"I'm sorry."
These two words haunted her. Over and over again, spinning in a never-ending spiral of thoughts. It was dark. She must be dreaming.
"I'm sorry."
But it was so cold. Why was it so damned cold? Why was she still burning when she was so cold?
"I'm sorry."
There were screams. Fires. Colapsed buildings. She saw red everywhere.
"I'm sorry!"
Did she do this?
"I'M SORRY!"
A huge breath of air entered her lungs as she bolted straight up from her make-shift bed. It's been 2 years. Two whole years of the same nightmare. Over and over again.
Sweat steadilly rolled down her porcelain skin. Her head was throbbing painfully as she tried to erase the memories of that painful day.
She heard whimpers and then felt a wet surface run across her cheek. She smiled as she looked down at her trusty companion, Fang. He was just five months old, but he was as loyal and trustworthy as a full grown. His coat was light grey, his paws, the tip of his ears and tail were jet black. But he was special, yet shunned by the other wolves. His eyes were pitch black. It was unnatural for pups, or even adults to have black eyes.
She pet him as a silent thank you. Unlike other people, she heard him. Although, she could only catch some of his words, the simpler whines and howls. The subtle head tilts and tail angles were easy enough too. The more she listened the more she seemed to understand. It was interesting to her, that she could listen to them, and understand this complex communication.
She stared up at at the broad sky. She could see the moon retreating, and the sun peaking over the horizon. She guessed that it was maybe a bit earlier than 5am. She sighed in defeat as she stood up, grabbing her light brown sack attatched to a string, that she slung over her shoulder. Fang followed suit and gave a quick stretch, before following her deeper into the lush wilderness that was the forest.
She walked for ages. She's been walking for 2 years. Away from the past and away from eveyone she used to know. What is she really doing? She didn't know either. But that was what drove her to where she was now. She was determined to find out who she was and what she was meant to do.
It's been hours since she had started walking. Where was she going? She didn't know that too. She always had an empty feeling inside her. Something was missing from her life and she wanted to find it.
Even more hours passed and she had finally stopped to take a break. It was already noon. And she felt tired. Of course she would. She was just 11 years of age. Sitting next to Fang, she relaxed for the first time in a few days.
A rustle from the bushes ended all of that in less than a second.
Now on her feet, she stood in her fighting stance and prepared for whatever could appear. Fang, also was ready to protect anything that would harm his partner.
But what came out of the bushes, were two boys, accompanied by two cats. Both boys looked much younger than her. One of the boys had short, spikey blonde hair, and he was slightly tanned. His facial features were soft, which were a given since he was just a kid, and he had piercing dark blue eyes. He wore a plain blue tee-shirt with a pair of white shorts. Next to him, was a boy of same height, with shaggy jet black hair that reached an inch above his shoulders. He had crimson eyes and was rather pale compared to the blonde boy, but still tanned compared to her. He wore a black tee-shirt and light grey shorts.
The cats were rather interesting in appearence. The cat closest to the blonde boy had maroon fur and had white patches at various parts of the body, and it still had a baby face. The other cat, had green fur, and large bulging eyes to support the 'baby face' theory. It wore a pink frog suit and had a pacifier in it's mouth.
The two boys looked shocked, the blonde more than the black haired one. The two stared at her, and Fang seemed to wait for his partner to decide whether they were a threat to them. A reply came a few seconds later.
"Fang, down. No threat." he immediately sat down, and stared at the boys. And then the cats. And then her.
"Um-" the blonde started, but was immediately cut off by her.
"Who are you two? What business do you have here?" She asked with authority in her voice, something she learnt to use to her advantage as a little girl.
"I'm Sting, and that's Rogue. And we were just walking around and we heard someone around here, so we wanted to check it out." Sting replied, not fazed by her.
She seemed satisfied with their answer, and gave one of her own.
"This is Fang, and I'm Lucy. Nice to meet you."
Heyo! Its fucking short, I know. But it was the best I could stretch out with the story of the first chapter, which was like 200 words at most XD
So how was it? Any good? Does it tickle your fancy?
There are probably a ton of spelling mistakes, since this writing document on my laptop deosnt have auto spell check. Really sorry!
Also thanks to whoever reading this that came from my old account! Man it was hard getting the amount of story followers that I did the last account. I don't know if I can even do that again! But i'll try my best to please you guys! Fucking appreciate it XD JKJK, Ok, bye guys, time to get onto the writing of the next chapter!
-Ruin