Found



She felt herself being lifted. The last thing Jessie remembered seeing were the most beautiful violet eyes she had ever seen. This must be Death.

The first inkling that made Jessie aware that she wasn't dead was the pain. Her stomach, her head, her face. Swollen and bruised, she could only open one eye. Her head hurt - probably from when the Hunter had thrown her into the tree.

Opening one eye, she took a look around. Jessie was in a small room, barely bigger than the bed itself. The entire room was made of rusted metal; above her, the old ventilation pipes were clearly visible.

Where was she?

The last thing she remembered was the Hunter's boot on her neck - then nothing. What had happened? Scanning her partially deleted memory she came up with an image. Violet eyes. But who?

"Good. You're awake."

The voice made Jessie jump slightly, the action making her head hurt even more. she slowly raised her hand and felt the bandages that wrapped her head.

"Sorry if I startled you."

A woman of about thirty stood in the door way. Her body was wrapped in many layers of cloth, like a really thick kimono. she wore a metal headdress with chains and baubles sliding down to rest against her face.

"My name is Sorcha and you're in Sanctuary."

Sanctuary. So that's where she was. this place was well-known to all for being the Scrapyard's only hospital where everyone was welcome. Human or Hunter, it didn't matter. Sanctuary was a safe-haven for anyone in need. It was an unwritten rule that while in Sanctuary all people would be free of harm.

"Sant-ary?"

"That's right," said Sorcha, "but after an attack like yours it's a miracle you're still with us."

"How...?"

"A young man brought you in - you were pretty out of it and quite a mess."

"...describe 'im."

"Blue jeans, black shirt, black jacket, dark hair, about chin length, purple eyes, quite an odd colour actually...said his name was Seth."

A small smile crossed Jessie's lips. Those eyes - violet. Not purple, never could be purple, but a deep violet - so beautiful.

Seth. He must have saved her.



Elsewhere in the city...

A dark figure walked briskly down the alley. Heavy boots hit the pavement and sent echoes resonating up the walls.

Twirling a silver rod in his left hand, the Hunter came to the end of the alley. It was a dead end besides the two heavy steel doors acting as entrance to the bar. He kicked open one of the door's with such force that it slammed into the wall. Some of the bar's occupants jumped, others did nothing. This was normal behaviour for a Hunter who had just lost his prey - especially for Zephyr.

Attatching his silver rod back onto his belt, Zephry strode across the bar and tossed himself onto a bar stool.

"That son of a bitch..."

"Bad night?" asked the bartender.

"Was a good night, was," said Zephyr slamming his fist onto the counter.

"I had her," he muttered, "I fucking had her! Pretty little thing, just ran right out in front of me and collapsed on the ground. Easy prey right there."

By now, most of the bar's occupants had gathered around. Zephyr was a top rank Hunter, one of the best. How could a little girl escape him? Especially if it was a sure thing?

"She could hardly move when I was done playing around, I had her on the ground, my foot on her neck - blade ready...and then..."

"And then what Shug?" asked a woman hanging onto the arm of a man with half a face.

"And then - Seth."

Boos and groans went through the crowd.

"That stupid boy did the same to me!"

"And me!"

"You're not alone Zeph."

"It's just his way."

"What?!" snapped Zephyr, "who said that?"

Nobody moved. Eyes shifted, looking around.

Zephyr narrowed his red eyes, "Who said that? 'It's just his way' I really don't care what his way is, just like I could care less if he's done the same to you."

Zephyr wondered why the hell he even came here in the first place and got up to leave. Halfway through the crowd, Zephyr took out his silver rod. In a flash the blades extended and Zephyr lunged at the man with half a face. His head fell to the ground, followed soon by the rest of his body. Broken wires and circuits sparked and whirred. The prostitute he was with screamed and backed away from the Hunter.

"When I find Seth," said Zephyr, "he'll wish it ended that quickly."

Putting away his weapon, Zephyr stalked towards the door and ripped the remaining one clean off its hinges as he exited. Black cape swirling around him as he went.

"Why he always have to mess up my doors?" asked the bartender shaking his head.



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A/N: A story I wrote for Creative Writing, it was supposed to be a three parter but then things got all big and complicated and I realized that it would take more than three chapters to wrap this all up. To Jessie meeting Seth, to the confrontation with Zephry, to making the beginning of chapter one make sense. The first paragraph of 'Broken' is Jessie in the last and final chapter of this story, for people to get it totally you'd have to read the whole story which well...isn't here. I have no intention of continuing with this in the present as I have a lot of stories on fanfiction.net that I would like to work on first. But maybe some day I'll come back to 'Broken' and get it finished.