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Chapter 1: Meeting Law
"Listen well my child to the story that I am about to tell you. It is a story of revenge, family, and love. It is a story of what you are and how you came to be." The woman standing before me in a marine uniform with dull glowing red eyes seemed to stare right through me. "I know that you probably don't want to hear this story, but you need to. You need to know everything before it becomes too late for me to tell you this. I want to start with your name. If I had followed the ancient customs of my family, you would not be a Trafalgar. You would be a Wilshire, and because of that you are destined to die just like me." I looked down at my hands. They had turned completely black and looked like ash. I looked back up at the woman and began telling my story whether she was ready to listen or not.
I thought I understood what it meant to be a Wilshire, living and dying with protecting others being the sole reason for my existence. I thought I had come to terms that we were destined to die, with most of us dying rather young, and I thought that my sister was different for so many reasons. She was strong. She had saved my life. She had done so many things to protect me and her children, but I had forgotten something very important along the way. My sister was a Wilshire just like me, her children, and all those that had come before us, and she was destined to die just like the rest of us. That destiny left me alone in this world at the young age of nine.
"Hold still sweety. This is going to hurt." How do you tell a doctor that you can't feel anything anymore? I hadn't been able to feel anything since the age of six. No pain, no sense of touch, and unable to tell if it was hot or cold left me somewhat vulnerable, but it also afforded me the ability to keep going in a fight. My nerves had been so severely damaged by the time that I was six that I had disconnected them and learned how to use the powers I had inherited to take their place with my sister's help. I could now function normally, but I had been robbed of a very vital sense. "We're almost done." I stared blankly at the wall I was facing. The doctor had finished applying the ointment to my back and was now wrapping my upper body in bandages. "Can you tell me your name?" I let out a sigh. It was time to let the proverbial cat out of the bag.
"Wilshire Jay." He paused in the middle of wrapping my upper body in bandages. A pen hit the floor. There had been a woman in the room filling out a chart for my file. The woman in the room with the doctor had been using the pen to fill out that chart on me for the file. I glanced back over my shoulder to see the shocked look on both the doctor's and the woman's face. He was definitely privy to information on my name that I had not been let in on. Then again I was privy to the information that my sister had given me about the place I was in. She knew of a great tragedy that was to take place here.
"Did... Did Malice make it out alive?" He knew my sister. He knew her well enough in fact to refer to her by her first name. I faced the wall again and sat there trying to figure out how to answer the doctor. How do you go about telling someone you don't really know the manner and reason for the death of someone that the both of you knew. I was quiet for a long time before I gave him a response.
"That's her hand print on my back that you just put the burn ointment on, so you tell me since you seem to know my sister well enough to be using her first name." He let out a slightly irritated sigh. "Hurry up and leave me alone." He grunted at my last comment. He was not exactly pleased with the response that I had given him, but I didn't really care if he liked my response or not. I just wanted him to hurry up and finish treating me so that he could get out.
The doctor finished wrapping my upper torso in bandages and left the room. The woman was still there finishing the file even after the doctor had left. When she was done, she left the room. After about thirty minutes of sitting on the bed alone in silence, I was getting rather bored. It was about that time that I decided to go exploring around the hospital. I hopped down off the bed and walked over to the door. I cracked it open and peaked out into the hallway. There was no one around, so I left my room and started to walk the halls of the hospital.
I was wondering around the hospital when I found two kids that didn't appear to be there to receive treatment, so I guessed they were the doctor's kids. The little girl resembled the woman that had been putting together the file, so that woman must have been the doctor's wife if they were his kids. The boy sort of resembled the doctor, so he was either the doctor's child or at the very least a relative. I stood there in the doorway watching the two kids in the room for a while before someone cleared their throat behind me.
"You could go in there if you wanted." I turned around to find the doctor standing behind me. "I went by your room, and you weren't there." I backed up and tripped over my own feet. I fell through the doorway into the room where the two kids were. The little girl ran up to me with this huge smile on her face.
"You must be the one that Mommy and Daddy have been talking about. I'm Lami, and this is my brother, Law." I looked from the little girl to the boy. He turned around in his chair at the mention of his name. "He's studying right now." The little girl smiled at me.
"What's he studying?" She looked to her dad standing in the door way to the room and pointed at him.
"He wants to be a doctor like daddy." She turned back to me and giggled. "He even goes to school." I looked down at the ground.
"My sister thought it was more important for me to train, so I never went to school. However, she did teach me everything she could. Healing was complicated. I understand all of the basics, but I can only heal myself at the moment. I hope that I can heal others in the future, but my sister told me that it would likely take years for me to master healing others without causing them to die in the end." Lami looked at me curiously.
"Lami, leave her alone. She'll be going home once dad is done healing her wound, so don't get attached." I watched as Law turned back around and focused back on the book he was taking notes from.
"There isn't a home for me to go back to anymore." I got up from the floor. "I have no friends or family anymore. They took everything from me." I looked down at my hands. "And I'm going to repay them with my own two hands." I looked over at Lami who looked sad. "Your brother is right. Don't get attached to me." I looked up at the doctor who had a worried look on his face. He moved aside when I started walking towards the door.
"Daddy, who took her friends and family?" I heard Lami asking the doctor as I walked away. "Can't we get them back?" There was silence.
"No Lami, I'm afraid that we can't get them back from where they are now." There was some foot stomping from what sounded like Lami, and I could hear a sigh that came from the boy.
"And why not? It would make her happy. She deserves to be happy." Lami was clearly upset.
"Because they all died honey." I walked out of hearing range at that point. I didn't want to hear anymore. I walked back to my room and slammed the door shut. I looked around at all of the equipment. I hated this room because it triggered so many memories that I didn't want to think about at the moment.
"So you and dad met as kids. That explains nothing to me. It doesn't explain why you and dad left me there on that island." I looked away from the woman standing before me.
"I'm sorry for leaving you, but the story is far from done. If you would, please continue to listen?" She stared at me from where she stood. "I'm starting here so that you know of everything that led up to that point. Though that isn't even the true beginning to the story. I will tell you how I came to Flevance later." She narrowed her eyes, but she stayed and continued to listen to the story that I was telling her.
