Title: Interrupted Innocence
Disclaimer: *sighs* do I have to say this? Angel: *zero grin* yes! *wails* no the Weiss nor the Shwartz guys aren't mine. I wish I had them though. then they'd all be in the right pairings and the Australia bitch would be eaten by kangaroos.
Authors notes: Well this is my first fic I've posted and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. This is only the first part and you won't find out who the little boy is until the second chapter. *grins* telling you would take out the fun you'll have trying to figure out who the cutey is! Now on with the story!
Interrupted Innocence: Prologue
The woman looked to her son, as she lay there broken, burned and bleeding. She smiled weakly at him and told him to leave her before the flames caught up to them. The little boy shook his head, crying softly. He kept telling her to get up, that they needed to leave.
"Baby," she said. "I can't get up. I want you to leave me here, and get out to safety."
The boy shook his head. He wasn't going to leave his mother all alone. She needed to get out and get help.
Dry coughs wracked her body as she inhaled the smoke that was surrounding them. "Baby," she repeated, more firmly than last time. "I want you to leave; I want you to be safe. Please listen to your mama, one more time?"
The little boy's eyes widen, and he began to cry harder. He moved from his kneeled position to cling to his mother. The boy then nodded once and got up to find a way out from the smoke and flames. His mother watched him move about the broken furniture, and around the flames, until she couldn't see him anymore through the smoke. She coughed dryly once more as she closed her eyes and wondered to herself why this happened to her family. She wondered why he had done this to them. To his son.
Soon she was too tired and in too much pain to stay awake. Her last thoughts before she fell into eternal slumber were; I hope my baby is sake and sound, and I hope he has a good life.
*~*~
The boy picked his way from the broken up living room to the door at the front of the house. He was sobbing quietly, wishing he could be with his mama, but he told his mother he'd get out safely. He resolutely stayed away from the flames and crawled to the door. He stood up to reach the doorknob and coughed loudly when he inhaled the smoke.
He opened the door and stumbled out into the front yard breathing in deeply the fresh air. The boy fell to the ground as he caught his breath, and watched the flames slowly devour the house. In the distance he heard the wailing of sirens from the fire engines that where inevitably coming to put out the fire.
When the boy saw the fire trucks coming down the street, he tried desperately to get up. Finally, after struggling and failing a couple of time, he managed to get up and started to walk away. He didn't trust people. What happened that night had taught him to be wary of people. When the firemen tried to get to him and help him, he pushed them away and ran in between them.
The boy ran away from the few firemen that chased him. Turning quickly into an alleyway he tucked himself into a small-secluded space. When he didn't hear them anymore, he let himself sob. He cried for the pain his mother went through; he cried because of her death; he cried for being all alone now; and lastly he cried because *he* was out there still.
The little boy stayed there crying, until he fell asleep.
~*~*~
*nervous* so what do ya think? Good? Bad? Angel: *sighs* she's on the verge of a nervous breakdown. *smacks him* shut up you! They don't need ta talk ta the likes of you! *sweatdrop* please review!
Disclaimer: *sighs* do I have to say this? Angel: *zero grin* yes! *wails* no the Weiss nor the Shwartz guys aren't mine. I wish I had them though. then they'd all be in the right pairings and the Australia bitch would be eaten by kangaroos.
Authors notes: Well this is my first fic I've posted and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. This is only the first part and you won't find out who the little boy is until the second chapter. *grins* telling you would take out the fun you'll have trying to figure out who the cutey is! Now on with the story!
Interrupted Innocence: Prologue
The woman looked to her son, as she lay there broken, burned and bleeding. She smiled weakly at him and told him to leave her before the flames caught up to them. The little boy shook his head, crying softly. He kept telling her to get up, that they needed to leave.
"Baby," she said. "I can't get up. I want you to leave me here, and get out to safety."
The boy shook his head. He wasn't going to leave his mother all alone. She needed to get out and get help.
Dry coughs wracked her body as she inhaled the smoke that was surrounding them. "Baby," she repeated, more firmly than last time. "I want you to leave; I want you to be safe. Please listen to your mama, one more time?"
The little boy's eyes widen, and he began to cry harder. He moved from his kneeled position to cling to his mother. The boy then nodded once and got up to find a way out from the smoke and flames. His mother watched him move about the broken furniture, and around the flames, until she couldn't see him anymore through the smoke. She coughed dryly once more as she closed her eyes and wondered to herself why this happened to her family. She wondered why he had done this to them. To his son.
Soon she was too tired and in too much pain to stay awake. Her last thoughts before she fell into eternal slumber were; I hope my baby is sake and sound, and I hope he has a good life.
*~*~
The boy picked his way from the broken up living room to the door at the front of the house. He was sobbing quietly, wishing he could be with his mama, but he told his mother he'd get out safely. He resolutely stayed away from the flames and crawled to the door. He stood up to reach the doorknob and coughed loudly when he inhaled the smoke.
He opened the door and stumbled out into the front yard breathing in deeply the fresh air. The boy fell to the ground as he caught his breath, and watched the flames slowly devour the house. In the distance he heard the wailing of sirens from the fire engines that where inevitably coming to put out the fire.
When the boy saw the fire trucks coming down the street, he tried desperately to get up. Finally, after struggling and failing a couple of time, he managed to get up and started to walk away. He didn't trust people. What happened that night had taught him to be wary of people. When the firemen tried to get to him and help him, he pushed them away and ran in between them.
The boy ran away from the few firemen that chased him. Turning quickly into an alleyway he tucked himself into a small-secluded space. When he didn't hear them anymore, he let himself sob. He cried for the pain his mother went through; he cried because of her death; he cried for being all alone now; and lastly he cried because *he* was out there still.
The little boy stayed there crying, until he fell asleep.
~*~*~
*nervous* so what do ya think? Good? Bad? Angel: *sighs* she's on the verge of a nervous breakdown. *smacks him* shut up you! They don't need ta talk ta the likes of you! *sweatdrop* please review!