Post by Caitlynn Arie on Jun 10, 2007 20:55:09 GMT -5
Wind blew along the streets of New York kicking up long forgotton trash and debris. This was the most dangerous side of the city.. the slums. It was normal to hear screams of terror and gunshots in this part of the city so the screams of a little girl went very much unnoticed by anyone hearing them.
Inside a small apartment an arguement raged. Her mother was too drunk to stop her step father from what he was doing to her.. she was only 10. The small form of a young girl crawled away from her attacker. Her clothes were ripped to the point of showing vital parts of her body. He was about to rape her again.. that was the thought going through her young mind. This was something a small girl should not even know about yet. This man that her mother had married just a year before had already beaten her mother today and her mother lay on the couch drunk to avoid the pain of the beating. His form was tall and flabby and his eyes were red from the booze he had consumed all day before the girl had gotten home from school. "Commere girl!" he slurred. A beefy hand reached into the small space she had crawled into for shelter. Normally he wasnt this persistant but today something was on him. Grabbing a small ankle he pulled her out scratching her shoulder on the wood under the bed. Kicking his hand she had hoped to get away but he only slapped her face making her nose and lip bleed. His hand went to her clothes and ripped them off he picked her up and took her to her mother's bedroom. Stripping her naked and undoing his pants he did what he wanted. Caitlynn pleaded with him to stop her small body ripping and tearing from the invasion; her protests and screams going unheeded by her tormentor. When he was finished he left her there huddled into a ball and went to the bar on the corner.
When she heard him leave, Caitlynn drug her battered and bruised body to her own bedroom. Blood poured down her legs as she grabbed a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Tears ran down her face as she got into the shower and washed herself, her private parts extremely sore to the touch. She got out and put her clothes on then headed to her bedroom. Packing her backpack with as much clothes as she could carry, she grabbed her teddy bear and her pillow and a small blanket and left the house forever.
It was at Grand Central that he found her, huddled into a corner with the rest of the strays. Stopping the man in the black coat just watched the girl for a few minutes. She barely moved. After going and grabbing a sandwich and coke he returned to the spot and watched her some more; the food uneaten in his hand. When she looked at him and the food with hungry eyes he motioned her over. Shaking her head she shrunk back against the wall as far as she could go. The man moved closer to her and the small girl flinched back. "Hey.." he said softly in a warm, gentle voice. "Im not going to hurt ya girlie." he laid the food at her feet and walked away. This went on for several days until she began to trust him. Thus he took her in and began her training. His name was Alex Murphey. When Caitlynn was 15 she had become an accomplished thief. She would steal just about anything she took a liking to and earned a very good living at it. Murphey took a percentage of her take though.. for her training he said. There came a time when she was sent out to a home to take the safe. This was a cake job she was told and so she went alone with no back up. She entered the stately mansion and went into the office, finding the safe just as she was told. Bending down to crack the safe she didnt hear the soft footsteps of the owner behind her. She was grabbed and drug to the bedroom of the owner. The opulance was lost on her because she was thrown to the bed. "Hellow.. sexy!" came a gruff voice. Flashbacks of the assult with her step father came to her and she began struggling. "Hey fight me.." he said as he became more arroused. "It turns me on.." The man wore nothing but a pair of drawstring pajama pants and was very well built. "You come in here to steal from me you're gonna pay.. with that tight lil pussy I bet you have!" He said as he pounced on her. Struggling as he hit her almost senseless she moaned as he ripped her clothes and proceeded to pull his down. She began fighting harder as the barriers between them were lowered. Taking several blows to her head she was knocked unconscious for a short time but woke to find him inside her and his mouth sucking on her throat. He trailed a wet mouth up to her's and said into her lips.. "I've marked you little slut." he said as he grunted and pushed above her. Caitlynn had tears in her eyes as she reached for the lamp beside the bed and broke it over his head. The man went limp on top of her and she shoved him off as she sobbed with degredation. She got up and borrowed some of his clothes as her's were torn to shreds and when she turned back to check on him the man was dead. After ransacking his house and taking any and all money she could find she went into the office and cracked the safe taking the money and documents that she was supposed to plus anything else of value keeping them for herself. She left the house not caring what happened to the man.. she herself still crying.
She went back home and told her friend about what happened and then told him she wanted to learn how to fight so that it never happened again. He gave her the name of a friend of his and she began her training. The man's name was Mark Winslow.
By the time she was 19 she was doing hits for her teachers as well as thieving anything she was told to. The two men congradulated themselves and took her into the underground to work. Earning more money than she ever dreamed, she didnt really care what was going on till she came across documents. Things were getting to sticky for her tastes and so she hopped a ship..
Caitlynn woke to the sounds of hissing fire and screams. Getting dressed she headed topside and found the whole of the ship on fire and the boats gone. --Shit-- she thought irritated that she had slept through this. Grabbing only what she could carry she dove overboard...
She woke on a beach. Not knowing what had happened to her in the ocean only thankful that she had survived. Checking she found that her guns were useless.. but she had her knives tho.. Getting up, she brushed herself off and began the long trek into what looked like a city.
Inside a small apartment an arguement raged. Her mother was too drunk to stop her step father from what he was doing to her.. she was only 10. The small form of a young girl crawled away from her attacker. Her clothes were ripped to the point of showing vital parts of her body. He was about to rape her again.. that was the thought going through her young mind. This was something a small girl should not even know about yet. This man that her mother had married just a year before had already beaten her mother today and her mother lay on the couch drunk to avoid the pain of the beating. His form was tall and flabby and his eyes were red from the booze he had consumed all day before the girl had gotten home from school. "Commere girl!" he slurred. A beefy hand reached into the small space she had crawled into for shelter. Normally he wasnt this persistant but today something was on him. Grabbing a small ankle he pulled her out scratching her shoulder on the wood under the bed. Kicking his hand she had hoped to get away but he only slapped her face making her nose and lip bleed. His hand went to her clothes and ripped them off he picked her up and took her to her mother's bedroom. Stripping her naked and undoing his pants he did what he wanted. Caitlynn pleaded with him to stop her small body ripping and tearing from the invasion; her protests and screams going unheeded by her tormentor. When he was finished he left her there huddled into a ball and went to the bar on the corner.
When she heard him leave, Caitlynn drug her battered and bruised body to her own bedroom. Blood poured down her legs as she grabbed a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Tears ran down her face as she got into the shower and washed herself, her private parts extremely sore to the touch. She got out and put her clothes on then headed to her bedroom. Packing her backpack with as much clothes as she could carry, she grabbed her teddy bear and her pillow and a small blanket and left the house forever.
It was at Grand Central that he found her, huddled into a corner with the rest of the strays. Stopping the man in the black coat just watched the girl for a few minutes. She barely moved. After going and grabbing a sandwich and coke he returned to the spot and watched her some more; the food uneaten in his hand. When she looked at him and the food with hungry eyes he motioned her over. Shaking her head she shrunk back against the wall as far as she could go. The man moved closer to her and the small girl flinched back. "Hey.." he said softly in a warm, gentle voice. "Im not going to hurt ya girlie." he laid the food at her feet and walked away. This went on for several days until she began to trust him. Thus he took her in and began her training. His name was Alex Murphey. When Caitlynn was 15 she had become an accomplished thief. She would steal just about anything she took a liking to and earned a very good living at it. Murphey took a percentage of her take though.. for her training he said. There came a time when she was sent out to a home to take the safe. This was a cake job she was told and so she went alone with no back up. She entered the stately mansion and went into the office, finding the safe just as she was told. Bending down to crack the safe she didnt hear the soft footsteps of the owner behind her. She was grabbed and drug to the bedroom of the owner. The opulance was lost on her because she was thrown to the bed. "Hellow.. sexy!" came a gruff voice. Flashbacks of the assult with her step father came to her and she began struggling. "Hey fight me.." he said as he became more arroused. "It turns me on.." The man wore nothing but a pair of drawstring pajama pants and was very well built. "You come in here to steal from me you're gonna pay.. with that tight lil pussy I bet you have!" He said as he pounced on her. Struggling as he hit her almost senseless she moaned as he ripped her clothes and proceeded to pull his down. She began fighting harder as the barriers between them were lowered. Taking several blows to her head she was knocked unconscious for a short time but woke to find him inside her and his mouth sucking on her throat. He trailed a wet mouth up to her's and said into her lips.. "I've marked you little slut." he said as he grunted and pushed above her. Caitlynn had tears in her eyes as she reached for the lamp beside the bed and broke it over his head. The man went limp on top of her and she shoved him off as she sobbed with degredation. She got up and borrowed some of his clothes as her's were torn to shreds and when she turned back to check on him the man was dead. After ransacking his house and taking any and all money she could find she went into the office and cracked the safe taking the money and documents that she was supposed to plus anything else of value keeping them for herself. She left the house not caring what happened to the man.. she herself still crying.
She went back home and told her friend about what happened and then told him she wanted to learn how to fight so that it never happened again. He gave her the name of a friend of his and she began her training. The man's name was Mark Winslow.
By the time she was 19 she was doing hits for her teachers as well as thieving anything she was told to. The two men congradulated themselves and took her into the underground to work. Earning more money than she ever dreamed, she didnt really care what was going on till she came across documents. Things were getting to sticky for her tastes and so she hopped a ship..
Caitlynn woke to the sounds of hissing fire and screams. Getting dressed she headed topside and found the whole of the ship on fire and the boats gone. --Shit-- she thought irritated that she had slept through this. Grabbing only what she could carry she dove overboard...
She woke on a beach. Not knowing what had happened to her in the ocean only thankful that she had survived. Checking she found that her guns were useless.. but she had her knives tho.. Getting up, she brushed herself off and began the long trek into what looked like a city.
