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Melinda Headshot by shobonimaster
Melinda Headshot

Okay, so since I half-assed her face so much I decided to two a quick and messy bust of Melinda.

My idea for it is despite the decidedly masculine way she tends to dress, she DOES look quite feminine as a result of be physically 20 with eternal young. It also makes the fact she fight’s dirtier than the average thug and will gladly go for a groin shot during a sword fight all the more jarring.

I drew her with a simple and neutral expression to highlight her eyes 


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Melinda stared up at the brilliant rainbow of colors filtering through the stained glass windows. It bathed the inside of the darkened church in subdued color that only enhanced her sombre mood, yet somehow relaxed her when coupled with the promise of safety that holy ground provided. It was a strange kind of solace that almost cleared her troubled mind and made her forget everything.

She didn’t even stir when she felt the familiar buzz, the almost charge in the air warning of another immortal and then heard the familiar sound of bare foot-paws on the carpeted aisle.

“I’m starting to see why you moved here, Kai, even though I have no idea how you don’t stick out like a sore thumb hanging around this place while looking like that,” she said.

Kai was a grey wolf, a member of a long thinned out tribe commonly known to history as the Wolf Pack. A man appearing to be around 30 with long and thick white hair pulled into a braid that Amy had once told her made her sincerely envious. He wore blue jeans held up with a silver buckle that was inlaid with tortoise stones and a brown leather jacket over a white t-shirt.

“I manage,” he sat down on the pew next to her, “Besides, it’s worth it for the built-in security system that living on holy ground includes.”

“I can’t really argue, it would be wonderful if I wasn’t perpetually afraid the church would collapse on me,” she chuckled.

“The building’s insured, so you’re fine,” Kai leaned his head back into his hands and crossed one leg over the other.

“Gee, that’s real reassuring,” she teased.

They sat in silence for a moment before Kai spoke again, causing her to let out a sigh of relief that she didn’t have to be the one to bring it up.

“You seem troubled, anything you want to talk about?” He asked.

“You remember Maxwell, right?” She asked.

“How could I forget him? I still remember the night you adopted him,” Kai answered.

“Yeah, it was quite a night,” Melinda drifted off into her own memories.


“Just try to relax, okay? You’re safe now.” Melinda threw a second bloodied rag into the bowl of water and began to wet a fresh one.

Max now sat in the hotel bed, his back leaning against the pillows and the blanket over his legs. She had started to clean his wounds, most of which luckily seemed to be superficial and just in need of bandages. The only major wound she had found was his eye, and she was still trying to work out how she was going to treat it.

The child gave her a worried glance as someone knocked on the door and calmly called inside.

“Melissa, are you there?” The voice said.

“It’s okay Max, it’s just my friend,” she said, “You can come in, Kai!”

The door creaked open and Kai slipped inside, “I saw you running back inside from my window, were being pursued?”

“No, I just had to get him back here before someone saw,” she said, watching as Kai followed her gaze to Max,

“Melissa, what happened here?” Kai quickly rushed over where he could get a better look.

“He was attacked, but I took care of it. He’s an orphan, so I brought him back here to treat his wounds because I doubt any hospital would care about him,” she crouched back down and went to work cleaning another of the cuts.

“His eye…” Kai trailed off.

“I know, I’m not even sure how I’m going to deal with that so I’m concentrating on getting him cleaned up.” Melissa felt Max grab one of her arms, “What’s wrong?”

“Melissa, are my eyes going to stop working?” Max asked.

“Honey, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for the one that’s already hurt, but your other eye is going to be fine,” she wrapped an arm around him, “it’s just going to be a little tough to get used to at first.”

“So I’m going to be okay?” Max asked.

“You’re going to be fine, all you need to do now is relax so I can finish taking care of you.” she said, “I just to need my friend here to find some supplies since we don’t happen to have any.”

“You were the one that said it would be pointless to carry such things around,” Kai said.

“Well, now I’m saying we obviously do need them.” she said.

“Just finish up here first so I know what we need,” Kai sat down on the end of the bed, “I’ll have to figure something out down at the general store.”

She merely laughed and turned back to Max, “I know it still hurts, but I need to gte your face cleaned up so I can see better, okay?”

He shook his head and she gently tilted his face back before dabbing at the wound on his cheek, “I might just get your eye covered for tonight so you can get some rest, it looks like the bleeding has stopped, anyway,”


“Yes, Max?” she answered.

“Who's gonna take care of me when you have to leave?” Max asked.

“I’ve actually been thinking about that, and I had an idea,” she said, “How would you like to come with us?”

“Can I really?” Max’s eyes lit up.

“I don’t see why not, I’m sure Kai doesn’t mind.” she gently patted Max on the head.

“I’m merely the student, so I couldn’t stop you bringing him even I wanted to,” Kai grinned.

“It’s settled then, as soon as you’re feeling better you’ll be on that boat out with us,” she said.

“Thank you,” Max hugged her, catching her off guard for a moment before she
came around and hugged him back


“You told me later that it was one of us who did that to him, an arctic fox named Isa,” Kai’s voice brought her back to reality, “That eye never did heal as as well I would hope but he learned to cope with it.”

“Kai, Isa’s back.” Melinda’s voice was barely above a whisper, “He’s working with Eggman.”

“So I’m guessing he found a way around the arm and leg you took from him?” he asked.

“Cybernetics of some kind, no clue how he survived that long without them because that’s recent tech,” she said, staring down at her feet.

“Did he challenge you?” Kai asked.

“No, but…” she tailed off, not wanting to say the word out loud.

“What’s wrong, Melissa?” Kai shifted in his seat and leaned down to see her face.

“The bastard threatened Miles, and Cream,” she struggled to remain calm, “He also mentioned Amy but I think that was a bluff because he’s not even that arrogant to think she’s an easy target.”

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” Kai placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to protect him, or protect anybody because I won’t be able to face that monster,” she shook with a combination of anger and fear.

“You won’t fail them, and neither will I,” Kai said softly.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to ask,” she cracked a small smile.

“You don’t have to. I’ll always stand by you, and that includes keeping that promise I made to you that I would help watch out for Miles. The promise that also extends to the admittedly strange circle of friends you to seem to be attracting.” Kai grinned, “who I guess are are my strange friends as well, the way things are going.”

“It’s not that strange, Kai.”

“A vixen, her adopted kit, two hedgehogs, an echidna, a rabbit and her daughter…” Kai trailed off.

“Okay, maybe a little strange..” Melinda chuckled, beginning to calm down.

“Friendship is a funny thing, it often knows no boundaries,” Kai said with a gentle laugh.

“Thank, Kai. It’s good to know you have my back in this,” Melinda said.

“Glad I can help,” he said.

The room fell silent until Melinda worked up the courage to ask her final question, it was something that was painful for her to even think about, but something she had to know, none-the-less.  

“Kai, there’s one more thing I need. Something serious that I need to know and hear straight from you to ease my mind,” she said.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I know Miles has Sonic and they’re like brothers, so he wouldn’t be alone, but if something ever happens to me, can you help look after him?” she once again hid her face.

“Of course, I’ve made that promise to all your children and it still stands. Whether you’re here or not I’ll be there for him,” he put an arm around her shoulders, to which she didn’t protest.

“Thank you, Kai. I don’t like to think about it but I know he’d be lost without me and having you there would help him pull through,” her eyes began to tear up.

“Just do me one favor and try not to call on that promise, no matter how I much need to spend more time with him, there’s ways that don’t involve a funeral.” Kai said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll try to hold out a few more centuries,” she couldn’t help but laugh, “I’ll also make sure we make some plans.”

“Maybe once this is all settled,” Kai’s face expression grew serious, “Now, do you want to just wait it out, or make the first move?”

The sudden shift in conversation, as well Kai’s forwardness shocked her because she had always seen him as someone to take a defensive stance and never seek conflict. Had Isa’s threats combined with the wolf’s own first-hand knowledge of what he was capable of proved to be a breaking point just like it was for her?

“Kai, I…” she made no effort to hide her shock.

“Bloodshed may not be an outcome to strive for, but sometimes conflict is the lesser of two evils if it means stopping innocent blood from being spilled,” he gently removed his arm from around her.

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t try to stop me if I decided to hunt him down?” she asked.

“No, because I know you’d be fighting for the right reasons.” Kai said.

“I think you have more faith in me than I do myself,” she said.

“Melissa, you lived with my pack and helped raise me. Do you think I could see anything other than good in the woman that tucked me in on so many cold winter nights and held me when I had nightmares?” he asked.

“I guess not,” it was all she said aloud, but she mentally finished the statement, “how can I expect someone who might as well be one of my own children to see my flaws?”

There was yet another long silence before Kai finally spoke again, alleviating the awkwardness and easing the tension that had slowly began to fill the air between them.

“Whatever you decide, we need a plan to keep everyone safe,” he said.

“Sonic was there, so he already knows about the threats and I could talk to him about keeping an extra eye on Miles, even though he’s a smart kid that can take care of himself if he has to. You’re Vanilla’s friend so you could keep an eye on her and Cream,” Melinda said.

“It might also be wise to figure out WHY and he’s working with Eggman,” Kai said, “knowledge is often a valuable weapon.”

“I’d say two maniacs causing trouble, but I’d be lying if I said it made sense for someone with a calculated purpose like Eggman to be working together with someone as unpredictable and hedonistic as Isa seems to be, there’s also one other troubling factor…” she trailed off.

“What?” Kai asked

“That robot was programmed to target me, the only reason it stopped is because Eggman’s usual obsession compelled him to include an emergency over-ride that made Sonic a target of opportunity,” Melinda said.

“Could Isa have informed him about you?” Kai leaned back in the pew.

“That wouldn’t make me a priority, even Miles is a bigger threat to him than me when he has his gadgets and plane at his disposal.” Melinda sighed in frustration and leaned back in defeat, “Now that I think about it, none of it makes any sense. Has he finally just gone off the deep end?”

“That might explain their alliance, but it doesn’t give in any insight into how they crossed paths for it to happen,” Kai said.

“Yeah, I highly doubt they belong to the same social circles,” Melinda rubbed her eyes and ran a hand a through her hair, “normally I wouldn’t care why that whackjob does anything because he’d not known for picking good friends, but this is extreme even for him and it bothers me that I’m suddenly on his hit list.”

“Could you get any information out of Rouge?” Kai asked, “she’s often well-informed.

“The thief? How do I know I could even trust her when she’d worked for Eggman herself?” Melinda said, shock evident in her voice.

“She may be a thief and not above working for him if it means a shot at the emeralds or a chance to rip off GUN, but she’s no monster and no murderer,” Kai answered.

“You mean might side with us if she understands what kind of bastard Isa is?” Melinda asked.

“That’s a colorful way of putting it, but yes. I’ve seen her interactions with everyone and she doesn’t strike as someone that would ever actually bring someone unjust harm like that,” Kai said.

“True, but I’m afraid enlisting her help might entail telling her more than I feel comfortable with, that is if she hasn’t already somehow found out,” Melinda stared up at the stained-glass, “of course, even knowing I’m alive would tip her-off that something’s up.”

“She’ll find out about us sooner or later, it’s not like she’s someone we can keep it a secret from,” Kai joined followed her gaze to the window, “beautiful, aren’t they? To think of the amount of work that went into creating them.”

“Yes, and they also remind me of someone,” Melinda almost lost herself in another memory before snapping back to reality. There was no more time for reminiscing, “but that’s not important right now. We have a plan and we have to start moving before Isa makes another play.”

“Doesn’t Rouge own a Casino around here? We could check in with her before we part ways,” Kai stood and headed down the aisle towards the door.

“Are you offering back-up, or offering to keep from throttling someone if things don’t go as planned?” Melinda teased as she caught up with him.

“A little of both,” he grinned.  

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So cold.

Her body was almost numb from the cold rain that soaked her clothing and pelt by the time she reached the old warehouse. She rubbed her hands and cracked her knuckles, trying to restore the feeling back to them as her thin leather gloves had done little to keep them warm.

The echo of her own boots on the concrete and the sound of the rain on the metal roof we’re the only sounds warding off the deafening silence as she made her way to the back of the building in search of what she came for. A silent prayer echoed in her mind that she wouldn’t be too late.

She stopped when she noticed the figure standing under one of few fluorescent lights that still functioned. Her heart jumped into her throat when she noticed the fresh blood staining his white clothes.

“I swear if you’ve hurt them,” her voice was quiet and weak.

“I was merely entertaining them until you got here, it’s not my fault if they couldn’t handle a little roughhousing.” The figure said.

“Where are they?” she dug her nails into her palm and did her best to avert his gaze.

He merely laughed and backed into the shadows, causing her to give chase through the darkness until she followed him into a dusty back office where he stood behind a desk covered in a blood-soaked cloth.

“Oh God, no..” she barely had the strength to speak.

“Sorry, I haven’t been able to clean this mess up,” He ripped off the cloth and she stood frozen for what felt like an entirety as her world fell apart.

What only looked like a gnarled mess of white and orange fur stained with red laid curled up on the table, barely breathing.

“No,” she stepped forward, not wanting to believe what she was seeing until one of it’s eyelids shot open to reveal a familiar sky-blue eye staring back at her.

“Please no,” tears flowed down her face as she she reached out and placed a trembling hand on his shoulder.

“Mom, it hurts. Please make it stop.” he choked.

“MIles, no,’ she scooped him up her arms, not caring about the blood quickly staining her fur and clothing, and carefully placed his head against her chest, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, I’m sorry this happened. Please forgive me.”

“I’m scared,” he barely spoke above a strained whisper.

“It’s okay now, mama’s here now,” she hugged him as tightly as she could in some desperate hope that it would be enough to save him, “I promise, it’ll be okay now.”

Tears ran freely and she began to sob as she felt him draw his last breath and go limp,  “Oh God, please no. Please don’t take him from me, I can’t..” she could only cry and continue to cradle him in her arms.

“Touching, I can’t wait to show you what’s left of the other one.” The figure interupted.

“You monster, you son of a bitch. I’ll kill you,” she choked through the tears.

“You’ll try,” he said.

Instead of answering, she peeled of her trenchcoat and used to cover Miles as she laid his body down, “Here honey, you can have this to keep warm. Just think of it as mama tucking you into bed one last time.”

She forced herself to let go and stood up, defeated and caring about nothing else but ending this.

“You know, I’m surprised how much longer he lasted than the other one,” the figure held out his arm and a blue ribbon that had been nearly dyed red dangled from this hand.

“Go to hell!” she screamed, drawing her knife and lunging at the figure.

The blade sunk deep into his side as she forced him back against the wall. Rage stripped of her any semblance of self control and she withdrew the blade only to strike again and again. Hot blood splattered against her with and soaked her glove with each blow, but in her fury she didn’t care because only one obsessive and primal thought filled her mind.

Eventually, she tired and and the assault stopped. Blood ran from the figure’s mouth and he merely laughed as he coughed up even more.

“What’s so funny? Does something about dying amuse you?” she drew her sword and held it to his throat.

“No, seeing you enjoying yourself like this is what amuses me,” he choked.
Melinda froze and found herself unable to respond as the simple observation sliced into her like a knife.

“You’ve already given in to the bloodlust, to the your primal rage. Why stop now when you could embrace it,” he reached up and pulled the blade tighter against his own neck, drawing blood.

“It’s not like that, you killed him. You deserve this,” her voice shook.

“What’s the matter, afraid of becoming just like me?”

The sound of thunder shook the small room and a flash of lightning filled it from the window. In that instant the scene before her flickered and she caught only the quickest glimpse of matted black hair and emerald eyes staring back at her before the room went dark and she heard a single light hum to life behind her.

She took one last strained breath and turned around to see it lighting the desk like a spotlight and gagged as she noticed something now stuck in body, stabbed through the coat. A familiar silver handled dagger with a blue jewel in the pommel, the same one she noticed now missing from her hand.  

Just like me

The words echoed in her head as she collapsed to the floor and passed out.


Melinda shot up in bed, panting, and ran her hand through her sweat drenched hair. Tears still ran down her cheeks as she tried to force herself to calm down.

“Just a nightmare, just a horrible nightmare,” she whispered to herself, “just..”

The worst of the muddled images racing through her head came to the surface and she quickly fished out the trash can that sat under the night stand, nearly burying her face in it as she gagged. She felt her body shake and convulse with panic as she struggled to make sense of it all and remind herself that wasn’t real.

Despite her efforts, the fresh memory of her son going cold in her arms ached like a bullet through the heart, even if it was nothing more than a dream. It was like her worst fear was made reality for those brief few moments and she couldn’t push the images out of her mind. It was real enough that the smell of rusted iron still filled her nostrils and she could still feel the warm blood soaking into her fur.
The worst of it finally passed and she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, accepting the fact she was likely finished sleeping for the night, she grabbed her coat off the door before stepping out in the hall.

She froze midway through putting it on as she noticed the dark stains on Miles bedroom door across the hall, until she realized it was merely dirty oil and grease smeared across the door like so many nights before. The door was already was open a crack and she carefully nudged it open far enough to peer into the dimly lit room.

MIles laid peacefully in bed, seemly undisturbed by the various engine fluids caked in his fur or now smeared all over the covers and pillow. It would annoy most parents to think about the cleaning job in the morning, but she honestly found it kind of cute because his enthusiasm for engineering reminded her of the first time she saw a steam engine and the ensuing obsession with technology and tinkering with it that it sparked within her.

Content that he was safe, she gently pulled the door closed and continued down the hall towards the glass doors that lead out to the second-floor deck. As much as she’d would’ve loved to get him in a bear hug, grease and all, she didn’t want to wake him when he had obviously worn himself out so thoroughly.

A chill cut right through the thin sweatpants and tank-top she had worn to bed as she stepped out, even through her coat, but that was of little concern to her because she needed the fresh air to clear her head and help her think.

She began to wonder if she had inadvertently put her friends, and even her own son in danger simply by being in their lives, if she had just convinced herself that she could protect them out of some kind of selfish desire to have the children she could never bear as an immortal and the friendships that were often hard to maintain with others like herself. Had she only hurt them by staying? Had she only been been lucky for so many centuries that her mere existence didn’t lead to pain and suffering for those she cared about?

Would it better if she just left right now and left no way for them to follow? Left Miles with Sonic and hoped one of them would come up something to tell the others to make it hurt less. She knew that it would hurt Miles deeply to just abandon him, but would it be worth it if that kept him safe from the danger she was always in, made it so his battles with Eggman would be all he had to deal with?

The thought hurt her and made her heart ache, but she truly had to wonder if that would be the right thing.

No,“ The word echoed in her mind from somewhere deep inside.

“I’m here now and I promise I won’t leave you,” Her own words spoken not long ago to Cream.

“I’ll be right here for you no matter what, okay?” Words spoken to Miles the same night, a second promise.

No matter what, she would find a way to stay and protect them. No matter what her own doubts were, she could not break those promises. It wouldn’t be easy and she’d have to face that monster again, but she would stand and fight to protect everything she loved.

As if on cue, she heard the door sliding open behind her.

“Mom, why are you standing outside in your PJs and trenchcoat at 3AM?” Miles asked.

“I just needed some fresh air,” she lied.

“Are you feeling okay, Mom?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“I’m fine, kiddo. How about I tuck you back into bed?” she crouched down and rubbed his head.

“Aren’t I getting a little old for that?” he smiled.

“Let’s find out,” she quickly slid her arm behind his shoulders and hooked the other arm behind his legs before lifting him into the air as she stood, “ I can still do this, so I guess not.”

“You can lift Vanilla and she’s almost as big as you are, I don’t know if this is really fair,” he instinctively put an arm around her neck for support.

“Who said anything about fair, you said yourself I don’t fight fair so why should I start now?” she chuckled.

“You can be annoying sometimes, but I still love you,” he yawned and leaned his head against her chest.

“I love you to,” she kissed his forehead and carefully started back through the house, flinching at the taste.

“Mouthful of gas?” he asked sleepily without moving a muscle or opening his eyes, “sorry, I was to tired to wash off tonight.”

“It’s okay, I’ll live,” she carefully opened his bedroom door and stepped inside, this time taking note of the damage, mainly consisting of greasy footprints and the aforementioned stains on his bed.

After carefully pulling the blankets down she gently laid him down on the bed, making sure head his head was comfortably resting his pillow. She felt his arm slide free and he rolled over on his his side to face her as she pulled the cover over him and and let her arm lay over his shoulder.

“Goodnight, Mom,” he yawned.

“Goodnight, honey,” she remained crouched next to the bed for quite sometime, letting the last lingering images of the nightmare be replaced, the sound of his breathing comforting her and serving as a reminder that he was okay this time.  

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Melinda’s shirts laid in a heap on the kitchen counter, the bloodstains now already beginning to oxidize and turn a dark red. One of her bra straps laid loose over her shoulder and the white towel she was using to contain bleeding from wound was beginning to stain bright red with blood as she dug around in the wound with a pair of forceps.

Memories flooded back to her as she became lost in her own thoughts while undertaking the repetitive action


“Melessa, are you okay? You haven’t said anything since..” He trailed off, not wanting to upset her.

“I’ll be fine, Kai,”

The two sat around a campfire, having stopped a few hours outside the port-side settlement from which they planned to take a boat off Angel Island, which sat off the coast from what they then knew as the newly founded United States on the North American continent, and back to the mainland.  

A shiver ran down her spine and she pulled her cloak tighter around herself for warmth. Although it helped her blend in, the thin cotton shirt and long skirt she had picked up wasn’t much for warmth out here in the damp and cold coastal air. She was thankful that the leather shoes at least kept her feet warm and that she didn’t opt for sandals.

“You know, it’s not your fault and that creature has been thrown in a cage now thanks to you. The beating you gave him rendered him unable to run away,” Kai stared into the campfire.

“If I would’ve just got there faster I could’ve saved him, could’ve done something besides having that child die in my arms,”

“The creator had claimed him long before you got there, you did all you could by making sure he didn’t have to be alone when he slipped away into the next world. I’m sure he’s at peace now and thankful you we’re there,”

“There was one thing I could’ve done, I could’ve finished the job and put him in the grave instead of a cell,” Her voice was cold, yet carried an unmistakable anger.

“Would that have brought the child back? Would taking his life have accomplished any task but feeding your rage and thirst for revenge?” He remained calm.

“I just, I can’t understand it. I can’t understand why that child was allowed to die while a monster like that goes on living,” she wrapped her arms around herself.
“As much as we want to find a reason in everything, evil often feeds on chaos and acts without reason. Trying to understand it can sometimes be a dangerous task because we risk letting it consume us,” He poked the campfire with a stick, moving about some of the now dwindling firewood,

“I know that, I know that all too well from 1000 years of living and fighting but that doesn’t make it hurt any less when I fail someone, especially a child,” she lowered her head, letting the cloak hide her face.

“You didn’t fail him, as I said: because you came to his aid he did not die alone and his killer had to answer for the crime,” He looked up at her, the fire’s light reflected off his sapphire eyes and highlighted the braid of white hair that now hung over his shoulder.  

“I just,” she trailed off, not wanting to risk crying where he could see.

“I know you have a mother’s heart, even if you’re infertile just like all of us, and I know the pain you feel when you lose a young one because you care about them so deeply,” he smiled.

“Kai…” she smiled in return, only her muzzle visible under the hood.

“I know you also understand that you do not have to be ashamed because your tears are not a weakness, for they show the compassion that separates a warrior from a murderer like him”

“When did you get to be so wise, Kai? I thought I was supposed your be YOUR teacher?” she took a deep breath.

“It’s been ten years now we’ve traveled together, I’ve learned a lot from you,” he let out a chuckle


She felt the familiar chill run down her spine as she quickly approached the sound of conflict.

Melinda had ventured out of the hotel for some fresh air and heard screaming coming from a storage building across the street. Her first instinct was to run to it, and run even faster at the horrifying realization that it was a child’s screams

She stopped in her tracks when she saw a figure leaning over a young boy, knife glistening in hand and wet with blood. Flashbacks rushed through her head of that night in the village and she silently promised herself it wouldn’t end that way again.

“Leave him alone,” she shouted, reaching for her sword. Her voice echoed off the ceiling off the large and empty building.

“I’m just having a little fun with him,” the man stood up and stared at her with icy blue eyes.

“It hurts, please stop,” the child cried

“It’s okay, child. I’ll make him leave you alone, one way or the other” She withdrew her sword from her coat.

The man turned back to the boy and leaned over him. He scrapped the knife’s tip over the boy’s forehead and watched the blood trickle down over his face.

“I said leave him alone!” She almost screamed the words, barely holding back her fury.

The man merely grinned and ran the blade down the boy’s cheek, “Why should I? He’s just another mortal that will soon die anyway. I’m merely speeding things up.”

“Because I’ll kill you if you don’t, is that a good enough reason?” She readied her sword.

“You’d really kill one of your own kind over this mortal child whom you don’t even know the name of of?” The man stood up and lifted the boy by the throat.

“I’ll do what I must, now put him down,” She said, an even hotter fury entering her voice.

The man tossed him down and drew his own sword, “Such a waste, but I do admit it’s been a long time since I took a head and I can’t say I won’t enjoy this. I’m sure you know how addictive that rush from a good quickening is,” he gave a wicked smile,” By the way, my name is Isa, in case you want to know your killer’s name.”

She stayed silent.

“Suddenly you’re not so chatty,” Isa approached her and threw out his arms, “Would you like the first shot?”

The clang of steel meeting steel filled the air and she swung and he blocked before shoving her blade aside. Isa countered by swinging his blade straight down, an attack she easily blocked with the flat of her blade before aiming a kick towards his groin, causing him to quickly jump back while she stepped away to avoid any potential counter attacks.

“Oh, you’re a feisty one aren’t you? I didn’t expect someone so determined to play hero would fight so dirty. I guess I’ll really have to teach you a lesson,” Isa quickly closed the distance and swung sideways, she easily ducked under the attack and brought her foot around to sweep his legs out from underneath him.

Isa rolled out of the way just as she attempted to run him through and sprang to his feet,

“Okay, I’m done playing around,” He lunged forward and attempted to stab her, to which she easily stepped to one side and brought her sword down on his arm.

She watched coldly as he stared down at the stump his forearm now terminated in, watched as he began to laugh as he stepped over the boy and drew his knife.

“Step away from him now and you can still walk away,” she said coldly.

Isa pressed the blade to the boy’s cheek, “why should I?”

“I’m warning you,” she said.

Without warning he dug the knife into the boy’s face and slice upward across his eye, eliciting a scream and more crying as the boy rolled over clutching his face.

“You son of a bitch,” she lunged forward, ready to strike until she noticed him raising the knife at the last minute. In one smooth movement she ducked and swung her sword, slicing through his leg and sending him to the ground.

She quickly stood up and placed her sword to his neck, ready to finish him off until she looked him in his eyes. She noticed for the first time that he looked deceptively young, not much older than 15. She also saw something else, she looked into those wild eyes and saw nothing but malice staring back at her. Reflected in those icy blue irises she saw something that truly scared her, she saw herself being consumed by his darkness and losing herself to it if she struck. She withdrew her blade and hesitated for a moment.

“What’s wrong, scared of something,” he laughed

In one fluid motion she flicked the weapon and sliced across his eye, “When you wake up, I want you to drag yourself out of here and never cross me again, you understand?”


She stabbed the blade into his heart and twisted, waiting for him to go limp before turning and making her way towards the child as she sheathed her weapon.


“Please don’t hurt me,” the boy sobbed.

“It’s okay, he won’t hurt you anymore,” she crouched down and gently placed a hand on his bare shoulder.

He continued to sob and tried to brush her hand aside.

“Honey, I’m here to help. I’m not going to hurt you,” she rubbed his shoulder, and he shook under her touch.

“It hurts, please make it stop,” he sobbed.

She attempted to help him up, but he instinctively kept struggling against her efforts, thinking quickly, she pulled off her cloak and laid it over him like a blanket. He seemed to relax and actually let her arm remain on his shoulder this time.

“See, honey. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to help if you’ll let me,” she said softly.

He curled up under the cloak for warmth and quieted down a little. She gently hooked her other arm underneath him and he him wrapped the cloak tightly around himself as she sat him up. He whimpered as she sat down and pulled him close, hugging him.

“Promise you won’t hurt me?” he choked out.

“I promise, and I also promise I won’t let anything else happen to you.” she rubbed his back.

The child finally relaxed and snuggled in closer to her. She could feel the blood soaking her chest as he let his head lay against her. She would have to stop the bleeding quickly once she calmed him down enough.

“My name is Max,” he said, now much calmer as he held onto her.

“I’m Melissa, “ she said.

“That’s a pretty name.”

“Thank you,” she said with a small smile

He was silent for a moment before speaking again, “Melissa?”

“Yes, Max?”

“I’m not going to die, am I?” He started to shake again.

“Of course not, honey. We’ll find your parents and get you to a hospital,” she pulled him a little closer.

“I don’t have any, I’m an orphan,” he said.

“Then you can come back to my hotel room with me and I can help you,” she said.

“Really?” he finally sounded somewhat happy.

“Of course, I’ll even carry you, come on,” she adjusted her grip, placing one arm around his shoulders and the other around his legs to support him before lifting him up off the ground.

“Thank you,” he laid his head on her shoulder and quickly fell asleep.

The bullet hit the metal sink with a clang, followed by the forceps. She could already feel the familiar tingle, almost like static electricity as the wound closed up and left behind nothing but a red stain on her fur. The memory brought a smile to her face because she could seek solace in the fact that she saved that child’s life and those moments spent comforting him and carrying him back to her room where she treated his wounds shown brighter than any of her fears and regrets about that day.

“Mom, are you okay?”

The familiar voice snapped her out of her daze and she slid her bra strap back into place before turning around.

“Of course, I just got caught up helping Sonic deal with one of Eggman’s robots and the tin can got in a lucky shot, nothing serious,” She smiled.

“Sonic was telling me about that, he also said something about me making you a lightsaber?” Miles said quizzically.

“He thought maybe it would be a good idea for me to actually carry a weapon that can take those things out, since I lack armor piercing spines or rotor-blades attached to my butt,” she chuckled.

“You know it’s not a bad idea…” he trailed off in thought.

“Wait, could you actually build something like that? Could you actually make me a lazer sword?” She asked.

“Well I could probably...“ he suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes at her, “Hey, wouldn’t that violate some kind of rule about it being a fair fight if you used it in a duel?”

“Hey now, it would be strictly for robots. That would be low even by my loose standards and I’m shocked you think I’d sink to such levels,” Melinda playfully smirked at him.

“Just as well, you people are walking electrical conduits and stabbing another immortal with it would probably fry it-” Miles trailed off.

“Something wrong?” She asked.

“I just kind of realized how messed up that part of the whole immortal thing is.” He nervously rubbed his arm, obviously looking a little distressed.

Noticing this she slipped on her flannel over-shirt and crouched down to hug him, “Hey, not all of us are out for each others blood. I only fight when I have to some of my friends are even immortal, like Kai. We also do have the whole teacher and student tradition going for us,”

“Thanks, I guess it’s just kind of scary because it makes me realize there’s a way I COULD lose you,” He returned the hug before they separated

“Hey, you don’t live to be 1200 without learning to handle yourself in a fight. You don’t have to worry about a thing,” She playfully messed with his head-fur, “So, how about that new sword?”

“What color do you want?”

“Can you do blue?”

“Oh yeah.”
Cold as Ice, Chapter 2
In which we learn the beginning of her history with Frost Bite.
The phone rings and it all falls apart

The words pierce like a bullet

The shock sets in and I go numb

Words I never expected, never wanted to hear

It feels like my worse fears are coming true

I close my eyes tight

Trying to hide from this pain

Wishing it was all a dream

Praying it’s just a nightmare

But I can’t run away

The ride feels like an entirety

Deafening silence and dread

My heart races as I see the sign

The fear get’s worse with each mile we close

I’m praying and begging for a miracle and  

I close my eyes tight

Trying to hide from this pain

Wishing it was all a dream

Praying it’s just a nightmare

But I can’t run away

It feels like I’m walking death row

I will my shaking legs to move

I fight the fear that holds me like a stone

Each footstep bring me closer

God, please don’t let me be right

I close my eyes tight

Trying to hide from this pain

Wishing it was all a dream

Praying it’s just a nightmare

But I can’t run away

I hold your hand, I will the words to come out

I’m finally blinded by tears

I can’t hide the pain anymore

I can’t hold back the rain

My mind selfishly drifts away to anywhere but here

I wish I could open my eyes and be anywhere else

That I could look up and not be losing you

I wish we had more time, that God didn’t need you so bad

So I pray, and

I close my eyes tight

Trying to hide from this pain

Wishing it was all a dream

Praying it’s just a nightmare

But I can’t run away
Anywhere Else

This is actually something more personal I wrote when I lost my Mom.

Seriously though, I actually remembered to upload something here, even if it was a one-shot fanfic.
  • Mood: Neutral
  • Listening to: I Stand Alone from Quest for Camelot
  • Reading: An X-Files Novel Called Ground Zero
  • Watching: The X-Files.
  • Playing: Half-Life 2 (PC)
  • Eating: Nothing ATM
  • Drinking: Iced Tea


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Chris Snook
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Favourite genre of music: Country, Rock, Soft-Rock, Hair Meta;
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Favourite style of art: Anime, Furry, Cartooning, Fantasy
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Personal Quote: Theres morally wrong, and then theres "I don't have bail money" wrong

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