Ch.1 Kuina?
Disclaimer: I do not own Accceleracers.
KawaiiYamato: Yes, here is another story, ideas keep popping into my head these few days. I finally got my computer fixed also. Oh, before I forget, Kuina is pronounced KA-wee-Na. Enjoy, and read and review!
10 years ago
Markie cried out in pain as his back slammed into the wall hard. He dropped to the floor.
"What's wrong Wylde?" The purple haired man said in a sickly sweet voice. "Can't you get up? Here let me give you a hand!"
The strangers' fist slammed into the raven hair's face with a sickening crack. Crimson blood poured from Markie's broken nose and into his open mouth. The copper taste disgusted the boy, but for some reason he couldn't move, he couldn't make any attempt to stop the flow of crimson down his pale face. The older man stepped forward and dragged the boy to his feet.
"I need the perfect racer." He stated coldly, staring into Markie's terrified brown eyes, "and seeing as I can't have you. I'm going to make sure that no one else can." He held a sharp knife above the boy.
Markie's breath hitched in his throat as he waited for the final attack. But it never came. Instead the man was thrown across the ally way when something, a person pounced on him. Somehow Markie kept his balance and managed to stay standing as the man fought the 'thing' on the floor.
The stranger kicked it off him, now Markie could see that it was the cloaked racer from the world race. But what was the mysterious racer doing here; somehow it all seemed like fate. 'Fate' God if Sapphire heard that she'd laugh for sure.
The raven-haired racer was pulled from his thoughts as the fighting pair on the floor began to throw insults at each other.
"What's a sicko like you doing, picking on little kids, huh?" Markie's mysterious rescuer was apparently female. Her voice somehow seemed familiar.
"You should learn to mind your manners girl, unless you want that pretty little face of yours to be ripped off." The elderly attacker hissed. The girl's hood had slipped slightly, obviously allowing the assailant to see part of her face, without hesitation, she yanked the hood up again and charged.
While he tumbled to the ground, the cloaked girl jumped up and landed gracefully on her feet, her cloak swaying wildly. She was the picture of anger, her black cloak billowing around her, the hood overshadowing her face and her body in a fighting stance.
"I may be rude, but I have a heart." She growled as he pushed himself from the ground. The height difference was astonishing; he stood tall at around six foot, while the girl, who was smaller than she had appeared during their match stood closer to five foot.
"I have a heart." The guy sneered coldly. "It's just frozen!" With his last comment he crashed into the girl, knocking her into the wall. Grabbing his knife, which had been knocked away during the fight, he ran panting towards Markie.
He was about to stick Markie with the knife through the heart when he was hit on the back of the head with a metal pole. The purple haired man crumpled instantly, dropping the knife somewhere near Markie's feet.
The cloaked girl dropped the pole and it hit the ground with an echoed thud. Markie stared at the place where the man's head had been before looking at his rescuer.
"You saved my life…w-who are y-you?" He stuttered, he sounded weak, but it was better than being dead.
Her hooded head turned towards him, her face still in shadow. "Not now. We have to leave here quickly." She spoke clearly and quickly, her voice melodic and sweet as she grabbed the future Metal Maniac's arm and led him away from the alley.
The unlikely pair continued down the streets of Toronto, the cloaked girl striding onward dragging a for once, non-protesting Markie. Somehow he knew that he was safe with her, he also knew that to argue was not in his best interests. She had a commanding air about her; it probably had something to do with that cloak.
Finally, after walking, or in Markie's case virtually jogging for twenty minutes the girl dragged the 8-year-old into a deserted park. It was by this point pitch black apart from a street lamp that was shining brightly down on the two.
She turned to face the boy, her face still shrouded in darkness. "I know that you want questions answered, but the alley wasn't safe, I feel safer in the open, so go ahead. Ask your questions." She spoke kindly; her voice certainly did not match her blading style.
It was as though a switch was turned on in Markie. His usual arrogance pumping through his veins, "Who the hell are you?" He shot her a look between confusion, interest and a glare, or in other words the Wylde look.
He was sure he could feel the smirk coming from under the hood. "Let me show you." Yes, she was definitely smirking, he could hear it in her voice. Small, elegant pale hands reached out from the cloak and moved towards the hood. In a swift motion it was pushed back, revealing the last person Markie had expected.
"Kuina?" The boy whispered before he fainted.