((AN: CREDIT TO JESSIE, WHO RPED THIS OUT.))
Undertaker was in the kitchen with the young woman, pulling out bags of bread. The young woman watched with interest. She knew it was bread. She had eaten it before. "Ah?" She mumbled to herself.
Undertaker perked his ears and glanced at her. "Bread." He voiced clearly to her. The woman just blinked at him, obviously not going to mimic him. Perhaps she was too afraid to speak.
Undertaker simply pulled out a jar containing butter. She was going to need extra calories. She was much too thin and tiny. All those bones sticking out. She looked almost dead.
He then handed her a clump of bread. She reached out and took it delicately, her bony fingers grasping it. She sniffed it, a little suspicious of the smell of butter. But once she licked it, she quickly bit into it, chomping away.
Undertaker faintly smiled. "Good?" He asked her, not really expecting an answer. The young woman blinked, her cheeks stuffed with food. She quickly swallowed. "...Go...Goooooo..." She started to say, earning a perked look from Undertaker.
"You can do it. Goood~" He coaxed her, leaning against the counter. She narrowed her eyebrows, trying to focus on the word. She memorized how his lips moved. "Goo...Goo..Deh..." She was getting there. Now she needed to say it all at once.
"Gooood!" She squeaked out. Earning a grin from Undertaker. He reached out and gently petted her head. "Good girl..." He praised, knowing that she needed it. A cute blush came over her face. She was such a tiny little thing.
She continued to eat her food, and soon it had disappeared. She then clutched at her neck, signaling she was thirsty. "Ah..." She whimpered, pointing to the sink. He knew what she meant. He grabbed a beaker, quickly filling it with water. Who knows how long she had been with without water.
He noticed she was looking at the beaker, as though never seeing a cup before. He raised it to his lips, showing her how to drink it. Her eyes lit up, showing she acknowledged it. "Ah!" She squeaked, holding her hands out. He snickered, handing her the beaker.
Surprisingly, she mimicked him perfectly and gulped down the water. Until the last drop. That answered his question. It must had been a while since she last drank. She then set the beaker on the counter, breathing heavy. She had held her breath while gulping down so much water.
Then, she suddenly turned around and ran out of the kitchen, going back to the shop and jumping into the casket she was found in. He was surprised at her agility to move around. He decided to leave her be, knowing that was the most she would get out of her today for the time being.
So it seemed she was sensitive to over stimulation. But she seemed kind and gentle. And it seemed she didn't want to hurt anyone. Now he needed to keep her this way. He needed her to become stronger however, without damaging her.
He then decided to continue with his work as the little one was hiding in the coffin. It was hour later when she poked her head out of the coffin, her face showing she looked uncomfortable about something.
She then crawled out of the coffin, her legs looking almost crossed. Undertaker quickly realized nature called. And it seemed she had been holding it in for far too long. "You silly thing. Come here luv." He said gently.
She whimpered, quickly coming to his side. He put his hand on her back, leading her to the back again. He brought her to the small bathroom. To his relief, she knew what a toilet was. And with a squeak she ran in and slammed the door shut. Undertaker snickered, tapping his chin in wonder.
After a few minutes had passed, he noticed that all sounds had ceased. Being careful, he peeked through the crack in the door, seeing that she was staring at the tub on legs. Her face was blank. Perhaps she wanted a bath.
He then walked in, watching her facial expressions. She seemed confused, curious, and nervous. Perhaps she had seen a bath before, but never tried it?
"Do you want a bath?" He asked, startling her out of her thoughts. She looked nervous at being caught. "A-ah..."
"Shuush. You're alright." He said, petting her head. He then turned the knob on the tub, watching her eyes widen at the water pouring out. He stuck his hands in. "Warm." He said clearly.
She slowly reached her hand in, touching the water carefully. Indeed it was warm. She gave a smile. "Waa..." Sh mumbled, seeming content with moving her hand in the warm water.
Undertaker snickered, lightly flicking water on her arm. She blinked and slightly flinched. "Bath?" He asked her.
Luckily she also knew what that word meant as well. She then stepped into the tub, deciding to not take off her clothing. Her back was facing him. He wondered where she was before. Did she always bathe with clothing on?
He then reached out and pulled the string in the back, undoing her outfit. He then slowly pulled off her clothing, earning a puzzled expression from her. Was she supposed to take off her clothing?
He then tossed her clothing aside, still facing her back. He wanted to give her privacy after all. He could see her bones showing. And her spine was sticking out. She had been starving. Wherever she lived before, she wasn't fed much at all.
He then grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash her back, carefully putting her long hair to the side. Her hair was just as long as his. Only hers was pure white. Just like snow. He would need to find her name soon. Or come up with a name for her.
The young woman perked her head, smelling something sweet. "Ah?" She asked him, turning her head. Undertaker showed the soap bar. She sniffed, finding the smell wonderful. Better then what she smelled like...
"Ooooo..." She mumbled quietly, showing she understood. He continued on, scrubbing her back gently. She was filthy. And there were scars, bruises and several marks on her back. Wherever she came from, she wasn't treated well. It was remarkable she didn't die from infection from being so filthy.
He soon walked in front of her, pulling the plug and letting the filthy water drain. It would be a while before the water would be clean. She watched the water go into the drain. She gasped, leaning over to stare in wonder. "Ah?!" She squeaked in curiosity.
"Drain." He said carefully, his lips moving clearly for her to see. She blinked, tilting her head. She ran the word through her head. She could do it...
"Dra...Draaaaaaa...iiin?" She mumbled out, her fingertips touching her mouth. He grinned, petting her head again. "Good girl. You're learning faster." He praised, plugging the drain again before turning on the water again. She squeaked as she was splashed a little from the water. She then let out a soft giggle.
Undertaker grinned. It was good she was expressing happiness. It was a positive emotion. He then pulled out a bottle. It was hair shampoo. He quickly soaked her hair, before rubbing the shampoo in. She perked at the odd sensation. It was a nice one though. And It smelled good.
He quickly closed her eyes, not wanting any soap to get in her eyes. She made a soft sound in reply, wondering what he was up to.
He was glad to see all the dirt run out of her hair. Her hair was going to be an even brighter white. He then dumped water on her head, earning a squeak from her and a giggle.
Soon, he pulled the plug again. And grabbed a towel, putting it over her head and lightly drying her. She opened her eyes, peeking at him. He simply smiled, drying her face off delicately. She was incredibly adorable, even for being so frail. Her violet eyes shined bright under all her white hair.
She gave a perfect smile then, very happy for what he did. "Ah!" She squealed in happiness. Undertaker chuckled, helping her out of the tub. He then did a full pat down, getting a good look at her weight. It was worse then he thought.
She barely had any meat on her little bones. He could see her ribcage and hip bones. And she had no natural fat on her chest. In fact her chest looked deflated and wrinkled. Her body had eaten out the natural reserves of fat. Her fat on her buttocks was even eaten away. She had truly starved. She reminded him of a corpse. He felt prompted to make her dinner. Who knows how she survived this long.
"Now my luv, stay here." He said, signaling with his hands for her to stay. She simply blinked at him, though seeming to get the message.
He soon returned with a long frilly night gown and under wear. She look surprised. Were those for her? He helped her into the clothing, her eyes looking around, searching for answers. Why was he being so kind to her?
He then lifted her into his arms, she didn't weigh anything at all. And that concerned him. He carried her into the shop, knowing she wanted back in there. And he was correct as she jumped out of his arms.
She decided to hide back in her coffin once again, feeling happy and clean. Undertaker let her be, knowing she would be easily overstimulated and overwhelmed. He returned to the kitchen, starting to get to work on making a big meal. The little woman was needing precious nutrients now.
A sudden ear piercing scream made him perk in surprise. It was the young woman. He reacted quickly, dashing into the shop. What he saw next made his mouth open in surprise.
All of his work items, books, trinkets, coffins, jewelry and candles were floating in mid air. The womans's eyes were wide in terror. She was gripping at her temples, her teeth gritting. "EIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAH!" She screamed out.
Undertaker stared in disbelief. But now it made sense. This woman had a gift. And was perhaps locked up in fear. He carefully approached her, being very quiet and gentle with his words. He had no idea what power she held. And for her to be levitating every item inside his shop was remarkable.
"Shuuush. Calm down." He cooed, leaning down and taking her shoulders. But surprisingly, she threw her arms around him, whimpering softly. "Eeeeeeei...Ah..." She began to wail then, tears going down her face.
He quickly hugged her into him. "You are remarkable...Just full of surprises..." He said gently. He would need to keep her calm and collected. If she was to become enraged, who knows what she could do. Her powers must had slipped out while she was trying to relax.
He continued to stare at the floating items, his hidden eyes narrowing. wherever this woman came from, were not kind to her. And this had repressed her. He knew it was all up to him now. He was put into a delicate situation. He couldn't turn her in now. She was worthy of staying. Besides, she was useful to him.
He would look further into this. She was the impossible girl.
((AN: I'M SORRY IF IT SEEMS SHORT. I THOUGHT IT WAS NICER TO END THE CHAPTER THIS WAY. REVIEW?))