1. A meeting with a bargain

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Brandi's p.o.v.
I was never born. One day, I just... Woke up. I was in the woods. Alone. I didn't know what to do. I was terrified. I was cold. I was absolutely helpless.

???. *a random man appears with a axe over his shoulder. From the looks of it you could assume he's a lumberjack he looks at you and says* What's a fine young lady like you doing out here.

*I stood, staying silent. Putting up my fists, I defended myself.*

???: Now look here I don't mean to cause no trouble but if you are going to start a fight with me then you better think twice *brings the axe off of his shoulder and holds it in a two handed weapon grip*.

I release a heavy breath. My first interaction is a fight. "I... Don't... Know..." My voice was raspy and weak.

???. How about you calm down we introduce ourselves and I get you back up into Tip-Top shape. how's that sound missy? *putting the axe back over shoulder but stays alert just in case she rushes him*

I lowered my arms. "F...ine..."

*Says while motioning to follow him* then follow me.

Cold and hungry, I decided to follow him. Try to earn his trust.

(Time skip)

???: Oh yeah a little miss I never caught your name man doing me the pleasantry. *says the man as he's walking closer to a cottage about 50 meters away from the front tree in treeline of the forest*

My name. Something to call myself. I don't even know where to start. "Um... Don't.. Have... Name..."

???. So what you are abandoned or something? Because there sure in hell is no way you did not get a name from your mother when you were born.

"Was... Abandoned." I wasn't about to tell him I just woke up in the woods.

???: Oh sorry didn't mean to bring that up Lowe's I know that are some people that can be a touchy subject so sorry. *The man says he was rubbing the back of his neck looking away extremely awkwardly*

"Um... Thank you..." I looked down. This man was too nice.

???: Something wrong?

"U-Uh..." Why can't I think of anything to say?? Is this... An emotion?

???: *walks up to the girl and puts the back of my hand on her forehead* nah you don't feel like you ain't got no fever.

"I... I'm fine. Words... Aren't good."

???: *walks over the screw the sink grabs a glass out of the cabinet next to it turns on the sink and get you a glass of water* Here drink this. The spare room is down the hole make yourself comfortable. Oh and do you have any other changes of clothes besides the ones on your back?

I take the... cup... And look at the thing inside. "Clothes? Um... No..."

???: Great looks like I have to go shopping with you well I'm free tomorrow for about 5 hours till as long as we're not shoes to shopping then we're fine.

I looked at my feet. "Shoes...?"

???: *Looks down at a feet too* Oh shit. You won't wear in shoes that entire time we were walking back?! Why didn't you say something. you could have got a tree branch through your foot your foot. Looks like I got a reserve more time because I also have to take your shoes shopping. (Anyone got a comment on those remarks)

"I don't need shoes..."

???: *the man just gives her that 'oh really look'* Trust me you needed at least one pair of shoes otherwise you could end up with shit going through your foot. and trust me that ain't pleasant. (Anyone have ideas for the name of this guy put it in the comments)

"I'm fine." I felt heat rise to my face as my mouth did this weird curve. "I swear..."

???: *starts to walk down the hall towards his room stops for a moment looks back at you and says* Oh yeah by the way my name's Reiner. *And starts to walk back to his room once he gets there walks in stop before he closes the door you hear* Good night.

"Oh! Uh... Good... Night..." I respond. I follow him and walk down the... Area...

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709 words hm. This is a cowritten story between me and Gotenks0722. Hope you guys and girls like the first of a potentially new book. And go check out Gotenks if you want to read some interesting books. Your CrimsonFucker signing off.

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