Violet Sighted Love
Chapter 3
A/N: Ah, my first flame, I'm sooo proud! Some authors are annoyed by flames but I've been waiting for one. There should be some kind of right of passage you have to go through after being severely burned by such a lovely complainant. But I would like to defend myself. Kelsey Wilson, I would like you to know that Aurora is nine in her flashback, and although at first she seems very Mary-Sueish (I admit it), she does have faults; A terrible temper, is extremely conceited, and other things that will surface. I'm sorry that the first chapter was not enjoyable to you, but you've got a point! I'll try to lay off on the Disney-like scenarios. As to my other faithful reviewers, thank you! Special thanks to Johnathan G. and Crystaldolphin88, who inspired me to write this chapter.
Disclaimer: this is the sad, sad point in which I must say I don't own anything. Hmm, what do I own? Let's see, a few t-shirts, a small dog, and half a bottle of blackberry jam in my fridge! Other than that, all recognizable characters and plot-lines belong to Cornelia Funke, whose name I also covet.
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Scipio rushed through the streets of old Venice half-hazardly, bumping into fruit stands and old ladies out to do their shopping. Without stopping to help the most recent casualty of his recklessness up, he ran up the steps to Victor's apartment and office and burst through the door. Other than Lando and Paula, Victor's tortoises, the apartment held no one in it.
"Damn," Scipio cursed under his breath, the thought of going out again in the cold prodding him annoyingly in his mind.
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Prosper glanced up briefly at Riccio, he had been studying a small goose as it made its way across the canal. The question on where they were going to stay was a good one, but he had been hoping one of the others had an answer to it.
"Don't know. Maybe the place where you and Mosca used to live?" It was just a suggestion, and somehow Prosper knew it was no good.
"The owners tore it down in order to build a theater. Anywhere else?" Riccio looked expectantly at Prosper, whose face fell, not for the first time that day. Why did everyone always look at him? He wasn't the leader technically. Technically they didn't have a leader, but of course, since Scipio had left, Prosper had become some sort of pathetic substitute of a leader.
"We'll just have to look around in the Castello. If we're lucky, we'll find something." Prosper was tired. Ida had died in the night, at around three A.M., and it had been poor Hornet who had discovered her on her way to the bathroom. After calling the police and explaining the predicament, they had run away from the house, not wanting to be caught and put in an orphanage.
Prosper switched his eyes to Hornet. The ordeal had shaken her greatly, and her face was still an unusual pale color. "I know of a place," Her voice was rough and sounded unused. "It's in the Castello. Not a very pleasant place, but it will do." Hornet looked down at her feet. The place she was thinking about would never do. It was old and dusty, a place she had simply played in when she was young. The only way she still knew it existed was because she had run off the other day when Riccio insulted her. Hornet turned away from her friends and started off in the direction of the old warehouse, dimly aware of the fact that Prosper, Bo, and Riccio followed her.
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Aurora looked about at her surroundings, clutching the simple kerosene lamp in her numb hands. She had been searching for hours to find a place like this, and finally stumbled across it. It was a warehouse; large and empty except for a few burlap sacks and pieces of straw. The rafters were high and supported a sagging ceiling. There were rats everywhere, their holes burrowed deeply into the wall, and the sound of them scratching made Aurora's blood to run cold.
Aurora made her way over to the pile of old burlap, salvaging what she could of it to make a bed. There were few sacks that had no holes or rat droppings in them, but those that didn't Aurora took and stuffed with straw. She dragged her makeshift mattress over into a rodent-free corner, sat down, and opened the messenger bag that hung at her side. She pulled out two warm army blankets and added them to her nest. She then proceeded to take out a framed picture. Aurora glanced at it longingly. A small girl with deep, raven hair sat on the lap of a taller, prettier woman. The two were obviously related. Sitting at a metal table, tea spread before them, they both had broad grins stretching the lengths of their faces.
Aurora felt the tears well up in her eyes. The elder woman was dead. She was gone forever. The only person whoever loved Aurora had died. ' I. . . won't . . . cry . . . ,' Aurora paused deliberately in her head after each word, determined not to do the thing she feared. But soon it was too much for the seventeen-year-old, and the tears flowed freely down Aurora's cheeks. She curled herself into a little ball, pulled the blankets around her, and fell asleep, hugging the picture.
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Hornet led the way through the twisted streets to her childhood play area. As far as she remembered there was straw and some old potato sacks that would be decent bedding, and their coats wouldn't hurt any, and they still had the space heater hidden near the old Stella Palace Theater, and, and, and that was all. The only money they had was for their lunch at school; only enough to buy a pie. They'd have to start stealing again, and Hornet knew that Prosper would not at all agree to his little brother robbing innocent people of their spending money. Riccio would have to do all of the work, while the others ate it all up. Until they were eighteen they were doomed. The orphanage would be searching for them, so they couldn't get jobs, and how would they eat? Her thoughts ended pathetically on the final depressing note. She looked up and down the final alleyway and saw the deserted warehouse at the end of it.
"This way," She said dully. She moved between the tightly squashed buildings turning sideways to get by the piles of junk. She sat down on a particularly smashed up trash can and looked at Bo, Riccio, and finally Prosper in turn. "That's it. Just an old, broken-down warehouse. It's deserted and the only place I know of to stay in."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Prosper asked expectantly, trying to make the best out of the terrible situation.
"Okay, but I'm warning you, it might not be in the best of conditions."
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A/n: You didn't think I'd be mean enough to end it there, would you?
Prosper pushed open the door and entered the dusty old room first. Bo followed closely behind gripping Prosper's hand tightly. Riccio came after in close suit, and lastly was Hornet. They all looked around them at the cob-web ridden rafters. Rats and their remnants littered the floor, but scattered when the light from Hornet's lantern hit them. Another glowing sphere emanated from the corner, and scared them all. Prosper gestured to Hornet to snuff out the flame, and once she had done so, sneaked around the corner. There, basking in the light of a lantern, lay the sleeping body of the girl from the bridge, her fingers closed tightly around a small, pewter picture frame.
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A/n:
Ha ha ha ha! Don't you hate me!! I left you with a terrible cliffy, but oh well, eh? Anyways, I'd like to apologize to all of you uh.... three readers who had to wait so bloody long for a chapter! Oops. I had writer's block so it's technically not my fault, and there is also a terribly long story involving meatloaf and a lawn mower, but I'll leave that be for the minute.... Oh! And I have another story out! It's a very amusing comedy/parody on the Lord of the Rings, please check it out! And uh, this story might have the sudden urge to jump off of the cliff it's hanging on if I don't get some reviews. I'm not kidding, it's just crazy enough to do it!!
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Chapter 3
A/N: Ah, my first flame, I'm sooo proud! Some authors are annoyed by flames but I've been waiting for one. There should be some kind of right of passage you have to go through after being severely burned by such a lovely complainant. But I would like to defend myself. Kelsey Wilson, I would like you to know that Aurora is nine in her flashback, and although at first she seems very Mary-Sueish (I admit it), she does have faults; A terrible temper, is extremely conceited, and other things that will surface. I'm sorry that the first chapter was not enjoyable to you, but you've got a point! I'll try to lay off on the Disney-like scenarios. As to my other faithful reviewers, thank you! Special thanks to Johnathan G. and Crystaldolphin88, who inspired me to write this chapter.
Disclaimer: this is the sad, sad point in which I must say I don't own anything. Hmm, what do I own? Let's see, a few t-shirts, a small dog, and half a bottle of blackberry jam in my fridge! Other than that, all recognizable characters and plot-lines belong to Cornelia Funke, whose name I also covet.
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Scipio rushed through the streets of old Venice half-hazardly, bumping into fruit stands and old ladies out to do their shopping. Without stopping to help the most recent casualty of his recklessness up, he ran up the steps to Victor's apartment and office and burst through the door. Other than Lando and Paula, Victor's tortoises, the apartment held no one in it.
"Damn," Scipio cursed under his breath, the thought of going out again in the cold prodding him annoyingly in his mind.
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Prosper glanced up briefly at Riccio, he had been studying a small goose as it made its way across the canal. The question on where they were going to stay was a good one, but he had been hoping one of the others had an answer to it.
"Don't know. Maybe the place where you and Mosca used to live?" It was just a suggestion, and somehow Prosper knew it was no good.
"The owners tore it down in order to build a theater. Anywhere else?" Riccio looked expectantly at Prosper, whose face fell, not for the first time that day. Why did everyone always look at him? He wasn't the leader technically. Technically they didn't have a leader, but of course, since Scipio had left, Prosper had become some sort of pathetic substitute of a leader.
"We'll just have to look around in the Castello. If we're lucky, we'll find something." Prosper was tired. Ida had died in the night, at around three A.M., and it had been poor Hornet who had discovered her on her way to the bathroom. After calling the police and explaining the predicament, they had run away from the house, not wanting to be caught and put in an orphanage.
Prosper switched his eyes to Hornet. The ordeal had shaken her greatly, and her face was still an unusual pale color. "I know of a place," Her voice was rough and sounded unused. "It's in the Castello. Not a very pleasant place, but it will do." Hornet looked down at her feet. The place she was thinking about would never do. It was old and dusty, a place she had simply played in when she was young. The only way she still knew it existed was because she had run off the other day when Riccio insulted her. Hornet turned away from her friends and started off in the direction of the old warehouse, dimly aware of the fact that Prosper, Bo, and Riccio followed her.
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Aurora looked about at her surroundings, clutching the simple kerosene lamp in her numb hands. She had been searching for hours to find a place like this, and finally stumbled across it. It was a warehouse; large and empty except for a few burlap sacks and pieces of straw. The rafters were high and supported a sagging ceiling. There were rats everywhere, their holes burrowed deeply into the wall, and the sound of them scratching made Aurora's blood to run cold.
Aurora made her way over to the pile of old burlap, salvaging what she could of it to make a bed. There were few sacks that had no holes or rat droppings in them, but those that didn't Aurora took and stuffed with straw. She dragged her makeshift mattress over into a rodent-free corner, sat down, and opened the messenger bag that hung at her side. She pulled out two warm army blankets and added them to her nest. She then proceeded to take out a framed picture. Aurora glanced at it longingly. A small girl with deep, raven hair sat on the lap of a taller, prettier woman. The two were obviously related. Sitting at a metal table, tea spread before them, they both had broad grins stretching the lengths of their faces.
Aurora felt the tears well up in her eyes. The elder woman was dead. She was gone forever. The only person whoever loved Aurora had died. ' I. . . won't . . . cry . . . ,' Aurora paused deliberately in her head after each word, determined not to do the thing she feared. But soon it was too much for the seventeen-year-old, and the tears flowed freely down Aurora's cheeks. She curled herself into a little ball, pulled the blankets around her, and fell asleep, hugging the picture.
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Hornet led the way through the twisted streets to her childhood play area. As far as she remembered there was straw and some old potato sacks that would be decent bedding, and their coats wouldn't hurt any, and they still had the space heater hidden near the old Stella Palace Theater, and, and, and that was all. The only money they had was for their lunch at school; only enough to buy a pie. They'd have to start stealing again, and Hornet knew that Prosper would not at all agree to his little brother robbing innocent people of their spending money. Riccio would have to do all of the work, while the others ate it all up. Until they were eighteen they were doomed. The orphanage would be searching for them, so they couldn't get jobs, and how would they eat? Her thoughts ended pathetically on the final depressing note. She looked up and down the final alleyway and saw the deserted warehouse at the end of it.
"This way," She said dully. She moved between the tightly squashed buildings turning sideways to get by the piles of junk. She sat down on a particularly smashed up trash can and looked at Bo, Riccio, and finally Prosper in turn. "That's it. Just an old, broken-down warehouse. It's deserted and the only place I know of to stay in."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Prosper asked expectantly, trying to make the best out of the terrible situation.
"Okay, but I'm warning you, it might not be in the best of conditions."
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A/n: You didn't think I'd be mean enough to end it there, would you?
Prosper pushed open the door and entered the dusty old room first. Bo followed closely behind gripping Prosper's hand tightly. Riccio came after in close suit, and lastly was Hornet. They all looked around them at the cob-web ridden rafters. Rats and their remnants littered the floor, but scattered when the light from Hornet's lantern hit them. Another glowing sphere emanated from the corner, and scared them all. Prosper gestured to Hornet to snuff out the flame, and once she had done so, sneaked around the corner. There, basking in the light of a lantern, lay the sleeping body of the girl from the bridge, her fingers closed tightly around a small, pewter picture frame.
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A/n:
Ha ha ha ha! Don't you hate me!! I left you with a terrible cliffy, but oh well, eh? Anyways, I'd like to apologize to all of you uh.... three readers who had to wait so bloody long for a chapter! Oops. I had writer's block so it's technically not my fault, and there is also a terribly long story involving meatloaf and a lawn mower, but I'll leave that be for the minute.... Oh! And I have another story out! It's a very amusing comedy/parody on the Lord of the Rings, please check it out! And uh, this story might have the sudden urge to jump off of the cliff it's hanging on if I don't get some reviews. I'm not kidding, it's just crazy enough to do it!!
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