Authors note: ok, so I changed the way I am going at this story, I removed the prologue because it did not fit with the flow of the story, but if I get enough reviews requesting it I'll put it back up. Otherwise, Enjoy, and please feel free to comment. Also, the story writing style may morph a bit throughout the entire chapter, but eventually it should solidify into something I like. This is gonna take me a few days to write so…yeah don't knock it till I get into the plot abit.
P.s. I should update the story every few weeks or so, so don't get too impatient it takes a while to write and edit a chapter.
p.p.s. special thanks to galifreygirl for editing and plot bunnies :3
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Supernova
'A supernova aka a dying star that explodes and either reverts into a black hole, or creates the premier area for a new star to form. We all have our supernova moments, and it is what we do with these moments that define the rest of our lives. I for one would rather go out with a bang than fade into a black hole.'
Chapter 1
A young girl named Katherine sat in the waiting room of the local police station nursing her split lip and pondering the cause of her dilemma. She normally had a fairly twisted sense of humor, and if this had been happening to anyone else she would have found it extremely funny, but at this point she was numb to all forms of humor. Sighing, she closed her tired grey-gold eyes, while massaging her temples, and wished for all of the world that she had a bottle of aspirin to soothe her aching head and lip.
The whole situation started a several days ago after she got back from her school trip. Little did she know that it would change her life forever.
She arrived home after a week-long trip to find that her father had just lost his job and was falling into a very bad depression spell, and her mother was livid and storming around enough to make a F5 tornado pale in comparison. It was all that she could do to stay in rigor mortis like state on the couch for most of the evening watching a random movie on the television. The only thing registering being the sorrowful call of "wiiiiilssoooooon!" from the actor to a dilapidated volleyball with 'hair.'
She woke up the next morning not even remembering when she went up to bed, and only wishing that she could sleep for the next 6 years until she was old enough to be on her own. That was when the screaming started. Make no mistake screaming was not uncommon in the Fae household, seeing as Lauren Fae had a hot temper and a quick hand. This screaming however, was the sound of complete and utter devastation, and was a sound that neither Katherine nor her sister could have ever made when injured. Spurred on by morbid curiosity Katherine followed the sound of screams into the basement office of her father. There In the office she saw the one thing that she will never be able to erase from her memory. She saw the sight of her mother screaming and sobbing next to the pale corpse of her father lying brokenly on the floor, an empty bottle of pills the only evidence left of his morbid choice.
The next day or so went by in a blur. The mourning party was small due to the introverted nature of her father, and the funeral was inexpensive due to the financial crisis now upon her reduced family unit. The day of the funeral was hot and humid, atypical for funerals but the usual for mid-september in eastern Tennessee, and Katherine's black sundress clung uncomfortably to her frame. The service went by in a sweaty conglomeration of mental and physical aching, and the eulogy was short and to the point. Everything was going as well as could have been until Katherine's grandmother told Lauren
"It's your fault that he died you know. What with all those years of your nagging and bitching about every little detail, and don't get me started on how you treated your kids. You of all people should have known better!"
To which Lauren bit back "what business is it of yours how I treated my kids, you didn't do any better with yours!"
The events that followed were recorded on every nearby mobile device and promptly posted to YouTube or any other websites with a video option. Katherine's grandmother jumped on Lauren with a ferocity rarely seen in those above the ripe age of 60, and started mercilessly kicking and slapping and biting at every known opportunity. And as fit as the old woman was, it was obvious who would get injured if the fight carried on. So with all of the energy she had left from the past week, Katherine charged into the fray to separate her warring family members. Sadly the results of her good deed only led to her split lip and a fair amount of bruising. The fight carried on from that point for nearly twenty minutes with blood, hair, and eventually dentures flying, until the police came and broke things up.
And that brings things to back to the present where Katherine has been waiting in the police station for over 2 hours, and she is getting fairly antsy. She may be patient, but there are only so many times you can count and nickname the ceiling tiles for fun before you get a one way ticket to the nuthouse. Suddenly she heard the click of the door opening and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she was soon to be free of the madhouse known as her brain.
The police chief walked in and observed the small girl before him. She was fairly petite even for her age, reaching only 4 foot 8 at the age of 12, and had muddy chocolate brown hair. The officer sighed as he looked at the incident report involving her family, and the bruised and bloodied face of the poor child. He inwardly cringed at the knowledge that he received from interviewing her family, and hoped that the brawl was the only time that the girl was injured by her own kin. He then sat down and commenced the interview.
"Well, how about we get this investigation over with so you can be home in time for dinner, ok sweetheart?"
At this statement Katherine bristled "please let me make one thing clear sir. I may be small, but I will not be treated like an ignorant child. I am smart enough to know the severity of my situation."
The chief looked flabbergasted for a moment and then broke into a weak chuckle. "All righty then, what can you tell me about the incidents today, I need your input on the report." Katherine sighed and shook her head as she answered.
"Long story short, officer, my grandmother told off my mom at the funeral, and they got into a catfight…a very drawn out and painful catfight. I tried to intervene, and that is how I ended up with a split lip, a black eye, and other various bruises."
The officer sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. "Well, Katherine, your story matches up with the other witnesses, which means that your mother will have to do some time for a few days until charges can be resolved, but before you can get some sleep I have to ask you a few more questions because of some disturbing news from your relatives."
Katherine tensed, knowing the gist of what the conversation would cover, but tried to hide it with a well-placed stretch and yawn. "Ok, sir, what do you need to know?"
The chief rubbed the bridge of his nose is exasperation, wishing for all his life he didn't have to inquire about yet another wound in this child's life. "Ok then" he said " first question, has your mother ever shown any signs of being mentally unstable or disturbed? Examples being violent fits of temper, et cetera."
Katherine paled slightly and responded with a timid "no comment."
The questioning went on for about twenty minutes, with the police chief adamantly trying to find any evidence that could lead to an investigation of child abuse, but Katherine would always respond with a 'no' or 'no comment'. Reason being that she may have hated what her mother became when angry, but she still loved her because she was her mother.
After twenty minutes the police chief was about to give up when he remembered something that one of the EMT's on scene said… "Katherine, one last question. Did you or did you not have a facial bruise in accordance with a punch or slap before the fight in question?" Katherine with reluctance truthfully answered
"Yes..." she paused "does this mean that my mother is in trouble, because I don't like starting trouble."
The police chief shook his head and smiled a sad and exasperated smile.
"No, your mother isn't in trouble per say…you just can't stay with her until she is proven a trustworthy parent…and given your circumstances, the chances of that are slim…"
At this Katherine was nearly to tears, seeing as she had no relatives who could afford another child, and all she could think was 'well shit, life can't get much w-…nope not gonna even go there…dad…why did you have to leave me.' At this point Katherine was at the verge of tears, and then the police chief gave her a bit of hope.
" The good news is that you won't have to go into foster care. We found some relatives of your mother that live in tranquility Nevada." Katherine only stared blankly at that statement, so the police chief continued
"… It will be a fairly drastic move, but given the circumstances your family and I have decided that this would be the best course of action."
Kat realized what was at stake, and knew that going to family would be better than going to a stranger, so she resignedly asked the chief "…ok then, what are the names of my new family, and how long do I have before I leave?"
The chief smiled and thought 'well at least I haven't ruined her entire life' and responded "you are going to be staying with your mother's cousin Judy Witwicky and her husband and son, Ron and Sam. You leave tomorrow afternoon. You don't have to worry about packing, we had movers go in and pack up your things before I came to talk to you."
Katherine stared at the chief mouth slightly agape while she processed his words. "Wait, so I leave for Nevada in less than 24 hours!?" she then closed her eyes and mumbled a few expletives while trying to calm down. 'Well' she thought 'I've always wanted an older brother'
It was bright and early the next morning when Katherine was awoken from her light sleep on a cot at the police station, and she was in a bad mood. Katherine is in no way a morning person, and having to wake up at 5 in the morning for a 7 am flight to Nevada is not on her bucket list. To make matters worse she found a small going away party waiting for her at the airport.
Another thing that Katherine hates is showing her emotions, so the thought running through her head when she sees the teary face of her sister amongst the crowd is 'oh shit, nope…not gonna cry, nope no no no…shit I'm crying…oh screw it' and with that thought Katherine ran and glomped her older sister.
"Hey rose…" her sister smiled in a way that was almost too sad to be a smile and ruffled her hair
"Hey kit-kat… as much as I love you a little oxygen would be nice"
Katherine smiled evilly and said "no, I like choking the air from your lungs, and what did I tell you about calling me kit-kat." Rose laughed and said
"Hey, it's better than kitten isn't it?"
Katherine shivered and in a deadpan voice said "yes, yes it is" she then sighed and let loose a few tears "I'll miss you big sis" and proceeded to hug her sister as tight as humanly possible.
"I'll miss you too kit-kat…but hey look on the bright side, its only for a few years, and I can visit you on breaks." Katherine was crying harder as rose went on with her little speech "…plus, I heard you will be getting that big brother you always wanted…right?" it was that sentence that led Katherine to full blown sobbing
"b-but I d-don't *sniff* want an o-older b-brother…I wanna stay h-here with you!"
And with that both sisters were sobbing and clinging to each other for dear life. It took both the police chief, and several other family members to tear them apart from each other. Both of the sisters then finished their teary goodbyes, and by the end of it all Katherine had red puffy eyes and was seated on a plane wishing that she had chocolate, mountain dew, and her favorite customized pistol to polish.
Ten minutes later Katherine was willing to forego the chocolate and just get the pistol so that she could stop the obnoxious kid behind her from kicking her seat and making rude comments. The only thought in her head besides contemplating murder were along the lines of 'is he REALLY supposed to be the same age as me' and 'of all the days to have not invented my idiot gun.' In short, she was tired, pissed, emotionally drained, and slightly homicidal.
So an in-flight movie and several soft drinks later Katherine was more than relieved to hear the landing speech and practically begging time to go faster, she may have hated leaving Tennessee but she still was exited to meet her new family. After gathering the small amount of luggage that she brought with her , most of her belongings were sent ahead via a cargo flight the night before, she headed to the entrance of the airport to find her new family. After looking at random signs for a few minutes she finally found her name written semi sloppily on a piece of cardboard, and she bounced over to the group.
When she arrived she was promptly greeted by an overenthusiastic red headed woman.
"Hello! Are you Katherine? We have been dying to meet you, and I hope you can ignore the sign, my husband was too cheap to actually buy one so he made it himself and as you can see he-" at this point a balding man stepped into the conversation
"Judy, your smothering the girl, and I am NOT cheap…I'm frugal." Katherine just looked back and forth between the two squabbling adults before laughing
"Yes, I'm Katherine and Aunt Judy, you don't have to worry about cheapskate husbands, my dad is-" at this slip up Katherine visibly deflated "…was…one of the best of them."
At this reminder Katherine was nearly in tears, and Sam who had been hanging on the sidelines saw her tears and panicked. He didn't know how to deal with a crying kid, but he attempted to calm her down.
"Um…hey…Katherine…" he hugged her awkwardly and patted her back "there…there?" Katherine hugged Sam back, started smiling evilly and said.
"Wow, you kinda suck at this comforting thing…keep your day job."
At this Katherine looked up at Sam and realized not only his sincerity but also his height. He was a staggering 5 foot 11 to her 4 foot 8 frame, and Katherine had to point out this monumental fact
"Whoa, your tall… but if you keep calling me Katherine then we are going to have issues." The last phrase said with thinly veiled venom, and threats.
"Then what am I supposed to call you?" Sam slightly wanted to run screaming at this point due to his mounting fear of the child.
"You can call me kat… or if you REALY want to, kit-kat. Either way works for me….oh and before I forget" and with that thought Katherine glomped Sam until his face turned a nearly unearthly shade of purple. After nearly killing her new brother Kat took on a pondering expression.
"Just one question, did my stuff get here already, because I had some ideas that I thought of on the plane that I want to work on."
At this point Mr. Witwicky, who had been watching the whole ordeal between the two in amusement, along with his wife, stepped in "your stuff got here this morning, and is in your room" he then seemed to remember something
"…although I gotta ask, what was in the large box marked 'FRAGILE' and… 'EXPLOSIVE'?"
Katherine chuckled and said with slight manic glee "oh, that's just the gun collection that I inherited from dad, and don't worry about legal stuff. As long as I don't go around shooting people the government doesn't care that I own them."
Ron, Judy, and Sam all deadpanned at this, and Sam piped up "well, I can honestly say that the next six years won't be boring"
Little did Sam know how true his statement was, the next six years would be nothing but interesting for both he, and his adopted sibling.
