Orphan Chapter 1 (Redacted)

[the_mysterious_m]

The reason this got posted again is because I didn't realize that Blue had requested not to be in any fics. Instead of just editing her out, I decided to add a bunch of extra details and writing. I decided that it was different enough to justify a re-post. Some grammar and spelling errors have been fixed, and a lot more details have been added. Thank's to giggleworthy for pointing that out to me!



The train station at Beginton, though dark and run down, glistened in the rain. Flickering electric lamps were stationed across the platform in front of the station house, which was a rotting, square building which only served the purpose of buying tickets and providing shelter from a rainy night.

There weren't many people to use it, however. A lone man sat on a bench in the station house, reading a rather damp newspaper. Another man sat in the passenger's seat of a station wagon, which steamed a bit and fresh mud was present on it's tires.

All of this was observed by a young boy with a red cap and tattered raincoat. To him, the scene reminded him of a deserted city, long since abandoned by its inhabitants. It pleased the boy that it wasn't far from the truth. However, the thought in the front of his mind was that this was his last stop. He would be getting off here, forever.

He turned to his escort, a man with a large spectacles.

"What shall we call this, Mr Mac, an arrival or a departure?" The boy remarked as they stepped off the train into the rainy night.

Mr. Mac wiped the water off of his glasses. "Whatever pleases you most I suppose, Vechs." He sighed, once again wiping the water off of the tinted glass in a futile attempt to see better. "Though I must say, it's a rather miserable night for either."

Vechs smiled. "I would say it's both, then. So, when will we talk to the director?"

"Right now, I suppose."

Just as she said that, a man grabbed an old looking umbrella from the station wagon, stepped out and began walking towards them. Once he got there, he bowed.

"Hello, Mr. Mac. I am Mr. Soares, the director of Mindcrack."

Mr. Mac's face adopted a confused expression. "Mindcrack?"

Mr. Soares replied. "My apologies. You must know it as Boulderfists' End. 'Mindcrack Orphanage' is merely a nickname."

"I see."

Vechs felt he should say something. "Hello, Mr. Soares. My name is Vechs." He raised his hand to shake, but Mr. Soares completely ignored it. Instead, he turned to Mr. Mac.

" I would love to have your company, however, I'm afraid Mindcrack is very far ride from the station. Your kettle would hardly whistle before the train does; It's due to arrive at nine."

Mr. Mac tried not to look crushed at the prospect of staying in the station house for an hour. "Can I have a word with you Mr. Soares? A private one?"

"Of course, Sir." He replied, taking them into the office of the conductor. At the moment, the station master was telling the conductor a story about a wicked milk thief. Having realized that the passengers had disembarked at last, they both hurried to the train, the station master trying to finish his story as fast as possible.

Vechs sighed as they closed the door. He tried to make out the conversation, but the loud train wistle made it impossible, even though the two were screaming over the wistle. He sighed and sat down on a nearby bench, turning his attention to a red haired man on an old bench who was absorbed in a damp newspaper.

He had bright red hair with an indentation, giving Vechs the impression that he had been wearing a hat. Vechs read the man's lips, reading 'the impact on the price of electricity after the war's conclusion' before quickly losing interest.

Looking around, Vechs witnessed Mr. Mac coming out the door, looking at him with a grave finality. Mr. Soares was walking over to the car.

Mr. Mac spoke. "I wish you better luck, Vechs. Better luck than you've had. Just remember to..."

Vechs rolled his eyes. "I know, Mr. Mac. Make myself useful and don't get into trouble. I imagine I'll sit in back while Mr. Soares and the driver sit up in front."

"The driver?"

Vechs shrugged. "Why yes. The red haired man with the new hat."

"The red haired man with the..." He said, glancing around as if he hadn't noticed him before. She then glanced down at Vechs, who was failing to suppress a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Mr. Mac sighed. "Alright, Vechs. I'm sure you're eager to explain yourself, and I need something to occupy my time for the next hour. So, what is it?"

Vechs wasted no time. "Well that hat MUST be new, don't you think!" Vechs exclaimed animatedly. "If it wasn't, he wouldn't have used the newspaper to cover his head. I imagine the hat is sitting in the car, since it isn't on the hat rack next to him. Strange, don't you think, that the man is protecting his hat instead of it protecting him? Also, Mr. Soares did say 'ride' and not 'drive', making me think that he wasn't planning on getting behind the week himself. Now if I had seen a horse, perhaps one with an umbrella stand attached to it..." Vechs snickered. "Maybe I would have come to a different..."

"That will be quite enough to make my head ache for the next hour, Vechs." Mr. Mac sighed. The boy really had given him a headache.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Mac!" Vechs said. He gave her a jaunty military salute, then turned on his heel and began marching to the awaiting car.

Mr. Mac shook his head. It was amazing how someone could know so much, yet so little. Even now, at their final parting, he had no suitable words to say? He certainty was an extraordinary boy, although naive. Instead of giving him a heartfelt farewell, he marched into the rain, not once looking back, like a soldier marching in to a battle he felt he had no chance of losing.

Vechs had no way of knowing it, but these next months would become some of the most interesting in his life, though now, they had no more substance the the mist through which he ran. Discovery and danger. Mystery and treasure. For now, all were secrets, waiting to be revealed.

For now, Vechs was just a talented young boy with secrets of his own, running to a car where Mr. Soares waiting a bit impatiently, and the driver was adjusting his rear view mirror, the best to admire his new hat.



Well, that's that. Not as long as I had originally anticipated. It's worth noting that this will be updated VERY sporadically. Hope you enjoyed!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

"Vechs felt he should say something. "Hello, Mr. Soares. My name is Vechs." He raised his hand to shake, but Mr. Soares completely ignored it. Instead, he turned to Mrs Blue."

You forgot to edit 'Mrs. Blue' in this sentence.

[the_mysterious_m]

Yea, figured that would happen. Let me know if you see any more! Thanks!