I'm posting this in celebration of that I only have two exams left…HAHA! WHOOP! I'm getting rat-arsed on Tuesday ahem…I mean…not until I'm 18 and legal…yeah.
What's this you see before your eyes…ANOTHER story from Valda, well she has just finished her exams and has until September 1st to relax, go out, work, update her current stories AND write this but what the hell! OH! And try to get a tan for the first time in her life…AND go and get unbelievably drunk because she finished her exams HAZAR!
She's also going to wonder why she's speaking in a third person but that's for another day…
It's a RedXStar story, AU, MUHA I like the criminals, it's how I keep myself from the dark side and their cookies I was thinking of making it a High school fic, I wanted to make Raven emo, jus kidding…but anyway, the high school thing is over used (and in my opinion Queen-of-Azarath's story is the best, like I could try and beat it), college is Jackalobe's domain so D-I-WaRrIa suggested criminals (I think it's because I'm good with evil) and I thought GENIUS!
Dedication: This is dedicated to my new friend! Fallenteenhearts! blows horn and bangs drum
She (along with D-I-WaRrIa and RedXStarRob) were the one's who told me to write this, but seeing that I haven't dedicated anything to her yet…well I thought he deserved it! You know you all love her!
So anyway! Onward with the story! blows horn and bangs drum again
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What?
Shedding your skin
Chapter one:
Prologue
"Okay…how about her?"
"She's alright, not much on the ass though…"
"Her?"
"Okay man…no, that's wrong."
"Her"
"Nerd"
"Her"
"Alright"
"Her"
"Been there done that."
"Really?"
"Okay man the questions are getting annoying."
"One more?"
"No."
"Go on…"
"Fuck off Roy! Go follow Greyson like you do everyday." These were the final words of Xun Akako before he abandoned the over eager Roy Harper at the street corner Xun had been using to think, had being the main word here.
Roy's resounding "I don't!" flew in one ear and out the other as Xun went on his way, dodging strangers with practiced ease and grace, but his startling appearance still brought gazes his way. Xun Akako was tall; he had a muscular build that was important to his job. Dark brown, almost black hair hung casually around his slanted stormy grey eyes; his fairly pale skin was covered in a thin black jacket with a red shirt poking out, faded jeans and casual black trainers. But that wasn't what brought him so many looks, on Xun's face along with his with handsome features he had many scratches and scars, one of them which stood out more than others was large in the shape of a rough X and considering his name was Xun, well he found himself with a nickname.
He gaze would linger on the females he passed, eyes taking in every asset and flaw, almost like a second nature he would see if they looked worth his night…but that was just his style. His way…who he had become. He grimaced, it was happening again; he was thinking about things, he was feeling guilty about how he lived, again. He hadn't felt guilt in years. And he'd done some pretty rotten things in his time, I mean there was this time when…wait we're going off subject. Anyway, the point is that Xun needed something new, or he'd keep experiencing these stupid feelings. You see Xun had a…unique way of living, many ordinary men would envy him if they knew because he lived like many wished, on the edge, he was bad, and that was putting it lightly.
He'd come to America, or more accurately Jump City when he was fourteen years old, he'd been tall, skinny and oh so confused. He'd come with his Mother from China, she didn't believe in communism so she decided to take her only son and family to the land of the free…and that's where it all went wrong. (I don't call me unpatriotic because I live in Britain HA). First off his Mother had a problem making a living, because of her lack of qualifications and simply the fact that there were no jobs available, Xun found it hard in the American schools, he was an easy target because of his unfamiliarity of American customs. He soon found himself fighting, fighting again until finally…he was expelled.
As he had wondered home from the school, preparing for an easy way to let his mother know he'd been as they'd put it…permanently suspended when he'd bumped into a boy around his own age. The boy looked him up and down, Xun did the same and they both realized they looked fairly alike, the boy then introduced himself quickly as Greyson and asked him a favor. Before Xun could even answer a package had been shoved into his chest and he was told to run home as fast as he could but come back to that spot within an hour. Puzzled but grateful to meet someone who wasn't picking on him Xun obliged and ran home. When he'd returned to the spot exactly an hour later, the package still clutched to his chest he found Greyson there, his arms crossed and a lazy smirk across his features, Xun handed him his package which he took without hesitation. Xun then asked what was inside the package (merely for his own curiosity), but Greyson asked him about himself instead. That afternoon Xun found himself making his first friend, and his name was Richard Greyson, he was also fourteen, but hadn't bothered at all with school, he knew the main needs of education, reading, writing and math, but he was well educated in things he really needed, the knowledge of the streets.
When you're young you find yourself copying and learning from your best friend, and Xun did exactly this, Richard seemed to like having Xun around, so he taught Xun everything he knew, the good things that Xun would need to get along in America and the bad things. But Xun was good at what he learned. He found himself following Richard on his drug runs instead of finding a new school, his mother didn't know any better and soon he and Richard became a team. And as he'd gotten older the more he and Richard did. When he hit sixteen he and Richard were given the task of playing lookout at the local Brothels to keep an eye out if the police came to search the place, but they started enjoying themselves a lot more, Xun went along with it, he was a teenage boy and every boy had that sort of thing on their minds, it was natural. But by the time he was Eighteen Xun was hardly natural, he and Richard were actually part of the gang now, they did things for their superiors, went after other gangs, Richard had taught him to fight, Richard showed him how to have his way with women. Richard had created Red X, a feared gang member.
And Xun…he just went along with it.
He was so caught up in the past that he didn't realize his cell phone vibrating in his pocket in the present, he blinked and reached into his jacket to pull out his small black Razor™ and flipped it open, the ID read Greyson so he thought it would be best to answer.
"What is it Greyson, I left your boyfriend at the ally on Fagan's Road, I'm pretty sure he won't get raped." Xun said before his best friend could get a word in.
"Oh fucking hilarious X, you're feeling sharp today" The voice of Richard Greyson crackled through the reception, dry humor suffocating every word.
"Yeah wanna sit on me?" Xun answered without a beat as he grinned into his phone. There was an impatient sigh on the line before Richard spoke again.
"Maybe later, but right now I need your ass here in Hell; the higher ups want a meeting. Don't be late."
Click
Xun groaned as he put his phone back in his pocket, he was actually hoping for the night off but his job came first…unfortunately. Running a hand through his hair he turned on himself and walked the other way and set off towards Hell.
♥TT
Korina Alba clutched her bag to her chest as she walked along the street, the sun was beginning to set in the distance, but she couldn't see it through the towering buildings of brick, they looked so ugly so…industrial. She was knocked side wards as a stranger ploughed into her, she stumbled and dropped her bag onto the damp pavement, bending down to pick up her belongings she shouted after the stranger, whose had a small cell phone connected to his head, that seemed to be a common look with young men and women.
"I do not appreciate your act of impoliteness stranger!" She shouted after him, her broken English drawing questioning stares. She heard a faint voice mutter 'immigrant,' it carried on the night air and wrapped itself around her, causing her to shiver involuntarily. She frowned as she straightened herself up, she'd been in America for around three months now and it seemed the people weren't as kind as she'd first thought.
Korina hurried along to her run down apartment, it was pretty simple, an old looking sofa and a small unused TV set on a small cabinet holding a CD player and her favourite music brought back from her home. A kitchen in the corner with the essentials, she threw her bag on her couch and walked into the one bedroom which had a double bed (she couldn't resist it, it had been a bargain) and a small wardrobe. There was a door leading to her bathroom. It was small, there was rot on the bathroom wall and the neighbors had a habit of going to rough…but it was all Korina could afford with her job, the glamorous job of working at a bar didn't pay as much as she'd like. She tapped the message button on her phone and waited for the mechanical voice to kick in and tell her today's messages. She collapsed onto her sofa and laid her head back so it was hanging off the edge, her hair spilling onto the less than clean carpeting and closed her eyes as the monotonous recording rambled on until it got to the part she actually needed to listen to.
"You have two messages. First message received today…at 13:45 pm. Message one"
A different voice then came up on the recording, she recognized it as one of her friend's Bee, well her real name was Honey Beaker but she'd been Bee since the first time Kori had met her, even though Kori had only known her for just under three months they'd became fast friends.
"Hey girl!" Bee was from New York and her speech broadcasted it. "Just wondering what you were up to tonight, you better not be working again Kori, that bar's been working you like a dog. Well call me when you get this. Love you!"
Kori, as Bee had dubbed her sighed, yeah her job did work her all the time, but Kori needed every penny she could get at the moment, see there was a reason Kori had left her country to come to America, she wanted to go to college to train to become a teacher, but her parent's were dead against it, so they'd cut her off completely. She could still remember her Mother's quivering lip as her Father had yelled at her, telling her that America was no place for a girl like her. He'd been partially right to. It was hard for her to fit in, she was unnaturally naïve and her broken English made her look quite strange, but she couldn't really help it, English wasn't even her first language. She brought herself back to listen to her second message, at first the voice which was speaking Kori honestly thought it was the machine but she quickly realized that the machine didn't talk with an edge of impatience.
"Kori, my Father just called, he's coming to the bar with colleagues, I need you down here by 7:00pm, it'll add onto your pay at the end of the month, I'm doing you a favor here, I know you need the money more than some of the other girls, so get your ass down here."
That message was from the one of a kind Rachael Scath, Aka her boss. Rachael ran her Father's bar while he took care of a different business, it was part of Kori's job not to listen to the conversations of her costumers, not to ask about the costumers and not answer back to them what ever they did. Kori's job was to smile and get drinks, ignore the comments, ignore the insensitive talk about her which viewed her as an object. And ignore the slaps on the behind that made her want to turn and slap them on a different kind of cheek!
She opened her eyes and looked at her watch, sighing she sat up and went into her bedroom to change. 6:40PM. she had twenty minutes to get to work. Luckily for her it wasn't that far, changing into her uniform which was a white shirt with a small waist coat that stopped just under her breast, a black skirt and small black shoes. Throwing her hair up in a messy bun she grabbed her jacket and threw it around her shoulders, grabbing her bag again she was out the door before she realized she forgot to call Bee back. But she had to get to Hell…I mean 'The hell hole.' Nice name huh? Well it was where Kori worked five days a week unless told that she had to work some more…I guess you could say Korina wasn't living the sweet life…at all.
♥TT
There, one chapter down! The next one will be longer, but this is just an introduction.
So now I'll explain Characters, but you'll find out their jobs in good time. But it is pretty simple to tell whose who, but for the mind troubled reading I've put their titan identity.
Korina Alba. 19. Aka Starfire
Xun Akako. 20. Aka Red X
Richard Greyson. 20. Aka Robin
Honey Beaker. 22. Aka Bumblebee
Roy Harper. 18. Aka Speedy
Rachael Scath. 20. Aka Raven
Victor Sparks. 23. Aka Cyborg
Logan Fields. 19. Aka Cyborg
Jia Hex. 19. Aka Jinx
Wally West. 22. Aka Kid Flash
The others will be introduced as we go. Okay? OH! But I do have two questions for you!
Who do you think the Gang leaders should be?
What other Characters would you like included? No OC's.
Can you handle that? Yes? Good! And if I do fail to update this in good time, feel free to hit me with my horn and drum. Not really…
Now add to your favorites and review damn it! Smiles sweetly
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