Her Shaded Eyes: Prologue
May Maple was an experiment. A failed one, mind. She had a younger brother who was also an experiment. A successful one. May longed for the attention her brother got.
She'd even go as far as to accept a simple theft mission to obtain even the slightest recognition.
She had found her target. She kept repeating to herself: I don't feel any emotions. Yet she felt the slightest gurgling in her stomach. Why? She was made to be a cold-blooded killer. Why did she feel something?
She had found the definition of what she felt. She didn't understand all about it, bet neither did her parents. Yet she couldn't get out of her mind; why? Why did she 'love' the owner of the Brand?
"Kill him." Her mother ordered May. The owner of the Brand was down on one knee, his Pikachu unconscious next to him. May was tumbled around in a crossroad. On one side, she wanted her mother's recognition. But on the other, she loved that boy, and wanted to protect him from her mother's evil. She made up her mind.
"No. I won't kill him." She muttered, softly, yet perfectly clear.
"What did you say?" May's mother asked with a pissed tone to her voice, one that dripped poison.
"I refuse to kill him." May stood in front of the boy, arms spread wide.
"You will rue that decision. You will rue it. That shall be your sin. You shall rue the day you chose for that travesty, instead of the future Queen of the Pokémon world. Best start rueing!!!" May's mother ran straight at May, knife held high.
"Thanks… For saving my life," May muttered, her stomach churning with guilt and embarrassment. Her mother had managed to cut her blouse in half. Not offering much protection through the rain, the Brand boy had given her his own vest.
"It's nothing…" The brand boy muttered back. He was lucky May didn't look at him, because otherwise she'd notice him blushing.
May couldn't stand this. Her face was as red as her bandana, and her mascara, in the rain, fell down in straight black lines over her blushing cheeks. Yet, there were more black lines than rain. The brand boy noticed her body heaving up and down, as sobs came from her head.
"I… I wasn't… I wasn't even meant… To exist…" May stuttered through the sobs. Once she finished, she really started crying. Tears swept right down her now mascara-clean cheeks, which had all been washed off.
Brand Boy couldn't stand this. He hated it when girls cried, especially a girl that, when he first met her, seemed so cheerful. He placed his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her to his thoroughly soaked shirt. Placing his left hand on her head, his other one down to her back, and as he started to hum a tune his arm traced circles on her back. Within minutes, the uncontrolled sobs were replaced by a snoring May.
For those who didn't realise, this is a description of what's going to happen. There's more, but I couldn't be bothered to write it up.
Next chapter, May gets her mission.