mess up. "What's her name?"
Relief floods the child services agent's face. "Her name is Isabella Blackwood. She goes by Bella for short. I'll go do the paperwork."
She pauses halfway down the hall and turns back to her high school friend and looks at him with such earnest. "Thank you." She says.
Charlie Swan looks back into the room to see Dr. Carlisle Cullen finishing up and talking to her, but she doesn't seem to be paying him any attention. The entire time he has been standing there, she has just been staring at the wall, not even wincing as the good doctor sewed up her forehead.
Now though, she turns to face the chief of police, dark brown and bloody hair falling around her shoulders, to stare at her new caretaker with blank, dark brown- almost black, eyes.
A shiver runs down his spine at the absolute nothingness he sees in them.
A/N: So, I've been sitting on this for a while and I haven't gotten past the first chapter. I don't know when or if I will update this story, but I'll try; I just wanted to get it out there. Please leave a review and let me know what you think!
~Silver~