Disclaimers are always fun! I do not own El Cazador De La Bruja, Bee Train, or Funimation, nor any of the characters in the show. I own NOTHING! Nothing I say!
So after thinking hard about it, and to a suggestion made to me on my last fanfic's review, I've decided to dabble into the past of Nadie. I've thought about this already, and there is allot there that remains unknown and probably screaming to have some sort of history made up for it.
Anyways, I hope you all like this!
When someone is talking like this, it means they are thinking.. SHHHHH! I am thinking.
A Thing of the Past
Now lets get something straight. I wasnt always so self confident and the last thing that ever came to mind, was becoming a bounty hunter. I was your average young kid living from pay check to pay check as a waitress in sleezy bars. My coming to be came from a much darker place, one I wish I could forget. But if it werent for those things I'd have never met her...
A 7 year old Nadie ran through the corn fields that belonged to the young family. Her family wasn't very big, however they were hard working enough to work on a small farm. They also grew wheat and had some animals like chickens and pigs. It was a hard working life, but even Nadie got to help out. She rather enjoyed helping her parents out.
Nadie's little boots padded hard on the dirt ground as she turned down one forked path in the corn field. She smiled excitedly on the search for someone. She knew exactly where he was though, for she knew these fields like the back of her hands. She never had to worry about being lost within the tall stalks of corn. Sometimes she had playmates over from the village about twenty minutes away from them, and they'd play in the corn fields all day.
"Nadie!" The man called out in surprise as he felt the small girl's weight on his back, her little arms around his neck as she clung to him. He had been knelt over examining the soil on the ground before his daughter came running up. The little red head giggled as he stood up, his arms sliding under the little girl's legs to allow her sit there and hitch a ride on his back. "Mami says dinner is almost ready!" Nadie chirped.
The young man smiled at the child as he nodded at her. "Well then, we should get back to the house, eh?" he said as he began to walk down the dirt path Nadie had just came running down. Nadie nodded and giggled again as she held on tightly to her father as he made way back to their small, but comfortable home. Nadie had always been a happy little kid, and always so helpful and well mannered, though she had her moments of getting into trouble.
Her parents were in their early 30's. Both still young at heart themselves, and hard working. They only had one child, and that was Nadie. Though occasionally a handful Nadie was their world. As it should be for any parent. They were a very close family. They'd sometimes go fishing, go on picnics, attend small festivals together. As long as it was the three of them, everything was as good as it could get in their minds.
Once Nadie and her dad reached their small home he let Nadie back down onto the ground and she began to run across the little path that led to the door. "Mami, I got Papi!" she called out as the man smiled to himself and shook his head. Nadie was just too adorable sometimes.
After a short bit the young family sat down around a small dining table, and began to eat. Of course dinner at their house was rarely quiet. Nadie's favorite time of the day was dinner. That's when her family shared their day's events, and other light hearted chit chat. Nothing major, nothing stressing. Just family bonding, if you will.
"You have your gun out again." came a young woman's voice. Carlos, the man sitting on the bed with a Colt M1911 .45 caliber only gave her a half implied smile. "Well it was my father's before it was mine, I should clean it every once in a while." he replied as he looked up at his wife. The young woman, smiled at him as she sat down next to him as he went about cleaning his gun.
It was early night, and it was dark out. You could hear the buzzing of desert bugs outside of their home. It was a calm night for the most part. Perhaps a bit windier then usual. Nothing major however. The skies were becoming cloudy as it looked like it may rain. It would have been nice if it did, they've had a bit of a dry season so far, and the crops needed it.
Nadie slept snug in her bed as a bit of thunder rolled through the skies. Subtle, and off to the distance. Nothing to cause any sort of distress just yet. The young couple didn't even think twice about it as they got ready for bed and settled in for the night.
Unknown to Nadie her father use to be a bounty hunter. He never mentioned it to his little girl, for he was too ashamed to admit a such. Killing people, and hunting them down for the reward. A license to murder basically. She would never know this dark secret of his, and his wife agreed to it. He honestly thought she'd never be the wiser. They never even mentioned such a thing as bounty hunting anywhere near her, let alone any other time.
Though he also didn't think that, after so many years of washing his hands of the business anyone would come looking for him. Bounty hunting was a dangerous job. It wasnt always as glorious as it was made out to be. You were constantly on the prowl, scoping out your next "job", but you also had to be careful to leave no tracks. Depending on who the target was, someone could after you for what you did. A gang, a mob family.. Organized crime was dangerous to hunt down.
These things never once crossed Carlos' mind after his wife became pregnant with their only child. Nadie was the whole reason why he quit being a bounty hunter, moved somewhere remote, and began a small farm. Nadie and his wife Carmen. They were all he needed, and all that mattered. But these things were in danger on this late night.
Thugs were scurrying about their property in silence, guns in their hands and masks on their faces. They said nothing as the found an unlocked window to the kitchen and made their way inside. They didn't know that Carlos had already caught wind of this. He felt lucky he had gotten up to get a glass of water when he saw them sneaking about. Robbers, perhaps. It was a common occurrence in Mexico. Far more then Carlos liked.
He had grabbed up his gun, made his wife go hide as he went looking for Nadie as carefully as he could. He held his gun tightly in his hand as he made his way into his little girl's room who was still sound asleep. He approached her bed and knelt down. "Nadie, Papi needs you awake." Carlos said quietly as he shook the little girl gently. Her blue eyes blinked open groggily as she was dazed from sleep and confusion as to why her dad was waking her.
He scooped her up in his arm as he took her to the small closet. "Stay in here and do come out or say a word till I get back ok?" he gave Nadie a stern look as if saying this wasnt a game. "If anyone else comes in here you run, and run as far away as you can." he then added as he kissed her forehead gently. Nadie nodded up at her father, still confused. She had never seen such a look in his face, in his eyes before. It was a sense of danger, and she dared not go against what he told her.
He closed the closet door as she sat on her rear hugging her knees up to her chest as she didn't speak a single word. But she could hear everything that went on around her. Suddenly there was loud bangs filling the house as Nadie quickly tucked herself into the corner of the closet. Her father's poncho that she always liked to steal fell over the top of her as it came off it's hanger. But she dared not move as she could hear her mom screaming and her father yelling her name.
More gun fire and then sobbing. Her mom's voice. She knew something bad had happened, and she clung to the fabric of her father's poncho as her eyes swelled with tears. Then another gun shot and all was silent. For at least a few minutes. Then she heard laughing from outside the house as glass smashed against the wooden frame.
Then there was more glass colliding with the sides of her now broken home. Molotov's, though Nadie had never seen or heard of such things, began to set the house on fire. She could hear a smoke alarm going off as she grabbed the poncho and ran out of the closet. She found her way into the kitchen as the house was beginning to fill with smoke as the flames grew.
Their were feint sounds of car tires kicking up dirt and small rocks as it sped off down the dirt road that led away from her home. She coughed as she managed to climb out of the kitchen window as yellow flames began consume her house. She was always taught, in case of a fire exit the nearest window or door she could... She only hoped her parents were right behind her.
She got far enough away from the house as she huddled under the large poncho as she watched the entire house become one giant flame. She had waited, and waited, for her parents but they never came out. The villagers, after 40 minutes finally came out to the scene with water hoses attached to trucks. Nearing the house they didn't know if anyone was even alive.
It took until morning before they found Nadie hiding in the pig house. She was curled up, her eyes and face stained from tears as she huddled in that poncho that was bigger then herself. "Nadie.." one older man said as he picked the little girl up carefully. The poor girl was exhausted. She had been through hell but he was glad to see that at least the little girl lived.
Months passed by. Nadie had been taken into foster care by one of the village's families. Though she stuck to herself quite a bit. Barely spoke. Took a couple weeks to get anything out of her concerning the night of the fire. Best they could come up with was a robbery gone wrong. None of the villager's knew of Carlos' past career, but knew that he was an exceptional marksmen with his Colt.
When asked his story was it was his father's gun and it was passed down to him before he died. It was the only thing that survived the fire, aside from Nadie herself. They had mentioned perhaps just throwing it out, they werent going to let a little girl have it. That would just be negligence. But Nadie insisted they let her have it someday. It was all she had left, that and her poncho.
It was settled, when she turned 15 she could have it, and only if she took the proper teachings on how to handle such a responsibility as a gun. Nadie was determined, at a very young age to get that gun back some day. She didn't know why her father had it, didn't even know why he did. But she would take it, and learn to use it. It was the only thing she had left that could feel close to her now dead parents.
So kind of short, and I apologize, but I just wanted to get the story set up going. Oh don't you worry! We'll be seeing much more on Nadie's past. I have a good idea of where everything is going to go. I have Darth Luffy to thank for giving me the idea. It was a great idea to delve into Nadie's past. But I hope this was a good start, and I will have more coming.
The more reviews I get the faster things will come =P