My first attempt at publishing a fic. Yayness.
Anyhow flames are welcomed, but be nice. If the format sucks. Well, cos I haven¡¯t got the hang of it yet. Sorry. -.-;
New Note: I modified the format a bit now. Use encoding Chinese Simplified (GB2312) to make the punctuation work
All characters, concepts, mech designs, blueprints, superpowers, uber cool lines, fashion trends, weapons¡ yada yada, belong to their respective owners. I only own the storyline and OC, though I haven¡¯t got round to really naming him¡ but he isn¡¯t really that original.
stares from a gothic looking young man. Oh wait, hordes of gothic looking young men¡
Umm¡ whoops¡
=Prologue=
A woman stands at the doorway of her house as a sleek black car pulls into the driveway. The door opens and out steps a man clad in a black suit, followed by a boy barely in his teens. Another black clad man steps out of the driver¡¯s seat. On either sides, the men guided the boy to the doorway where the woman stood.
¡°We¡¯ll leave him to you now.¡±
She nodded, and the two black suited figures went back to the car. Rearing it out of the driveway, the car purred down the road as the young boy stood in front of the woman, head bowed and hands placed in front of him, clutching a black box. A breeze blew, causing his black hair to waver. She stepped aside.
¡°Well, come in then.¡±
The boy looked up as the woman smiled, his blood red eyes sparkling as they met violet ones.
¡°This is your home now.¡±
¡°Yes, ma¡¯am.¡±
The woman shook a reprimanding finger.
¡°Uh-uh¡ from now on I¡¯m your mother.¡±
¡°But¡¡±
The woman placed her finger over his mouth. Drawing her face nearer, her long chestnut brown hair also began to waver in the breeze.
¡°Hush. God gave me a second chance at being a mother. God gave me you. Will you just pity me, please?¡±
The boy blinked as the woman straightened herself. Hesitantly he took a step into the house, then pulled his other feet in as well. Slowly the ends of his mouth arched upwards. His expression relaxed as he smiled softly.
¡°I¡¯m home¡ mom.¡±
¡°Welcome home. Run along now and wash up. Your room¡¯s up the stairs and down the hallway.¡±
¡°Okay.¡±
The woman watched as the boy walked down the hall towards the stairs. She closed the door and leaned against it. Closing her eyes and looking down, a sad smile appeared on her face.
¡°He really doesn¡¯t know anything but how to fight. I should be the one to pity him, not the other way round, but it¡¯s better this way, I think. At least¡¡±
The woman opened her eyes and looked up.
¡°¡he still knows how to smile.¡±