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Unwanted child
Chapter II
First saving
The scenery changed into a meadow of purple orchids, smelling sweetly of jasmine.
Where on…
Raven's thought trailed off as the gray, murky clouds looked heavenly compatible, strange as it may seem to others, with the angelic blossoms.
"Azarath."
Whispered a monotonous female voice in her ear. Quick as a cat, she turned her head around and prepared her hands to seize the being.
But there was no one, nothing to grab hold of.
And just like a dream, the purple orchids disappeared with the soothing gray sky. Her eyes enlarged with astonishment and wonder and left her mouth gaping a bit.
"Who…what…where…"
She mumbled incoherently. The perverted driver kept on checking her out. After a few minutes of eyeing, he asked a rude, nasty question. That seemed more of a wish.
"Babe, wanna take me in that mouth of yours?"
He had a mischievous grin on and had parked by the seashore intentionally. Her mind quickly shifted back to being angst and edgy, as soon as he opened his filthy mouth.
Her head snapped to face him, eyes glaring already.
"Talk more shit and real shit will come out,"
She threatened and took a barely noticeable glimpse at the meter.
"I swear."
She breathed out. Eager to leave and find another cab that will take her to jump. She was somewhere in Gotham now. She had no idea why she even wanted to go here.
Idiot'
She thought. Raven heaved her bag out and threw him a crumpled $50. The meter only said $38 but she simply thought,
That ought to keep him from grabbing me.
She closed the door with so much force, she was almost afraid she tore it off.
"Hey!"
The driver squealed. The dick head gave her a malicious wink, which was so disgusting, she couldn't even throw up.
"Oh get up and look at yourself, man."
She spat fiercely at him.
"What an attitude. I like that. Come back here and-"
He said, but stammered when raven faced him the second time.
"You filthy mortal being,"
She labeled him in a hoarse and deep throaty voice.
"You fear me not?"
She asked when he was staring still at her.
Four demonic, red eyes shot him death glares that could compare to none.
"Oh-oh-m-my-g-god!"
He stammered and shrieked like a newborn infant. The sky darkened ominously, thunder mocked his screams. And raven loomed over him, a powerful dark aura surrounding her every fiber.
The man felt fear in its purest form.
Claws came from the sky instead of lightning and choked him.
"No! No! I-I-I made-"
He screamed but pondered a moment.
"Made my friend pregnant! I'm still gonna marry her!"
He pleaded for his release. Tears streaming down his shivering face.
Suddenly, something struck raven's head, her heart. And she froze, stunned by his phrase. A weird and somewhat painful feeling invaded her… and continued to ring in her head.
Pregnant
Pregnant
Pregnant
Pregnant
The leaner figure with ebony hair nuzzled the slender body with striking violet hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
"You looked great on stage. We didn't have to force you that much… Right?"
A soft female giggle.
The air surrounding them smelled strongly of whiskey.
A sharp pain shot through her.
"Aa!"
The man being scared and was hell-bent on hurting her. He yelled and shoved her hard and her limp body fell into the sea.
"That out to kill you! Witch!"
Damn. And I wasn't even near Jump City.
The seawater pounded on her flesh and kept her mouth from screaming.
No! No! I don't want to die! Not yet! I haven't found them yet! I haven't found myself yet!! No…
She wasn't moving anymore and was being dragged down by a force. Her eyes opened for the last time, she thought.
To her surprise, someone was there. She could vaguely see long hair floating all around. Long locks of raven hair
Hmmm… Raven…
Raven…
And she was unconscious.
He seized her hand and pulled her to the surface. The taxi driver was nowhere in sight and her bag was left untouched by the sand.
He carried her and grabbed her bag when he walked by.
Damn. Where am I going to take her?
The masked man paused a while and walked back into the darkness, like he always did.
Always in the shadows... Never in the light.
Like her.
He sighed as he stared at the unconscious teen in his arms. She looked like a siren, but they were only mythical creatures. It didn't seem enough.
"Uh.."
She moaned in pain. He swung the bag over his shoulder to free his hand. He pressed the back of his palm on her forehead. She was as hot as a boiling pot of water.
"Damn."
He walked quickly to his Harley, as not to cause her any more discomfort. She began shivering a few minutes. She opened her eyes halfway through and stared at him
It was greatly difficult to nudge her in front of him as he drove. Her head was rested on his upper right arm, her pale legs on his left arm.
"Who.."
She weakly asked.
He smiled,
"Nightwing,"
And said,
"Call me Nightwing."