C2A4: I'm baaaaaacckk!
002: Yea! 'notha story!
0010+: yippee kiyo yippee yea!
0010-: no more pancakes before homework for you!
004: good.
C2A4: disclaimer please!
002: She owns nothin' but Emily, Leah, and the awesome clothes! Oh, and the jobs!
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As I was walking down the alley, I heard a small thud. I kept walking when I heard it again. It happened once more, but with this one, I heard a hiss of pain.
I pulled out my lighter and flicked it on.
I found myself staring face to face with a girl who was wearing all black. Her clothes were streaked with blood from her chest down. She was holding her side, where her hand was covering a bullet hole. On her face there was a large gash and a black eyes.
"Hey, do you need a doctor?" I asked.
She nodded.
I walked over to her and she put her arm around my neck. I helped her get to the hospital.
"Son, unless you have money, we can't help her that much," a doctor said to me as the girl lay in a bed.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money.
"I have," I quickly counted the money, "two dollars and nine cents. Can that help her? I don't want her to die."
The doctor sighed and then smiled.
"We'll do what we can," he said. "Now you go try to ask her what happened, okay?"
"Okay!" I said before running into the room.
I pushed a chair up to the tall bed and climbed on to it.
"Hey, girl, could ya tell me your name?" I asked.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. Then she softly said, "Emily. What's yours?"
"Jet Link. How did you get this hurt?"
I thought Emily had fallen asleep because she didn't answer for a few minutes.
"I was walking on the docks. I was caught in crossfire."
"Crossfire?"
"Yeah. I don't know why the people were shooting each other though."
"Oh. Where do you live?"
"Sometimes I can be found in Japan, other times France, and sometimes here in New York. I live anywhere that I can find food and warmth."
"You don't have a family?"
"Oh, my cousin lives in Japan with a priest and a few other orphans. But other than her, I don't have a family. All dead," she replied. "Not that I really care. I was the youngest and never got any attention."
"I always thought that the youngest kids get all the attention?"
"No. My brothers got all of the attention. My parents hardly noticed me."
She shut her eyes and I knew she fell asleep. I curled up in the chair and also fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Emily wasn't in the bed. In fact, she wasn't in the room. But as I sat up and stretched, a nurse walked in pushing a surgery bed.
She put Emily back on the big bed and smiled at me.
"She's going to be alright. She will need to stay her for a few days, though," the nurse said.
"Okay," I said.
"Are you hungry?"
I nodded.
"Come on, let's go get you some food."
I got out of the chair and the nurse grabbed my hand.
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C2A4: not a very good beginning, but its okay. The first two chaps Are meant to explain who the two new cyborgs are. 002: yeah.and if ya have a problem with it, I'll- 004: shut up before I punch you! 002: yeah-wait! No way! 0010s: ignore the two idiots! C2A4: please review! Ice cream sundaes to reviewers and to 0010s, 002, and 004!
002: Yea! 'notha story!
0010+: yippee kiyo yippee yea!
0010-: no more pancakes before homework for you!
004: good.
C2A4: disclaimer please!
002: She owns nothin' but Emily, Leah, and the awesome clothes! Oh, and the jobs!
~*~*~*~
As I was walking down the alley, I heard a small thud. I kept walking when I heard it again. It happened once more, but with this one, I heard a hiss of pain.
I pulled out my lighter and flicked it on.
I found myself staring face to face with a girl who was wearing all black. Her clothes were streaked with blood from her chest down. She was holding her side, where her hand was covering a bullet hole. On her face there was a large gash and a black eyes.
"Hey, do you need a doctor?" I asked.
She nodded.
I walked over to her and she put her arm around my neck. I helped her get to the hospital.
"Son, unless you have money, we can't help her that much," a doctor said to me as the girl lay in a bed.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out some money.
"I have," I quickly counted the money, "two dollars and nine cents. Can that help her? I don't want her to die."
The doctor sighed and then smiled.
"We'll do what we can," he said. "Now you go try to ask her what happened, okay?"
"Okay!" I said before running into the room.
I pushed a chair up to the tall bed and climbed on to it.
"Hey, girl, could ya tell me your name?" I asked.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. Then she softly said, "Emily. What's yours?"
"Jet Link. How did you get this hurt?"
I thought Emily had fallen asleep because she didn't answer for a few minutes.
"I was walking on the docks. I was caught in crossfire."
"Crossfire?"
"Yeah. I don't know why the people were shooting each other though."
"Oh. Where do you live?"
"Sometimes I can be found in Japan, other times France, and sometimes here in New York. I live anywhere that I can find food and warmth."
"You don't have a family?"
"Oh, my cousin lives in Japan with a priest and a few other orphans. But other than her, I don't have a family. All dead," she replied. "Not that I really care. I was the youngest and never got any attention."
"I always thought that the youngest kids get all the attention?"
"No. My brothers got all of the attention. My parents hardly noticed me."
She shut her eyes and I knew she fell asleep. I curled up in the chair and also fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, Emily wasn't in the bed. In fact, she wasn't in the room. But as I sat up and stretched, a nurse walked in pushing a surgery bed.
She put Emily back on the big bed and smiled at me.
"She's going to be alright. She will need to stay her for a few days, though," the nurse said.
"Okay," I said.
"Are you hungry?"
I nodded.
"Come on, let's go get you some food."
I got out of the chair and the nurse grabbed my hand.
~*~*~*~*~
C2A4: not a very good beginning, but its okay. The first two chaps Are meant to explain who the two new cyborgs are. 002: yeah.and if ya have a problem with it, I'll- 004: shut up before I punch you! 002: yeah-wait! No way! 0010s: ignore the two idiots! C2A4: please review! Ice cream sundaes to reviewers and to 0010s, 002, and 004!