Footsteps echo in the dark alleys of Gothan, a young woman appears, she holds something in her arms, something small and fragile, a baby, her only son. "It's all gonna be alright" she whisper to the baby "Mommy is gonna protect you" she seems to be trying to calm the baby... Or even herself, the rain pours stronger and she needs to take careful steps forward the simple stairway on the other side of the road, the metal signs besides it reads "Orphanage for boys St. Mary Mead". She walks up the stairway and puts the baby by the door, she stays for a while looking at him, tears attempt to fall from hey eyes but she whips them "No..." she thinks "I can't cry now, I know it's the only way to keep him safe!" the other side of her brain doesn't seem to agree, but she just ignores and rests a note close to the baby and rises to the doorbell, a single ring and she runs down the stairway and into the darkness.
Back to the orphanage, the doors open, and Mrs. Jennipher Mary Mead opens the door, she looks around, but no figure shows up, she thinks in just closing the door and going back to her warm bed, it was quite cold that night, the winters in Gothan were always like that, but a small cry catches her attention and she finally looks down and what she sees sadly do not surprises her, a baby left by her door, it was no secret that Gothan wasn't a place to rise a child, and most parents choose to pass this task to other persons, being it for good reasons or not, and the Orpahanage Mary Mead was used to this kind of thing. Mrs Jennipher picks the small human being up and notices theweat piece of paper falling down, she catches it in midair and goes inside, there she puts the baby on the table by the door and focuses on reading the note, it wasn't a long note, it was something that looked that was wrote pretty fast and searching to say the less possible, it said that baby's name was Brooklyn, and asked for him to be taken care of because his mom couldn't, by emotional problems. looked back to the baby, that now was looking right into her eyes, but not smiling, just staring as if he asked "what is going on?" or "where is my mom?", just picked him up and brought him upstairs, so he could have at least a bed to sleep.
A few blocks from there, in a small apartment close to Bludhaven, the baby's mom was sitting on the small table, now the tears could fall down, as she cried she wrote another in a piece of paper, this note was longer and she looked pretty concentrated on writing it, when she finished it she carefully put it on the door with some tape and walked to window, she looked back to the house for a second and jumped, and for first time on her life she felt free... Just like a bird. A man would arive at the house some hours later and not find his wife, he would call for her and see the note, the note wet with tears that read "I can't take this anymore, I discovered a few weeks ago what your uncle was doing, and what you was goind to do, I jus can't take this... I'm sorry. Brooklyn is safe, none is gonna find him where I left him... I'm sorry Jack, but this is too much... " The man ran to the window and looked down, now was his time to cry...
Hi! This is actually a remake of my first fic.(wich was made in portuguese, so good luck reading it... it's also pretty... weird so that's your choice) So, what you guys think of it? Is it good? Does it need to get better? What would you like to see? Why am I making so many questions? Well, please leave it at the reviews section! And don't be so mean, pretty please, just be careful with your words. Ps.: It's small 'coz it's a prologue.