Finding Evelyn.

The Beginning

  It was a dim evening lit by few stars the night a bell rang out through the late evening. It was a familiar bell, it had rung many times in the small community for it was simply the bell of their local grocery store. A young woman emerged from said store with one of their plastic bags in hand containing a box of royle purple hair dye. Her bangs were icey white which greatly contrasted the rest of her long black hair that could blend into the night yet it looked lovely with her pale skin and crystal blue eyes. She wore a black trench coat and black slacks with a pair of grey tennis shoes that look fairly new and tidy. She continued down the concrete path she was quite used to walking from the numerous trips to the store that was right behind her passing only a few buildings that looked inhabited since they were in their closing hours. It would only take three blocks to get back to her house, yet she paused when she heard a cry. The cry made her movement stop instantly, she completely froze and listened closely to her surroundings.

Again the cry rang through the night, it was such a desperate cry that the lady felt a frantic need to find the source of the despair. Her long hair flowed behind her as she rushed into a near alley towards the origin of the wailing. The alley was dark, damp, and smelled of mold, it was no wonder the cry had rang in the women's head for the walls gave a nice, loud echo for the cries to bounce off of. Had it not been for the cries and whimpers the lady could have easily over looked the ricked old crate that held the infant. She knelt to get a closer view of the target, she saw the tiny infant shiver and now only whimper in company of something. The baby was quiet small obviously a premature birth yet to a further horror she noticed the infant was sickly pale, she quickly shimmied off her coat and carefully swaddled the baby in it hoping to prevent it from further endangerment. Her top was now reduced to a simple blue tight fitting sweater, but she was seemingly unaffected by the cold temperature of the icey night.

Though the lady now wore a scowl on her face, it was sadly not uncommon in this era for a premature infant to be left to fend for itself on the streets for an 'ideal' child was a strong one that had strong chances of success. She felt like she was going to blow a gasket! How could people just throw out a human life when it could have just as good a chance of being successful. To throw a child away like, like garbage! This was sadly not the first child she had seen like this, just thrown to the side, but it was the first child she had reached soon enough that if she took it home it had a good chance of survival. She held held the child closer saying "Come here sweet heart." softly cooing the words at the child. The women nodded to herself finally deciding, without much difficulty, that she would raise this child as her own she felt a slight bit of pride and excitement as she heard comfortable snoring drifting from her arms. She would do her best for her child and make sure they got the best shot of who ever they wanted to be her smile only growing at the thought.

It would be her own sneaky revenge and the child's best shot. The young lady started to make her way back to the house hair dye and baby in hand proceeding much quickly this time, already making a list of needed supplies for nursing the baby. It only took five minutes to get the oak door of her two bedroom house, taking a breath before opening the door and entering. "Dol, vic, I'm home and I bought the hair dye you asked for!" A blonde, tan, tall male swung around the corner wearing a bright smile hiding his brilliant bright blue eyes. He wore a pink apron reading 'kiss the cook' covering his black t-shirt and his dark jeans, while a steady stream of smoke came from behind him. "Hey ray, you were kinda late so I started on dinner and..." through out his sentence he shifted from one leg to standing on both while his smile slowly etched it way onto his face. The smoke detector by some miracle had not gone off yet as the awkward silence set in. "Woah, who shut the sass master himself up?" came a sassy remark from the couch where a short pale girl laid down with a towel wrapped around her shoulders and draped over the arm of the couch so that her recently bleached hair. With the silence now broken Dol seemed to have snapped out his tranced, shocked state " What the hell ray!" his sass returning once more.

"Calm down Dol your drama queen is showing." she said in a calm teasing manner as she rocked her child in her arms. Vic raised up from the couch and approached the scene in the hall revealing the outfit she had been relaxing in, she was currently wearing a very lose dark teal tank top and some ocean blue pj shorts with tiny dolphins printed on them. She had a similar reaction to dol when she saw the child in ray's arm but came to her senses much more quickly. Vic pinch the bridge of her nose and gave an annoyed sigh "Please tell me it's not yours." the annoyance clearly painted on her face. "It is now." ray stated looking to her child with eyes full of affection. "How the hell do you even manage to come back with a baby? I sent you out for hair dye for christ sake!" vic looked truly perplexed at the situation. Ray shook her head in slight disappointment "Calm down, like I said I got the hair dye do you want me to do it or not?" she added to try and lighten the tense mood, shaking the yellow bag at them.

"Do you even know what gender it is? Do you even know how to car for a baby for that matter?!" Dol exclaimed retorted. "For your information I know perfectly well how to care for a child, and it is a .... girl , thank you very much." she shot right back with the slightest hint of a smirk. "Okay then what are you going to call her?" vic stepped back into the conversation adding her own bit of lip. Ray took a thoughtful look upon her face, considering a acceptable name for her new child,

"How about evelyn."