Hello readers. i started writting this story because i was bored, and then i sent it to a few of my friends, and they started spasing and forsing me to write more, so i spent five days wrttting twenty eight pages of this story, so please review! i want to know if it's as good as my three friends keep telling me it is.
SISTERS
Chpt.1
"Ahhhh!!!" a woman screamed, and the man placed his gun at her temple.
"Don't make another sound or I'll blow you're brains out." the man threatened as the woman trembled in fear. "Now give me your money." he hissed, and the woman fumbled to get it out of her purse.
"Halt evil doer!" exclaimed a voice.
"Evil doer?" questioned another person.
"What? That doesn't sound good?"
"No. No it doesn't."
"Can we just save the person already?" Out of nowhere came four girls. They all had cat suits and face masks, except they all were different colors, and there was something different about each one.
One was fully dressed in lilac purple, and she held a purple sack containing an old book.
The next person had a red suit, and was holding two small handguns.
Then there was one who was wearing a blue suit that had small daggers in her hands.
Lastly there was one with a bright neon green suit and a crazy bright yellow rain hat.
"What's this? Attack of the toddlers?" the thug chuckled.
"Hey! We're fifteen!" exclaimed the neon green girl. "Well, everyone 'cept Flame that is." she smirked.
"Shut up Pixie!" Flame shot back. The thug started to snicker.
"What type of names are Flame and Pixie?" he laughed. Flame raised her gun at the man.
"They're the types of name's that are gonna kick your butt." she growled.
"Plus Spellbinder." grinned the girl in purple.
"and blade." added the girl in blue.
"word to your mother." smiled Pixie. The thug started cracking up.
"I'm suppose to be scared of four little girls named Blade, Spellbinder, Flame and Pixie?" he snickered.
"Yah." answered Pixie.
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Speel ulit eht pecilop cemo." Spellbinder stated, reading a passage from her book. The thug fell to the ground and started snoring.
"Call the cops lady." Blade stated to the now hyperventilating woman. Then the four girls disappeared in the shadows.
The group entered their rundown small house, and sat in the living room. Flame sat on a recliner, Spellbinder, and Blade sat on the couch, and Pixie laid her back on the ground.
"That was…" she started.
"Terrible?" Blade inquired.
"Pathetic?" Spellbinder questioned.
"A total failure?" Flame added on.
"AWESOME!!!" Pixie exclaimed.
"How?" Blade inquired.
"We defeated him, didn't we? Flame and I were a distraction, Spellbinder took him out, and Blade stood there looking cute." Pixie explained.
"Hey…"
"Is for horses." smiled Pixie, cutting Blade off.
"I didn't just stand there, I told the lady to call the cops." Blade continued.
"Which is sorta obvious, but hey, if it makes you feel good." grinned Spellbinder.
"Oh shut up!" exclaimed Blade giving Spellbinder a friendly shove.
"Well I'm bored. Who wants some grub?" Flame inquired. The three other girls nodded and let out a few 'I do's' and 'That sound goods.' and flame smiled, "good, 'cause Spellbinder's making it." Spellbinder let out a sigh, and pulled her lilac mask off her face.
Dark brown curls rolled down her back about an inch past her shoulder, and her brown eyes held patience.
"Fine. I'll make some pizza." she sighed, this time letting her real voice out. A hint of her Lebanese accent slipped out.
Blade sighed, and pulled her mask off too. She had orange blond hair, and she looked like a mix between German and Irish. Her cat like green eyes held annoyance.
"I'll help you. Since a certain someone won't help out!" she exclaimed, referring to Flame. Pixie sat up, and hugged Blade.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't even think to help. Don't be mad at me." she pleaded.
"it's okay Pixie, I was talking about Flame." Blade stated.
"Oh." said Pixie. She then pulled off her mask revealing frizzy poofy brown hair with golden strips in it. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with happiness. She looked like almost everything. Hispanic, American Indian, German, Irish, African American, and some other stuff all rolled into one. That was Pixie.
"I'll help you guys anyway."
The four girls were the best of friends that were more like sisters. Unfortunately sisters don't always get along.
They baked the pizza in their small oven, and it was quickly cooked.
"Sweet. Flame! We're finished with the pizza!" Spellbinder called.
"We did it! We did it! Como cemo! We did it!" Pixie sung. The two other girls rolled their eyes, but were used to Pixie's crazy random movie quotes, and songs. Flame walked out of her room and into the kitchen.
"Pixie don't sing Dora or I'll shoot you." Flame stated.
"All right all right Ms. Grumpy." Pixie giggled.
Flame had her mask off, and her wavy brown hair was thrown into a low pony tail with her bangs covering one of her blue eyes. She sat at the small table in the kitchen where the other three were.
They all had a glass of water.
"A toast. To making Gotham a safer place." smiled Pixie.
"Yah. 'cause obviously that thug was going to blow up the city." Flame muttered dryly, but still held up her glace for a toast.
"Time for grace." There were three prayers in their house. The first was said by Spellbinder, which was something in Lebanese.
Then there was the Christian prayer that was said by Blade, and Pixie.
Then lastly there was Flame's prayer which she called the "Italian dinner prayer."
"Lets eat." the prayer was plain and simple. With that the four girls ate.
They considered themselves a small band of orphans and runaways that all had something in common, and wanted to make a difference in Gotham. Nothing more, nothing less, however they didn't know about the trouble they were going to get into the next day.
There ya go! That first chapter!
-Laces :D
L.L.A.P (Live long and Prosper)