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Chapter Two
The Mirror
Marron had somehow managed to escape the dreaded lab and was now roaming around South City, in search of some local cuisine. Redco had said earlier that morning that he wasn't to be expected home until well into nightfall so she could do as she pleased, as long as she obeyed the rules he had set for her.
Rules! What was she, four? How dare that pompous idiot give her a curfew as if she were a child? Ever since Gero died, Redco took over. As if he was the one who built that laboratory from scratch in the desert mountains.
Marron sighed deeply as she saw a mother tug her little boy away from petting a dog, who appeared to be using the bathroom into a gutter.
"But Mom, I wanna doggie like that!" the child whined.
"I told you: no pets in the house." The mother repeated sternly. She then whisked the child into an antique store up ahead.
Marron had no memory of her family. She was ripped out of the hands of her mother when she was 14, by some man in dark clothes. That was all of her past. Or all she could
recollect. Gero must have gotten into her brain and did something. All she knew was the life she lived for the past three months, not that that was any better. Still, she knew, she'd figure it out someday.
Marron stopped dead in front of a shop window. In the display case was a mirror. Not just any mirror. It was full-length, incased in brass that twisted around the edges of the glass like solid ropes. In a word: beautiful. Marron always liked to find beauty in the strangest places and things. And the mirror was no exception. In it, she saw herself, dressed in a lacy white sundress, a black and white cloth bag across her shoulder. Her light blonde hair was slightly windblown, and her cheeks flushed just a little from walking twenty blocks in 82-degree weather. Thank goodness she wore her most comfortable shoes, a pair of white ballet flats she bought in a shoe store in East City when Redco took her shopping.
She then felt a strong presence behind her, going slightly weak in the knees thinking it was Redco. She turned slightly and saw a young man about her age approaching the window with an older woman. He stood six feet tall at the least and had the most amazing azure blue eyes she had ever seen. His lavender hair blew around his face as he opened the door for the woman he was with, apparently his mother (they had the same deep blue eyes.) He then looked back at her, his eyes already full of interest. Marron gazed back, about to speak, but she didn't know what to say. He smiled at her, and her heart melted. She smiled back meekly, feeling her face heat up. She hated it when she blushed.
The boy was still holding the door open, waiting for her, so Marron took that as a sign and followed the woman in, not bothering to look at the name of the store. The store was cool
and smelled of aged roses. It was a furniture store, Marron finally figured out. The multiple sets of couches and end tables told that much. Marron kept her eyed on the boy as he made his way back to his mother, who stood studying an armoire in the back of the store. Marron made her way closer to the boy as she used an oil painting of the desert as an excuse to get back there.
"My mom bought one of those the other day." A deep, masculine voice said behind her. Marron turned and saw the blue-eyed boy.
"Oh. Well, I was just looking. It's not like I have enough money for it." She answered. She suddenly became very interested in the faux-marble floor.
The boy chuckled slightly. "Yeah, I'm a little surprised she bought it at the price they were asking for." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Trunks."
Marron took his hand and shook it. "Marron."
The boy looked over his shoulder at his mother, who was signaling to leave. "Nice meeting you." He said. Then he turned to follow his mother.
Marron just stood, not once taking her eyes off his retreating back.
Later on that night, while Redco was busy exploring Marron's body, she thought of Trunks. He seemed so kind in the few minutes she saw him. His eyes she couldn't quite get out of her head. They weren't haunting like Redco's were. They were… comforting.
And in a sick, twisted sort of thought, she imagined it was Trunks caressing her instead of Redco, and slowly she began to relax and enjoy.
A.N.—Short, yes, I know, but there's more coming. Please review.
