Loving the Past and the Present (Revised)

Before you read, I have a few words. First, I would like to apologize to Overseer and Dark Redeemer. They were the first two to review my story. I am sorry that I did not continue this story after you two left such kind comments. Yet now, after four years, I shall continue this story. Second, this is the revised version of my previous "Loving the Past and the Present". I had to delete the story because the way I loaded it, it wouldn't allow me to do some MUCH NEEDED editing.

So, here is a better and more to the game version of my story. I hope that Overseer and Dark Redeemer will review my story once again, since deleting the story also deleted your lovely comments, and I hope that I have other people review it as well. Now, that's enough out of me. Here is the revised story, "Loving the Past and the Present".

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"Chosen Heroine, we call upon your services. We need you to find a young boy who is very important to the future, for he will save this world. But he needs the help of a woman, chosen at birth to be his mate in the future and help him rule. You are that woman Chosen Heroine. You will know him by the pendent he wears, for it is the amulet of Mar. Find him Chosen Heroine and protect him at all costs, for time is running out."

A young woman shot straight up in her bed to a sitting position, gasping and panting hard, the dream still fresh in her mind. 'What the hell... I know my dreams tend to get freaky, but that has to be the freakiest dream I have ever had. What did that voice mean find a boy with the amulet of Mar, what had it meant about me being the Chosen Heroine and being the boy's mate and him saving this world?!'

The girl looked to the left of her bed to read the time on the alarm clock. The blue digits read back to her 1:57 A.M.

"By the Precursors! I can’t believe its only 2 o'clock." She sighed as she laid back into her soft bed. 'It would be best if I try to get as much sleep as I can before I have to report to Torn later.' Another sigh is heard as the young woman tried to find a comfortable spot in her bed. She finally found the spot and slipping into a heavy sleep.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"Hey this is Sasha, sorry I can't answer the communicator, but if you leave your name, communicator number, and a message. I promise to call back! Bye." Answered the answering machine on the small communicator located on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Sasha pick up." A gruff voice said on the other line. The woman rolled over and snuggled deeper under the covers.

"Sasha!! PICK UP THE COMMUNICATOR!!" The now pissed voice yelled.

At that Sasha woke up blinking her green eyes slowly before rolling over and reaching blindly for her communicator. She glanced at the clock reading the blue numbers that said it was 3:00 A.M. 'Who the hell is calling me at this hour?!' Sasha wondered as she rolled onto her back pressing a button on the communicator. She yawned loudly before answering with a groggy and sleepy "Hello?"

"Sasha, The Shadow has a mission for you and he wants you here A.S.A.P. He says he's found-"

"Damnit Torn. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?! CAN'T THIS WAIT UNTIL I COME IN LATER?!!" Yelled the woman so that Torn had to move the communicator from his pointed ear, he had forgotten that this operative liked her beauty sleep.

"Look, you said you'd be available at anytime. The Shadow says you’re the one for the job. So stop arguing with me and get your ass down here." The Second-in-Command answered gruffly before hanging up.

'Self-absorbed tattooed bastard! Why the hell is he calling me this early in the morning for a job?’ The Underground member groaned wanting so much to roll over and go back to sleep, but thought better of it as she kicked the covers from her feet. ‘This had better be damn important, because it’s definitely too early to be dealing with his bullshit.' With that thought in her head, Sasha took a quick cold shower before stepping out with a white towel wrapped around her dark navy blue hair and her body.

Once in a while, it would be nice to take a hot shower, but the Baron didn’t think this part of the city deserved that. Hell, he probably thought they didn’t need water period. The dark skinned female went to her worn, gray closet to pull out a purple long-sleeved belly shirt, black leather pants and her utility belt to place on the bed. When she finished securing her belt around her waist, the Underground member headed to a battered wooden dresser. From the top drawer she pulled out a pair of blue socks and a pair of black fingerless gloves before kneeling down to pull out a pair of dark brown combat boots from the bottom drawer. Her outfit was almost complete, all that was missing was the green headband she rested high upon her forehead and tied into a knot at the base of her skull.

Sasha locked and left her small apartment after equipping her communicator to her belt. The street she stepped into was busy despite the early hour. On the ground were Krizmon guards, also know as Hellcats, who patrolled their assigned sectors and the citizens of New Haven City. In the sky were zoomers of all shapes and sizes as well as Krizmon cruisers. 'Even after 14 years, no matter the time, they are always patrolling.' At the thought of Hellcats Sasha quelled the urge to outright attack a guard that walked pass her in favor of looking for a zoomer that best suited her style.

After finding the desired vehicle, she hopped on and started the hovercraft up. The woman took to flying speeds with her long hair flying wildly behind her. Deciding to skip flying in the second hover zone, she remained in the first hover zone acutely aware of the danger in her boldness. Yet, she needed some excitement to get her blood flowing this early in the morning, so she knocked over a Hellcat guard with her hovercraft grinning like a manic at the hell that would surely follow. Soon the alarms went off and Hellcat guards including a few cruisers made their way to the section the Krizmon guard was attacked. Sasha revved the engine before speeding off to escape the in-coming guards and cruisers.

After about seven minutes of fruitless chasing, the guards called off the search and went back to their posts to begin patrolling their assigned sections once more. The female operative laughed to herself. She could have headed straight to the hideout as she knew the way like the back of her hand, but she was having too much fun. Besides had Sasha headed right to the hideout, then that would have put all their carefully laid plans at risk and she would never think to do that, so the dark skinned woman had to take the longer route to ditch them. But the excitement was well worth it and she was now fully awake. Sasha headed to the dead end alley and slowed to put the hovercraft in park before getting off. Her booted feet brought her to the sliding door with the Underground Rebel sign spray painted black on a large spray painted green background.

The door opened and she walked down the stairs to where she knew Torn was waiting for her. Passing the bunk beds she saw a small child curled up in a tiny ball. 'Poor thing, I wonder what happened to his parents.' Sasha focused her attention upon the ex-Krizmon guard member who was also Second-in-Command to their leader. She stopped in front of the table Torn was standing over to await her all important orders from The Shadow.

"So what was so important that I had to come in at 3:33 A.M. to receive it?!" Sasha demanded as she crossed her arms over her chest, her stance spoke of her irritation but the Second-in-Command ignored it.

"The boy over there," Torn pointed to the boy Sasha saw earlier though the tattooed man didn’t look up from the plans. "The Shadow wants you to take care of him. He says the boy's important. How, I don't know, so don't ask."

Sasha looked over to the boy to get some impression of the possible work ahead. He had green hair that poked out of a brown cap on top of his head and had a bluish outfit on. The female felt sympathy for the child, his reminder her of when she was younger and she had lost her parents. But she was a trained elite member of the Underground, the woman had no time to baby-sit a boy; they had other and bigger problems to worry about, yet The Shadow had said he was important.

“If he is so important, why doesn’t The Shadow look after him? Why did our leader say I was the one for the job? Couldn't Tess have dealt with him or Ashelin or hell, one of the other members that hardly match my level of skill? You know you need my talents Torn,"

"Sasha,” Said redheaded man heaved a sigh as he finally looked upon the built woman. “You know that Tess is working undercover at Krew's and Ashelin is busy with her father.” He pulled out his trusted dagger and went about flicking the dirt under his nails with the sharp blade. Sasha curled her lip in disgust at her superior’s bad habit as she waited for him to continue.

“It is because of your talents that The Shadow wants YOU on this assignment. He came earlier and gave a direct order that he wants you to start NOW and if possible, learn the name of the child as you protect and watch over him.”

The dark skinned female sighed, so it was a direct order? "Has he said anything at all?" Sasha glanced back to the little boy still curled tightly in a ball.

"So far he hasn't said anything and he hasn't responded to me, so I left him alone." Torn concluded the little chat when he went back to looking at the charts in an effort to form new plans to attack the Baron.

The female operative knew she wasn't going to get anymore from the calculating man and went over to where the boy was. He curled even tighter if possible at the extra weight added to the bed. 'I wonder what happen to him to make him this way.' Sasha thought as she tried to show the boy she wasn't going to hurt him.

"Its all right little one, I'm not going to hurt you." The boy uncurled a little so that he was looking at the dark skinned woman. She took in the fact that his eyes were an interesting blue. She offered her gloved hand as a sign to show she wasn't going to hurt him; he uncurled more until he was lying fully out on the bed. Sasha noticed that he was shivering and opened her arms in a gesture of a hug.

"You must be cold and hungry. Come here and I will take you to my apartment to be fed and have a nice warm bed." Sasha cajoled in a motherly voice. The dark skinned woman felt an unfamiliar warm feeling spread through her as she watched the young boy crawl cautiously to her welcoming arms. He climbed into her lap and snuggled into her chest at the sudden warmth surrounding him; Sasha smiled and wrapped her arms protectively around the little one currently in her chest.

"Can you tell me your name little one?" Sasha asked as she looked down at him. He moved his head side from side, a clear "no". "Do you remember your name at all?" Another shake of the head answered her question.

"Well I don't want to call you boy..." Sasha pondered, "How about I call you little one for now until we can find out your true name?" At that the small child looked up at the woman with those huge blue eyes and nodded. "All right then! I'll call you little one, by the way my name is Sasha and the man over there is Torn."

Sasha smiled again as the small boy ducked his head at the mention of Torn. "Well come on little one. Let’s get you fed and in a warm bed." Sasha chuckled softly as she got up mindful of the bunk beds with the little one in both arms.

"I'll see you later Torn." Sasha walked up the stairs exiting the Underground base, not expecting an answer for her superior. It was still dark out but the air was starting to warm. The dark skinned woman looked for a hovercraft that would fit two people. At sighting the vehicle, she went to remove the little bundle from her chest, but he clung to the front of her purple shirt.

"You sure are a clingy fellow. It’s all right. I'm going to put you in the seat next mine." The little one eased his death grip and let Sasha put him in the passenger's seat.

Sasha hopped in and started the craft before hitting the accelerator. When she drive this time around, the female made sure to fly in the second hover zone and avoid bumping against Hellcat cruisers. She stopped the zoomer in front of her apartment. Sasha gathered the little bundle into her arms, shifting the quiet boy to her right hip as she dug in her left hip pocket for her keys. She sat her keys down on a wooden table near the door before closing and locking it tightly. Not once did the small child make a sound making her think that he was asleep. He stayed perfectly quiet and still; until Sasha tried to put him in the bed in the spare bedroom next to hers did he make a protesting sound.

The boy clung to Sasha so hard that his knuckles turned white. He started to tremble violently, so Sasha got into the cool and unused bed whispering soothing words in his pointed ear. The female never thought she would ever be in this position as the war between the Underground and the Baron, as well as the threat of the Metal Heads, left one little time to think about raising a family. The violent trembling subsided but he still shook forcing Sasha to try a new tact. She remembered when she was scared her mother would sing her songs, thinking that would work here; Sasha chose to hum him a song that was her favorite.

Holding him tighter to her chest, she began to hum. As she finished her song the boy was fast asleep, but the death grip was still there on her shirt. 'I wonder if he'll let me get up to leave.' To test her theory, Sasha moved as to get out of the bed when the grip tightened even more and the child started to shake once more. Sasha sighed quietly staying where she was and began rubbing his back to soothe the shaking. 'Well, its looks like I'm stuck here till morning.' At this Sasha sighed again and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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Well, there is the first chapter.