Author's Notes: I have returned with another for my beautiful fans (.
I'd like to thank everyone that reviewed. For my first time, it wasn't bad.
Disclaimer: word says it all, do not own anything, but Trini and the soldiers in this chappie.
Couples: OC + Duo
Rating: R
Warnings: Death and a witto wuv.
Shadowed Past
"." - quote
(.) - thought
[.] - in another language or past
Chapter 2
The church was now ruins to add to the pile. I had run away from everything that was inside. People that loved me, people I loved. The Maxwell Church was my home, and now, it was destroyed.
The sky seemed to grow an eerie grey as I ran my way through alleys and empty streets. Tears stinging my eyes as they threatened to fall, but I wouldn't let them. I couldn't cry anymore. If anything, I prayed. I prayed to the God I knew existed. The one who claimed to give or take away life. The life of Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, and Solo. Duo.
Running was all I could do. My feet never seized and my eyes never blinked away the determination of where I would restart my life alone. I stopped running. I stopped shaking. I nearly stopped breathing. I brushed my fingers through my hair, pushing away stray strands that attacked my cheeks. I noticed that my red ribbon was missing. The same one Sister Helen had given me years ago. I was about to turn back to retrieve it, afraid that if I lost that, I would lose my very soul. But I thought twice. Thought about what Helen told me.
["Trini, please run off. I couldn't stand to see you get hurt."]
Looking at her eyes, the blood dripping from her lips, her glowing blonde hair scattered around her elegant face that was battered and cut, I had to listen, I had to understand that I was the lucky one to hide away like Duo had said. But now, they were gone, and I lived. But only God knew how much I wanted to die along with my family.
I fell onto my knees and supported my weak body with my hands. My tears lost their fight and fell to their spoken death on the ground below, their grave. Pants of air escaping my lips as I tried to catch my breath. It was when I looked up I saw where I had finally ended up. A large warehouse that was partly rubble from war. I recognized it to be the very same warehouse that Duo had planned to steal from. By the looks of the angry soldiers that were beginning to march my way, it would seem that they had had enough with children. I stood to my feet and began to run, but the angry call from one of the men had my feet to freeze at their very position.
["Look Tom, another kid to spice up our yard duty."] One spoke in a language I couldn't understand. It wasn't English, so all I could do was frown. He saw my look, so then he began to speak, this time loud and clear, and in my nationality.
"Little girl, you shouldn't be here. Men like me and that other guy can hurt you." He stretched out a hand and grabbed me. I screamed loudly and began to kick, but my weak body could no longer fight back. I stopped, deciding that I would let the man do whatever he wanted to me. There was no reason to live anymore. The ones that I loved were gone, I wanted to die too.
["Ken, cut it out. Boss wants this one inside."] The other spoke out, as the other stopped.
["What for? It's a little kid"] The one holding me seemed to exclaimed in the same language that he spoke in earlier. My grip loosened as he began to carry me inside the warehouse.
"Where are we going? Why are we in here? Let me go! I want to be on my own!" I yelled into the narrow halls. I began to struggle again, but it was useless, struggling wouldn't free me. It also wouldn't bring back the ones I lost.
*
I faced a man who was tall and dark; almost frightening. His voice was deep and he directed most of what was said about me to the other soldiers in the room. I looked up at him confused, dark burgundy lashes overlapping my green eyes as I tried to blink away the fear that hid in them.
More pointless things were said and then I was eventually leaded down the hallway again, this time I wasn't held, this time I didn't resist.
I was put into a small room with walls that were hard and hallow that had a cold air that made the room dark. There was a bed at the far corner that was unmade. The cot was small and looked very uncomfortable. Shoved into the room, the same soldier glared down at me, but smirked evilly before shutting the door behind him, leaving me in darkness.
*
I was in the room for a time that seemed like days.
I only saw the dim lit hallways as a soldier brought in a tray of what looked to be left-overs. At times it made me sick and forced me to vomit in a little bin that they had left for me at the corner of the room. The same soldier with the food would empty it out daily, but still left me in the confines of the windowless cell.
I curled up under the thin blanket and rested my head on my arms and shivered from a windless breeze. It was at nights that were cold or I was afraid, Duo would sit next to me and tell me a new story of the courageous war children of America. I would cuddle close and listen intently, smiling when he would mention of the great new leader with his little sidekick. It was those times that I missed the most. Being in my home and staying with Duo, who would end up sharing the bed with me because he would be too tired to walk back to his own.
At times, I would watch him sleep. That once talkative mouth, shut into a thin line. Those round cheeks that would smile at every waking moment, would cease and seem to fall into a slumber as well. His mouth still slightly opened with a light snore eliciting from his small nose.
~*
"DUO!! DUO?!" cried a young girl as she ran into the room, lighting blazing from the outside. "Make it stop!" She cried as she ran into his waiting arms.
"Thunder scares you huh? I don't like it much either." He replied as he rubbed her back.
The little brunette shivered as another crash sounded in the room.
"I wish it would never thunder! It's too loud and scares me!"
The boy remained silent for a moment and then pulled her up with him into the small bed.
"Here. How about. a song?" he contemplated a loud.
The girl did nothing but looked at him with her swamp green eyes. He smiled nervously, but clear his throat and began with a raspy voice.
"Angel's are one to hold you, They are there to behold you. Don't be afraid of the things that scare you, Because there will always be someone to hold you."
"That's a pretty song Duo. But your voice sounds funny!" the little girl giggled.
Another flash of lightening lit the sky, but the girl never flinched, or whimpered. She only laid her head on the pillow and began to snooze off into her dream world.
Duo pulled the blanket over them and rested beside her own. He yawned lightly and closed his eyes, beginning to drift off himself.
"You may feel better now, Trini. But with you being here, took my mind off the storm too."
~*
From where I laid, I could hear loud crashing of thunder from the outside of the warehouse and the pattering of rain drops on the walls of my room. I flinched as a loud crash exploded close by. Tears welled up in my eyes and I whimpered the words that were my lullaby at night:
"Angel's are one to hold you, They are there to behold you. Don't be afraid of the things that scare you, Because there will always be someone to hold you."
With those words, and the faint memory that was slipping from my mind, I slept and dreamed of a perfect world; A world without war, without hate. It was all unreal, but a dream that was so familiar to me. I had been so tired. It would seem like days that I would be awake before I slept again, but it was only hours.
The sun was at it's highest as I fell asleep.
Author's Notes: OK OK, so the ending is a little confusing. But being that Trini is in a cell with no windows and such, and malnutrition, she is more tired and beginning to feel ill. The rest will come along soon. I know this chapter is short, and that you want the action to begin, but I assure you that it will eventually. Give me another chapter before it REALLY starts! As for the all the sybols and stuff: well, I thought ff.net supported html and such, so I tried it out. Guess it didn't. So you'll have to live with this. SORRY!! Love you all and thanks for reviewing but PLEASE review more! CIAO! ~PenPen
Disclaimer: word says it all, do not own anything, but Trini and the soldiers in this chappie.
Couples: OC + Duo
Rating: R
Warnings: Death and a witto wuv.
Shadowed Past
"." - quote
(.) - thought
[.] - in another language or past
Chapter 2
The church was now ruins to add to the pile. I had run away from everything that was inside. People that loved me, people I loved. The Maxwell Church was my home, and now, it was destroyed.
The sky seemed to grow an eerie grey as I ran my way through alleys and empty streets. Tears stinging my eyes as they threatened to fall, but I wouldn't let them. I couldn't cry anymore. If anything, I prayed. I prayed to the God I knew existed. The one who claimed to give or take away life. The life of Father Maxwell, Sister Helen, and Solo. Duo.
Running was all I could do. My feet never seized and my eyes never blinked away the determination of where I would restart my life alone. I stopped running. I stopped shaking. I nearly stopped breathing. I brushed my fingers through my hair, pushing away stray strands that attacked my cheeks. I noticed that my red ribbon was missing. The same one Sister Helen had given me years ago. I was about to turn back to retrieve it, afraid that if I lost that, I would lose my very soul. But I thought twice. Thought about what Helen told me.
["Trini, please run off. I couldn't stand to see you get hurt."]
Looking at her eyes, the blood dripping from her lips, her glowing blonde hair scattered around her elegant face that was battered and cut, I had to listen, I had to understand that I was the lucky one to hide away like Duo had said. But now, they were gone, and I lived. But only God knew how much I wanted to die along with my family.
I fell onto my knees and supported my weak body with my hands. My tears lost their fight and fell to their spoken death on the ground below, their grave. Pants of air escaping my lips as I tried to catch my breath. It was when I looked up I saw where I had finally ended up. A large warehouse that was partly rubble from war. I recognized it to be the very same warehouse that Duo had planned to steal from. By the looks of the angry soldiers that were beginning to march my way, it would seem that they had had enough with children. I stood to my feet and began to run, but the angry call from one of the men had my feet to freeze at their very position.
["Look Tom, another kid to spice up our yard duty."] One spoke in a language I couldn't understand. It wasn't English, so all I could do was frown. He saw my look, so then he began to speak, this time loud and clear, and in my nationality.
"Little girl, you shouldn't be here. Men like me and that other guy can hurt you." He stretched out a hand and grabbed me. I screamed loudly and began to kick, but my weak body could no longer fight back. I stopped, deciding that I would let the man do whatever he wanted to me. There was no reason to live anymore. The ones that I loved were gone, I wanted to die too.
["Ken, cut it out. Boss wants this one inside."] The other spoke out, as the other stopped.
["What for? It's a little kid"] The one holding me seemed to exclaimed in the same language that he spoke in earlier. My grip loosened as he began to carry me inside the warehouse.
"Where are we going? Why are we in here? Let me go! I want to be on my own!" I yelled into the narrow halls. I began to struggle again, but it was useless, struggling wouldn't free me. It also wouldn't bring back the ones I lost.
*
I faced a man who was tall and dark; almost frightening. His voice was deep and he directed most of what was said about me to the other soldiers in the room. I looked up at him confused, dark burgundy lashes overlapping my green eyes as I tried to blink away the fear that hid in them.
More pointless things were said and then I was eventually leaded down the hallway again, this time I wasn't held, this time I didn't resist.
I was put into a small room with walls that were hard and hallow that had a cold air that made the room dark. There was a bed at the far corner that was unmade. The cot was small and looked very uncomfortable. Shoved into the room, the same soldier glared down at me, but smirked evilly before shutting the door behind him, leaving me in darkness.
*
I was in the room for a time that seemed like days.
I only saw the dim lit hallways as a soldier brought in a tray of what looked to be left-overs. At times it made me sick and forced me to vomit in a little bin that they had left for me at the corner of the room. The same soldier with the food would empty it out daily, but still left me in the confines of the windowless cell.
I curled up under the thin blanket and rested my head on my arms and shivered from a windless breeze. It was at nights that were cold or I was afraid, Duo would sit next to me and tell me a new story of the courageous war children of America. I would cuddle close and listen intently, smiling when he would mention of the great new leader with his little sidekick. It was those times that I missed the most. Being in my home and staying with Duo, who would end up sharing the bed with me because he would be too tired to walk back to his own.
At times, I would watch him sleep. That once talkative mouth, shut into a thin line. Those round cheeks that would smile at every waking moment, would cease and seem to fall into a slumber as well. His mouth still slightly opened with a light snore eliciting from his small nose.
~*
"DUO!! DUO?!" cried a young girl as she ran into the room, lighting blazing from the outside. "Make it stop!" She cried as she ran into his waiting arms.
"Thunder scares you huh? I don't like it much either." He replied as he rubbed her back.
The little brunette shivered as another crash sounded in the room.
"I wish it would never thunder! It's too loud and scares me!"
The boy remained silent for a moment and then pulled her up with him into the small bed.
"Here. How about. a song?" he contemplated a loud.
The girl did nothing but looked at him with her swamp green eyes. He smiled nervously, but clear his throat and began with a raspy voice.
"Angel's are one to hold you, They are there to behold you. Don't be afraid of the things that scare you, Because there will always be someone to hold you."
"That's a pretty song Duo. But your voice sounds funny!" the little girl giggled.
Another flash of lightening lit the sky, but the girl never flinched, or whimpered. She only laid her head on the pillow and began to snooze off into her dream world.
Duo pulled the blanket over them and rested beside her own. He yawned lightly and closed his eyes, beginning to drift off himself.
"You may feel better now, Trini. But with you being here, took my mind off the storm too."
~*
From where I laid, I could hear loud crashing of thunder from the outside of the warehouse and the pattering of rain drops on the walls of my room. I flinched as a loud crash exploded close by. Tears welled up in my eyes and I whimpered the words that were my lullaby at night:
"Angel's are one to hold you, They are there to behold you. Don't be afraid of the things that scare you, Because there will always be someone to hold you."
With those words, and the faint memory that was slipping from my mind, I slept and dreamed of a perfect world; A world without war, without hate. It was all unreal, but a dream that was so familiar to me. I had been so tired. It would seem like days that I would be awake before I slept again, but it was only hours.
The sun was at it's highest as I fell asleep.
Author's Notes: OK OK, so the ending is a little confusing. But being that Trini is in a cell with no windows and such, and malnutrition, she is more tired and beginning to feel ill. The rest will come along soon. I know this chapter is short, and that you want the action to begin, but I assure you that it will eventually. Give me another chapter before it REALLY starts! As for the all the sybols and stuff: well, I thought ff.net supported html and such, so I tried it out. Guess it didn't. So you'll have to live with this. SORRY!! Love you all and thanks for reviewing but PLEASE review more! CIAO! ~PenPen