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YAY! I'M BA-A-A-ACK...and REALLY sorry for the slow update...I was out brainstorming for a TOTALLY different story and got slowed up a bit...BUT THEN PEOPLE reviewed :D AND MY NEW CHAPTER fell OUT OF THE sky :D THANK YOU everyone WHO COMMENTED AND CRITIQUED! XD Also...weehoodle has granted me the enforcement of NINA! :D SO FOR ALL YOU evil READERS WHO UTTERLY refuse TO REVIEW NULL POISONS...FACE THE WRATH OF THIS KICKBUTT AND AWESOME NINJA OC!
FURTHERmore...Wilhelm Wigworthy, empressofthedead, weehoodle, RaisinCupcake, Bearbert, Sliverlynx13, Pottergirl3333, and Ocelot 2467 have my SINCEREST gratitude for...CLICKING...THE BUTTON...RIGHT...DOWN...at the bottom of this page :D ...WELL...ONTO CHAPTER one! :D *looks at review by Moth165...bangs head into floor* I am so stupid...that was an accident...
Chapter 1 - Breaking Chains and Binding Strings
A portly old woman with black, graying hair and kindly almond shaped eyes peeked over the entryway, "Alice?" She asked gently, "Are you ready? There is someone here to meet you" and the offending slab of timber opened inward.
Alice sat up hastily, bundling her complimentary, sterile white pillows aside and hurriedly flattening the wrinkles of her humble and muted gray garb. "Olá?" She questioned anxiously, scooting to the brim of her bristly sheeted mattress.
The door opened hardly wider to reveal an unfamiliar, middle-aged man with sunken olive eyes and wiry chestnut hair. He shot her a decidedly puzzled look and entered the room, "Hablas español?" He asked, stepping out in front of her.
Alice giggled quietly, switching into Spanish, "Que es portugués, señor," she illuminated brightly, "mi nombre es Alice...estás aquí para adoptarme?"
The man smiled, magic to the heart of the lonely child, "I am considering it…" he explained, "...my name is Jace Wolfer...can you tell me a little about yourself?"
Alice paused tersely, then uttered a tiny cough and sat up taller on the bed, "...I full name is Alice Leonor Blackwood and at nine years old…I talk ten...línguas...but do not speak good english...I am...athletic...and a nice person…" she drew in a shaky breath, "mamãe and papai are dead...are you adopting me?" She repeated.
"I don't know yet…" Jace softened, "you seem a talented and friendly enough person…"
Alice hooted shyly and tenderly fingered her cloudy woven skirt, "What do you do?" She asked after a short time of uncomfortable silence.
Jace looked her over briskly, anxiously clearing his throat, "I-I'm a comedian…" He explained, "I tell people funny stories to-to make them laugh…"
"Make me laugh!" Alice demanded happily.
Mortified, Jace sat still for a minute, then chuckled weakly, "What type of bird steals soap from a bathtub?" He questioned her.
The little girl screwed up her face in earnest concentration, muttering the few infrequent key words and offering tiny shakes of her pin straight hair when she decided on an incorrect, fugitive conclusion. She stayed in this condition for some time, before gasping and opening her twinkling blue eyes in joyous victory. "Eu tê-lo! Is a robber duck!" She exclaimed delightfully.
The small, miserable children downstairs peeked up at the wooden ceilings, curious as to the loud, jovial laughter rumbling from above.
Alice's laughing died down, and she sparkled with newfound desire and vitality, "I is right?" She inquired happily.
Jace shoveled a pale hand deep into the confines of his purple coat pocket and scooped out a shiny cube of pretty pink candy. He smiled, handing it to her clemently. "You deserve it..." He said, "...you were right"
Alice took the sweet gently, her eyes as round and bright as azurite crystals. Then she clutched it in a fist and thrust it into her jumper pouch. She grinned, "Like riddles?" She asked, "I have...one"
Jace nodded generously as she took a deep proclaiming breathe, "...poor people have...rich people need…if you eat this you die…so what it?" She asked.
The comedian chuckled, he knew the answer, but decided that the unfortunate child needed to be spoiled a dash, and so he replied, "I'm not much good at riddles...I only tell jokes...could you share the answer with me, please?"
Alice smiled greatly and twinkled in delight, "Is nothing!" she explained.
A quiet knock on the oaken door interrupted their late blooming companionship, and the kind and aging woman again looked in, "Mister Wolfer?" she asked evenly, "It is time to say goodbye now…" She slipped away, offering the two horribly sympathetic looks and keeping the exit open a thin crack to remind them both of her report.
Alice seemed to melt onto the scratchy pink bed covers, terribly scared of being so alone and abandoned again, "Vas a volver…no es así?" She asked feebly, tucking her head down like a gloomy injured lamb.
Jace rested a hand on her thin shoulder, "Sí" He murmured contentedly and stood up.
He walked outside, into the dusty, friendless halls, and shot her a last wan smile, before the girl's devilish red escape snapped shut, and she was gone again, with the crumbly radios and sunlit afternoons.
*BREAKLINE**BREAKLINE**BREAKLINE**BREAKLINE*
Everything was in dark, crystal coal-black edition. Distorted, spotty blotches of gray and rock mulberry clusters guttered in and out of her stony dream realm. A bland documentary speaker charmed a selection of garbled words around her deadened and feverish mind.
The world slowly came back into it's usual well defined and snappy perspective with a swirl of carnival soft cone colors. A blue painted knife pressed cold against her hot skin, and a hazy, uncertain fear washed over her.
The fantasy dampened. The knife steadily slid down to her arm, resting half an inch above the bend of her elbow. A match of chicken yellow disinfectant gloves lifted the deadly blade alarmingly, and jabbed it downwards, slicing through her gamey flesh and splintering the bone beneath with a sickening crack. Watery red gushed over her fingertips.
*BREAKLINE**BREAKLINE**BREAKLINE**BREAKLINE*
Alice was rattled out of sleep by a long, terrified scream of pain. It wasn't until a while greater when she clenched her jaw shut and licked her dry lips that she realized it was her who had been making the horrid sound. No child's hero came in the night to comfort her.
OH MY GOSH! Again, I am SO sorry for being a week late, I got caught up in schoolwork and extracurricular activities AND contracted a withering case of writer's-block! D: It was horrible! HERE are the translations:
1. Hello?
2. Are you speaking Spanish?
3. It's portuguese, sir…
4. My name is Alice...are you here to adopt me?
5….languages…
6. I have it!
7. You're coming back...right?
8. Yes
UHG! GOOGLE TRANSLATE! ...Ocelot 2467 gave me another site for translations...so next time I might use that…:D PLEASE review...AND CRITIQUE! Do not flame though...I beg of thee...XD ALSO check out "The Hairy Eyeball"...a Young Justice fanfiction me and weehoodle collabed on...XD
BYE and kindly tell me if I made the Joker much too soft (keep in mind that he has no idea who he is...the center he was at tried both reform basics AND brainwashing at the same time)...so...SEE YOU IN...a week? Two? XD HOPEFULLY a week...BYE!
