Wanders: Il Caduto Dimenticato
By Eve
Disclaimer: No, no, and no! I refuse to say anymore and delve myself into a deeper pit of depression since I cannot claim ownership.
"I'm open to falling from grace."
-"6 Underground", Sneaker Pimps
Interlude: The Firefly and the Doll
"I have a new playmate for you, mi querida."
The small raven-haired girl looked up, silently. Her blue eyes penetrated the wavering gaze of her assigned guardian. Her eyes then turned to a smaller girl, who stood next to the older woman obediently. She dropped her gaze back down to the small box, ignoring the two standing behind her.
"Hilde," the woman spoke again, tone more serious the before. She only spoke like this when she was becoming annoyed. The child bit back a grin. Mind games were always fun with the doctors and the council people.
"Do I have to report you to the Doctor?"
She rolled her eyes. Like that's going to happen.
"No."
The woman pushed the smaller girl forward, satisfied with her response. "Good, now play nicely."
As soon as the woman left, Hilde picked up her box and shoved it in front of the pale blonde. The tiny girl looked confused for a moment.
"Why are you giving me this?"
Hilde shrugged. "What's your name?"
The smaller girl looked up in surprise, but then complied to answer. "Dorothy," she answered quietly.
"The names Hilde," she answered with a grin, eyes sparkling proudly. She pointed to the box. "And we can be friends if you understand what's in the box."
She looked at the other girl with confusion obvious in her eyes.
"Alright," she began slowly. "I'll do it. This place is scary and before I left the camp, Jasmine said a friend is a great thing to have along side of you in this world."
And with that Hilde left her in the gardens staring at the large brown box alone.
**
The gardens were beautiful at night, Doctor Peterson thought with a tiny smile. It was the only time the world seemed to grasp at least an ounce of normalcy.
She reached up and pulled out her hairpin, letting her long brown hair cascade down her back. She sighed; she missed her husband so much. His duty as a soldier taking him as far as L3 to watch what was going on satellite as well as check the out the fractions that were gathering.
She wandered further down the path, admiring how the moonlight hit each flower bush, creating a surreal atmosphere.
She stopped.
In front of her sat the new girl from the Brussels camp, Dorothy was her name. The small girl was siting down on one of the benches. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun, obviously down by Kria who was famous for them. But what was the most surprising thing to her was the intensity in her eyes.
Her eyes were the greenest she had ever seen.
Almost as if they were the eyes of a tigress hunting or even a demoness like the statues they had found in the ruins of South India.
And she had a feeling that she'd be seeing that intensity for a long time.
She decided to approach the girl, softly making her way to the bench and sitting beside her.
"Dorothy?"
The tiny child looked up surprised, but then calmed to reply, "Oui?"
"What are you doing?"
The child looked at her and then to the large box. "Trying to become Hilde's friend."
Peterson chuckled. So the little nymph was up to more mischief. Figures, but what was she up to now?
"Can I see what's in the box?"
She shook her head, tendrils of pale gold falling against her ivory skin. "No."
"And why not?"
She shivered. There was that intensity again.
"Because, you wouldn't understand."
"Oh?"
She was taken aback by this response. The child seemed to carry a deeper understanding in her voice like the other girls. There was something about all of them...
"Could you explain it to me?"
Dorothy giggled softly.
"I guess so," she responded lightly. Almost as if she were a normal child free of the pains she had to live through. She watched enchanted by the large box and the way the small child stuck her hand instead slowly.
She pulled out a headless doll, dressed in what she could make out as a rather burned Elizabethan era gown.
"This is Kayla," the six year-old began, her eyes then took on a darker look. "She symbolizes the past what was happiness and good luck before. And she's burned meaning that that's what happened to the past, the present is dark. But despite that, most of Kayla remains intact, while there is still a chance for us only if we fight."
She then pulled out a small glass container that contained a dimming firefly.
"And this is the symbol of what will happen if we don't. Like the story Jasmine used to tell me before bed, Alice in Wonderland, we will continue to look for a way home."
"Who told you this?"
She was trembling now. The child was starting to scare her. Dorothy shrugged.
"I didn't get it at first, but then Relena 'plained it to me and now I get to be Hilde's friend."
She calmed down and sighed. She would have to do a session tomorrow, but right now she wanted to speak with Hilde.
She gently pushed a strand of hair out of the child's face. "go to sleep, it'll be a long day tomorrow."
Dorothy nodded and grabbed the box, running towards the sleeping quarters.
Now to Hilde...
**
She knew the doctor was coming to see her. Her footsteps on the grass sounding like whispers as she crossed to her seat on the widow ledge.
"That was quite a stunt you pulled."
She shrugged, her eyes blazing in response to her comment.
"I had to make sure."
"Make sure of what?"
The wind hollowed and the tress began to shake. Stretching her arms out, Hilde responded.
"That's she's one of us. We each have something inside of all of us that will be unleashed some. I had to make sure that it was there, ready and waiting. Rellie just made sure she understood."
"Are you afraid to die?"
She shook her head remembering her morning session when they talked about death. Ironically, it was the same question she had asked her and she had given no response.
"No, because I am Death."
**
Her eyes were closed as the plane lifted off to London. She had been informed of the problem as soon as she and Maxwell had gotten into the Buenos Aires base. He refused to believe Lana was responsible for the mess in London. She had tired to tell him that she really didn't have a clue as to if it really was her. Someone could be playing a sick, sick joke.
But she knew from experience that anything could happen.
She also knew that she was close.
//"No, because I am Death."//
She would be seeing Kayla soon.
**
*waves*
Just a cheery interlude before I post the mother of all parts, which I am still working on. Obviously, Hilde's the next to turn but a word to the wise it's going to be more gruesome than Dorothy's.
There will be random interludes like this placed through out ICD. Remember that the girls weren't exactly the most normal six to eight year-olds.
Thank you for all the reviews. Special thanks to angelic1090 for the constant reviews! This interlude and the next part goes out to her.
To Lemon Goddess, I'll start taking the heat when you give me a decent review.