"Once again I'm going to state that I don't own any of the Outlaw Star characters. But Analise and Tony are mine. (The world is a cruel place )
Chapter Two
Jean woke up with his head throbbing in pain. "I've got to remember not to chug ever clear." Jean mumbled. He'd always had a high tolerance for alcohol but he paid for it in the morning every time. Jean rubbed his tired eyes. They felt like they were trying to jump right out of his head. Where the hell am I?
The room smelled heavily of rich rose incense. Where was he? The couch he was lying on was made of a soft, smooth silk. A hearty fired cackled in the fireplace painting the limestone floor with a kindly yellow light. Jean sat up and looked around the room. It seemed to be just an elegant living room dawned with a black limestone floor and silk furniture.
"Where am I? Is this some kind of palace or something?" Jean stood up on shaky legs and wobbled his way around the room. The walls were so bare. It was like the person, whoever they were, didn't want any reminder of the outside world. No photos. No paintings. Nothing.
The floor was ice cold where the fingers of the fire had failed to touch it. Jean looked back and the couch he'd been lying on. He was so tempted to just lye back down and stay that way. But he needed to get back to Jim. There was only one door and it had a stained glass window in it so Jean guessed that that was the front door. As he crept towards it trying as hard as he could not to make a sound his eye's bolted back and forth watching for any sign of life. When his long fingers coiled around the golden knob he heard someone behind him.
"You might not want to go anywhere right now." Jean turned around to see the small boy that had been with his mother in the shop. Jean smiled and carefully stepped back from the door. "Why not, kid?" he muttered through gritted teeth. The kid giggled and pointed at Jean while looking at him up and down. Jean cocked his eyebrow and looked at himself. He was in nothing but his boxers!
Jean yelped and sat on the floor wrapping his arms tightly around his legs. "Dammit. Where're my clothes, kid." The boy giggled, "The name's Tony. And mom's washing them. We found you in the gutter outside the bar and mom figured we'd bring you back here and clean you up." Jean was blushing furiously. This was some woman.
Jean looked at Tony and examined his face. His eyes were a vivid green and were opened wide with curiosity. His messy orange-red hair reminded Jean of his own and his scrawny frame seemed about four sized to small for the clothes he was wearing. "Hey, Tony. Who is your mom anyways?" Jean asked begging to get the conversation going.
"She's my mom. I don't know here name. I just know she's mom. Who are you?" Tony asked as he dropped to his butt on the hard floor. Jean suppressed a laugh and tried to keep his tone calm and kindly. "The name's Jean." Tony smiled. His front tooth was missing so a broad gap filled the front of his mouth making him look like one of those ancient NHL players you hear about in history books. "What happed to yer tooth, man?" Jean asked trying once again not to laugh at the goofy appearance that was Tony.
"I got it knocked out in a fight with some outlaws. They thought they was real tough but I showed 'em. I punched 'em like this," Tony jabbed at the air with a shaky left fist, "then like this," he jabbed with his right, "then I turned around and nailed 'em in the crotch like this!" Tony swung his foot in the air. His shoe flew off and ht Jean in the eye. "OW!" Jean yelled while rubbing his sore left eye.
Tony had a look of extreme look of guilt and worry on his tiny freckled face. "What you worried about, little man?" Jean asked smiling, "It was an accident. No big deal"
"He's afraid I'll find out and he'll be punished." A calm voice giggled from the corner of the room. Jean looked up and saw the tall thin red-haired woman that had been in his shop only a few hours before. He was stunned by her perfect, slender hourglass figure. Her hair was pulled back so her bright face was visible. Her enchanting green eyes shone like emeralds. And a playful smile played on her smooth pink lips. "Oh my God. Analise?" The words tumbled out of Jeans mouth. Her reply was nothing more than a slight nod.
sooooooooo sorry I haven't updated in so long. It took a while cause I've been really busy. I promise that I'll get the next on out sooner. Please review thnx!
