I wanted to thank everyone for listening to my little rant last chapter, I really just needed to blow of a lot of steam. But I'm better now, my life is once again full of joy, at the expense of others but still joy...
Wanna know why? Of course you don't, but I'm going to say anyways. Well I recently learned that Karma can be a real bitch, because my sister lost her voice and so I don't have to hear her talk! (I know it sounds mean but you wouldn't want to be me when around her, trust me...)
So now for the mail bag :) (I'm only doing reviews, not PMs ok?)
FudoTwin17- Thank you!
speedylove- For me it's the complete opposite, they think I should be showing emotion and need someone and they're always telling me that I shouldn't be so heartless. I'm sorry about what's going on in your life too; my dad's kind of like your mom, except he keeps saying he'll stop drinking and he never does. And what makes it worse it that my family keeps forgiving him for everything that he's caused us, lucky for me he's no where near us right now and completely out of this state because I'd probably get into an argument with him. It's gotten to the point that I haven't talked to him in months, since like around June I've only talked to him once. He doesn't deserve my forgiveness, or anyone's really. He's never going to change and my family needs to get that through their heads before he hurts my family again... and yes I'm human as far as I can tell, although I can't say the same for my brother...
I don't own Young Justice, just Aria or Blade and that mystery girl...
Oh and before I forget this chapter and the next will consist of flashbacks and memories from her past and how she knows "Ricky G." AKA Robin.
BTW if any of you do know Italian sorry, I used Google to translate ^.^'
The young woman closed her eyes as she lay in the metal bed, she couldn't see a thing anyways. They shut off the lights to keep her from trying to run.
All she wanted now more than anything was to stay awake, the nightmares that often plagued her were not something she wanted to deal with right now. But the truth was that the sleep she had avoided for days was now taking its toll.
She let out a soft sigh and opened her eyes again, she would fight the sleep. She couldn't be weak now, especially when she was so close to getting out, of all of it.
But even as she tried to convince herself to stay awake her eyes shut and she dissolved into a deep sleep and even deeper memories.
Her eyes watched the grass below, the seven year olds lips curled up in a small smile.
The smile disappeared as she walked away from the window and entered her room. It was kind of plain, the walls a dark violet color. The only thing that really stood out was the antique dresser and mirror standing across from her bed. Besides that there was also a walk in closet half the size of her room.
But she'd seen this all a million times, because this was her place of comfort. The only place where she could escape every aspect of her humanity, her weakness.
She didn't really care about the human part, after all she was just a child. That didn't mean she was stupid, though. It didn't mean she was naïve, she was just scared and confused.
She knew it was a bad thing when her parents fought.
Giving out a weak sigh she went over to the dresser and lifted herself up onto the stand on her knees to look into the mirror.
Her eyes trailed down to her golden locks of hair and piercing gray eyes. Next she eyed her clothing. She wore a blue dress, a dark shade of blue. On her feet were a pair of white ballerina flats with bows for decoration. A simple but beautiful outfit in her mamma's opinion.
That was the only true reason she wore it, too see her mother happy. Maybe then their wouldn't be so much yelling.
But did it really make a difference? No, it didn't.
They still fought, she still pretended to be oblivious to it all.
"Mia melodia." A light voice spoke, lifting the girl from her thoughts. "Cosa pensa di questo tempo?" (My melody, what do you think of this time?)
She turned to the woman with dark black hair and eyes as gray and piercing as hers. "Niente mamma, chiedo solo." She turned back to the mirror. (Nothing mother, just wondering.)
"Perché non mi chiedete, sono sicuro che avrei potuto contribuire a rispondere a queste meraviglie." That was her mother, always speaking so elegantly, in her opinion. (Why don't you ask me, I'm sure I could help answer these wonders?)
She watched her mother approach her and grab a brush to untangle the girl's blonde mane. "What will my life be like when I'm as old as you and father, not that you are old." She spoke in perfect English.
Her mother gave a soft laugh. "Compared to you, mio tesoro, we're ancient. And only time and the choices you make will truly tell of your future."
Both smiled before a frown was once again etched on the girl's face. "Mamma, do you and papa love each-other?" She asked sadly.
Her mother sighed. "Of course we do, we're just going through a hard time now. It'll get better, lo prometto."
The girl sat on her legs beside her mother, sobbing. "Mamma, per favore!"
She held her mother's head in her lap, her own hands covered in blood. Her mother was dying, a deep gash in her throat.
She clutched her mother's hand in her own, the tears falling down. "Please, don't leave me."
Her mother struggled to talk, only managing to speak one last word. "Run."
She watched as the light faded from her eyes, her chests no longer rising for air. She didn't follow her mother's orders, instead she turned to the one who had caused this. "What have you done?" She screamed.
He didn't answer but walked out of the room, leaving her alone without an answer. She turned away from the door and caressed her mother's long black hair, her sobs lessening.
Minutes later he came back in, clutching two pairs of suitcases. "Come, we're leaving." He ordered.
"But what about mamma?" She asked.
"We're leaving." He repeated more forcefully.
She weakly nodded, turning back to the body. "I'll never forget you, mamma." She whispered before standing and following her father out the door and into their truck.
She nine year old girl waited in the truck, a bored expression on her face.
She clutched her ipod in her hands, the music blasting into her ears at high volume. It had only been two years since she'd witnessed it all, her relationship with her father incredibly strained.
In front of her stood a large colorful tent, it only made her feel more irritated.
Her once long flowing blonde hair was now pulled up in a very messy ponytail, her clothing consisting of a loose purple t-shirt and black jeans, on her feet a pair of black flats, it may have looked strange for a normal nine year old but she looked a little older.
She was pissed, and the reason was standing before her. They were moving again, the fifth time since it happened. But now they weren't going to be inconspicuous, they would be hiding in plain sight. Her father and she were being offered a spot on the circus; he thought it was a good idea.
As she watched her father and another man who she guessed was Mr. Haley exit the tent she turned off the song she was playing and opened the truck door, jumping off and putting on a fake smile. "Mr. Haley, I'd like to introduce you to my daughter. This is Aria, Aria this is Mr. Haley."
Aria smiled at the man. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Haley."
He smiled back. "On the contrary, the pleasure's all mine."
They all turned to see a small child running up to Mr. Haley, giggling.
Behind him came a man and a woman, probably the child's parents. "Dick, get back here." The mother spoke as she lifted him into her arms.
She turned, finally noticing Aria and her father. "Oh hello, you must be the new recruits."
"If you can call them that, they're both professional dagger throwers." Mr. Haley spoke.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Mary Grayson this is my husband, John and this is our son Richard." The woman spoke up.
The young girl smiled. "I'm Aria."
"So I hear you'll be staying with all of us?" John asked.
"Yes." Her father answered. "We're going to be staying for quite some time."
"It'll give us plenty of time to get to know each-other, you sound like wonderful people." Mary smiled at them both.
Aria smiled at the kind woman. "I think I'd like that."
I can't help but feel that I made her life so messed up, oh well too late I already made her like this :P I've got an idea for next chapter and it'll hopefully be up by tomorrow night, it's going to be Halloween related or better said as Robin's first Halloween!
Please Review (and I'm shocked that no one said anything of last chapter, I mean "Arsenal finished him off" should have said something to you)!