Thread: Fate That Binds (Black Hand & darkangel76)

John looked on in mild awe through the crows of guards, as the leader dealt with the thief. The British army had been told to shoot anyone trying to rob a English family in sight. And this girl obviously seemed to have stolen quiet a bit. Even the clothes on her back were English design. Had she hoped to try to steal from some of the ultra wealthy families who lived on the Floating Palace? John turned back towards the center of the crowd, where the girl was continuing to get hit. Her soft features roughening up at the blows that she was helpless to block. In particular something caught his attention. This girl had very pretty eyes. Even as the guards around her screamed insults, and the scarred up captain punched her every time she tried to resist. But the lord was only focused on the black jewels that hung gently in her face. They were gorgeous and intense, roaming the room anxiously in desperation and anger. At the moment, despite holding the radiance of a jewel, they right now seemed more like the eyes of a prey caught in a trap. Hopeless for the most part, yet desperately searching for a nonexsistant way out. He wasn't even focused on the girl anymore by the time that the final blow was struck, leaving her slumped on the ground in a heap. Your mother? his father asked out loud, anxiously looking around the room. It was a topic he never liked to discuss with anyone. Now he had to talk about ti with the very result of the liaison. John just sat on the floor, passively, just hoping to have his curiosity saked on the matter. After all, he had never met his mother before. He had never even heard his father talk about her. She was....well... The man said uncomfortably, ..she was among the slave girls that were used in the palace, back in the Emperor's Court in Korea. This one was the best looking of the bunch. She was the one who was asked to go to the room of the various dignitaries most. It was a surprise when she came to me with a swollen belly, telling me I was the father. He finished, his posture shifting rapidly, as he tried to figure out the best way to tell his seven year old son all of this information. John didn't seem to visibly react. He didn't even know what to think of this information now that he knew it. How could someone his age process something like that? What happened to her? John asked wide eyed, not sure what he would think of his father regardless of how he answered. She's dead now I think. The man answered, turning away from him to face the fireplace of the room. She was sold off to a work foreman nto long before I left, and it was in a region that was destroyed by the bombings. If she is still alive....then I don't know. I barely even knew her name. She shouldn't matter to you. He turned back to his young son, looking deep into his eyes. John blinked slightly as he looked at her crumpled form. One of the guards was giving her a pulse check on the far side of the crowd. She's still alive, He heard the guard checking her pulse say clinically. The man in front of John moved to the side, giving John a easier view of the scene. It was only then that he decided to take things more into his hands. He was an administrator afterall, what was he letting the guards make the decisions here for? Stepping forward, he parted the two redcoats in front of him out fo the way. Some of the people didn't recognize him, and started to tense back up. But the few who did stepped aside letting him take to the center of the group of guards. Upon watching the others do so, they figured that they must know something about the man that they do not, and simply let him through. Once he stood in the center, John began to give orders. Okay, I want you two bring her up to the detention hall. Tell them not to have anyone come in to interrogate her, until after I've gone in. I'm curious about this thief He pointed too two of the redcoats on the peripherals. Then I want you to go up and file a report about the incident. Nothing too quick, just something for our records. Leave out the part about how she got on blank. I'll fill that out myself once I've gotten a chance to talk to her. He said pointing to the brutal captain. Finally the rest of you lost need to get back to work. She may have fends, and the other guards need to be alerted. He said addressing the rest of the guards who he had not already given orders too. Mot of them responded to his commands with a immediate salute, with the exception of one of the first two, who had at first given a skeptical glance. The man next to him had straightened him out though, so John was okay for it for the moment. It wasn't like it was the worst case of stupidity he had to deal with on a daily basis. Finally he turned away and began jogging off in the direction of his lavish quarters. Along the way he asked himself one singular solitary question. Why exactly had he asked the guards to put her in a detention room till he came? Why did this matter at all to him? She was just some random thief who had come in. Maybe this would distract him a bit, he rationalized. And it wasn't like he needed a good break from work here and there. And torturing this poor fool might be more fun then a day at the fair.