Authors Notes: This ones going to be a bit different. There are going to be some character changing and what not :D Beware Dena is going to be a little hard on herself and very mouthing with some cursing.

Safe in your Arms

Chapter 1

The Story

'Once Upon a time there was a man who loved a woman very much. During the day they would go to parties and dance, play games, talk, and eat like most nobles do. But by night the man would travel to a troubling land and save many people who needed him greatly.'

'As time went on the mans work having been done and was in no longer any need to go off to save lives settled down even more with his wife and they bore a child together a baby boy named George.'

'Said little boy grew as his father had, big and strong, and so full of hope. They thought there lives were complete until one day his wife announced that she was to bare a child.'

'But her announcement was unheard by the husband for he had gone missing and no one knew were this lone masked hero had gone. So little Violet grew up alongside her brother George without the love and protection of there father.'

"That's a whole load of bullsh…"

"'Oy…watch the language. You're the one who asked for me to read this book kid. Now shut up and lay down." The woman rolled her eyes closed the book and lay it down on the shelf. The room was lined with 17 little beds lining the walls. There were trunks at the end and little night tables beside them. Each one cleaned and clear as if they were in the military. As a matter of fact that's pretty much how they were treated in this Foster home.

All the girls on one side of the bed while the boys were on the other.

The little girls looked around at the one who spoke. She was in fact the smallest and youngest of them, but the most verbal. Each one of the children were new. Probably had been there for a month or two. But this little girl.

"Dena! Why did you have to stop her I wanna hear the rest of the story!" Had been there since birth. Her mother had died and her father had ran off was the story that went around the foster home. No one knew the truth, and if it was all the same to Dena…it was all she wanted to know. It wasn't a mystery that she was a messed up child, she was quiet, and kept to herself. She didn't have any friends, and liked it better that way. It left little room to be hurt.

"Oh shut up and go to bed ya mama's boy!" She threw a stuffed animal at the boy. Dena stood up and climbed out onto the fire escape and climbed up onto the roof where she sat down and looked at the city.

To her the lights outside was all she really needed and didn't mind keeping that a secret. She could hear the many sirens, gun firing, screams, laughing all of it were just sounds that her city was still alive with the sounds. Even though some of the sounds were loud and annoying, if she were to go anywhere other then here she wasn't sure she would survive.

Dena walked down into the fire escape again and began to walk through central park where she knew were all the bums hid, the quickest escape routes, and great hiding places from the wicked people that would want a small child like herself. She after all was only 6 years old and counting as far as she knew.

She climbed a fence and jumped down. She could hear music being played. Probably one of those new bands she wasn't familiar with. She avoided the music as best she could going through the trees. She looked around and suddenly stopped when she heard laughing. She looked around and discovered that she was nearly surrounded. She ran…

She could run fast and far but these guys had longer legs then she did. She gasped when her jacket was pulled and she fell back onto the ground. She was kicked, punched, she could taste dirt in her mouth. She put her arms over her head and brought her legs up to her chest. She tried to get up and run but someone hit her hard. She fell back to the ground and lay there. She was on her back now not able to move much at all. She could see a man a very large man talking to the men. They surrounded him and tried to beat him up too. The man met them blow for blow. It was like this gang didn't have a chance at all. The man in his grubby black coat, holey boots, and red scarf walked over to the young girl and put a dirty finger under her chin.

Dena saw his mouth move, but didn't hear what he had to say. Her eyes rolled and she saw nothing else.

Five Hours Later

Dena's eyes opened and she looked around herself. It was an old building. Probably one of the many abandoned once throughout the city. She looked at the couch she was laying on. There was a sort of clean sheet on it. She turned her head to look at the rest of the building only her neck her rather bad and hissed pretty loudly.

"Hang on…don't move. You were messed up pretty bad." The British accent was rather weird coming from the fact that they were sitting in New York City.

Dena's head raced slightly so she did as she was told. She however looked at the man who moved toward her with a cup of what she figured was hot because of the steam coming off it.

"Tea?" He asked helping her to sit up a bit and put a few pillows behind her head. "its hot so sip it slowly."

"You're not one of those…child molesters are you?" Dena asked and slowly excepted the cup from the man. She looked over him and down at the cup which oddly enough looked rather clean. Some of these old places still had running water weather the city wanted it that way or not. The mains broke a long time ago and the city was too big to take care of them all.

"Do I look like a child molester to you?" The man asked and looked around as someone walked into the room. He had rather raggedy clothing too.

"I got the bandages Blakeney!" he said and handed the paper back to the man he called Blakeney.

"Ah yes that's right…I haven't told you my name. Sir Percy Blakeney Baronet." He bowed taking off his beany and bowed deeply to the child who blinked and smiled rather silly at the man who she assumed was off his rocker. "This is my friend Sir Andrew Ffolkes." He said motioning to the man who took off his rather dusty looking ball cap and waved at her.

"I'm Dena…just…Dena."

"Well Just Dena…are there any parents we should notify…its rather early in the morning and I'm sure they are worried, and probably wondering why you were walking through central park by yourself at night no less."

"No…no parents, no guardians just…just a foster home." She said and looked around at Sir Andrew who looked rather dumb struck.

"Foster home?"

"A version of an orphanage for older children." Percy explained. Apparently Andrew didn't watch TV.

"So…Just Dena shall we escort you back to this…foster home? After you've had your tea of course." He said she finally took a sip of it now that it was cooled off enough.

"Yeah…I guess. As if I'm going to get adopted anyways." She said and downed her drink.

Dena walked along the road and right up toward 'St Mary's Foster Home for children'

"This is me." She said and climbed the steps up toward the door.

"Will you be alright here?" He asked feeling a sense of foreboding.

"Yeah…I'm always alright." She said and opened the door walking in and looked back. "Sir Percy? I read about you in a book. Are you the really…for real Sir Percy?" She asked.

"No…not anymore." He turned around pulling his scarf up so no one could make out his face. She sighed and shook her head before walking the rest of the way in not seeing the two other figures up on the roof across the street.