"Doris, don't go too far. Your mother will flip if she finds out I lost you" Azkadellia called out to her five year old niece.
"Auntie Az, I hear something. Something's moving around in here" Doris tapped on the old tin suit.
Doris, as said, was only five when she met her new guardian. She tapped Morse code to the one inside the suit: "I'm Doris, you are?".
Inside, Adrian Zero knocked back: "Zero".
Doris smiled, happy to know that a new friend waited for her in that "suit". Her hair was a nice black color, like her mother, and blue eyes from both her parents. She knocked again.
"How do you feel?".
"Like crap".
"That's not nice".
"I know I'm not".
"Sure you are. I'm gonna try to get you out".
"You can try kid…and fail".
"Just be patient, Zero, I'll get you".
Doris focused her energy on the locks and in a matter of seconds, Zero, much older than the last time anyone saw him, fell out, breathing hard. His gaze met Doris's and then Azkadellia's.
"Crap!" he thought, "Doris?" he gazed at her.
The little girl smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Zero?".
Zero nodded and passed out. Azkadellia looked on. It'd been six years since she last saw Zero. Now he felt, and looked like, crap.
"We gotta help him, Auntie Az!" Doris yelled.
She seemed to know what was going on. In her eyes, Zero was a victim. While her aunt contacted her mother, Doris ripped a sleeve off her dress and wiped Zero's face.
"It's okay Zero. You're safe now".
But just how safe was questionable.
A/N: Finally, I can begin the first in my series. This first part will trace the first year of Doris's friendship with Zero.