TheUmbreonAsAHumanBoy
(TheMemories, Uxie)
Years passed, and I turned thirteen. That's when They found me.
By then I was a good fighter. Living on the streets of Chicago, that was a must. I had quite a few scars from times when other kids got jealous of what little I had. That little, by the way, was an abandoned cottage just outside the city. It had both electricity and running water, both great things to have. I was also just about to be fourteen, old enough to find a job, maybe. I had high hopes.
Then the nightmares I had became real, and They found me.
It was a dark night. The sky was covered by clouds and fog flitted through the area, obscuring most everything. I couldn't see a single star or the moon, either.
"Hello," a familiar voice said creepily. The man who had kidnapped my sister and father?
I froze for half a second when I felt a hand on my shoulder, then sprung into abrupt action and kicked out.
"Ow!" the voice yelped. "You'll regret that!"
"Hey! Let the innocent go! He has no part in this!" a feminine voice decided.
"Yes, he does! He's the Chosen we need!" someone else yelled.
Meanwhile, I spun in circles, unable to see anything at all.
I gasped as I felt someone's breath near my ear as that person leaned over me. My second gasp was cut short as the person put a hand over my mouth and whispered, "I'm on your side. Keep quiet." The voice was masculine, so I thought him a man.
To demonstrate that he was on my side, he didn't pick me up and carry me. Instead he took his hand from my mouth and gently took my arm. We both knew it was a grasp I could easily maneuver out from.
I followed, curious.
When we were free of the smoke I took a good look at the man. For all I knew he may have become one of my future enemies, and I'd learned the hard way to know them better even than your closest friends.
He let go of me, but I continued to follow him through the city, hoping to learn something. We eventually reached a small, beat-up looking building at the edge of the city.
"In here," the man said. He opened the door up and went in first. He was smart, seeming to know I wouldn't want him to close the door behind me and have the opportunity to lock me in or block the exit.
I closed the door behind me, glad to hear no click of a lock. I observed my surroundings in a quick glance.
The first thing I realized was that the outside was to fool you. The floor was of an elegant marble and the walls stark white plaster. There was a stylish set of chairs against the righthand wall like those you'd see in the waiting room at a doctor's office. At the back of the room was a black desk with a women working at a computer. There was one door at the right and one left of the desk.
"Hello, Jake," the woman said without looking up. She took one moment to glance at me before asking, "Who's the kid?"
"He's the kid Diana knew," the man who'd brought me here, Jake, said. Diana? The name sparked my interest. "She was right about one thing: the Black Furs want him."
"Shit," she said. "I'll call Diana over."
"Thanks, Marci," Jake said. He turned to face me. "You can come in, you know."
I shook my head, preferring to stand at the door.
"Alright," he said, shrugged, and turned away.
A moment later a tall woman with black hair and dark eyes came out of the door to the desk's left. She saw me and raced over.
"Aaron!" the woman I recognized as Diana, my father's sister, raced over to me.
"Aunt Diana!" I couldn't help but gasp in surprise. "You disappeared!"
"No, I had to leave," she explained. I remembered that when I was little, she'd sit on her knees and stand at my height. The last time I saw her, two weeks before my father and sister had been kidnapped, she had been sitting on her knees as well. Now I was thirteen, much older, and much taller. Almost as tall as her, actually. "I'm here now, though. I'm so sorry, Aaron."
"Why?" I wondered.
"I haven't been helping you," she admitted. "I know your dad and sister were kidnapped. I thought it could have been avoided, but it wasn't. I'm so sorry."
I didn't understand what she had said, but I trusted her, so I simply said, "It's okay. You're helping me now."
"That's right," Diana said, nodding. "Honey, you'll be safe here. You can trust these people."
"Okay," I said again. "Where will I go?"
"You can stay here, with me," Diana said. "We have a room for you across from mine."
"You'll take him from here, right?" Jake asked.
"Yeah," Diana said. "Come on, Aaron, I'll show you your room."
TheUmbreonAsAHumanBoy
( TheMemories, Azelf)
"So who's after me?" I asked Diana. The next day, we were sitting in the place's underground cafeteria, eating lunch.
"An organization called the Black Furs," my aunt said. "They are convinced you have some power or something. I'm not so sure on the details since we don't know too much."
"And who are you guys?" I wondered next.
"We are the Guardians. We help the people They and other organizations kidnap," she explained. "We've been trying to find out more about them when we rescue people, but their files are hidden and their mouths are shut."
"What about my father and sister?" I asked.
Diana bit her lip a moment before admitting, "We don't know, Aaron. I'm so sorry."
I looked away and whispered a fake, "It's okay."
That's when people busted open the door and yelled, "We're here for the kid!"
"Shit!" Diana yelled.
The memory ended.
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