Pony: Alright. This should be a pretty long series. I only have a few chapters written, but I'll be posting once a week, starting this weekend. No promises on how long it will end up.
Poneh: -pouts- She refuses to let me help. So I'll do the disclaimer. She does NOT own the idea of CHERUB. She does, however, own EVERY character in this story!
Pony: Oh yes. Before you get confused, this is set AFTER the books. Far after, really. There will be mentions to Kerry and such but not yet. When they come, I DO NOT own them. Not in this chapter, but I will have flashbacks. Some taking entire chapters. If you're confused, send me a message. Any criticism I welcome. I'd love to know what everyone thinks.
Memories of A Girl
Looking out across the wide expanse, the lady watched as the children played and learned. Two hundred and sixty six in all.
From four years to seventeen.
"Dr. Sockham?" A woman stuck her head into the spacious office.
"Yes?" Dr. Sockham's voice was bored and she didn't turn from the window.
"We…we have information from Corey's group in Canada. You are needed at once."
Jumping up, Mrs. Sockham followed the white clad woman down the hall.
"What's wrong, Angie?" Dr. Sockham asked. They were now nearly running down the hall.
"We warned them. Told them to pay special attention. It should have been routine. We've done this so many times. But…"
She stopped outside a door. Punching in several numbers, the door swung open and they walked in.
"Dr. Sockham!" A doctor called, beckoning her to the still figure he was hovering over.
"What, Bud? Tell me it's no problem." She looked into the face of fifteen year old Maggie Hallway.
Maggie had been with CHERUB for ten years, abandoned by her family who were never found. Her features were Asian and
her skin a dark tan. She was small and sent on missions where she would be needed to get into tight spaces.
Now, as she lay on the bed, her normally beautiful black hair covered her face and was caked with mud and dirt. The lady
reached out it pushed it back, showing her face which had cuts on it every which way. Slowly, hoping against the odds, she felt
for a pulse. It fluttered lightly.
"She's alive, Cathy. But it was real touch and go for a while." He grinned slightly but soon his expression turned serious. "But
she isn't perfect. She never will be again. I tried, Cathy. She'll most likely never get her memory back. She'll still be as sharp
as a pin, but I'm not sure she'll be so agile. And she'll have sharp shots of pain. Beyond that, I can't promise anything. She was
really messed up. But she's alive. She's alive…" He whispered the words as if to convince himself.
"Oh God." Dr. Sockham said, hugging the girl gently. "Thank you Bud. I don't know if I would have let anything keep going
on if someone died. And please. I don't want anyone to know I came. They already think I'm an old softie. But I suppose I am
at heart…" She looked into the girls face again. Clearing her throat, she looked up, once again assuming a business tone. "Send
her on a normal schedule when you see fit."
Getting up, she walked into the conference room adjoining the operation table. Nodding to sandy haired Corey, she took a seat.
"I want the whole version of what happened. We as good as lost an agent. It had better have been hell."
Pony: Next chapter should be up this weekend unless I get zero reviews.