Chapter: 3/?

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Warnings: Implied death, Loz = 6

AN: Alright. So, this is the third chapter already. Wow...I can't believe it doesn't have any reviews. /Sarcasm.

Chapter Three: End of a Comrade

During sparring that day, I got cut on the face. Tears gushed and gushed and I whimpered and bawled like a newborn babe; the man I had been sparring with had a broken neck, and lay beside me, pooling blood. I cried for several hours, but not over the kill. Over the tiny, insignificant pain at my temple that drove me nuts. It hurt like I had been dissected live or something and someone was poking around in my brain. Of course, after a little while, I heard a very anti-sympathetic Don't cry, Loz. It didn't help.

Finally, a woman came into the room, but it wasn't my Nan. This was weird; she usually came in as soon as she could when I was hurt, and here it had been at least three hours, and the blood from my temple had dried down the side of my face. This new woman looked nothing like Nan; while Nan was a brunette, this one was a redhead with frizzy curls and a mean expression on her lips, painted red. Her eyes were ice-blue and just as cold, and the way she held her equally chilly hand out for me to take sent shivers down my spine. The second she entered the room, I could almost see my breath.

She took me with her back to my room and tended to my wound with the care of a baboon throwing its own poop. She then told me to lay down and go to bed.

"But...what about my story?"

"Story?" She asked, stony-faced.

"Yeah, story. Nan-Nan always read me a story before bed." I smiled dreamily.

"Well, Nan isn't here anymore. So no more stories, meathead." She spat in return. I later found out that her name was Grudence, going by Rudy. Nobody really liked her, and she was incredibly cold. No wonder why they used her to replace Nan. I also found out much later what happened to Nan, and why she 'abandoned' me. They thought she had babied me too much and caused me to be the crybaby I was. Sadly, it wasn't that at all.

I spent the next few years with this woman, hating every second I was with her and constantly pining for the good 'mommy' to come back and save me from this evil ice witch. Every time my old caregiver would be brought up, though, I would be eternally unhappy and was known to break anything and everything in my path when it came time, in my head, to find her. I did find her, eventually, in cemetery out back behind everything else. I couldn't believe what they did to her, and I held a grudge for a long time. That night, I cried myself to sleep and then some, making sure to wake up to a completely sodden pillow.

AN: And now you know why Loz was such a crybaby. At least, my reasoning as to why. But it's okay, Loz, you'll have someone to care properly for you, soon. Well, on to the next chapter, then. :3