entitled; How I Met You
summary; "I'm not supposed to walk with strangers." I add as she begins to walk forward. She smiles down at me, "Well, if I tell you my name, that means we aren't strangers right?" She questions me and I grin with a nod, the pretty lady's eyes light with laughter. "My name is Stahma."
rating; PG
disclaimer; I figured that until we got something on how they came to be Defiance's "power couple" or whatever, why not theorize ourselves? Probably will turn into a mulit- chapter one shots about all the way they could have met.
#2 Stop It!
Daddy was working today, all day and had to have Luke watch me. I rather have Quinton but he was down in the mines even though he was only thirteen years old. Luke was now 15 and when he wasn't at the mines he was doing something secret, always sneaking off. Which is exactly why I didn't like him watching me; he'd take me to the market and leave me alone. It wasn't that big of a deal because I was ten but lately I am in a phase where I cry . . . a lot. I don't know why either! It makes me want to stomp my foot, too.
Now I was sitting on a market counter, watching as all species interacted with one another. The white people were stand- offish and the people with the weird nose were strange, they were animal- like; like a cat! Being left in the market while Luke did his secret stuff wasn't that bad, everybody knew me because I was Rafe McCawleys' daughter. Before I was here, I was playing with the other kids that I saw in school- but then I got bored. Now I am bored again. I hop down off of the wooden counter and feel my hair swishing around my neck in its ponytail holder. I walk forward and explore the market place. I look up and around at all the strange things before me. I've told about the many areas in the market place and which area's mainly belonged to which alien. I was told by Daddy and Luke to not go into the Castithan's area- it was forbidden because Daddy didn't like someone. He hated the guy and didn't want any of us near him or his kind. That kind was evil, he said, evil and wrong.
That was why I was now freaking out, because I had explored the market before, except for the part that was forbidden to me and now that's where I am and I don't know it and I don't know where to go. These people looked at me, watched me- no, not people, Aliens. I keep spinning around as if I'll recognize something but I don't and I won't because I'm not supposed to be here! I feel a burning behind my eyes and so I shut them really, really tight. I will the tears to go away. I am ten years old and ten year olds don't cry! They just don't! I was out of place, I shouldn't be here.
I spun some more but all around me was white, just white every which way. Everywhere. I didn't dare move from the opening where I was because what if I got even more lost? I didn't want to get more lost. I couldn't stop the hot, salty tears as they fell from my eyes. Great! When Luke did find her, not only would he be scary and mean, he'd also make fun of her for crying like a baby! Which, of course would make her cry more and then they'd fight and Daddy would take his side because Luke was his favorite! Shtako!
I felt a gentle hand fall onto my shoulder, and as it gripped me, I jumped about a mile high. I turned slowly on the heels of my feet, looking into the eyes of a pretty lady. Alien or not, she was very pretty. My heart was still beating fast from the scare and the tears had started to dry against my copper-ish skin. "What's wrong?" The pretty lady asks, her voice smooth like chocolate, the kind the Daddy gives us when we've been really good. She lifted her hand up to my face and didn't deter even when I flinched away from her. Her thumb glided across the surface of my cheek, wiping away the tears. Her hand was really soft. I look closely at her as she does this. Her strange eyes are focus on my cheek, a light tilt to her lips show to a small smile, her hair, though down, is cover by a white veil that matches her outfit pretty dress.
"I'm lost." I say simply with a shrug. My voice was still a bit watery from the water works, as Quinton calls it. The pretty lady made a soft sound. She rose up off of the ground, taking one of my hands with her as she stands straight; I come up to the middle of her torso. I twist our hands so I can see hers- the long slender finger and perfectly filed nails- she had to be as rich as Daddy, if not richer! "I'm not supposed to walk with strangers." I add as she begins to walk forward.
She smiles down at me, "Well, if I tell you my name, that means we aren't strangers right?" She questions me and I grin with a nod, the pretty lady's eyes light with laughter. "My name is Stahma." She squeezes my hand as we continue to walk.
"I'm Christie McCawley." I tell her and she just smiles down at me. "I know." She replies and I raise my eyebrow at her but she just smiles and turns around, calling out across the market place: "Alak!" I turn with her to see a kid a few inches taller, maybe less because of the distance with white hair like Stahma's turn look up toward the voice. He was surrounded by four others boys. "Come, Alak." She calls again and with resigned gesture, he comes. He walks slowly, slinking over.
"Mom, I'm twelve. I think I can stay in the market with my friends." He complains as he reaches us, gravitating to his mothers other side. We start forward again. She ruffles his hair and gives him a sweet smile. "Your father has many enemies and though they won't strike him," She smoothes his hair back down and given him the look that dad gives me when he is giving us a warning, "I fear that they wouldn't hesitate to strike you." Her hand rests on his shoulder, and he sighs in agreement.
He changes the subject, "Who's the human?" He asks carelessly and I hide myself into her skirts. She chides him or something in the language that they speak and then she replies in English, "This is Christie McCawley; Rafe McCawley's daughter." I can feel his eyes on me even though I'm looking anywhere but him. "Father hates him." He states bluntly. Stahma laughs at his words and I freeze- I am walking with Daddy's enemy; I look up at Stahma, he white hair hanging perfectly around her face as she speaks in the strange language again. She looks over at me and then in English, says "That is no secret, is it?" I shake my head no.
I guess Alak got tired of standing over there and trying to get a good look at me because he soon rounds around Stahma and is standing next to me. "I'm Alak." He tells me. I raise my eyebrows and look at Stahma, who is laughing silently. "How old are you?" I turn back to Alak, who I already knew was his name from when she called it out in the market place. I must have really gotten myself twisted around in this part. He openly studies me, "Are you mute?" He asks out of nowhere. I gape at him; is he serious?
"I'm ten. I got lost because I wondered too far into your market. Stahma is helping me get un- lost. I find your questions annoying. Anything else, Alak?" I finish with my hands on my hips. When did I let go of Stahma's hand?
He shrugs, "Wanna race?" I look at him for second before shrugging.
"Don't get each other lost." Stahma warns and then we race. To my surprise, I am faster. He has longer legs but I'm smaller, able to get more speed. That doesn't mean he won't gain on me, which in a matter of seconds, he is. He is on my heels the whole way; laughter bubbles up in my chest and spills out of my mouth. He laughs with me. He calls to me to turn left and I do, at the end of this alley I see my market, the main market. I push my feet harder into the ground, sprinting.
I get closer and closer, the walls fade away. I whip my hand in the air and holler. I spin around, doing a dance to celebrate my victory. I slow to see where Alak went, and he is leaning on the wall, watching me as a smile plays on his lips. He start to walk toward me but stops as a yell is echoed through the market. I turned quickly to see Luke barreling through the crowd toward me an Alak. "Christie!" He yells and I flash a fearful glance toward Alak. Why does he hate him so much? Why do I have to hate him? Why don't I hate him? Luke places his hand roughly on my shoulder as he pushes me away from Alak and behind him. I grab onto his wrist, trying to pull him away from Alak. "Stop it, Luke! He wasn't doing anything." My brother turns on me.
"This haint here is the reason we live in this world, Christie and I don't like you playing with him." My eyes start to burn and I look upward, anywhere but him. "Are you seriously crying?"
"Hey, lay off." I hear from the side and see Alak stepping up. Luke turns to face him as the burning behind my eyes subsides. I grab at my brothers' wrist again as Alak and he get in fighting distance. "Luke, seriously stop." I plead once more.
"I suggest you do what your sister suggests, McCawley." I hear from the alley opening and see Stahma. All regal white in the shade of the alley. She is glaring at my brother, her strange colored eyes hard as ember. Luke looks between the Tarrs before throwing up his hands; he flicks my hand off his arm, angrily ordering me to follow. His long gate is hard for me to keep up with but I know my way home. I hear my name behind me and turn to see Alak racing against the crowd. Surprisingly I smile. Why am I smiling? He walks up to me and stops running when he sees I have stopped. His eyes are bright and not the harden eyes I saw when he was going against my brother.
"Am I always going to be chasing you?" He asks me and I smile. I want to answer but I don't know what with.
"See you later, Alak." I wave and turn to follow my brother.
I decided to take a stab at little!Alak and little!Christie. . . what'd you think?