Chapter two, meeting you for the first time
9:08 am Sunday June 7th
Sunlight gently touched the burning scratches on Storm's arms arousing her from a troubled sleep.
Where the hell am I…? It had been a long night and the occurrences slowly came back to her like the lifting of a fog. The shrill of a bird high above her head startled her.
This doesn't seem right… Why am I still here? Could last night have possibly been reality? The screaming of her skin reminded her. Standing, Storm began to wander about, trying to find a way out of the unfamiliar woods surrounding her.
Trunks stared up at the ceiling; he'd been awake since 12:00 and couldn't get back to sleep. The scream, he thought, sounded as if it came from the woods in the east. Is that an enemy out there? The power level certainly seems strong enough but…It was a... a girl, wasn't it? Trunks got up, intending to investigate. The floor creaked under his weight as he made his way towards the door.
The smell of breakfast caused him to stop. "Mom?" he called tentatively. The sight of his father, Vegeta, in an apron startled him.
"Hi son…" Vegeta blushed "…I'm making… breakfast… Do you-" Trunks dashed out the door
"Wow… That was creepy…" The morning dew had already disappeared and the sunset faded. Trunks stepped towards the forest following the power level. The scenery immediately changed from a cheery morning to strange and threatening woodland. The person, or whatever it was, was not far from his home and steadily coming closer.
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Storm froze as she heard a twig snap. Someone was approaching her. Her eyes darted around wildly looking for the source of the noise. It better not be that bastard who killed my parents. The next time I see him, he's dead! The trees held their breath as another footstep sounded behind her.
Trunks drew his sword; the thing's anger level was rising along with its power. He heard a twig snap in front of him. His neck hairs stood on end as a figure emerged from the trees.
Storm was just as astonished as Trunks, he was not nearly as frightened as she seeing as he was brandishing a sword and she was not.
"Who are you?" sheathing his sword, Trunks broke the surprised silence. Dear God! Have I gone insane? This is the source of the strange power?
"What does it matter to you? I mean not to fight, just as long as you mean the same." Storm measured her words carefully and played with them on her tongue.
"I mean you no harm, my name is Trunks. What is your name?"
"Storm. I don't know where I am… I'm so tired…" She whispered the last three words and wrapped her arms around her body.
"Follow me; my house is not far off from here. My dad is making food…" He was trying hard to be friendly, and Storm knew that, her dark attitude was making it very difficult. She accepted his invitation as he led the way out. The silence was very uncomfortable, Storm rubbed her scarred arms – he noted this.
"So… What happened to your arms?" her cold stare silenced him and they continued on. The house came in to sight and the smell of breakfast playfully tickled their noses as they stepped into the door. Vegeta was still in an apron – eating as fast as he could. The two broke their fast in silence as Bulma, Trunks' mother, came in.
"So who is this?" her cheery disposition startled Storm, although she showed no sign of it. She said nothing in return. Trunks, sensing her awkwardness, spoke instead, explaining her presence. Storms hair covered her face as she stared into her lap.
"So, I guess you need a place to stay? We have a room for you if you'd like." Not wanting to be rude, Storm nodded and allowed Bulma to show her a room. Vegeta and Trunks stayed behind.
"That is so odd… The power level is different, almost inhuman." Vegeta observed.
Trunks nodded. "She has so many scars on her arms…" His eyes were far away.
I tried to kill my pain,
But only brought more,
I lay dying,
And I'm pouring,
Crimson regret,
And betrayal.
Evanescence: Tourniquet
A/N I wanted to try something new… Add snit bits of songs in my fic. … That is legal… right? Anyway, how did you like the part with Vegeta in the apron? I thought it was kind of funny… Strange, but funny. Please Review!
