Proof of love and a father's gift: Nicky.
A tale of Stun Gun Millie Thompson
By Phantom Crossing
Prolouge-
"Welcome, Can I get you something?" the bar keep greeted the shadowy figure standing in the door way.
The figure was shadowed by the lack of light. It was raining, as uncommon as it was, and a hefty storm at that. The barkeep figured the traveller got caught in the storm and needed a place to dry their bones and quench their thirst.
Before coming in, the tall and imposing figure seemed to shake its head before responding. This revealed long and flowing hair that was now dripping wet. When the vagabond entered into the full light, she wore a long light tan cloak over what looked like a normal business suite for a woman of office profession. Her light auburn hair seemed heavy and darkened with water. Light green eyes that spoke of love and loss, pain and joy, and a face with the expression of an angel; innocent and child like.
As she walked in, the bar keep couldne't see the small figure trailing close behind her, clutching the end of the back of her cloak just to keep near.
"I'm not sure, give me a minute to decide," she said smiling.
Her voice was the same as it had always been, of high and cheerful pitch. As always she smiled when she spoke, and the way she moved expressed that she was strong and confident.
"Well take your time miss, I don't think anyone'll be going any where for a while," the barkeep motioned to the storm as a bolt of lightning flared.
"Hmmm..." she raised her left hand and index finger and smiled wide as she spok, "I'll have a glass of whiskey and a big glass of milk!"
Her exclamation caught on or two people in the bar by surprise. Those seated at the bar who could see behind her understood why she ordered the milk, just as those seated playing cards at the tables. The barkeep still had not seen the small figure.
"Coming right up missy, I guess a grown girl like yourself needs to keep strong bones," the barkeep chuckled pouring the whiskey.
The woman got an annoyed look on her face and sighed. A tug came onto her coat. She reached her arm behind herself.
"I agree growing girls need plenty of milk, but I'm not the growing girl," she seemed to struggle a bit with whatever she was reaching for, "Come on, don't be shy and sit next to mommy,"
She put her palm gently against the child's shoulder and led her over to the stool next to her's. Turning slightly she hefted the child up and onto the seat. Her black hiar seemed to glisten as it was still wet, her eyes were blue and had a timid look about them. Her dark blue coat was fastened tight hiding whatever she wore beneath. She seemed about six years old.
"Oh, sorry," the bar keep laughed, "I didn't see the kid,"
He saw she was slightly shaking. Probably from the rains. It had been a good while between the start of the strom and the time they had walked in. He sighed and reached beneath the counter and pulled out a small bottle of milk. Setting it before the child he smiled.
"On the house kid, and besides. A glass of milk would have left this two thirds empty anyway," he laughed before sliding the whiskey to the mother.
The child's eyes lit up. Taking on the exuberance and excitement frequently seen in her mother. Looking up at the barkeep she shook her head quickly and happily.
"She says thank you," the woman chimed sipping her whiskey.
"Doesn't speak much?" the barkeep inquired.
"She's never said a word," the woman's tone was matter 'o' factly.
"Hmph," the Barkeep shrugged his shoulders, "So, you two have names?"
"My name's Millie, Millie Thompson," and then she looked to the child who smiled at her brightly and warmly, "And this lil' cutie is my Nicky,"
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Authors Notes and ramblings.
So, what'cha think.
Review it, flame it, or do whatever you want with it. I plan on adding more chapters but that depends on feedback.
Do you like where it is going and what it implies thus far? Well? TELL ME PITIFUL MORTALS!!!!!
(a small figure walks up besides phantom crossing)
"Uh sir....your a mortal as well,"
Silence minion! They wouldn't have if you didn't tell them!
"My appologies my liege"
Thats more like it...
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
-feeling evil....poser supervillain-
A tale of Stun Gun Millie Thompson
By Phantom Crossing
Prolouge-
"Welcome, Can I get you something?" the bar keep greeted the shadowy figure standing in the door way.
The figure was shadowed by the lack of light. It was raining, as uncommon as it was, and a hefty storm at that. The barkeep figured the traveller got caught in the storm and needed a place to dry their bones and quench their thirst.
Before coming in, the tall and imposing figure seemed to shake its head before responding. This revealed long and flowing hair that was now dripping wet. When the vagabond entered into the full light, she wore a long light tan cloak over what looked like a normal business suite for a woman of office profession. Her light auburn hair seemed heavy and darkened with water. Light green eyes that spoke of love and loss, pain and joy, and a face with the expression of an angel; innocent and child like.
As she walked in, the bar keep couldne't see the small figure trailing close behind her, clutching the end of the back of her cloak just to keep near.
"I'm not sure, give me a minute to decide," she said smiling.
Her voice was the same as it had always been, of high and cheerful pitch. As always she smiled when she spoke, and the way she moved expressed that she was strong and confident.
"Well take your time miss, I don't think anyone'll be going any where for a while," the barkeep motioned to the storm as a bolt of lightning flared.
"Hmmm..." she raised her left hand and index finger and smiled wide as she spok, "I'll have a glass of whiskey and a big glass of milk!"
Her exclamation caught on or two people in the bar by surprise. Those seated at the bar who could see behind her understood why she ordered the milk, just as those seated playing cards at the tables. The barkeep still had not seen the small figure.
"Coming right up missy, I guess a grown girl like yourself needs to keep strong bones," the barkeep chuckled pouring the whiskey.
The woman got an annoyed look on her face and sighed. A tug came onto her coat. She reached her arm behind herself.
"I agree growing girls need plenty of milk, but I'm not the growing girl," she seemed to struggle a bit with whatever she was reaching for, "Come on, don't be shy and sit next to mommy,"
She put her palm gently against the child's shoulder and led her over to the stool next to her's. Turning slightly she hefted the child up and onto the seat. Her black hiar seemed to glisten as it was still wet, her eyes were blue and had a timid look about them. Her dark blue coat was fastened tight hiding whatever she wore beneath. She seemed about six years old.
"Oh, sorry," the bar keep laughed, "I didn't see the kid,"
He saw she was slightly shaking. Probably from the rains. It had been a good while between the start of the strom and the time they had walked in. He sighed and reached beneath the counter and pulled out a small bottle of milk. Setting it before the child he smiled.
"On the house kid, and besides. A glass of milk would have left this two thirds empty anyway," he laughed before sliding the whiskey to the mother.
The child's eyes lit up. Taking on the exuberance and excitement frequently seen in her mother. Looking up at the barkeep she shook her head quickly and happily.
"She says thank you," the woman chimed sipping her whiskey.
"Doesn't speak much?" the barkeep inquired.
"She's never said a word," the woman's tone was matter 'o' factly.
"Hmph," the Barkeep shrugged his shoulders, "So, you two have names?"
"My name's Millie, Millie Thompson," and then she looked to the child who smiled at her brightly and warmly, "And this lil' cutie is my Nicky,"
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Authors Notes and ramblings.
So, what'cha think.
Review it, flame it, or do whatever you want with it. I plan on adding more chapters but that depends on feedback.
Do you like where it is going and what it implies thus far? Well? TELL ME PITIFUL MORTALS!!!!!
(a small figure walks up besides phantom crossing)
"Uh sir....your a mortal as well,"
Silence minion! They wouldn't have if you didn't tell them!
"My appologies my liege"
Thats more like it...
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
-feeling evil....poser supervillain-