A/N I'm Baaaack! This is my birthday persent to myself (yeppers, at 1 in the morning, I am 2 hours and 11 minutes away from being 16.) So instead of sleep (which I need) I'm taking a break from homework and putting up the intro to my Spot week submission. And yes, I know it doesn't start until April 1st, but its Hell Week (which means play from when school gets out to 9, then home by 9:30 or 10, then homework until whenever the heck its done), so heaven only knows when I'll get to type again, and I'm running Spot week, so this is to get the word out. And because I want a Spot-centric story :D
PS- FYI, Meara is an Irish name based off of the Irish word mara, which means sea. Now onwards!
Spot sat, overlooking the docks of Brooklyn. No one was around, probably because everyone who was half-way sane was still asleep. A light breeze ruffled his hair as the sun began to rise, its rays kissing the water, causing it to glow in all its glory. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, letting the salty mist coat his face and the smell of the water to penetrate his body. It was only in the wee hours of the morning when he felt truly at peace, truly safe. This was Spot's home.
A century away, a girl sat, overlooking the docks of Brooklyn. No one was around, probably because everyone who was half-way sane was still asleep. A light breeze ruffled her hair as the sun began to rise, its rays kissing the water, causing it to glow in all its glory. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, letting the salty mist coat her face and the smell of the water to penetrate her body. It was only in the wee hours of the morning when she felt truly at peace, truly safe. This was Meara's home.
As Meara sat, the breeze grew into a gall wind, whipping her hair around her face violently, ripping the loose zip up hoodie off her shoulders. She did not cry out, did not whimper in pain or in fear. She stood, blood oozing from the cuts appearing on her face and now uncovered arms from the pebbles being whipped around. Slowly the assault of pebbles slowed, and they got larger and larger, until it was obvious that someone was using a slingshot and marbles. She looked out from the docks of Brooklyn and saw the same sunrise, but now she wasn't alone. She turned around at the same moment that the final marble was loosed. Striking her between the eyes, she fell to the dock, knocked out from the force and the shock.
Spot opened his eyes to see a vortex of wind and rocks forming on his docks. He began to shoot marbles into it, unwittingly hitting the person inside of the vortex. As he let one final marble fly, a girl turned around and was struck between the eyes. She fell quickly, not able to keep standing. With a flying leap, he landed not all that gracefully next to her, scooping her up into his arms. He may not have been the kindest person in the world, but he couldn't leave a girl in the middle of his territory, hurt and confused. Well, he assumed she would be confused, because he sure as heck was. He began the short walk back to the Lodge, with the promise of an insteresting day putting a bounce in his step.
A/N Review, please? It would be one of the best birthday presents ever! (Right behind the brownies I'm getting in 9th hour and sleep)