Place: Osaka, Japan, Earth
Time: 2200 hrs local
Hello, I am Chin Yen, officer within The Neutrality
I awoke in the night beside my love to hear a child screaming gibberish. Listening for a bit, it sounded like the child was in distress. I knew that I had to assist, so I tried to ease myself out of bed without waking her unsuccessfully.
"Honey, what's wrong? Come back to bed... What's that screaming?"
"Apparently it is a child in distress." I answered very plainly.
"Baby..."
"You know I have to."
"Be careful baby" She implored.
"I will"
And with that simple answer, I strapped my Katana on and bounded out the door. it took her two hundred years to understand and she still worries about me. However; I am part of The Neutrality. It is my duty and honor to protect the innocent. However; she still worries.
I ran and I ran towards the scream with my hand on my hilt. Apparently this child can scream very loud. Finally I got there to find a full grown man holding a child that could be no older than six years old by the throat. The child continued to scream while the man growled at him. A woman with her children was on the floor cowed in a corner.
"You appear to enjoy picking on women and children. Why don't you pick on me for a bit? I might appear to be a bit more of a challenge. After all; I am not a defenseless six year old." I finally said calmly.
"Stay out of this! It's none of your business!" He growled back at me.
"I beg to differ. Anytime the defenseless is in danger, especially women and children, it becomes my business."
At that point he threw the child down and ran at me. That was a mistake, for I am not a defenseless child. In one quick motion I stepped to the side and sliced his stomach open, at which point he fell to his knees attempting to hold his insides in and died. I looked at the child in quiet admiration with a nod. Then I approached the female.
"I mean you no harm. May I see your neck?" Just as I thought. The Consortium has been causing much trouble lately kidnapping females and taking them to work in brothels against their will. Unfortunately; I know she would not be safe in this realm. Then I approached the child, who still appeared a bit shaken.
"Would you be the child I heard so much about? The child that holds so much promise." At that point the child beamed with pride. "I am sure Barali has informed you; but, you must be more careful child. You are far too important to lose. However; I will admit. You show much courage and heart. I look forward to working with you possibly again in the future." I watched this child's smile get bigger and bigger. "Now do what you do and make haste.
I stood at the ready while the child made a chalk design on the barn wall and it glowed. The child motioned toward the design and the women and children crept toward it and eventually through. As far as anybody knows, art skipping has never been done by chalk. Barali was correct. Apparently this child is full of impossibilities.
After that I called a clean up crew, which arrived fairly quickly to recover the body and destroy all evidence that anything ever happened. Making a long walk, I contemplated much. When arriving home; I quietly disrobed, showered, and got back into bed.
"Honey, I was worried about you. What was it?" My Love said.
"Just a domestic situation My Love." She learned a long time ago when I can't tell her everything. She still doesn't like it, but, she accepts it more.
"I love and worry about you."
"I know My Love. Know that I love you very much and always will."
At that, we both went to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
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POV: Jace Wallings
Place: Anglasia Joint Armed Forces HQ
Date: March 27, 2013
I rush to Interrogation 3. By now I dunno whether these people are victims, criminals, or refugees. It's insanely crazy. A five year old running around saving people doing impossible feats that have never been done before. However; here it is, right before my eyes.
"So, what exactly do we have?" I asked. Everyone turned around. "Well.... Don't everyone speak at once!"
"Sir, subject is around twenty years of age, oriental, with three children all under the age of eight. We've tried all forms of passive interrogation with no luck."
In the room sat an oriental lady completely and totally terrified. I could tell she's been through a lot.
"I'm going in."
"But sir..." The head interrogator started.
"Are you questioning my decision soldier?"
"No sir."
"Good call."
At that, I walked out and into the questioning chamber.
"Soldier, you can leave now."
"But sir, I..."
"Are failing miserably and terrifying the subject. You may leave now."
"But..."
"Soldier, I will not tell you a third time."
"Yes sir."
At that point, the interrogation officer left. Looking at her, I felt for her. Truth be told, it was at this point where I started feeling for these refugees. I sat down to her level."
"What is your name?" I asked very calmly and softly.
"No response."
"Well... My name is Jace. Jace Wallings. I can see you've been through a lot. Can you at least tell me what happened?"
Still no response. I tried to give her a comforting touch and she started screaming and scurrying into the corner. In her panic she exposed the syndicate's brand on her neck."
"Shit. The Syndicate."
"What sir?" I heard squawk through my communicator.
"The syndicate. She's a victim of human trafficking, probably the sex trade. Put her in her own quarters with her own kids. Alert rape crisis and make sure they are available around the clock. No one deals with her but females, and I mean no one." Then I got up to walk out.
"With all due respects sir, how do you know?"
"Because I'm an ex prisoner."
Then I went to my office. It would not be a good thing for my men to see me break down and cry.
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POV: Marcos Wallings
Place: Ennis, TX, USA, Earth
Date: March 27, 2013
We're all sitting around the dinner table. Well; not me. My stuffed animals weren't lined up right. Just can't quite get the order. Something is wrong and I just can pin it down.
"Baby; you haven't touched your food. what's wrong?" Mom started in.
"Nothing, I'm just not hungry! can I just not be hungry?" Dad answered almost immediately.
At that point, Mom gave him the look. I rolled my eyes. I had more important things to do. there was just something out of order about my stuffed animals and I had to figure it out!
"Don't tell me nothing. Nothing generally separates you and your food, and I mean absolutely nothing."
Long pause. Mom wasn't letting up. She rarely does.
"It's this lady that just came into Anglasia with her kids. She's a human trafficking case."
"My God. How many years?"
"Dunno. She was about twenty three or so, which means they probably would've killed her soon, especially in the state she came in. She was terrified. We couldn't get a word out of her. This kid's a fuckin' saint for real. All these people that can't be returned; their lives are probably better in Anglasia."
"What did you do for her?"
"The only thing I could do. Hell, she's probably been raped well over a thousand times. Call rape crisis and assign her living quarters."
At that point I got up and gave Daddy a hug. He seemed like he needed it. Then I went back to more important things. I had to figure this out with my animals!
"See, even Marcos wants you to eat."
Daddy chuckled a bit. Then he started eating. Crisis over. Now time to get on to bigger things. There is just something wrong with the order of these animals!
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