Hello there! My user name is Ellie Layne, and that will also be the name of my OC. This is due to the fact that I absolutely adore this name.
This will be a Sesshomaru fanfic. I may not always get all of the lovely characters from InuYasha in character, but I will do my best.
I DO NOT OWN InuYasha OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER FROM THE InuYasha UNIVERSE. However, I do own Ellie Layne and her story line.
This first chapter is not very long. And it may confuse a few people. This is mainly to give you a look at the workings of Ellie, and to jump start the story. I am rather pleased with how well this first chapter turned out and will be taking my time with this story as it is something I myself will want to read as well.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first installment.
I also feel I should add that this story may not be for everyone. My OC has a very dark past, as you will see from chapter one, and it will only get darker as more is revealed in future chapters. So you have been warned!
Blood. That was all she could see and feel. So much blood.
Her breathing came out ragged. Her back rising up and down with each breath she took. And her eyes were fixed on the body in front of her. She was unaware of the noises coming from the other room as she stood in a pool of the man's blood that just moments ago was heading towards the table.
The table. Looking up her eyes locked onto the dreaded thing. Unsteadily she let herself fall to the floor not giving a care in the world that she sat there in the thick liquid substance that once flowed through the body of the man lying before her. A bloody butcher knife sticking out of his back.
She didn't look away from the table as the door to the room came bursting open. Nor did she make a sound as men in raid suits, with guns, and shields, came bustling in around her. She stayed stock still as another man in a different style of suit came up and shined a light in her eyes.
The voices of the men standing around her didn't even register in her mind as she numbly stared at the table.
"Look at all this blood."
"Do you think she killed him?"
"I don't see anyone else in the room, do you?"
"She doesn't look any older then 16."
"What is she staring at?"
"My god!"
They all turned to the table at that outburst. Their faces turning stalk white they once again looked back to the girl who was now staring at her blood soaked hands. Her face devoid of any emotion.
Frowning, the man who was kneeling in front of the young girl gently took a hold of one of her hands. "It's okay now. You are safe now."
The next few months the news headlines were filled with the story of the human trafficking raid that happened in a old abandoned warehouse in Tokyo, Japan. And how the youngest of the females, a 16 year old American girl, Ellie Layne, killed her captor and abuser just moments before the bust.