Through the Rain

Chapter 4

No one could remember how long it had been since Pan had disappeared that night so long ago. All that anyone could remember was that when they arrived at the highway, was a semi sitting in the middle of the road. Blood covered his front and on his hands.

He seemed hauntingly pale and babbled on about a timely story no one could translate.

But little did anyone know.

He was talking about Pan.

It's been at least a year or so since Pan had disappeared.No one could really remember.

Until now.



Present Day

A 14 to 15-year-old girl sat at the base of a tree in the middle of nowhere. The darkness illuminated her skin in the moonlight. Her orange hair streaked silver blew in the wind like little whisks of smoke on a gentle breeze. Her figure had improved since a few years earlier, leading from bashed up arms and legs to a tanned-but-not-too-tanned body with some curves. Her eyes reflected into the night like dark pools of ebony water.

She was alone in the dark solitude of the night.

This girl sat there in thought, wondering about how she ended up like this.

How something so pure and rich could destroy her world and bring her into the world of darkness.

The darkness wasn't so bad, she told herself. It keeps me away from him and all of his buddies. She grimaced in thought.

Flashback

"Why can't I remember anything about my past?" The girl asked into a mirror one day around 9 months ago.

There was no answer. Mirrors cannot talk and she knew that. She sighed as she put on her black bandana and slipped on her black wristband. In the mirror shone a girl with ebony hair, ebony eyes, and pale skin. She had a scar that caressed her skin from her left eye down to her chin, up a ways and came down again crossing to her neck. It was like a lightning bolt on her cheek. She wore black baggy pants with a lone silver chain hanging from her wrist to her pocket. On the back of her pants was a flame outlined in bright orange. She wore a gray T-shirt with black sleeves that fell to just above her elbows and a black collar. Over this shirt she wore a black vest that had a brown band wrapping across from her right shoulder to her hip, hugging her thin body. Her right arm was covered in a black band that came from her wrist up to before her elbow and she wore a wrist guard. On her left hand all she had was a band on her wrist, a thick black band with silver stars on it. This was she and this was Kia.

Or so she made herself to believe.

"Do you really want to learn about the past?" Her master asked as he walked into the room. He never really showed his face to Kia. He just stayed in the shadow, but always, always, Kia could remember his eyes of blue flickering in the shadows, with a strip of lavender hair hanging out of the shadows as well. That was all she ever saw of him and it made her curious about certain questions that flickered in her mind.

She paused a moment and stood there, staring at her tomboy reflection.

Do I really want to know?

Of course.

"Tell me."

"I would rather show you, or demonstrate to you. It will help you understand this is better." He held up his hand and beckoned her into the shadows along beside him and there was hesitation for a short period of time. She walked into the shadows along side him.

But that was the wrong choice.

That's when the abuse started.

End of Flashback

Because of the abuse, she had come up with a disorder. The disorder had tormented her, given her nothing but pain, frustration, anguish and the sickening reality that she deserved to be somewhere better. She knew she left something behind that she wished she hadn't. She knew there was something deeper, something darker that she knew she deserved to know.

Too bad she couldn't ask anyone because of this dumb disorder.

The moon high in the sky had started to sink below the horizon when Pan jumped back to reality. She cursed in the air and jumped up and ran. Ran to beat the clock, ran to beat fate, ran to beat destiny, ran to beat death.

The woods fell around her as she ran, the leaves closed around her and the nothingness of the land gave her a feeling of uneasiness. "I've got to make it, I just have to!" She whispered to herself as she ran. She kept her mind focused on her crypt until she ran into someone.

There were cries of surprise as two people tumbled onto the ground. Leaves and twigs cracked in tension as they rolled on them. Kia picked up her balance and took off again or tried. The man was quick enough to grab her wrist and pull her towards him.

"Are you okay?" The man asked, half standing in the shadows of the remaining evening. Kia looked at him only to be shocked and settle into realization. There was blue eyes, the same piercing eyes as her master's.He moved closer and as he did, a strand of hair fell over his eyes, a strand of lavender hair.

"Why-what, no, but, I'm sorry, master." Kia said quickly and tried to pull away from his grasp. He just held on.

"What, master?" The shadows around him decreased as Kia looked at the horizon. She remembered an old saying on of her friends used to say when she was talking about hot cowboys. (Where is this coming from?) Daylight in the swamp, tails up, and get rising. The moon's a fallen; the sun's arisen.

In the distance, at the horizon, the moon had fallen into its daily slumber. Only to have the sun start to rise and take its place.

"Let me go!" Kia screamed as she felt it. Hot searing pains attacking her body, covering her. She screamed and screamed in pain as the startled man let go of the girl. He didn't let go because of her screaming.

It was because of her skin.

Her skin was charring, like she was on fire. It was like she was caught in some deadly fire.

Kia screamed and started to run, regardless of the pain that stayed and started to continue, only worse and worse. She could hear someone calling her in the background but she paid scant attention.

She stumbled, trying to remain in the shadows as the sun rose higher and higher.

Right before her doorstep, she collapsed.

She fell into the comforting and cold veil of unconsciousness.



The man watched the girl run off screaming, running in the forest. He stood horror stricken as he watched this scene. He ran after her and followed her stumble and trip in the maze of trees with no exit. He watched her run into small trees, acting like she was blind. He held his breath and suddenly, as he watched her skin peel and burn, he saw something incredible.

The orange hair turned into black.

Her skin was burning, leaving something else in its place.There was more skin under this.After all the skin had burned away, the girl ran as fast as she could and stumbled towards this large stone house in the trees. As she trailed up the stairs, she collapsed on the doorway.

The man walked forward and looked closely at the windows. Boarded up and painted with the cold color of black. Cobwebs floated along where Virginia Ivy plants crawled up the walls. It was a cold house and made the atmosphere apparently as cold as ice, or as stone.

The man ran to the girl and looked at her. She was withered away and there was something that shocked him.

Another girl was in her place.

Another girl by the name of Pan Son.

Author's Note - That was an intro of how this story FINALLY gets going. How was it? Review or something or just sit there and wait for the next chapter.