Chapter 4

Heinkel just sat and stared at the shinning blade before her, gleaming with the light of the room bouncing off of it. She remembered when she first saw it's blade, thirsty for blood, her blood. It was so long ago she could barely remember when it happened, she lived with her father and her mother. At the time in Germany money was scarce and after her birth her father got even more violent. He drank, a lot of alcohol at the time and after she was born it only seemed to increase. Her mother told her about how he was a good man once but Heinkel often wondered if this was just some lie to get her to like her father.

But when she was 8 everything broke down, he got more and more violent, her mother tried everything she could to stay in the house and not get kicked out in the winter of that year. But one night an argument escalated into her father pulling out a gun and shooting her mother. He was going to shoot Heinkel too but she ran out in time, she wasn't dressed very good but she managed to run as far as she could.

Unfortunately the snow fall made things worse and she felt as though she was she was running in a dream...numb and tired. But she managed to run a mile away until she reached a train-yard, one train was about to take of but she jumped into one of the cargo cars. She cried for hours on that train, miserable, alone, and sad.

But 2 years later when she was 10 she had become adjusted to the life style she was given. She was in Italy, she had on ragged clothes, with fingerless gloves and two black goggles with a sling shot in her back pocket.

She grinned as she stared at her target. A big building with a giant lawn all around it with beautiful trees arranged greatly. The building looked old but it had to have riches inside of it.

Heinkel dashed to the window of the building looking around to see if anyone else was taking a walk outside at night.

She then opened the window slipping into a fabulous kitchen, with gian trows of food everywhere you looked, there was a middle island table, a pantry closet full of food, along wit a desert section, and the fridge contained meat and ice cream.

Heinkel was elated, "I won't have to steal for a year off this food!"

As she reached for an apple from the fruit basket Heinkel saw out of the corner of her eye, a shining light, as she turned the blade swung through the air and stuck into the wooden floor.

Heinkel staggered backwards to see a girl...even younger than her carrying a Japenese katanna.

"A Heathen!" she cried as she removed the sword from the ground and pulled back charging a swing.

Heinkel pulled out a rock and her sling shot firing quickly. But as the girl saw it flying towards her face in the blink of an eye she swung through it and cut it in half neatly.

"Shit!" Heinkel yelled as she back flipped with the sword's blade missing her slightly. This cause Heinkel to be thrown off balance and land against a cabinet, as she hit it, knives slipped out of it.

"Shit...this girl's good...no one has even pushed me to the wall like this..."

Heinkel smirked as she grabbed at least 4 knives per hand, "However..."

As the girl came charging Heinkel threw the knives, "You can't stop them all!"

But the girl simply grinned as she moved in such a fashion she appeared ghostly whisking by the knives in a strange fashion, as if she phased through them.

As they passed Heinkel gasped as all the knives fell out of the air into pieces on the ground.

Heinkel didn't see her coming as she was in gasp, "That...that is so in human."

As the girl prepared to decapitate Heinkel another blade stopped her.

Heinkel snapped back to reality to see a bayonet blocking the girls attack.

As the girl backed off she got on one knee sticking her blade into the ground.

There stood a man who was towering above Heinkel, he wore a giant light blue jacket that fluttered as he walked like a cloak or a cape, his glasses and bayonets shinned in the moonlight like the scythe of the grim reaper. He had short spikey blonde hair while his face had a deep scar on his left-hand side. Then his eyes...intimidating and glaring through the darkness, were deep green.

As Heinkel saw this man she whimpered and tripped backward backing into a cabinet, images of her father flashed into her head. But as he reached out his hands she flinched...but then she was lifted, Heinkel looked at him to see his face.

He opened his mouth and out came a rugged Irish accent, "Well...lookie here Yumie...I think our little thief is nothing more than a scared child."

The Asian girl spat, "Father Anderson! She was stealing our food!"

The man turned back to Yumie, "We give to the poor so they don't have to steal Yumie...otherwise what good would the world be if nobody gave nothing to anyone?"

The girl grumbled to herself while the man smiled, "Yumie...go get this little girl some fresh, clean clothes...and then show her the way to the bathroom so she can wash herself...poor thing hasn't had a bath in ages."

A week later...

Heinkel sat outside on the Orphanage's park bench just looking at the sun, she often slept during the day and imagined the transfer from night to day to be highly difficult.

But with the soft bed's here there was no trouble.

She heard shuffling footsteps with leaves moving through the grass, she turned to see the Priest, Father Anderson, joining her on the park bench with two cups of hot chocolate.

As he sat down he offered the cup to Heinkel who cautiously took a cup, she looked at the cup's contents and carefully tasted it burning her tongue.

She almost spilled it but she caught herself, Anderson laughed.

"HAHAHAH! Now I see what kinda child you are...you haven't ever tasted hot chocolate? I know no child who hasn't tasted hot chocolate before."

Anderson smiled warmly before he drank all of his cup's contents in one cup. Heinkel gasped as she could see the from the smoke just how hot it was.

As he finished he sighed and looked back to Heinkel, "So...where you from."

Heinkel didn't speak, she just looked away.

Anderson frowned, "Look...you haven't spoken to me or the other children since you got here...now can you at least tell me your name?"

Heinkel was silent for a moment before she quietly said, "Heinkel..."

"There we go!...Got a last name?"

Heinkel shook her head shyly, "You don't have a last name...oh...we have that kind of child here," Anderson then patted Heinkel's shoulder making her flinch, "Why are you alone like this...you have to at least tell me that..."

Heinkel stopped speaking and Anderson sighed, "Alright...I won't ask...tell me when you're ready."

Anderson smiled as he rubbed her hear ruggedly to her annoyance, "Hehe...it seems we have our own Lone Wolf in this home of God..."

Then Yumie ran up in front of Anderson and Heinkel, "Anderson! I'm ready!"

Anderson smiled, "Excuse me..."

He set his cup down on the bench and grinned a mad grin, he spread out his arms and two bayonets came shooting out of his sleeves. Yumie grinned equally as she withdrew her sword in a flash of light.

As she swung her sword Anderson countered blocking the attack with his bayonet.

Heinkel watched in awe as each others blades met multiple times with the sun shinning in each hit, like a miniature fireworks show happened from the sparks of every counter.

After it was down Anderson bowed to Yumie and Yumie bowed to Anderson.

Soon she sheathed her sword and Anderson pocketed his bayonets. He then turned to see Heinkel was watching and smiled as he walked away.

Later before going to bed Heinkel got dressed in the PJ's she was given and she heard a knock, she thought it'd be Anderson but instead it was another Asian girl...wearing glasses at the door.

"H-H-Hello?"

Heinkel was taken away by her shyness, "Yeah...what do you want?"

She seemed more timid when spoken to, "I...I...I wanted to apologize for my sister's behavior..."

She offered her hand to Heinkel...surprisingly a lot shyer that Heinkel was with Anderson. Heinkel took the hand surprisingly with more confidence and shook it.

"You have a sister?" Heinkel asked.

She nodded shyly.

"Do...do you mean Yumie?"

She nodded again.

"Well...where is she?...and where were you...this is the first time I've seen you."

She chuckled nervously, "Well...I'm used to saying sister but really she's in here, "She smiled nervously as she poked her own head."

Heinkel was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well..." she couldn't seem to find the words but then she smiled and took off her glasses, Heinkel recognized her immediately.

"Y-Yumie?!"

She nodded shyly putting her glasses back on ad she sat at the foot of Heinkel's bed, "Yeah...again I call her sister because...well what can you call someone like that?"

"What...what do you mean she's in there though?"

"Anderson told me it was a split-personality...or something like that. He told me that he took care of me since I was 5 years old and I had this personality since I was born. It terrified my parents...that's why they gave me up. They called my sister Yumie a demon, I kinda believe them, ever since she came around I've been so evil and mean...but the real me just wants to be alone. Anderson says Yumie's an Guardian Angel...sent to earth to protect me since I can't do it myself," she looked down, "Psychopath...Berserker...these names fall me where ever Yumie goes and has been. She's no Guardian Angel...she's a curse!"

She began to tear up but Heinkel hugged the girl quickly...to her surprised she stopped mid tears, "Hey...don't worry...if you want a friend I'll be one for you."

"R-R-Really?"

Heinkel escaped the hug and nodded smiling, "Yeah...if you want me to help you I certainly can try," Heinkel felt at home for the first time, "My name's Heinkel...what's yours?"

She smiled shyly once more, "Yumiko...Yumiko Takagi."