Disclaimers are always fun! I do not own El Cazador De La Bruja, Funimation, Bee Train, or the most adorable pair in the universe, Nadie and Ellis. Nor do I own any of the other amazing characters. 3 I OWN NOOOOTHING!

Kachie Says:

So I had this chapter in mind as soon as I began to plot the 4th one. There is still so much I need to accomplish before this is over, do not be surprised if I end up with more then 10 chapters. But I will try my best to keep this interesting!

Nadie is Narrating.

A Thing of the Past

Chapter 5

"Nadie hang in there, kid." Lita said as they rushed to the hospital in her truck. She sped down the road, with Nadie slumped in the passenger seat. She was bleeding badly, and Lita tried her best to keep pressure on the gunshot wound as she drove with her other hand.

Nadie panted heavily in her injured state. She had regained some form of consciousness, if you could call it that, on their way to the hospital. Though it was a state of confusion, perhaps shock. She groaned under her breathe as she was too weak to do much else. Lita cursed as she turned a corner and pulled into the emergency entrance to the hospital.

She screeched to a stop as she quickly climbed out of the truck. She quickly ran to the other side of the vehicle as she threw open the door, scooping up the bleeding girl in her arms. Her own arm was injured and bleeding pretty good, going numb, but she fought against it. Nadie's injury was much worse, and if she didn't act quickly the young girl could very well die.

Nadie's eyes, half lidded, could only make out dark blurs. Lights above her head passed by as she felt her body get dropped onto a stretcher. "We need to get her into surgery stat!" some woman hollered. Though Nadie barely heard it, like a feint echo of the past.

Her body tingled, as she began to feel numb. Yet her injury ached fiercely and it was the only thing keeping her focused on the land of the living. "You'll be ok Nadie!" Lita called after her as she was rushed behind double doors. She felt a foreign object cover her face, from her nose to chin. But only barely.

She grunted in pain once more before she again lost consciousness.

Slowly soft blue eyes began to pry themselves open. Dazed, and sedated Nadie felt nothing around her. Numb as her eyes slowly moved to look around her. She was heavily medicated and at first she didn't understand the world around her.

Am I... dead..? She wondered as she tried to sit up but her body refused to move. She gave up after a few tries and just lied there before she looked up at the ceiling. She finally began to remember the events leading up to this point. She looked down at herself, covered in hospital garb and a blanket.

"Oh good, you're awake." came Lita's voice. Was that a hint of relief? Nadie slowly turned her head to see the older woman as she grunted. Her whole body ached, like she had been ran over by a tank. Close enough anyways. "They fixed you up pretty good, but you need some rest. I'll be back in the morning." Lita said as she got to her feet.

Nadie had no strength to say or do anything as her eyes began to close again. She felt so sleepy, and she wasn't about to fight it off. Sleep was bliss sometimes, and right now Nadie wanted a bit of that bliss.

Noon rolled around fast. Nadie was much more mobile today. Though she hadn't said much. Lita had stopped by to see how she was doing. After about 30 minutes of a silent treatment she left only saying, "I need to finish what we started." before walking out the door. Nadie only scoffed, even if it caused her slight pain from her injury.

Now Nadie sat on her bed contemplating her choices. After yesterday she wasn't sure if she could really handle such a lifestyle. She only gave herself a dose of self pity. She screwed up, she could have died. She tried to shoot someone! She felt so confused. Should she really continue this? Or slip under the radar and ditch the woman who brought her into such a world.

Her eyes showed everything. No matter how hard she would try to hide her emotions, her eyes betrayed her. Her eyes were dim, showed signs of depression. She thought about how things should have been, if her parents were still alive today. Her parents would be so disappointed in knowing she had gotten a bounty hunting license. They would have scolded her, shunned her.

Yet she blamed those who took their lives. If it weren't for them she wouldn't be in this mess! Why did she even allow herself to be in this situation? She clenched her fists tight as she looked down at her hands. These were the hands of a potential killer. This went against her very nature.

"Damnit!" Nadie shouted out as she swung her arm into her food tray, knocking over a cup of water. The contents within splattered against the wall and floor. She gritted her teeth. That was a bright idea, as her hand moved over her gunshot wound as she felt a shot of pain. "What am I doing?" She cried out as she felt so lost and frustrated. Tears threatened her eyes a she closed them tightly.

A few days passed by. Lita was given permission to take Nadie home, with a few bottles of medication for the pain, and antibiotics to keep her from getting an infection. Of course Lita knew how to take care of a gunshot injury, she had been through some herself.

In fact she was wearing a sling. She never did catch the guy that shot Nadie, but she never intended to. She would be too slow with her arm out of order. She carefully helped the quiet girl into the passenger side of the truck's cab before getting in herself.

The long trip home was spent in silence. Nadie spent the whole ride starring out the window, watching the desert pass them by. Lita would allow the girl to wallow in her self pity for a day or two more, but if she continued she was going to set her straight. She should have felt lucky she lived.

"No way!" Nadie yelled in anger. Lita had tried to coax her into going back after their job after a couple days. Of course Lita wasn't crazy enough to do it while Nadie was still healing. But once she did, Lita was going to push her back out into the chaos. She couldn't stand this self pity party Nadie was throwing. It was a sign of weakness in her eyes.

"I did not drag you out here so you can crawl into a hole and feel sorry for yourself, kid." Lita lectured. Nadie scoffed as she glared. There was that sparkle Lita saw when she first ran into the girl. Nadie's eyes glowed whenever she got angry. A fiery soul laid dormant behind those eyes. It was only a matter of time to drag it out into the fresh air.

"Then you should have left me alone!" Nadie declared as she began to gimp slightly towards her room. "You get your ass back out here!" Lita yelled. She was done with this. Nadie needed to grow up. She needed to face the fact that life was a bitch. She needed a good dose of common sense knocked into her thick skull.

Nadie cringed at that angered voice. When Lita was mad Nadie had a hard time defying her. She was no one to mess with, she knew that. She slowly turned around and mustard up the best glare she could, despite being nervous that she'd come swinging. "Sit down." Lita commanded with a cold tone.

Nadie slowly made her way for the chair as she watched Lita, still glaring. She slowly sat down onto the chair, being careful in the way she moved. Lita walked over to the fireplace, picking up a box before opening it up, pulling some files from it. She walked over to the table and tossed them down onto it, the thick paper making a slight slap noise as it landed.

Nadie blinked as she looked up at Lita, confused. "You might be interested in who we are chasing." Lita commented as she sat on the couch as she rested on leg over the other, her arms crossed over her chest. Nadie gave her a confused look. She wasn't sure what Lita was talking about as she picked up to folder slowly.

Lita sighed, inside were just photos of the bigger man that shot Nadie just days ago. Some news paper clippings, and the wanted poster. Nothing that would really clue her in. Even Lita didn't know until the day before they left the hospital. But she did now, and she was hell bent on vengeance. Question was, would Nadie?

She was ready to give the girl her ultimatum. Either join her, or she'd drop her off where she found her. It wasn't because she was that cold hearted, but not everyone was cut out for this sort of thing. Nadie had become a half way decent shooter, her reactions were a little sloppy, but better then when she first picked her up.

She gained a defiant attitude at times, and she showed signs of more confidence within herself. Something Lita would praise her for, if she knew Nadie wouldn't start slacking off. But perhaps this would seal her fate. A life of a bounty hunter, or the life of mariachi bars and low end jobs. The choice was Nadie's.

"I don't get it." Nadie muttered as she looked up at Lita from the file. Lita looked back at her, her expression completely serious. No sign of anything but a scorned woman. "He's one of the people that killed Carmen, and Carlos." she began. Nadie's eyes slowly grew wide, those names, they were her parents' names... there was no way... "He helped kill your parents, Nadie." She confirmed.

Nadie, in complete shock felt the papers and photos slip from her hands as they fluttered to the floor. There was no way. She felt a jab at her heart, but she was also confused. How did Lita know of her parents? How did she knew their names? How did she know they were HER parents to begin with? She never mentioned them before, she just said her parents were dead.

Lita's steely gaze never left Nadie's now ridged body as she tried to comprehend what was just said. Lita's eyes closed as she sighed. She knew exactly who Nadie was, had from the moment she laid eyes on her. At first she could have cared less, at first she was just going to leave the girl behind. But those eyes, the way she held herself, that feisty nature, was just like her father back in the old days.

I like suspense filled cliff hangers! I will write more soon, but I may have a job now, and it may take a bit longer to update. I hope this is still enjoyable though ^_^