Chapter eight
I don't own gargoyles or blue seed.
"I'm so sorry," said Melvyn as he cried into her shoulder. "I should have listen to you to and gone the longer way."
"It's okay Melvyn," said Gmx. "I don't think the wound is that deep."
"Maybe I better check it." said Melvyn cautiously. "this might hurt I have to turn you around to look at the wound." Melvyn just cried as he look at her wounded back.
Her yellow shirt was soaked in blood. Her back was full of dried blood. From the looks of the wound the bleeding had stopped. Slowly he began to take off her shirt to look at the wound. Every time he took a little piece of the shirt off his sister would shiver and clutch her fist from the pain. Her blood had stopped running and was now attached to her yellow shirt like a huge bandage. Finally the shirt was off and the wound was indeed not deep. This was strange because the wound looked more like a little deep cut you could get from cut your finger on the knife. Melvyn then put the shirt back on Gmx so as not to aggravate the wound anymore.
"Is it real bad Melvyn?" asked Gmx getting help from her brother to get up off from the ground clenching her teeth.
"No it's barely a cat scratch." he said sounding surprised.
"That's weird." said Gmx. " I think we better get back to our home right now. It's been a long night."
Melvyn gave her his coat and just nodded his head in agreement and helped her walk all the way home. They both were soon home and walking up the steps when they saw two cops trying to get past them. Melvyn let them past as he tried to hold onto his sister who was still a little weak from the wound but was doing much better. When they reached the 3rd floor they were shocked with what they saw. Police men and woman were at their apartment searching their home.
"I think we better go." said Melvyn to Gmx. Slowly the two went back down the stairs and onto the street hoping to find someone who could help them or at least give them a place to stay the night.
"I guess this will just have to do." said Melvyn as he got Gmx a sleeping bag from the homeless shelter. They both then went to sleep trying to rid the memories of all that happened at night. They both slept through the rest of the night. In the morning both of them woke up and got a bowl of chicken soup from the homeless shelter.
"You want to try and get to the library today?" asked Melvyn trying to start a conversation.
"Yes of course I do." said Gmx. After eating there breakfast they both went to the library to look up information on the Kushinada Legend. They reached the library the safe way and were soon typing in information to figure out what their destiny is. They looked up information for five hours until Melvyn wanted to leave.
"Come on Gmx we've been here all day with no new information except that the Kushinada legend is that a legend and nothing more." said Melvyn "Maybe mom and dad were trying to express a deeper meaning with us?"
"But there has to be a way to find out more information on this Kushinada legend." said Gmx staring at her brother.
"Well, okay how about you try this site." said Melvyn pointing an internet site that had strange symbols. Gmx clicked on the site as strange Japanese symbols appeared.
"Okay, then" said Gmx looking at the weird site. "Lets just go." Gmx and Melvyn then got their stuff and left the library walking out into the street.
"Gmx," said Melvyn whispering softly "You better button up the jacket so no one will see you in the blooded shirt."
"Oh okay." said Gmx taking her brother's blue coat from him and buttoning the coat all the way up to the collar to cover her shirt.
Melvyn had gotten this coat from the homeless shelter. Gmx had gotten a pair of blue jeans and a skirt. The homeless shelter had run out of shirts so Gmx still had to wear her blooded shirt. It had been hard for Melvyn and Gmx to live in the shelter because they both looked too young to be an adult. If they were ever asked how old they were Melvyn would say that he was eighteen and that Gmx was nineteen. They had spent the worst night of their life's sleeping in the open street. One thing was determined they would never give up hope. Whatever happened to them now they didn't want to be separated by an orphanage or foster parents.
Walking down the street they both stopped and looked into the electronics department with the televisions. The news was about to come on in five minutes. When the news did come on though it showed the accident that had happened last night. It was Melvyn's and Gmx's car they showed that had crashed into the lamppost. Both of them left before they could hear the whole story. Slowly walking down the street Melvyn held onto his sister as she began to shake. He knew she couldn't take the death of his and her parents so easily. He could barely handle it himself but he had to be strong for his sister. He hated it when she cried but he couldn't make her happy because the only thing that would make her happy was to see their parents again.
"Come on Gmx." said Melvyn as they headed for the shelter to get their dinner. Gmx just nodded her head and followed him as small tears fell down her checks. Finally they had reached the shelter and were eating hot soup.
"Gmx I know it was hard for you to see that on the news, but" said Melvyn sadly.
"I know Melvyn it's just so hard and different to live without them." Gmx said sadly playing with her soup as a distraction.
"Come on Gmx let's get our blankets and get a good night's sleep." said Melvyn comfortingly while holding Gmx in his arms. When they both had gotten their sleeping bags they went to the sleeping area. The bully's from school came from around the corner looking for trouble and snickering at Melvyn and Gmx.
"Well, well look who it is guys." said the leader of the punks. He was wearing all black today and chains hanging down on his pants. He still had his scorpion tattoo on his left arm. His other two bully buddies were dressed in black too and had messy hair and earrings all over their body.
"What do you want punk?" said Melvyn as he was getting very heated already dropping the sleeping bag down on the ground.
"You know what I want Melvyn. I want your sister as my mate unless that's a problem." said the leader of the punk putting on a perverted smile at Gmx.
"Hell if I'll let that happen jack." said Melvyn fuming his anger and clinching his fist.
"You want to do it the hard way fine." said the leader. Without hesitation his two buddies grabbed him and began to beat him up as the leader edged slowly to Gmx.
"Come on Gmx you know you want it." said the leader as the sun began to go down.
"Leave me alone." said Gmx scared as her breathing became hard to control and sweat began to form on her brow.
"Ohh come on just let me have a little taste." said the leader trapping Gmx in a corner trying to kiss her with his rotten mouth. Gmx then couldn't control onto her breathing any longer and fell to the ground clutching her hands as a pain spread all through her body.
"Aww is little Miss Perfect scared". said the bully in a evil cooing voice.
The leader then jumped back as he watched Gmx transform. Gmx lost her white skin color as it began to change to a red-peach color. She felt her clothes rip as two huge wings and a tail ripped out of her body causing her to scream at a high pitch. Her hands and feet then changed to claws and she then felt a pierce in her tongue, and tasted the cold copper blood as two small fangs were now visible in her mouth.
The leader shocked at what he had seen happened moved back toward his buddies and told them to fight her and not Melvyn. Looking up at Gmx who was now at least six and a half feet tall the buddies tried to hurt Gmx but couldn't even make a move on her. Gmx was much to fast for them now in her new body. She swayed left and right missing their blows. Gmx then got courage and punched both of them back fifteen feet. Now that she knew she could fight she looked at the leader as her eyes became a fiery red as a low growl began to come from her mouth. The leader just looked up at her and wet his pants and took off running in the distance leaving his buddies n the dust.
Feeling better Gmx went over to her brother and wiped his hair out of his face. Melvyn's face was now torn up he had two black eyes and cuts all over his face by the punks beating him up. Melvyn slowly opened his foggy eyes and stared at Gmx with horror.