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"Oh my, that poor thing." a motherly Voice cut through the nothingness. "I wonder what he was doing, way out there?"
"I don't know, but he looks like he's been through hell and back." a gruffer Voice commented. "Did you see some of those scars? I don't even have scars like that."
"You think he was tortured?" asked a younger Voice.
"Now, Helen," the motherly Voice admonished. "don't say such things."
"Yes ma'am." the younger Voice, Helen, replied automatically. "But still, maybe he was camping and got lost?"
Lost? He wasn't lost...
"I highly doubt it, Helen." the gruff Voice from before. "We don't get campers like that around here. Terrains to dangerous."
"Oh." Helen sounded downcast.
"Why don't you take Helen home now, John." said the motherly Voice. "I'm sure that her parents want her back before it get's too cold out."
"Right," John murmured. "Come on Helen, lets go."
"Ok Uncle John!"
"I'll see you in a few hours, Joy." John again, was he leaving? "Call the church if you need anything."
"Of course."
Silence.
Then, fingers brushed lightly through his bangs. Soft, warm, caring...
"Poor baby." Joy sighed. "John was right, you do look like you've been through the mill. But that's alright I don't mind. It's so nice to have someone sleeping in that bed again though... I do wonder what you were doing way out there, all by yourself, child you nearly froze! Lucky for you John and the others found you when they did." she laughed.
"I guess it was a good thing that they didn't go out tree hunting a few days ago like they should have."
Pause.
"I wonder what your name is? I can't just sit here and talk to a nameless child now can I? My name is Joy by the way... But I guess that this really isn't the best time to make introductions, ha, ha..."
Lost...
The bustling sounds of the Voice
(JOY)
drifted in to the child. What was she doing? Better yet - where was he? What was he
doing here? what had happened? Where was Deathscythe? What had happened-
Joy bustled to and fro in the small but cozy kitchen. Pulling out the makings for a nice dinner, and some chicken broth just incase her 'guest' awoke. It wasn't everyday that some poor boy was found passed out right before Christmas, in the middle of a blizzard, in nothing but a jacket and jeans.
The motherly woman thought about the boy with long hair. He was almost abnormally skinny; though she wouldn't quite call it anorexic. He was fed, but had the looks of someone who'd known what it's like to starve for a good part of their life. Sighing as she turned away from the cupboard, she decided that when the boy woke up, the first thing she was going to do was give the child a great big hug.
Then scold him for not eating enough.
Authors Note: That's something my own grandma would do - well, the scolding part anyways. Not the hug. Lol.
>> Um... Yea- I'm sorry if chapters don't come out to quick.
I'm lazy.
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