Post by Patchwork on Feb 9, 2008 19:30:39 GMT -6
New York city.
The most famed place in the US, called the "Big Apple" and nicknamed so many others you wouldn't be able to tell them all to someone. Here, though, a new story was forming. And it's starting now...
A strong building stood silently. A baby's cries' were the only sound through the deserted hallways. Without a word, a male in black clothing stared at the room from a tree. He disappears in the darkness and A girl stirs from her sleep. She yawns, fangs about an inch long shone lightly in the sunlight as she sits up and scratches her neck softly. Hearing the baby's cry, she smiles and stands. One hand on her couch where she was taking a nap, the other letting go of a blanket. She stands and looks at a room; the one where the baby's voice was from. The girl's sleek body had a light and strong build as she walked to the door, and, smiling, she opens it.
A small room with light-blue paint was before her. A dresser with two small stuffed animals sat against the right side of the room, near the center. A picture of a black wolf was on the wall straight ahead of her, and a few pictures were hanging up under it. One had a lioness and her three cubs at a small marsh, another had a picture of a Zebra and two foals. One was a light tan-colored zebra foal, showing it's young age. The last picture was above a red baby's crib. It was a horse, black in color and a gelding. It's brown eyes seemed to have a story to tell, and it was the girl's ability. She walks across the soft white carpet and looks into the red crib. A baby looked up at her, no more crying. His blue eyes met her gold-rimmed crystal eyes and she unlatches the higher part of the crib. She hoists the small baby in her arms and kept him wrapped in the sheet he had been curled in. She smiles and held the baby boy against her chest. She chuckles lightly, nearly inaudibly as she walked to the wall. She leaned against it and looked at the baby.
The most famed place in the US, called the "Big Apple" and nicknamed so many others you wouldn't be able to tell them all to someone. Here, though, a new story was forming. And it's starting now...
A strong building stood silently. A baby's cries' were the only sound through the deserted hallways. Without a word, a male in black clothing stared at the room from a tree. He disappears in the darkness and A girl stirs from her sleep. She yawns, fangs about an inch long shone lightly in the sunlight as she sits up and scratches her neck softly. Hearing the baby's cry, she smiles and stands. One hand on her couch where she was taking a nap, the other letting go of a blanket. She stands and looks at a room; the one where the baby's voice was from. The girl's sleek body had a light and strong build as she walked to the door, and, smiling, she opens it.
A small room with light-blue paint was before her. A dresser with two small stuffed animals sat against the right side of the room, near the center. A picture of a black wolf was on the wall straight ahead of her, and a few pictures were hanging up under it. One had a lioness and her three cubs at a small marsh, another had a picture of a Zebra and two foals. One was a light tan-colored zebra foal, showing it's young age. The last picture was above a red baby's crib. It was a horse, black in color and a gelding. It's brown eyes seemed to have a story to tell, and it was the girl's ability. She walks across the soft white carpet and looks into the red crib. A baby looked up at her, no more crying. His blue eyes met her gold-rimmed crystal eyes and she unlatches the higher part of the crib. She hoists the small baby in her arms and kept him wrapped in the sheet he had been curled in. She smiles and held the baby boy against her chest. She chuckles lightly, nearly inaudibly as she walked to the wall. She leaned against it and looked at the baby.
"That's my boy, Daemien. You are my pride, joy, and my heart." she says and kisses his forehead as she rocked the baby in her arms. She was a mere 12 year old girl, living in New York, and she had a 6 month-old baby boy. She holds her against her chest and smiles, nuzzling his cheek lightly. Her eyes were soft and loving as she rocked him to sleep. 'It's hard to believe... a year ago I would have never believed I'd have a son. Xavier didn't do it for me, nor did he do it for my son... only for his pleasure. But, life was created. So be it, Daemien wasn't planned... he is still alive and my only son.' she thinks, sitting down in a wooden rocking chair. She rocked slowly, keeping the child asleep.
Never once did I think... I'd be the one to see a child so different. He's got very little from me, but I hope he does see the world as I do. Only time will tell if my son will fulfill what's been foretold.'[/color] she thinks. A darker voice echoed in her mind. 'Quit lying to yourself. You damn well know that life will be created and taken. No one can control it, Roxanne. Now, never forget these moments. They won't last.'[/color] it says, a dark and sharp tone. The girl nods slowly. 'I know it. Now, please, leave me in peace. I would like to be able to cradle my son without your advice.' the girl snaps back mentally. The voice gives no answer back, and the girl smiles.
The sun slowly began to set, and with a glance at the time, the girl who had fallen asleep with her son in her arms stood and walked over to the baby's crib. She laid him in the bed, locked the handle back in place, and walked out of the baby's room. She walked into a kitchen and takes out a baby bottle from the sink. She cleans it and sets a pan on the stove. Putting some milk in it, she lets it heat up as she sits down at the table, sighing to herself lightly. She loved it when her brother wasn't there. He was working and left around 6 A. M. while she was still asleep. The girl smiled and looked at the pan for a moment before looking at a picture on the table that was face-down. She shakes her head lightly. 'No, Roxas. Not wise.'[/color] she thinks, standing and stirring the warming milk with a wooden spoon she had retrieved from a cabinet. She watched it's heat, and took the milk off as it was warm enough for her son. She lets it set for a few moments, knowing her son would awaken in a few minutes.[/center][/color]
