of an Angel

by ladyknights104

As if by fate the Starsky and Hutch come across a girl named Angel. For unknown reasons she doesn't speak yet she communicates with hand signs and other ways as well. Sometimes they can't help but feel that she's trying to tell them something. Even though she doesn't speak her unsaid words show them a world of love and hate and makes them realize their love for each other. Slash

1. Prologue

Now this first chapter comes from the POV of the young girl Angel and it basically explains what's up with her. It's and entry in her diary prior to all the madness that will ensue.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Dear Diary,

I remember when I was younger my mother would tell me that I had a

beautiful voice…that one day I would be the most famous singer in the world

one day. Back then it was merely a compliment that made me happy, but now it isn't much more than an empty promise. She was so kind to me…she's one of the people that I truly loved in this world.

When she died I just felt so empty. My father didn't take her death so well. It wasn't my fault that the man was drunk, it wasn't my fault that he crashed into us! It wasn't my fault! It wasn't my fault…so why does he hit me? Why does he say all those things that seem like they are meant to hurt me? When my mother died…everything seemed to go downhill. I and my father had to move from New York to this place in California called "Bay City".

I don't really remember my life in the east coast, I only remember the good times with my mother and the people at the church. They were nice people…but they just didn't understand. Whenever things were bad they told me to pray, that prayer would fix everything. Well, I prayed for my mother to live in the hospital, she still died. I prayed for the pain of her death to leave my chest, it still hurts. I prayed for my father to stop hurting me, I still have the bruises on my arms.

It didn't take long for the kids at my new school to discover I was weak and exploit it. They would always say that I talked funny and that my voice was ugly. Whenever I talked everyone laughed at me so now I do not speak.

I befriended a nice black girl that I met walking home from school. Her name is Roxanne and she lives with her gang members in some apartment on the not-so-nice side of town. They're nice people though…Roxanne and her gang. They're all a couple years older than me, about 17 or 18. My own age is 13 but I'll be 14 in a few months. They treat me like a little sister and take care of me when I run away from my father and away from my house. Basically they feed me, give me a bed, and Roxanne will walk me to school. I'd like to live with them but I wouldn't want to be a bother.

I usually find comfort in reading the paper. I especially like to read about those two detectives, Starsky and Hutchinson. They seem like nice people, plus they look good together. I mean they're probably not dating but I can't help but sense that there's something going on between them. Sometimes I'll have a dream about one of their cases before it happens. Sort of like when there was that disease and Hutchinson got infected. I had a dream about that and the next week it was in the paper. Strange…I seem to have dreams about something that will happen in the future. Then again it might just be my imagination.

With the help of Roxanne I've found the courage to sing again. Not with other people around but when I'm by myself. I hope that I'll find the courage to let Roxanne hear me sing, I think she'd like it. The door just clicked…dad must be home. I better hide you now; he doesn't like it when I write.

Until we meet again, Angel

Alright now that we've got some in-depth on Angel it's time we get the ball rolling!