The Hunter

[Sanguine Frozen Boy]

She tried her hardest to stare directly into the sun and although she was squinting, it was impossible. She wondered to herself exactly what the sun of the New York system looked like and despite textbook pictures, she was still unconvinced. She could see neutron stars, so why not regular ones? Underneath the sun was her favorite place to nap she said quite often especially since there was no up or down in space.

Her thoughts were interupted by her ice cream cone melting down to her hand which stained the bandage that covered it. Her black cat like ears lowered in distaste as her free hand took the ice cream cone. She hated the bandage even if it did match her black short sleeved shirt. Her left hand momentarily wavered above her shorts and then caught the railing, wiping it off there rather than her own clothes. She looked upon the metal railing and in the reflection saw her own white hair and pale skin.

Her 7th birthday had come and gone and the only thing she had recieved was a change of the bandage and a few credits to spend. One of the things she had spent it on was the ice cream she was now holding along with a bag of gummy bears which she had in her backpack. She was quite used to traveling often and loved to see new places and above all else, she loved to watch her father fight. For a moment she looked at the ice cream and remembered her mothers words to share good things with others.

She looked to her left at the beach where many people bathed in the sun and where the line of shops were. She looked directly behind her at the shop she had bought the ice cream from. Then she looked to her right at a towering figured leaning on the railing. She liked the big black boots, but she hated the the rest of the dull colored gear. The vest, the belt, the gloves, it all could go. What absolutely had to go was the helmet which masked the figure completely. So she did what she thought neccessary and offered the rest of the ice cream.

"Father, would you like some of my ice cream?" She looked up at him with her yellowish eyes eagerly. Her father looked down to her for a moment, his left hand reaching delicately to the cone in her hands. She always noted that his left arm was shaky and she had heard that pirates had captured him and tortured him. One of the things they had done was inscribe their signitures on his arm, with razors. Her father lifted the ice cream cone and stared into it for a moment before dropping it over the railing into the sea.

"No Samantha, soldiers are not weak." She watched it as it slowly fell into the water. After a moment it resurfaced and began to distill. She looked up into her fathers eyes which were fixed on hers. Glowing yellow eyes, the eyes of the hunter. She always felt eerie and had never seen him without those eyes, or rather, she didn't remember seeing him in any other way. Although she herself would get them, she had not seen a hint of them in herself yet. Her father stopped looking upon her and continued to look out to sea. She knew well what it was he was looking upon, but she could not remember precisely why. The wreckage of a ship that had entered the atmosphere backwards and landed in the sea. Although her father had a new ship, for some reason, he always came here to look at the old one. The doctors stated that she had a mild form of amnesia that was common for younger children who had been through as much as her. They never told her "what" she had been through and she could never remember.

Before she could regret trying to be nice to him, he turned and began walking away."Come on, we've got work to do."

"Yes father." She quickly fell in behind him, worried she might dissapoint him.

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