Disclaimer: I own only my ideas and the Craptop this is eked out on.
HA HA! I just looked over my first chapter and all the funny spacing and I realized what a horrid sight it is. But as a testament to my new start to writing I'm going to leave it as it is. I am however going to fix this in my next chapters.
The + signs don't work on their own (thanks FF) so now memories/personality tidbits are going to be separated by /*\ and FF's lovely spacing makes my pov break look nasty XD so its going to just be /~R~\
Criticize, don't flame, I have nothing to use flames on as I don't particularly like overcooked anything.
ENJOY!
She walked out of the small dark shop clutching her gyoza to her heavily padded body. She could feel the heat soak into her layers and smiled in happiness. A sharp shove to her back shattered that feeble bit of happiness as she crashed down into the snow covered sidewalk. She let out a feeble whimper at what she knew was coming next. It always did. The man standing above her had been tormenting her for years. His blonde hair had become a warning flash to her now. She rolled over on to her back to stare up at him. She wanted him to see the pain in her eyes this time. She didn't think he was going to let her go, this man had put her into the hospital more times than she cared to remember.
/*\
"What is that?"
"Charles!? Is something wrong?! Please, tell me!" The woman was moving her head around lazily, like she couldn't see well.
A doctor moved the father out of the way and began caring for the newly born baby.
"Charles? Please, tell me. Is it a boy? Is he healthy?"
The man stared at the wall.
"Charles! Please. . . ."
The doctor had finished caring for the baby and had maneuvered his way through the throng of nurses around her bedside to place the small pink bundle into her mothers arms.
"She is a perfectly healthy girl Mrs. Etille."
The new mother gazed down at he small bundle in her arms in joy and confusion. "W-what is on her face?" Abby Etille started to delicately wipe at the baby girls porcelain skin.
"Its just where her skin is a bit underdeveloped. Its become more and more common these days. She is still perfectly healthy and the condition should go away in a few months."
"Charles, come see her." Abby's voice was becoming more and more quiet.
"No." Charles' voice seemed to hollow out with that one word.
\*/
She felt the boot connect with her side. She cringed against the impact and felt the air rush out of her lungs. So much for her extra padding.
"You aren't going anywhere after this. You and those memories will be gone!"
She curled in on her side and whimpered. 'How badly is he going to hurt me this time?'She heard the snow crunch under his boots as he got into position to harm her further. She turned her head back towards him and glared. The sight that met her eyes was not what she was expecting.
A tall, heavily bundled, mans leg came into contact with her assailants head quite swiftly. A flash of purple was all she saw before the man spun around and kicked the assailant again. This kick connected with his midsection and launched the man several feet away.
He saved her. This man had just saved her life for absolutely no reason. Right?
Thoughts flashed through her mind. 'Vigilante? Martial arts teacher? Is he bad? What if he just hates seeing people get hurt? Maybe he- Oh Shit! He is getting closer!' His voice breaks through her mental conversation with herself.
"Are you alright?" Honey. His voice was made of warm honey.
"Can you hear me?" His arm reached for hers and she flinched.
'Don't let him see'
She climbed to her feet and backed away from the tall man.
'Thank you stranger.'
With everything she had she took off down the road, ignoring the mashed pile of gyoza on the ground and the calls for her to wait.