A/N:Hey, I've decided to leave my Theressa stories for awhile and start something new. I hope you like it.
Chapter one-Sabertooth
"Mommy!" The little four year old girl had cried over and over but the man that held her in his arms would not let her go to run to her mother and she didn't understand why, "I want mommy, David!"
"I know you do, Roxie but you can't have her. I'm sorry, kiddo. Some birthday, huh?" David had told her as he carried her out of the small cabin's back door and began to run through the snow. Roxie looked behind David and saw her mother fly out the window and hit a near by tree. She wanted her mom and she wouldn't take no for an answer. Roxie began to wiggle out of David's grasp and once she did, she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the snow, which really wasn't that far.
"Mommy!"
"David, get her out of here!" her mother had cried standing to her feet, and cocking the shot gun at her side, "I don't want Creed to get ahold of her!"
"I'm trying Yuriko!" David North replied but before he could do anything,Creed came threw the side of the house. His face was one of anger and hate. Things that Roxie didn't truly understand at four years old. The man animal headed straight for Yuriko and Roxie let out a cry for her mother, as the woman fired the gun several times. Roxie never took her eyes off of her mother as David picked her up and they ran the other way. The last Roxie saw of her mother, was her body hitting the ground.
"Mommy! MOMMY!"
"MOMMY!" Roxie screamed as she woke up in a fright. Out of shear instinct she grabbed her baretta and pointed it around the abandoned apartment building, she had learned to call home. When she realized where she was, as that she was alone, she lowered her weapon and returned it to its place by her bed. She sat back on her bed and put her face in her hands and tried to recover from the dream, nightmare actually, of a memory she tried so hard to forget.
Roxie reached in to her right boot, that sat next to the left by her bed, and pulled out a gold heart shaped locket. She opened it and saw the picture of her mother and father that the locket held. David was the one who had told her about her father,Logan,everything she needed to know as his daughter. David had given her the locket when she was ten and had told her that Logan hadgiven it to her mother before she was born. She had always kept the locket close to her so that she would always remeber what they looked like but now the woman in the picture seemed to be haunting her. She'd been having this nightmare for at least three weeks now and she couldn't figure out why. No one in that nightmare was alive, well except for Creed. That piece of crap was probably taking up space somewhere. Roxie had sworn that if she were to come across him one day, she would make him pay for what he had done.
Roxie got up out of bed, put her shoes on and walked around the room for a few minutes and then went to the window and looked outside. It was rainning and had been for the whole day and night and now thunder and lighting had joined the chorus. To Roxie, this was a perfect night for flying. There was something about uncontrolable, wild things that attracted Roxie although she knew not why. Maybe it was because of the life style she had chosen. Street rat,dangerous city streets, almost always on the move, always running for your life. All of that excied Roxie and she found that same excitment when she flew in the rain with the thunder and lighting.
Roxie looked back at her baretta, trying to figure out if she should take it or not, and decided to leave it where it lay. If she got into any trouble, she'd be just fine with her dagger that was always holstered to her left leg. So, Roxie opened the window, without touching it, and flew out into the midnight sky.
Unknownto Roxie a woman, dressed in a black cloak was on the ground looking right at her as she flew through the sky. The woman in black, was a beautiful woman.One of japaniese decent and someone who was suppose to be dead.
"Is that her boss?" a man asked from behind the woman.
"It is indeed. My, how she has changed."
"How do you know its her?" The man asked. The woman was looking at the Roxie, when she turned around and looked at the man.
"A mother always recognises her daughter, no matter how long its been since the mother has seen the daughter." The woman looked back at the sky and as she followed Roxie's every move with her eyes, she said, "Follow her and give her this note but tell her nothing."
The woman handed the man a white envolope and with out saying another word, the man left to do as he had been ordered.
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