A/N: Since I'm not too keen on the dates from the movie, I'm going to make up a date for Ryan's birth, and likewise for the others until I can find the real ones. Bear with me, please.
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*Ryan: Part One*
Adjusting her skirt, Myra Kuhn stared out into the lamplit street through wily green eyes. It was a chilly March evening, and she had gotten little business so far, a rather depressing fact for one with her 'skills'. As a well-dressed man made his way down the cobblestone sidewalk towards her, she straightened and gave him her famous 'come-hither' stare, finding herself pleased as he approached and smirked at her. He was tall, and rather scraggly-looking, but she could see his muscle through his overcoat and grinned perversely. Glancing up into his cold and dead blue eyes, though, she felt a twinge of nervousness creep into her stomach as she realized that he wasn't returning the look. His features had become taut and emotionless, slightly twisted brown moustache catching the perspiration from his face and almost immediately hardening in the cold air.
Taking a little step back, she smiled nervously, making as if to step past him without saying a word. She had gone perhaps three steps when a hand wound itself into her long black hair and yanked her back. Before she could cry out, the man's other hand had covered her mouth and was gripping her face tightly. Taking a deep breath in through her nostrils, Myra could smell the whiskey that had seeped into the discolored fabric of his glove, her stomach turning and threatening to heave. Silently, the man tightened his grip on her hair, and turned her around, shoving her roughly before him into a pitch-black alleyway.
When she made as if to run, he jerked roughly on her hair, pulling her back against his chest as if she were a wooden yo-yo upon a string. She cried out against his hand, even trying to sink her teeth into it, before realizing that the fabric was too thick and her teeth would do little damage. Raising her left hand high above her head, Myra swung backwards with a tightly clenched fist, hitting her anonymous assailant directly in the crotch. Heart pounding in her chest as he momentarily released her, she darted to the left and made a mad dash for the mouth of the alleyway. The lamp across the street her only source of light and hope, Myra bolted for her life.
Twenty feet. Fifteen feet. Almost there... So focused on the light, though, that she did not look where she was going, Myra's feet found a discarded box and she was sent sprawling on her stomach, ankle already beginning to scream with pain. Tears slowly filled her eyes, and she looked behind her frantically, heart almost coming to a stop as she saw the man, red-faced and furious, storming towards her. Struggling to get to her feet, she cried out in anguish as her sprained ankle gave out under her and she fell to her knees, sobbing and beggin for mercy before the man got within ten feet of her.
In the darkness, Myra caught a glimpse of a glint of metal, before she felt the cold steel pressed against her throat. Swallowing hard and choking back a sob of terror, she raised her eyes into the face of the panting man.
"Scream again, and I'll guy ye where ye lay.." He snarled at her, slowly dragging the blade down her neck and into the cleavage of her low-cut dress. After grinning maniacally at her, he sliced her dress open, letting himself fall upon her so his fingers could do the rest. Cutting a sob short as he shoved his lips roughly against hers, he hauled her to her feet, giving one last look around to be sure nobody was around, before dragging Myra into the darkness.
Nine months later, on a frigid December night, Ryan Jeremiah Kuhn was born.
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Sorry it's so short.. I tried putting more after it, but that sentence seemed like a good end for that part. Don't worry, the next part'll be longer. ^_^;
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*Ryan: Part One*
Adjusting her skirt, Myra Kuhn stared out into the lamplit street through wily green eyes. It was a chilly March evening, and she had gotten little business so far, a rather depressing fact for one with her 'skills'. As a well-dressed man made his way down the cobblestone sidewalk towards her, she straightened and gave him her famous 'come-hither' stare, finding herself pleased as he approached and smirked at her. He was tall, and rather scraggly-looking, but she could see his muscle through his overcoat and grinned perversely. Glancing up into his cold and dead blue eyes, though, she felt a twinge of nervousness creep into her stomach as she realized that he wasn't returning the look. His features had become taut and emotionless, slightly twisted brown moustache catching the perspiration from his face and almost immediately hardening in the cold air.
Taking a little step back, she smiled nervously, making as if to step past him without saying a word. She had gone perhaps three steps when a hand wound itself into her long black hair and yanked her back. Before she could cry out, the man's other hand had covered her mouth and was gripping her face tightly. Taking a deep breath in through her nostrils, Myra could smell the whiskey that had seeped into the discolored fabric of his glove, her stomach turning and threatening to heave. Silently, the man tightened his grip on her hair, and turned her around, shoving her roughly before him into a pitch-black alleyway.
When she made as if to run, he jerked roughly on her hair, pulling her back against his chest as if she were a wooden yo-yo upon a string. She cried out against his hand, even trying to sink her teeth into it, before realizing that the fabric was too thick and her teeth would do little damage. Raising her left hand high above her head, Myra swung backwards with a tightly clenched fist, hitting her anonymous assailant directly in the crotch. Heart pounding in her chest as he momentarily released her, she darted to the left and made a mad dash for the mouth of the alleyway. The lamp across the street her only source of light and hope, Myra bolted for her life.
Twenty feet. Fifteen feet. Almost there... So focused on the light, though, that she did not look where she was going, Myra's feet found a discarded box and she was sent sprawling on her stomach, ankle already beginning to scream with pain. Tears slowly filled her eyes, and she looked behind her frantically, heart almost coming to a stop as she saw the man, red-faced and furious, storming towards her. Struggling to get to her feet, she cried out in anguish as her sprained ankle gave out under her and she fell to her knees, sobbing and beggin for mercy before the man got within ten feet of her.
In the darkness, Myra caught a glimpse of a glint of metal, before she felt the cold steel pressed against her throat. Swallowing hard and choking back a sob of terror, she raised her eyes into the face of the panting man.
"Scream again, and I'll guy ye where ye lay.." He snarled at her, slowly dragging the blade down her neck and into the cleavage of her low-cut dress. After grinning maniacally at her, he sliced her dress open, letting himself fall upon her so his fingers could do the rest. Cutting a sob short as he shoved his lips roughly against hers, he hauled her to her feet, giving one last look around to be sure nobody was around, before dragging Myra into the darkness.
Nine months later, on a frigid December night, Ryan Jeremiah Kuhn was born.
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Sorry it's so short.. I tried putting more after it, but that sentence seemed like a good end for that part. Don't worry, the next part'll be longer. ^_^;