Marley Onette
Chapter 1-Why So Speechless?
Summary: This will probably be a few chapters. Just something that came to me in the shower one night and I thought why not? Any feedback is well come, anything at all. But just not to say that you thought it sucked and a monkey could do better, because nobody's making you read it, so shove off! Anyway R&R. By the way this is only like my third fanfic so go easy. Enjoy!
Story: "Oh no," sighed a small blonde from behind a tall desk. So this is where we start our story, in the insignificant town of Cochem, Germany. A girl working in the local hospital. So, here we have it, a small girl behind a tall desk sighing at something in the local paper. Here's where the real story starts.
"Hello," came a high, scratchy voice from behind the desk. He was wearing a purple striped jacket with a hood covering his head and face. It made the small frame jump.
"What can I do for you, sir?" she replied in a heavy german accent, recovering herself.
"Do you have any records of a, uh, Leah Onette checking in?" he responded, in his cool but unnerving tone.
"U-um," the girl swallowed, "I'll check." So for the next two minutes the girl searched for some verification of a 'Leah Onette'. The man was growing impatient, swaying on the spot.
"Er, here we are, Leah Onette... Oh I'm sorry, sir, sh-she died yesterday morning," the slight girl said, though not without a hit of mournfulness. She didn't know Leah died yeterday morning. And she had flowers to give to Leah today, to congratulate her on her new baby girl.
"Oh well, then maybe you'd like to tell me the position of the newly born daughter," he answered.
"I-I'm sorry, that information is classified and cannot be given out to the unknown," she muttered. How did he know that Leah had given birth to a baby, let alone a girl.
"I am Frank," and he said this with some regret, "Onette. I am the father of the girl. Now if you on't mind I want to see my daughter, so she can grow up with a normal father," he exclaimed a little coldly, but with a smile in his voice.
And the girl at the reception desk, being completely ignorant and not having the experience with liars, told the man where the orphaned infants were kept. The nodded his head and strolled away. He walked down the long, thin corridors with peeling paint on the walls. Finally he reached the position of his 'daughter'. He stopped and picked up the closest infant to him. "Don't worry, darlin', Uncle J's here," he crooned.
The man read the writing on the end of the cot:
Name: Marley Onette
Date of Birth: 18th of November 1997
By Whom Named (I know it doesn't actually say this on a information chart but you need to know the story): Harleen Quinzel
"Good ol' Harl," whispered the man, smiling to himself.
"Uh, can I help you, sir. People aren't allowed in here without supervision of a doctor or nurse," a light German accent said. Suddenly, the man pulled out a gun from his purple jacket and a loud BANG echoed throughout the hospital. This made all the babies cry. All except one, and that one was a baby girl by the name of Marley Onette, laughing, snuggling into the man's chest.
"That's my girl."