Long Road Back

Who are you?

~Adam

The wind blew over me making the room feel cold. It blew so hard it moved the curtains to reveal the moon and allow its light to wash over me. I felt my skin form goosebumps due to the chilly night air.

I felt a soft fabric below me holding me up off the ground. I had slept in a hammock only a choice amount of times since the night I lost my family. Yet in this setting I felt so comfortable I didn't want to move but then I realised I was having a hard time moving. Every time moved my vision blurred and I felt extreme pain coming from my chest.

I saw my jacket hanging on a post next to me. Realizing my chest was bare, I examined the center of my chest with my hand. Sure enough there were the wounds that would most definitely become scars.

"You finally made a scar Blake." I said to myself, wincing in pain realizing the healing that had occured was still fresh.

What stunned me most was that I was not dead. I had stitches over my heart and left lung, so someone had saved me. But who saved me would have to wait.

I looked over again at my belongings to find "Blush", my shotgun/sheath combo resting against the pole my jacket was hanging on. When I didn't see "Wilt", my sword, sitting in the sheath I was reminded of how that blond brawler bested me.

"You let your anger get the best of you Son." I heard my father say to me more than once when he would train me.

"Fighting is not all about brute force and strength. It's like the games of chess or checkers we play." My father's words echoing in the room like he was there with me.

All I wanted for so long was to seek revenge on those who have hurt me or those I loved but betrayed me. Now in this near crippled state all I wanted to be, was free. Free of pain, free of my haunting memories that tormented me as my mind retraced every moment of my life.

"The only way to be free is to be able to walk away, from what holds you down."
I told myself pushing my legs over the side of the hammock.

I found steady footing and tried to stand up. Immediately I felt dizzy again so I sat back down into the hammock. After my head was clear and my vision returned I sat up with determination but found myself stumbling until I ran into the post, that had my jacket and "Blush" on it, head first. I stayed still as I mumbled and groaned about my head.

After a while of hearing nothing I put my back against the post. I reached around the post and grabbed "Blush". Using it in sheath form I unhooked my jacket and put it on. Mainly because I was cold but I didn't want to be reminded everytime the wind blew over my body the failure and shame I felt.

After that I examined "Blush". Amazingly after the fall from such height and the battles it was in, only a minor scratch in the paint could be found. The shotgun still transformed nicely and quickly just the way I liked it. Forgetting that I had lost "Wilt" I reached for the handle of the crimson blade only to be reminded of my failure. Enraged I threw "Blush" through a nearby window.

"Ow!" I heard a feminine voice shout from outside the window.

"Hey! Who threw this!" I heard the same voice shout with fury.

I said nothing as I waited for my fate to find me. Sure enough with a loud crash and muffled yells about how she is going to get this 'Tony' fellow for such a nasty trick. It was the first time in a long time in which I was afraid.

I heard the door to the room I was in crash open. I looked up to see a... a... HUMAN! I bared my teeth and seethed in anger. I stood to the fullest stature I could hobbling away from her holding my chest feeling great pain throughout my body.

She didn't even look remotely frightened, angry, or hostile. She looked, concerned. She set "Blush" aside and put her hands up trying to show she ment no harm.

"Adam Taurus. I am relieved to see your awake. I was worried about you and your health." She spoke softly.

"H... how do you know my name?!" I demanded flinching as I yelled, this time my lung failing me making me drop to one knee sucking and clenching my teeth in pain.

"I saw your wanted poster." She stated bluntly.

I hide my face from hers feeling hate but most of all embarrassment for not thinking of that as a reason.

"Your hurting both inside and out. I think I know why you hate people like me and to be honest it disgusted me to see that branding on your face." She said calmly, slowly approaching me.

Her voice was oddly soothing and gentle to my ears.

'NO! She is a human! Human's deserve to serve the Fanus for their crimes against us!' I tried to convince myself but her melodic voice had me entranced.

I felt her hand brush down my back. Like a frightened animal I shoved her away. Knocking her into a post before rushing for "Blush". I felt queasy as my body begged to stop moving. I transformed "Blush" into its shotgun mode. I steadied myself and aimed down at her the best I could but found it harder to focus the longer I hesitated to fire.

She was just starting to come back to her senses when she saw she was down range of my shotgun. Her face turned white with fear. She raised her hands as she slowly stood again still trying to convince me that she ment no harm. Though she was afraid she took one cautious step at a time towards me. It made we want to run even more so as I backed away slowly until I ran into a railing of sorts. I lost my balance and started to tumble. I lost my grip on "Blush" from being surprised. I thought for sure I was going to fall to the floor I assumed was below me, but she reached out and grabbed ahold of me. Before I could react she threw me back onto the landing. I collided with the wall accidentally bitting into my lip. I tasted the blood trickling out of my lip but I felt more blood flowing from my nose. I looked up to her expecting to see hate filled eyes but instead found her face to be on the verge of crying. She held a face of shock as she covered her mouth with her hands before she practically lunged at me. Her soft hands gently touching my chest and face making sure I was okay even though I had just attacked her.

I felt weak as my eyes started to glaze over.

"W... w... why are you h... helping me?" I gasped feeling completely drained.

"Because you look like you deserve a new start." She said pointing at my branded face full of scars.

"Just stay here. I'll get some water and some towels to clean up those wounds." She said slowly rising to her feet.

"I... never... caught your name." I wheezed from being exhausted and still trying to catch my breath.

"Angela Ernestien."

A/N: So? What do you my readers think of this OC? I know you don't know much about her yet but I promise you'll get to know more about her soon.

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