Searched the sky then drowned in earth

A/N: My first english fiction and of course I’m looking for a beta...I hope somebody wants the job, so if that’s the case just review and I'll contact you

Chapter1:

They were loud.

Everywhere their screaming voices could be heard, but only some of them where painful.

The orphanage was not as dull as some people might think it is.

Quiet on the opposite.

It struck me as a happy place the moment I first entered its hallways, where laughing children almost ran into me.

Some tugged on my shirt, whereas others hid behind their key workers, but still.

Their eyes rested on me and I knew they could give me back some of the identity I had lost months ago.

It had been shortly after the snowfall of last year, that I was hit by a car and lost all my memory. They had tried to feed me pieces of it after they found out I was some guy called Nick Canner, but none of them seemed familiar and in the end I simply refused to listen to them.

I asked them if I had ever committed a crime and since I didn’t, I walked off, getting myself a job at this place. I don’t know why, but spending my time with those lost children that had no parents at all made me feel a little bit more normal. I guess that sitting with them, listening to how they continued their life after lacking such an important part of it decreased the importance of my own loss.

It was a pity that I could not actually talk to them, for I was, truth be told, just a cleaner, but I think I spend more time in the orphanage then I was supposed to, but nobody actually seemed to mind.

In addition to working there I also lived in one of it’s many rooms, for it was not situated in a town, but in the countryside and rather far way from the next village.

The room was small and almost empty, but it was so because I chose not to put anything up or get additional furniture to the bed and wardrobe that came with it. There had been a rather old carpet of a dirty brown color that I somehow couldn’t stand, so I had made the effort of moving the bed and got rid of it to reveal a cold stone floor that now forced me to wear serval pairs of socks, but was so much more appreciated by me than the carpet ever could have been. In contrast to it my bed covers where of bright red and blue streaks, showing that it has once belonged to one of our many children. It was warm and comfortable and when I snuggled into it, the very first night after I arrived I fell asleep immediately. But the other nights brought me a surprise that shocked me a little bit more than all the other surprises that I’ve been trough though to my situation.

It was almost midnight and I had been awake for longer than usual, amusing myself with some book I found in our library, when a hissing sound snapped me out of the story that I had been so lost in.

The hiss was followed by a bang, when something crushed against my window. I raised my head and my eyes fixed upon something small, distantly human that struggled to get up from my window sill, but had his hand clenched around it’s ankle and the face distorted in silent pain that was soon replaced by fear when it noticed that it had caught my attention. Hesitantly I got up and went closer, my hand shivering in disbelieve. I stopped a few mere inches from it, my head bowed to take in it’s features and then I cleared my throat. But I had no time to say something, because that little thing blurted out, quiet literally. It’s mouth opened and it almost chocked on the slip of paper that was stuck between it’s tiny teeth. It raised it’s hands, as I raised my eyebrow and drew the paper out of his throat. It was slippery and full of saliva and to be honest I did not like this at all. My visitor did not seem to be fond of it either, for it almost bit me, before I managed to get the message. I shot it a glare and started to read the note.

"IEEEEKKKKK!!!!", it spelled.

I cleared my throat again, a rather sarcastic sound this time and gave a questioning look to the little person, that seemed to be a girl, judging from it’s long hair and the slender form.

"You now, you could have just said that", I told her, but she just answered with a rude gesture and tried to scurry away from me. She didn’t get far, for the pain in her ankle appeared to be too intense and somehow I started pitying her.

"Can’t you speak?", I asked and she frowned, one of her knees lifted half way of my windowsill.

A little hand came up and pointed to her throat, the movement of her head indicating a "no".

I just nodded and accepted the fact that she was mute.

"Were you born like this", I asked instead and where I expected to be answered by her body language or maybe another of those tricky sheets, a cold voice suddenly came from behind me.

"She wasn’t born."

I turned around and looked at it’s owner, his face mirroring the same amusement that this voice had indicated before.

It was a boy of about twelve and his black hair lay messy around his face whilst his dark eyes fixed me with pure sarcasm.

"She wasn’t?", I replied, quiet rhetorical, because I couldn’t think of anything intelligent after suddenly being confronted with two rather mysterious guests in my usually oh so lonely bedroom.

"I made her."

At this statement the boy looked rather proud of himself, but soon turned his expression into anger, as he looked at the tiny creature next to me.

"But that stupid thing is worth for nothing."

Gracefully he lifted himself of my bed that he had been sitting on and walked towards us, eyes pinned to the girl, as if I wasn’t even existened, though she seemed to be even more aware of me as she abandoned all her former mistrust and climbed onto my hand for shelter. I curled it protectively around her and she cast me a thankful look, when my arm was snatched up by the boy who hold a rather firm grip on my wrist.

"I won’t let you go so easily", he sneered and waved a finger, upon which her little body twitched and evaporated into a cloud of dust.

I stared at my hand in shock.

It was still outstretched and open, my heartbeat heavily pulsing under his fingers, for he still had to let go of me.

He didn’t.

He smiled and stepped closer, until I was able to feel his breath ghost over my face.

"I did not expect to meet you in this place. Didn’t expect anybody within the next 20 miles. And still rather patient, aren’t we? But I apologize for my rude interruption. Next time I will pay you my honors adequately. Till then. Farewell."

And he disappeared within an instant, leaving my hand weak and unsupported, so it dropped to my side and then followed my body as it went down onto the floor, where I folded my legs, rested my knees on top of them and dived my finger into my brown hair.

I had no idea what was going on and even more then being confronted with obviously magical creatures I was scared about the fact that I took it all with some sort of indifferences as if some part of me was used to receiving dark haired strangers out of the nowhere.

So, dearest reader. That is chapter one of, my first official English slash fiction.

I hope you all like it so far and that you will send me your ideas and opinions about it in tiny, winy, little reviews. And that was a try not to sound too desperate.

But, please-review...