Pink Trailer

Her pod was plummeting. Frantically she slammed her hands over the controls. She was spiraling towards a large lake. No! she thought no no no no! I need to get it to land on dirt! I can't swim! But it was too late, the pod slammed into the water. The girl flung forward and smacked against the dashboard. Pain shot through her gut and she grunted. Looking up she saw the pod sinking, and fast! Panic raced through her and she ran to the back, her shaking hand pressing the button that would open the back of her pod. The door gave a weak, broken squeal and remained closed. Her panic escalated, her pod was skinning!

Her heart pounded so loud she could hear it. I need to break the glass! She thought frantically. I need to get out! Rushing to the back window she slammed her fists on its cold surface again and again. Nothing happened.

Stumbling back, her hands shaking, fear began to overwhelm. Was she really going to die in here? After escaping, after flying across space, she was going to die in a small pod sinking to the bottom of a lake. She looked down, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

Then she saw her tattoo and her hope soared. She could use her powers! Closing her eyes as the pod slipped below the water's surface, she took a deep breath. And screamed.

The scream was inhuman, it exploded from her mouth with more force then any human could muster. The scream vibrated around her, she could feel it in her bones. The back window cracked and water began to spurt.

Taking another breath, she screamed again, her pitch higher, the force stronger.

The window shattered, water flooded in. Her panic shot upwards again as the ship began to fill. Soon it was at her knees, then hips, then chest, the available air quickly replaced with water. Tears flowed from her eyes and panic griped her heart. Stop! Find a way out. The girl forced herself to the edge of the pod, water pushing against her. Grabbing the edge of the pod's blown out window, she pulled herself out kicking frantically against the water, her eyes closed against the current, her mouth choking on the swell, adrenaline racing through her.

Breaking free from the pod, she kicked to the surface, her head breaking just as her lungs began to burst. Flinging her arms out she kicked and gasped, have to keep my head above water. But her strength was falling as her head ducked under water again and again. "Help!" she tried to scream. "Help!" She was giving way to panic, strength almost gone. Then she heard a loud splash and a voice male shouted.

"I'm coming!" Hope surged through her and she clung to it, letting it give her strength, giving energy to her legs. An arm wrapped around her shoulders, she desperately clung to it, instinct making her climb up the rescuer.

"Stop! Calm down!" the voice commanded. "Just hold onto my back! I'll pull you back to safely!" Closing her eyes she breathed, forcing her panic to settle.

She was pulled to the edge of the lake and laid down upon its muddy surface. A worried faced looked into hers, a man with kind eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked. The girl nodded weakly and smiled, shutting her eyes.

An hour later, the girl sat inside a small tent, using a towel to dry off her pink hair, eyeing the strand of white that naturally grew alongside the pink. She jumped as the tent flap was pushed open and a small boy walked in. He had short blond hair and bright blue eyes. "Hi," he said happily, "my mom said I couldn't talk to you because…you know…we don't really know who you are. But if I talk to you then I will know who you are." Pink hair blinked her blue eyes in surprise.

"My name is Jaune Arc," he said sitting down. "What's yours?"

"I…um…" Pink Hair stammered nervously. "I don't know…" Jaune frowned at this.

"You don't know? Well what do your parents call you?" Pink Hair looked down, why was this boy talking to her? She didn't even know him. She felt awkward.

"I don't remember my parents."

"Oh…" Jaune said, looking at her in surprise. This was followed by a long, unconformable silence before Jaune said.

"How about I give you a nick name? I mean I have to call you something." Pink Hair looked at him in surprise. Nick name? She thought. Jaune sat for a while, clearly deep in thought.

"Oh!" he said excitedly, "How about…"

"Jaune!" a female voice suddenly snapped. "Are you in the tent?"

"N…No?" Jaune responded, although it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"Jaune get out of the tent! I already told you we don't know who this girl is!" Jaune sighed and stood.

"Sorry," he said shrugging, and walked out of the tent.

The next few days flew past with little significance. Pink Hair learned that that the Arc family consisted of seven girls, Jaune, and their parents. She also learned that they were camping for a few days out in the forest. The Arc family was nice, although the parents were a little leery of her, the kids were nice to her, although she spent most of her time around Jaune, who started calling her Strawberry because of her pink hair. Pink Hair wasn't really sure how she felt about it. Jaune's parents kept talking about who her parents were and how to find them, even after she told then that she didn't remember who they were. They even called the 'authorities' who questioned her.

They asked for her name, her parents names, and where she lived. In response she simply answered that she had no idea. True she had lived in a space lab, but she had no idea where it was.

Eventually the Arc family began packing up to return home. At first they were simply planning on leaving her with the authorities. But their helplessness with the child quickly changed their minds. After all, they had adequate space, clothing, food and resources to help. The Arcs and the authorities agreed to search for her family.

Jaune smiled at her as they climbed into the family car. "Isn't this great Strawberry! You can stay with us for a while!" Pink Hair smiled at him.

"Y…Yeah," she stammered. "I guess this is nice."

When they reached the Arc home, Pink Hair was given a couch to sleep on and clothes from Jaune's sisters. At first she felt shy and nervous around so many people, and occasionally she had nightmares about "that horrible place she had lived." But overall she felt happier than she ever had. Jaune's parents began calling her Rigel (although Jaune still called her Strawberry) and for the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged.