always and forever

dedicated to,
Jo and jac,for always being there when i needed you
bona, for being a listening ear.
and finally, for my superhero(i'm nice i gave you a codename like you requested) that you have faith in yourself and your abilities.


Faith

to trust someone for no reason, to believe impulsively, to depend on someone

The orange flames burnt brightly against the darkness of the night. Smoke rose out of the building as it slowly collapsed against the heat of the flames. Men wearing red caps and holding long hoses, dousing the building with streams of water were the last scene Christine had seen from the window.

Being only three, she didn’t know what was happening around her, she could feel the heat against her skin and it was getting unbearable. The smoke entering her eyes made it sting and hard to open her pale green eyes. Breathing was also becoming difficult for her, fear coursing through her veins, tears rolled down her cheeks. As she curled in to an even tighter ball, crushing the teddy bear she held to her body. Under her the table she was hiding, she watched the flames approach her and burn everything in its way.

Christine glanced at the window; it was really just a short distance from the table. She had just ran from it to hide away from the flames. ‘Daddy where are you? I’m scared.’ With these thoughts, she slowly edged towards the window. One hand reaching for the ledge, the other tightly clinging on to her favorite teddy bear, her fingers curled around the ledge as she pulled herself up against the wall. Her tiny head peeked out of the window; desperately she scanned the crowds for a familiar face, any familiar face.

A horrified cry made 20-year-old Jordan look up. There trapped in the burning building was a little girl. Something about the terrified look in her eyes, made him dash into that already collapsing building. Smoke billowed out of the entrance as he ran in, ignoring cries from his teammates he ran up the staircase. Smoke stung his eyes, as he climbed up. Covering his mouth with his hand, he searched for the little girl he saw by the window.

Upon entering a slightly smaller room, he saw her curled into a tight ball, her back against the wall. Her tiny hands still gripping her teddy bear, reaching for her, he gently lifted her up and carried her in his arms. She clung on to him, as he made his way out of the building, as he climbed down the staircase; he heard a groan and a crash. His heart sped up as he saw the pillars collapse around them.

Looking down at the little girl’s hopeful eyes, he steeled himself and made a mad dash for the entrance. Just as he made it out of the building, it collapsed burnt and black. That was their first meeting, but by then, Christine had grown quite attached to her hero. The innocent want for him to play with her, go to the park with her and really just too simply spend time with her and be her playmate. And so, a friendship blossomed between the three year old little girl and the twenty year old boy.

Now two years down the road, the same little girl stares at her hero; behind the bars of his cell, his hypnotized eyes vacant and blank. Her parents didn’t want her to be near him, after all who would want their daughter to be near a killer, a robot killer at that, one that just did someone else’s bidding. Totally controlled by a madman whose greatest wish really was total control of the earth, but Christine had thrown tantrum after tantrum over the disappearance of her hero. Finally, having no other choice, her parents brought her to see him; she smiled slightly as she was let into his cell. Gently she rubbed her face against his, and hugged him. To her, no matter what happened, he was still her hero, someone who protected her, someone who had risked his life to save her.

Scared that she would be hurt, her parents stood up to pull her away from him. But the little girl smiled and shook her head, “I have faith in Jordan ge-ge, he won’t hurt me”

And maybe it was the doctor’s medicine finally working, or it could have been the protective love he had for this little girl who never lost hope in him. And maybe, just maybe it was that little girl’s faith in her hero that finally brought him back to his senses.

posted by val @ 7:50 PM