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Chapter List
- 1-Silent Wings
- 2-The Job of the Falcon
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Title:Silent Wings
Author:The Three Sisters
Summary:Marv didn't die after being electrocuted the second time. He is found by a little bird who is much more than she appears.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): M/F
Feedback: Desired
Characters: A lot of the characters from Sin City will be in this story along with a few of my own design.
Betas: No Betas yet
Author�s notes: None

Disclaimer: I am not making money from this story nor are any of the characters based on real life ones. This is a Sin City based Fan Fiction
Chapter One: Silent Wings
The blackness of death was more than I could have hoped for. I fell out of time and space, settling comfortably into the inky depths of oblivion. It was an end to my feelings, and an end to my suffering. Perhaps the last thought that flew through my mind as they flipped the switch was of Goldie, but now the endless nothingness was an even better reward.
A figure moved through the garbage heap, silent as the grave. The only noise came from the soft tinkle of rain coming from the sky as it struck the shiny black trash bags heaped in piles as far as the eye could see. There were more secrets buried in this dump than in Senator Roark�s personal files. The dark figure moved further through the cesspool of muck and filth. The shadows cast by the few high intensity lights that hung by a few loose wires from telephone poles barely illuminated the form as it slunk with practiced ease through the wretched wasteland. The figure froze as a truck pulled up twenty feet away and dumped its steaming contents into the already overflowing landfill. When the sound of the tires could not longer be heard against the loose gravel of the road above, the figure leapt over to the newest pile. A flash of a dagger against the bright lights was all that revealed its purpose. The bags were cut open without a moment�s hesitation, spilling refuse at the figures feet. Kneeling down, thin fingers sifted through the spread, separating trash from treasure.
As the fingers grazed against something soft and pliable, they stopped. A stained lawsuit document was moved aside to reveal a face. A soft gasp as delicate fingers flew to a small mouth. The face was of a man, perhaps in his mid to late thirties, though the years sat heavily upon him. His face was the face of a monster. Scars littered the space on his forehead, his brow clearly defined over deep brown eyes. His lips were set in a hard line below his slightly hooked nose. Moving a few other bits of documentation out of the way brought out a bit of a corded muscle neck and two thick shoulders. A hand ran gently over the crew cut of dirty blond hair. A soft wheezing noise made the figure jump back in surprise. The man was alive.
The struggle was easily seen from the road above, but no one dared enter the landfill without an armed escort and that�s what Eerin was counting on. She struggled to pull the man out from underneath at least one hundred pounds of garbage. Her lungs burned, her muscles ached, and she was starving, but if this man was alive, she could not just leave him to his fate. With a final heave, she wrenched him out of the pile. He was huge, a behemoth. He wore a white wife beater with a simple cross dangling from his neck on a chain. His pants were black and made of some sort of thick leather. The boots on his feet were heavy and stained with wear. Pulling him up by his arms, she leaned his limp corpse against her back, his head lolling to the side. She painfully made her way back through the way she had come, the stealth of her exit lost as the body she carried crashed into pile after pile of trash. A few flashlights shone like beacons through the dense piles of garbage. Eerin could hear some sirens over the now torrential downpour. She froze as a beacon moved over her position. The beam of light sat on her for a moment, and then past her by as a screech sounded over the wasteland.
Eerin sighed in relief. Thank god for Chase. The silent shadow flew over the police cruiser and drew a few shots, but with no success. Eerin heard a few car doors slam and the sirens fade into the distance. She smiled at the great horned owl that landed next to her on the gnarled apple tree at the edge of the landfill.
At least one of us was able to eat tonight.� The owl bobbed its head as if to reply. Eerin let out a short laugh and dragged the man down into a ditch next to the dump were all the dirty water went as a crude means of sewage. The water was running fast and furious and Eerin barely made it to the other side of the ditch. Tucked away in a small opening in the natural rock wall of the landfill was a deep cave. Eerin knew that it had been used in the old days as a refuge from the sun for the miners of the original landfill, but it had never been filled in. It now served as her living space. It was very roomy, large enough to house a couple of small pools of rainwater in the back. The rainwater came through a couple small openings in the back ceiling of the cave when an old tree had fallen over years ago, exposing an opening through the rock.
Eerin ducked past the ivy and other falling plants that covered her doorway. There was very little light in the cave, though thankfully there was enough dry material she had salvaged earlier that day to make a nice fire. It was not uncommon for the Basin City Landfill to be burning from one hooligan�s prank or another, so an extra plume of smoke was nothing to worry about. Eerin pulled the man over the rocks, careful not to scrape him up too badly. The entrance of the cave was only about five feet wide, but after about ten feet it opened up into a wide room almost one hundred feet in length. Natural pillars of rock held up the ceiling where Eerin could still see some of the old miners notes written in chalk or charcoal.
Just behind the door was Eerin�s bed. It was made from a few hundred plastic bottles that had been drilled through and roped together. Over the bottles was a thick pad made out of some kind of foam. There was a threadbare blanket over the foam and a few dirty pillows ranging in size and shape. Eerin dragged the man onto her bed and laid him on his back. She listened close to his face for a moment to be sure he was still breathing.
When she was satisfied that he was, she left him and moved to the center of the cave were a large fire pit had been gouged out from the stone floor. There were still some logs in there from last night�s dinner. Next to the fire pit was a small pile of metal pots and pans in varying stages of corrosion. A few chipped cups and plates sat in a partially burned whicker basket next to the pans. And finally a few miscellaneous utensils lay scattered in a large dented frying pan. Eerin leaned over to the other side of the pit and pulled over a few pieces of wood that had been cut off a broken table. She set them in a triangular position in the middle of the pit. Next her knife slipped out of its holster again and she whittled a few long thin strips from a piece of untreated one by three. She tossed them in the center of the triangle. She whipped a lighter out of her back pocket and flicked it open. It burned brilliantly in the soft darkness around her. She lit a bit of newspaper and tossed it in the fire. The newspaper, which looked like it had been twisted into the shape of a stick, caught the one by three on fire. After a few minutes of waving a large piece of newspaper at the fire to get it going, Eerin moved over to her pot collection. She pulled a medium size one out of the pile and walked over to one of the larger pools. Under the small holes in the roof, Eerin�s face came into the light.
She was no more than twenty years old. Her matted hair was light brown with some red highlights. It was pulled back in a short messy ponytail that stuck straight out from the back of her neck. Long tangled bangs that her ponytail did not catch fell down her forehead and over her pale, freckle spattered face. Her eyes, one blue and one green, spoke of the hard lessons she had to teach herself about living. On the right side of her face was a long scar about an eighth of an inch wide and almost two and a half inches long. It left a dent in her face from the edge of her ear to the bottom of her jaw near her chin. Her frame was very slender and what cushioning she did have was muscled to the last. Her fingernails were short, jagged, and dirty. She wore a simple black short sleeve shirt that was many sizes too big and a pair of frayed jean shorts. On her feet were a pair of black ankle high workmen�s boots that look surprisingly free from wear and grime.
Eerin eased back into the darkness of the cave with the pot full with water from the pool. She walked back, sat next to the fire on an overturned bucket, and placed the pot directly into the fire. The fire hissed and popped as the water on the outside evaporated. Getting up again, Eerin walked over to a pile of clothes and other cloth items heaped near her bed. After rummaging in the pile for a few minutes, she emerged triumphant, with the remainder of a fitted sheet from a bed and a small slightly singed hand towel. She threw both over her shoulder and walked back to the fire. The water in the pot was boiling now, and with a double-layered sock, she pulled the pot out of the fire. Pot in one hand and cloth in the other, Eerin returned to her bed where the strange man slept.
She placed the pot next to her and pulled out her knife, slashing the sheet into long ribbons. She soaked the ribbons in the pot and dabbed the towel partway in, leaving the other half dangling over the side. A few minutes of struggling later, Eerin removed the shirt the man was wearing to expose his chest. It was littered with scars and a few of them were oozing blood. Eerin wrung out the towel and dabbed it carefully on the wound, cleaning off any blood. The man made a hissing sound through his teeth and his eyelids fluttered and opened a crack. Eerin leaned over and smiled, gently putting a soft hand on his forehead.
�Don�t worry, stranger, you are safe.� A soft groan eased through his lips. Eerin leaned down to hear him better.
�Water.� The sound was barely above a whisper. She nodded and grabbed a bottle from beside her bed. It was filled with water. She held the man�s head up and let the water slide through his dry lips. He coughed a bit, but swallowed it all. His eyes closed and his breathing became regular again. Eerin sighed and finished wiping the blood from his chest. Not wanting to disturb him further, she opted to leave his shirt off. She washed the towel off in the pot of water and wrung it out again. She rubbed his face down to clean off anything that he might have picked up from being dumped in a garbage heap. She bandaged his head with the sheet and both his arms as they were littered with scratches and abrasions of all kinds. When she was done, she dumped the water out near the entrance and threw the remaining pieces of the sheet in the irrigation ditch.
Eerin walked over to her pile of food stock and looked around. She was cold and, wet from the rain, and her back was covered in the strange man�s blood. A bath was definitely in order, but not tonight, she was too tired. She grumbled a bit about the cold as she pulled out a dented can of chicken soup from her pile of non-perishable foods. She used another pot and let the soup simmer, every once and a while turning her head toward her unconscious guest in the corner. When the smell of soup was too much to bear, Eerin took the pot off the fire and poured it into a purple plastic bowl. She grabbed a spoon from the pile and walked over to the bed. She pushed more pillows under the man until he was almost sitting upright. She tilted his head back and let it rest against the pillows. She sat on the other side of the bed and leaned over toward the man. He groaned a bit, but otherwise made no movements. Eerin kneeled next to him, soup and spoon in hand.
�You need to eat if you want to get better, Stranger.� She stuck her spoon in the bowl and aimed it at his mouth. He opened up one eye and stared at the spoon in front of his face, and then at the little wisp of a girl holding the spoon. His mouth opened bit by bit and Eerin slide the spoon past his lips. He closed his mouth and sucked the meat and vegetables off the utensil. When Eerin pulled the spoon out of his mouth, he cleared his throat.
�I�m no Sir.� His voice was heavy and rough, like two rocks grinding together. Eerin fed him another spoonful.
�Well since I don�t know your name Stranger�� She removed the spoon.
�Marv.� She nodded slowly, scooping more out of the bowl. His eyes glanced over at her. �Aren�t you going to eat any of that?� She smiled, but never looked up at him.
�When you are done, I will finish the rest.� His lips cracked something of a smirk.
�Where did you find me, Kid?� Eerin fed him again with a trembling hand.
�In the dump, you came in with the trash. Chase found you.� His eyes darkened slightly.
�Who is Chase?� Eerin let out a high pitched giggle and whistle a long low whistle. A screech echoed through the cave as a winged shadow was cast across the ceiling, it floated down without a sound and landed with a flap of feathers on Eerin�s shoulder.
Chase is my best friend. He is a Great Horned Owl, the largest owl in the world.� Marv�s eyes lightened again and he cracked another smile.
�Got anymore friends I should know about?� He laughed once, but grimaced and sobered up. He waved the spoon away as she tried to offer him another mouthful. Eerin stuck the spoon in her mouth instead, savoring the taste of chicken soup along with a bit of blood and saliva that came from Marv.
She stood and moved a little ways away from the bed and let out one shrill, ear-piercing whistle through her fingers. There was chaotic commotion of what sounded like feathers coming from the opposite end of the cave. It grew in strength and volume as Marv started to make out shapes against the dimly lit walls of the cave. Suddenly, Eerin was surrounded by a hundred flapping wings. She reached over against the cave wall and pulled out what looked like a coat rack attached to a pole. The flapping settled down as ten raptors landed on the hooks meant for coats. Eerin smiled and slipped the pole into a hole in the ground so it could stand freely. As she walked around the perch slowly, Chase, landed on her shoulder.
�Let me see.� Her hand scratched her chin in thought. �From right to left we have Aidan, the Golden Eagle; Alistair, the Red-Shouldered Hawk; Branden, the Gyrfalcon; Bryan, the Red-Tailed Hawk; Cillian, the Cooper�s Hawk; Conner, the Peregrine Falcon; Crevan, the Osprey; Devlin, the Kestrel, Dillon, the Screech Owl, and Emrys, the Merlin. There are others, but they come and go as they please. These are my babies, I have raised each one of them since they were only a few weeks old.� She smiled as Devlin nipped at her fingers gently. Marv smiled broadly.
�Some family you got, but you left out one.� Eerin cocked her head and looked along the line of birds. Marv grunted out a laugh. �I meant you, Kid.� Eerin shook her head, slightly embarrassed.
�My name is Eerin, it means Little Bird. And I am not a kid, I am going on twenty I�ll have you know.� She let out a few short whistles and the birds scattered, save Chase who remained on her shoulder, nibbling at her hair.
�Oh, my mistake, Little Bird.� The grin never left his face. Eerin sat down next to him and finished off the soup, feeding Chase some of the smaller pieces of meat. She walked over to one of the pools and cleaned off the bowl.
�You should get some rest Marv.� Her voice echoed through the shadows. She turned around to prepare for a retort but I seemed that the man was already asleep.
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Chapter One: Silent Wings