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Odd pictures, like having my memories filtered threw water. I could see what was above, they were blurry but I could and I wanted what I saw, but I couldn't move like I was constantly sinking through the thick water.
The pictures were of people, some I didn't recognize some I knew, like my mother, and father, others unfamiliar. There was a woman with warm yellowy-orange eyes and copper hair, she was a normal-ish one, besides the eyes, another was a tall man with raven hair and ocean blue eyes, he was more strict looking but he still looked kind.
They faded away, out of my view, I reached for them, my mouth moved to ask them to stay but I made no sound. People came back into view slowly, now moving around. I recognized the place before me, it was the circus I grew up in, with it's bright colors, delicious smells, and happy laughter flowing around the place, but there was something eerie about it, like I was expecting something terrible to happen.
I guess my senses were right as I heard a piercing scream erupt from inside a large tent; water flowed out streaming slowly but mixed with red. I looked at the open flaps of the tent, inside I looked horrified as I saw my father laying unmoving, bleeding and mangled on the ground. I cried out for him throwing myself forward as if I expected to be able to reach him; my body moved no closer.
The scene swirled with red as it changed to another; this one I saw my mother sitting on the floor tied but awake, tears of black streaming down her face with her mascara. A gruesome looking man with green hair, yellow and red eyes and a large disorientated smile on his face, walked towards her switching a from knife hand-to-hand; "well now, how about we start with a fun little game I called pain where I slice parts of your face up?" His hyena like voice laughed evilly as he grinned like a mad man at her. My mom only looked horrified, "no…" She whispered as a reply. "No? Well seems like mommy doesn't feel like party games just yet how 'bout we start with the little girly instead?"
He turned to another person, a girl, sitting in a corner beaten and gaged. She looked terrible and barely moved enough to look at the man with horrified eyes. My mother screamed out a mangled no as she tried to reach the girl, "No! I,..I, change my mind, let her be please."
He looked back her, brooding slightly as if he was considering the answer. He smiled another gruesome smile before, turning around and roughly grabbed the girl. I winced as a forgotten pain erupted in my arm. He threw her to the ground closer to mom. Cutting the gages off the girls face he placed the knife in her mouth.
"You already declined, so too bad for you, but cause you asked nicely your death will be quicker, how does that sound?"
"Please, please no, just let her live." She pleaded with him, tears slipping harder down her face, another phantom pain blossomed across my chest in the spots the girl had landed on.
"Oh all right because you were so polite I won't kill her, but…" He smiled widened if even possible, " I am going to leave her with a little souvenir first." he grabbed the handle yanking it across the corners of the girls lips. They split like fabric, exposing the bright flesh underneath; along with it's gushing liquid. The girl scream, thrashing and twitching uncontrollably with pain; he did the other side pulling the blade out of her mouth, then cutting down the lids of her eyes.
By now I was in agonizing pain, it was all over my face as he cut away. "There." He said satisfied, my mother was screaming and thrashing, "Melody!" He turned to her, wiping the blood on her shirt, "Goodbye!" He sound gleefully before sliced her exposed neck, the blood splattering on the ground.
My vision of the scene was growing fuzzier as if I was blacking out instead of the scene disappearing. All I saw was the man cut away the bonds of the girl and throw her into a deep crate of water. "I'll give you a chance to live, teach you a lesson too, you want to live than try to survive." He laughed crazily as he walked away setting the place on fire was he went.
I watched the girl struggle against the water, blind from the cuts on her lids, our eye view morphed into the same as we felt the heat of the fire and looked into the water, as we struggling to open our eyes to see. At the bottom two bright turquois eyes watched us as we started to sink closer…and closer...then darkness.
I opened my eyes slowly light filtering in them from my lashes. I was met with yellowy-orange ones. "Hey?" She asked slapping my cheek lightly, "Hey!". She asked again, doing so until I fully opened my eyes to look at her, "Hey kid what's your name?" I just blankly stared, my mama always told me not to stare but at that moment I could do no else, my lips felt like they were sewn together and my tonged was dry.
She looked me up and down snapping her fingers to get my attention. "Hey kid you deaf? Can you hear me? Hello?" I cleared my throat and steadied my nerves.
"Yes I can hear you, I'm sorry...my name is Melody, Melody Thomas…." I trailed off my eyes focusing on her features again. She looked like that random lady from the dream only..shorter. "How old are you Melody?" "Um, 11?" Her eyes narrowed "Well Melody, I don't know what you were doing in here but you need to leave, you aren't suppose to be here."
I was kind of stunned at her bitchy response but she was right in many ways, and in the way my body was I wouldn't be able to fight her anyway. "Look Melody where are your parents?" My eyes watered slightly as I answered her bluntly, "dead". Her eyes widened then narrowed as she thought.
"Were you from an orphanage?" She asked, grasping at the straws trying to find somewhere to dump of me. "No, and I don't plan on it, not when I live in a place like Gotham." She nodded her head accepting that the orphanage isn't an option. "Well I guess you could stay here but only until your healed or something, then you need to find a better place." I nodded; this place didn't have a large permanence to it anyway.
She looked me up and down again, "Hey kid?" I watched her evaluate
me. "How did you know how to bandage yourself up so well?" I looked down realizing for the first time I was topless I had bottoms but still, looking around, finding my shirt beside me; it was damp but it would have to do. Slipping it on I answered her, "my mother taught me, why?"
She seemed to have a plan forming, the way her fiery eyes darted around me, "Well…my…profession, causes me to get hurt quite often, maybe is you agreed to help me with that, you could stay here longer." She trailed of slightly like she expected a no.
Though I wasn't sure if I could trust her yet I had a feeling this was my best option. "Sure, but first I want to know your name and what is it you do that will require my medical assistance?"
She looked around as if she was expecting someone to be listening other than me, "I'm a thief." My eyes widened, I had just agreed to help a thief! I knew I shouldn't have trusted her! I opened my mouth to object but she cut me off, "I only take what is truly needed and anything I don't need I give to the others." This stunned me, others? Who else was here and why had I not encountered anyone? "Others?" I asked, "Yes, the others who don't have money, the people on the streets. As someone who knows the same pain I do my best to help who I can." I nodded she didn't seem so bad now but still…
"You still didn't tell me your name?" I accused raising an eyebrow. She smirked, " A lesson for ya, don't tell anyone your name before you tell them you're a thief, it's easier to tell who's trust worthy that way." I nodded seeing the reason behind it.
"So your kinda like Robin Hood?" I asked smiling at the funny name. "Well yes I guess, I've been called that before so it's not really I asked. She nodded puffing her chest out with pride, "I'm very good at my job. I'm good enough to do this without the batman noticing so I believe that I'm good. I'm also good at fighting, that comes in handy too on highest." I grinned in awe; even the batman couldn't catch her!
"So what is your name?" I asked again; she smiled at my eagerness. "My name is Candice Markchester, and my thief or what I like to call anti-hero, people call me Robin Hood.
"Wow." Was all I could say, I may be mature for my age but I was still a kid. "Do you think…that maybe you could teach me? I mean to help steal, so that I could help with the income?" I stuttered. I watched anxiously as she processed this. She sat still for a minute thinking it over, finally she smiled, "sure but you make sure you listen, 'cause I don't like slackers."
I breathed a sigh of relief as cried out in excitement. "Thank you, I swear I'll listen!" She laughed at my enthusiasm. "Okay now that you're done celebrating grab your stuff we need to fix you up a room."
"Kay." I looked around for my locket, coming up empty. "Hey where's my locket?" Candice shrugged her shoulders. "There was no locket when I found you body, I just heard a thump and found you lying unconscious." I ran to the bathroom, looking around to see where I left it. I found nothing, my heart cracked, my last memory of my parents was now officially gone, I had no hope of finding it in a place this big.
"Maybe this is for the best..." My old life is over, I needed to start new. Candice popped up in the doorway, "did you find it?" Shaking my head I walked out of the bathroom, "it's for the best anyway." She nodded walking away, glancing back at the bathroom I sighed silently saying goodbye before leaving, out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow pass by the window.
Hey guys so that's the end of that chapter I hope you like it so far, if you have any complaints you can leave it I the comments down below. So we'll get more info occasionally about her past in future chapters but they'll be brief and not as long as these ones were. I told you guys to pay attention to specific details so that you guys recognize some clues and you put it together but obvious clues I won't highlight so pay attention. Hope you follow and favorite, see you in the next chapter bye!