t"Ahh, so ah wois roight. Yeh ah're awoike."
She was jostled from her ever-so private thoughts, the tears still flowing down her checks, and dropping to wet her knees. She was so surprised she could've jumped from shock, but how did one jump when they were in a sitting position? Instead she flinched as the words washed over her, as if it they were one of the constant slaps her father had given her. No. That man-that creature- was not, could not be her father. Fathers were supposed to love you and care about and for you no matter how badly you messed up...and all he had ever done was ridicule, chastise, and hurt her.
She mentally pushed the thoughts of him to the back of her mind, and focused on the words that had been spoken to her. She lifted up her head to catch a glimpse of who had spoken to her, though she already had an idea. A very practical one that had been subconsciously nagging at her mind since the words had drifted to her ears. And, as she had expected, the person who had spoken to her had thick eye-covering golden hair and piercing {visible behind the concealing locks of hair} green eyes.
She struggled to find her voice, to say something, to ask what the heck was going on, but she just couldn't. So for the next fifty-seven seconds she sat there on the rather plain bed, mouth wide open {gaping as if she were a fish}, eyes large and round, closing for ten seconds at a time.
"Wha…Why…How…?" she managed to force out, her voice soft and weak, her throat feeling hoarse as the noise escaped from her. She never imagined her voice could ever sound like that…she had always used that monotone and had never spoken for herself. And right here, right that second she realized how much she was missing in life. How she didn't even have a life, she just existed.
He laughed; the sound somewhat melodic and the strangest thing she had ever heard come from his mouth. She glanced at him skeptically, one of her dirty ash blonde eyebrows arched quizzically, as if she were asking him what he found so darn amusing.
"Sorry," he apologized, shocking her even more. Did he get a personality change? He would never apologize; she knew that from the stalking mission he had sent them on. "Well, Ah guess yeh could say, Ah saw whoit yeh family did and I wointed to help you, Ah joist couldn't leave yeh there, yeh know?" he explained to her what had happened, reminding her once again of what they had done.
She felt fresh tears start to come from her eyes, and she once again buried her face in her knees, shaking from the force of her sobs. She shouldn't have been there crying her heart out, but she was, and nothing could change that. She couldn't take suppression and oppression anymore, she needed to let everything out. She needed to let her emotions show, no matter what she had been taught. What had been forced upon her.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and immediately flinched, raising her head seconds later, so that her eyes were visible. He was looking like he was upset, like he didn't want her to be sitting there, crying her pale eyes out.
He didn't have choice, now did he?
It was his mission to make sure she was alright, to show her how to be a normal child. To help her get over that bunch of brainwashed snobs that had her convinced she wasn't good enough for them to save. She wasn't good enough to be part of their family.
He knew it wouldn't be easy but, hopefully, by the end of this long journey she'd see that she didn't need them, that she was her own person. He'd teach her how to be different, how to be unique.
"They're stoipid. Doing soimthin' loike thoit," he told her, his voice carrying the same tone as it had before. Except this time it was consoling. He didn't know when he became so darn compassionate and sympathetic, but it must've been overnight, 'cos he'd never wanted to help anyone before. He didn't really ever try to help anyone before. Quite actually, the KND wasn't to him what it was to others. To him it was just a way to have fun, but others, oh-they actually wanted to help. Yet, he didn't really care for helping. Besides, the few times he tried…he just ended up screwing everything up.
She stared at him, her confusion evident her never ending gaze. She couldn't believe he would say something like that. No one had every said something like that, or had they? Quite frankly there was a whole leg of her history that she couldn't remember, that she'd probably never remember. Oh, but she wanted to remember it all so badly. She wanted to know who she was and if she had a real family.
She cleared her throat, bringing her left hand up to brush away the tears that were still scattered on her face. She began to speak after what seemed like a lifetime, "But why are you helping me?".
She was already turning over the potential answers in her mind, finding none that would seem even remotely possible. She bit down on her lower lip, her eye-brows furrowing with the intensity of her concentration. She just had to know. It meant a lot to her. That someone would go through the trouble of saving her.
He faltered, unable to answer her question, because he himself had no idea why he was doing this, why he was being helpful, why he just didn't say 'forget it, let's just imprison her'. He didn't know, and thinking about it wasn't getting him any further.
She deserved an answer though, and so he had to at least try. "Ah-Ah-Ah…," his voice trailed off and he bent his head in defeat, whispering "I don't know.".
She nodded, understanding that he just didn't know. How could he? Things like this happened on impulse, and nothing else. That's the only reason you'd ever rescue your enemy, wasn't it?
She didn't want to dwell on the matter and so she set herself on another on of her questions, "What happens now?".
DISCLAIMER;; I lay claim to absolutely none of the characters viewed in this story so far. I'll let you all know when I do.
Author's note;;
Wow. It's been over a month, hasn't it?
And this is even shorter than the last one. I'm not making any progress, but then again everyone needs some encouragement, so please, please review. It'd make my incredibly boring day. (:
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