TITLE: Harsh Hope
BY: Mandy Sinclaire
Disclaimer: Fic is mine. Please don't take it without permission. Everything else is Card-sama's, and boy, does he rock. PLEASE DON'T SUE!! Fanfiction is a tribute!!!!
Note: For those of you looking at this and wondering why I'm not working on Incomplete Transmission, and about to scold me mightily, I'm working on it. The next part of IT is big, and needs special care. I couldn't do that during finals, but school ends soon... So I can work on I-T and HH much more. And even start my other Ender fic. Mmm yup.*grins*
Thanks to Caro, who caught the mistake with ""he almost never went at least a week without bathing"" and changed it to the current version. You rock.
Prologue : "Pain"
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He was more dirty than he could remember being in his entire life.
It wasn't a dirt patch here and there, or a few days without a wash. That didn't bother him -- he almost always went at least a _week_ before bathing.
No, it was so much worse than that, this dirt. It was the telltale stickiness of the hair; the grubbiness of the palms. The odd scent wafting from _somewhere_, that everyone comments on and you just know it's you. Even worse than that, it was the blood.
Yes, the blood. You didn't think he wasn't convincing himself he was just upset about dirt, did you? No street urchin would be upset about any amount of dirt. The fact was, he was spending all this time obsessing over it to distract himself from the fact he was currently laying on the ground, covered in blood and unable to even move. Moving earned the worse kind of punishment -- harsh pain from even a twitch of a finger.
How was he still alive? He didn't know. All he knew was he regretted living during every long and excruciating moment...
...and hoped someone would come along and finish the job.
Footsteps thundered near his head, even this sending pain jolts through his body. For a moment, hope filled him. They were back.
"Hey, ma! Look! I found a dead kid!"
His eyes snapped open, and he found himself looking up at someone quite unfamiliar. Someone who did not fit this picture... Who was wearing both clean clothing, and a look of almost horrible satisfaction at finding a 'dead kid'.
Bean did not have more than moment to reflect on this new turn of events before passing out.
=====End Prologue=====
To be continued soon!
((The prologue was a little small, but the Chapter One may be too big for the prologue to wait to be uploaded till it exists..So..yeah.))
BY: Mandy Sinclaire
Disclaimer: Fic is mine. Please don't take it without permission. Everything else is Card-sama's, and boy, does he rock. PLEASE DON'T SUE!! Fanfiction is a tribute!!!!
Note: For those of you looking at this and wondering why I'm not working on Incomplete Transmission, and about to scold me mightily, I'm working on it. The next part of IT is big, and needs special care. I couldn't do that during finals, but school ends soon... So I can work on I-T and HH much more. And even start my other Ender fic. Mmm yup.*grins*
Thanks to Caro, who caught the mistake with ""he almost never went at least a week without bathing"" and changed it to the current version. You rock.
Prologue : "Pain"
=====
He was more dirty than he could remember being in his entire life.
It wasn't a dirt patch here and there, or a few days without a wash. That didn't bother him -- he almost always went at least a _week_ before bathing.
No, it was so much worse than that, this dirt. It was the telltale stickiness of the hair; the grubbiness of the palms. The odd scent wafting from _somewhere_, that everyone comments on and you just know it's you. Even worse than that, it was the blood.
Yes, the blood. You didn't think he wasn't convincing himself he was just upset about dirt, did you? No street urchin would be upset about any amount of dirt. The fact was, he was spending all this time obsessing over it to distract himself from the fact he was currently laying on the ground, covered in blood and unable to even move. Moving earned the worse kind of punishment -- harsh pain from even a twitch of a finger.
How was he still alive? He didn't know. All he knew was he regretted living during every long and excruciating moment...
...and hoped someone would come along and finish the job.
Footsteps thundered near his head, even this sending pain jolts through his body. For a moment, hope filled him. They were back.
"Hey, ma! Look! I found a dead kid!"
His eyes snapped open, and he found himself looking up at someone quite unfamiliar. Someone who did not fit this picture... Who was wearing both clean clothing, and a look of almost horrible satisfaction at finding a 'dead kid'.
Bean did not have more than moment to reflect on this new turn of events before passing out.
=====End Prologue=====
To be continued soon!
((The prologue was a little small, but the Chapter One may be too big for the prologue to wait to be uploaded till it exists..So..yeah.))