As Jackson rounded the corner of an alley he heard a small cry. It sounded... girlish. He wasn't sure what to make of it. It sounded in pain which concerned him. He froze and drew his sword from his back. He climbed to a roof as quietly as he could. Another cry of pain. He hated the noise, it pained him to hear it. Jackson looked over the edge slowly to see a girl. His age maybe from what he could tell cornered by a large man. Most likely a criminal.

The girl was bleeding from the side, she gripped her side in pain. It looked like she had been shot. She tried to fight back against the man but he was to strong. She thought there would be no hope for her. The man grinned.

"You are very wanted for a nice price. What got you way out here? Shouldn't you be back at the headquarters in prison ya little freak?" The man said in a taunting voice with a large smirk.

The girl didn't answer and the man held a gun to her head. She shut her eyes as if she was ready to die. Some tears fell from her eyes and the man put his finger over the trigger. As he was about to pull a sword came through his chest and he fell over. Dead. His eyes wide in the shock of the unknowing coming of death. Jackson pulled the sword out and put it back in it's sheath.

The girl looked up at him with large eyes. They were green, her hair was long and black. She was wearing white rags and her side bled more. She kept a hand on her side and let out a quiet cry of pain. Jackson picked her up and carried her back to the cathedral quickly. He didn't want to leave her there to die. That was just... wrong.

When he got there she was unconcious, most likely from blood loss. He quickly moved all his equipment off the table and set her on it. He moved her bloody shirt up to see the wound. There were three bullet holes around the same spot. Jackson grabbed his medical equipment and slowly cut the skin between the holes to see better. He grabbed his tweezers and pulled out three bullets within ten minutes. Jackson put the bullets to the side and quickly found his string for stitches before grabbing a needle. He was done stitching the wound within 20 minutes. He cleaned the wound with alcohol before wrapping her side with gauze. Jackson kept her on the table for now.

He put up a second hammock across from his and set the girl in it. Jackosn noticed a number tatooed to her forearm. He inspected it for only a second before turning away. He heard the rain start to pour outside quietly tapping the roof. Jackson cleaned up the table and the bullets of the flesh and blood. He started to ponder what the man had said sbout the girl being wanted. What did he mean by her being wanted? He pondered this as he cleaned his blade of the now dry blood. He felt obliged to clean his space for some reason. He wasn't really sure why but he didn't question it. He just did it.

Jackson waited... and waited for the girl to wake up. He was almost scared she was dead, but he saw her chest rise and fall in a rythmic breathing pattern of sleep. He pulled the cat-like robot he was working on off it's shelf above the table. He started improving its joints the best he could. That way is was agile like a cat. He wasn't sure what to name the robot. He had a list of female names but nothing seemed to fit with it's appearance. It finally hit him. Luna. That would be the robot's name. He was excited to get an A.I. chip for it now. Jackson slipped his head out of the window to see it was around 5pm from what he could tell at least. Suddenly there was a quiet feminine groan from the back of the room.

Jackson turned quickly to see the girl waking up slowly. He rushed over quickly not wanting her to sit up and ruin his haniwork on her side. Her bright green eyes were open and she moved her hair out of her eyes slowly.

"Where am I?" She asked quickly and fearfully.

"In the Notre Dame cathedral and don't sit up. You will ruin the stitches in your side." Jackson said coldly. The last thing he needed was to become attatched to the girl.

The girl stared at him perhaps for only a second but it felt like ages. Jackson shook his head and turned away. It dawned on him that he should probably give her something to eat. He pulled out an apple and handed it to her. She took it greatfully and ate quietly.

"What is your name?" Jackson asked with his back turned to her still.

"Catherine. What is your's?" She asked curiously.

"Jackson." He said with his back turned and working on the robot again.

Catherine was quiet for a long time before saying, "Thank you."

Jackson turned to look at her but her back was already turned and she was asleep. He sighed and continued his work in silence only hearing the quiet breathing of Catherine sleeping.