Disclaimer: I don't own Farscape but I'm very proud to say I do own Raven and her story, except a few related characters.
I don't know why I'm writing this. I don't like stories with newly made characters, like my other Farscape story. However, I will assure you that if you're like me, this is a tad different.
I don't just toss the character in, okay sort of but it doesn't take place on Moya. It's a back story, really but I love this character I made up. So please read it and review because I'm quite sure most people are thinking like me, about new characters, that is.
Anyway, this story is PG-13, because of cruse words, and hopefully that's all. I know this story starts third person, then goes first person, but it's supposed to be like that.
Raven hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on her knee. John stared at her with eager eyes, waiting. She drew in a breath and begun.
"It's your fault the bitch was born!"
I looked up from coloring to hear what my parents were talking about.
Actually, I knew what they were talking about, me. They never seem to call me by my name, it's always bitch or bastard or any word people tell me not to say. I stared from one angry parent to the next.
My mother, my once beautiful mother, was ugly now. She had her shorts up to her butt and her shirt was like a scarf, in fact it was a scarf, tied around her breast.
I knew my mother was once beautiful, because that was what everyone always told me. They would always say, "She was beautiful and wholesome, but them she met him . . . " They always trailed off after that.
By "him" they meant my father, if that's what you want to call him. He was stingy, dirty, foul-mouth, and ugly. If I had never seen him, and then met him one day on the street, I would run away.
They took no notice of me and continued arguing, as if I wasn't there.
"My fault," my mother yelled, "it's as much as your fault too. That's how it works you know."
"You probably whack off with someone else and I was the only one who would help you with her. Anyway, she doesn't look a thing like me."
It was the truth. He had stringy brown hair that plastered against his skin. Mine was black and cascading, like my mother's. But my mother's hair was covered in grease from a low paying waitress job at Honey's.
My father's face was sunken and grim. Mine was more oval and bright. His eyes, I shiver when I think of them, were cold, stern, bottomless pits of torture that my life had become because of him. My eyes, on the other hand, were odd. They were red in color and a friend I had told me it cheered him up to look into my eyes.
My friends, so long ago. I don't have them any more because they're dead. I had been pulled out of school to help mother. I didn't know that I never go back to school. The Scarrens had done an aerial attack on Xauyier, the town where my school was. Then the Scarrens left, without a counterattack on them or anything.
I cried all night. My father told me I was lucky, because I was alive. Well, that wasn't his exact words, it was a lot meaner.
I couldn't see how I was lucky. I was here, no other way to put the hell hole of my life in words. My friends were in heaven. My mother and father told me that there wasn't such a thing but I believed in heaven, it was my only hope left.
My parents continued arguing. I forgot them and worked on my coloring. I had got the paper and crayons from school, it was the only thing I had, beside clothes, and that was limited.
I felt a buzzing in my ear and from instinct I snatched at it but there was nothing there.
I must be going deaf from yelling, I thought. But my parents had stopped arguing and were listening too. My father rushed outside.
"What is it," my mother asked in a tone of voice she never would have used for me.
My father came back from the outside, mouth flabbergasted. "It's a-It's a," he stumbled then yelled, "It's a Scarren ship!"
My parents frantically rushed out the door, leaving me behind.
I'm not going out there, I thought. I walked down the stairs to a freezer type room, neglecting my coloring book.
Every time I would go to the freezer I wonder why we had it. It didn't really freeze anything, in fact, it was the same temperature upstairs. Beside nothing was kept in here.
I huddle in a corner, covering my ears. I'm staying like this till it's over, I thought.
I was scared but I wouldn't admit that to anyone and no one was going to say I was scared.
Booms from the Scarren attack filled my head and my thoughts. The door to the upstairs shook and I felt something scrap my leg. But I didn't move, and I didn't move at all till it was over.
The Scarrens were gone. My parents were gone, I knew it and I felt a shameful rise of relief in my heart. It was wrong to think but I didn't push it aside.
I opened my eyes. Blood soaked my foot and the fallen timber laid near by. Only then did pain reach my leg. I tore off cloth from my shirt and pressed it against the wound. When I was satisfied, I tied it around my ankle.
I staggered up. My eyes focused to the room. It was in good condition except for a few beams that had fell.
The stairs seemed to take forever to climb but I made it to the landing. The upstairs was a mesh but my paper I had colored laid on the floor.
"Hello," a soft voice called out from outside. In walked a Peacekeeper, I had seen them visit our planet, they had signed a peace treaty, I think. The woman stooped when she shall me. She was beautiful. Her eyes glittered and her voice was soothing when she talked. She was about perfect to what I had dreamed about in a mother.
She looked curiously at me. "What's your name?"
"Raven," I said without hesitation.
"Raven, where are your parents?"
"It doesn't matter. I don't care."
Hurt and pity spread across her face. I hate it when people pity me. I'm not the worst off.
"Raven," she said holding out her hand tome, "come with me."
I didn't hesitate, she felt like the mother I never had. She took my hand and lead me outside.
Author's Note- This doesn't define me and my family at all. I love my family and my home. I've always wonder where I get stories about people being beating. Most be all the demented shows I watch. Anyway I just wanted to say that so you don't get the wrong expression about my family. My mother and father are the most wonderful people I know. Please R/R!!!!!
