I know, I have a habit of posting four or five stories at once, but I has the inspiration needed for this story, SO I MUST START IT.
Any kind of criticism/reviews and all else are allowed.
If I don't update in a while, it's either because of a trip (doubtful), I lack the inspiration (most likely), or I've forgotten all about it. (99.99 chance unlikely)
I'll try to keep the chapters at least 1 000 words, not 200 word crap.
Also, slight note: Kathryn has a bit of a mouth, but you still have to count for Edward, okay?
She was alone, she was cold, and she had no memories. She could hear the distant noise of a door slamming shut, and then a lock clicking in place. It was the cold feeling that surrounded her that lulled her into the deep abyss of unconsciousness.
She awoke several hours later, shivering. She tried to stand, but her ribs cried in protest. Instead, she just sat, hunched over, her left hand held tight in a ball. It was then she realized the extent of her injuries. Cracked and possible broken ribs, and a deep throb in her hand…
She opened her blood-soaked palm, to reveal a strange circle carved into her palm, which would certainly leave a permanent scar, or at least one that would last up until she was fifty. She closed her palm again when the pain became too much to bear. There, that was much better, although it still hurt…
Letting the tears stream down her cheeks, she stood up, trying to ignore the pain her ribs gave her. Instead, she slowly began to walk up the steps, her right hand clutching the railing, her left still held tight in a fist.
When she made it to the top, she noticed that it was all dark in the room. Using her right hand, she felt for a light switch, and she eventually found one right next to her.
The room lit up like a theatre in front of her. There was a living room that only held a couch closest to her, a kitchen to her right, and a staircase at the other end. Completely going against the idea of going up the staircase, she instead flopped on the couch, albeit rather painfully. The couch, she noticed, was as hard as a rock. She didn't care, though. It was better than standing or sitting on the floor.
It was then that she took the time to think about herself. 'Who am I?' No answer came at first, until two words flashed briefly through her mind, before disappearing again.
"Kahhthuryn Yuumeiiii?" She spoke, her words slurred and unclear. She repeated the name.
"Kathryn Yuumei…" Her throat was dry and hoarse. It felt like she hadn't drank in days. She vaguely wondered why she hadn't drank in so long, but quickly pushed the thought away.
She continued to question herself. 'How old am I?' Every time she got an answer, she would speak the word as to get her mouth working.
It came to a point where the pain in her ribs called her attention away from her thoughts. So far, she had learnt that that her name was Kathryn Yuumei, she was 10, her favourite fruit was an apple, and a few other minor things.
When she was about to fall asleep, the door burst open, extra lights were flicked on, and there noises. Oh god- such loud noises! There was shouting, the thump of people running down the sets of stairs, among the many noises around her. It hurt to hear them, so began to whimper. Apparently, her whimpers did not go unheard, as she suddenly felt a presence beside her, and her eyes flew open.
It was a calm, soothing voice that greeted her.
"It's okay, little one… you're safe now." His face was dark, even in the bright light; she couldn't see it, but she knew she would never forget his hair. It was black, much like her own, and so shiny…
She reached out to touch a strand that fell on his face, which earned a small snicker from behind the person, as he gently put an arm around her neck, while she played with his lock with her right hand, and another around her legs. She whined in protest as she was lifted up, her ribs crying along with her.
"Hush now…" the voice whispered, calming her somewhat, but she kept crying. There was soon a blanket wrapped around her, and she was being rocked back and forth slowly, so slowly... then someone grabbed her hand rather roughly, and she screamed with all the air she had. Her hand was being squeezed hard, and it hurt so much. Suddenly, the arm that was around her legs was no longer there, and she felt her hand being gently squeezed. Something cold was touching it, probably a cold, wet cloth.
"You shouldn't be rough with her, sir. She's just a child." There it was again, that voice.
"I don't care! Look at her hand! It's all bloody! For all we know, the enemy could have written a message on that brat's hand!" It was a voice; rough, and it just made Kathryn whimper more.
"Sir, you're scaring her. Please stop." The arm was under her legs again, and she could feel herself being lifted, so very slowly.
While she was being carried away, she could have sworn that rough voice was yelling at her, but why?
"Hush... I won't let anyone hurt you, little one." The voice, so calm and soothing, was what lulled her to sleep, as well as being rock in the person's arms.
She never heard the voice again, but she would always remember it.
Pretty short, I think, but I didn't have the heart to keep going.
I'm pretty sure that 99 of you know who the person is. It's probably quite obvious.
Meh, I'll kick up the next chapter sometime soon.
Yay for inspiration!