Renegade: Chapter One
After months of celebrating the three unique heroes, the public finally came to a horrifying realization. These self-proclaimed "plumbers" were different and strange, a potential threat to human existence. Their advanced abilities gave them the power, although used to aid the forces of good, to turn on the innocent and ultimately destroy them.
Crude gestures of the eyes gouge her body. Her flesh sears as if she's being branded. Hugging her textbooks snug against her chest, she ignores the severe impulse to scratch her skin. Taunting whispers create a symphony of gossip all around her, thickening the air to the point where her throat tightens in desperation. They greet her ears in a hiss; the snakes slither in, chasing her to the comforting sight of Kevin's Camero.
Tears erupt from her eyes the instant she settles in the passenger seat. Spilling her books on the floor and slamming the car door, she doesn't allow him to question her. "Just drive," she chokes, the tension of tears burning in her throat.
Slaughtered words stain the back of gritted teeth as he submits to her pathetic command. She's gasping as he hesitantly shifts into drive. The car violently blasts forward but the roar of the engine isn't enough to drown her out. A mess of makeup runs down her face, staining the cuff of her sleeve as she vehemently rubs at her nose, "Don't take me home." Voice slightly more composed, it still quivers with emotion.
They sit in silence for a long while despite her sniffling and wet coughs. He knows that she does not want to talk about whatever reduced her ego to misery, but primal instincts morph into a fierce need for muscular release, to shield her from the prejudice of the world. Jaw repeatedly clenching and gaping, he makes up his mind as he swings into his garage. Killing the engine, he turns to her, dying words suddenly falling from his lips along with his determined expression. "Gwen…"
Knees pulled to her chest, her nose leaks onto her tights along with the tears. "I don't want to talk about it, Kevin."
"No," he reaches out to her, hand raking through the length of her hair, catching on a tangle. "Tell me what's wrong."
Shifting uncomfortable, she then rests her head on her knees as she gazes out the passenger window. "I don't want to talk about it."
Fine, if she wants to be stubborn… His fingers are slipping through her hair again, trailing over her moist, flushed cheek, skimming under her chin. Forcing her gaze to his, she's met with a gleam teeming with purpose. His brows knit in clear and pained anxiety. "Let me help you. I need to know that—" suddenly, his breath hitches. The hand that cradles her chin gingerly brushes over a dark mark on her jaw line. "Someone punched you."
It frightened her the way his voice came in a calm, yet dangerous whisper. She blinked, holding her breath.
"Who did this to you?"
His teeth are bared. It's as if his stare intensifies the pain of the blooming bruise, for an ache suddenly splinters through her jaw. Grimacing as she opens her mouth, she knows there is no easy way out of this. But his communicator pierces the air in a distress signal. "Trouble," she says with a shaking voice, gaze straying to the flashing alien tech. Her own began to shriek within her purse. Glad for a distraction, she began to dig for it among her belongings until he gripped her arm.
"Gwen, who—"
"No Kevin." She averts her eyes to her limp bag, unable to stomach the apprehension in his wide, exacting pair. "Our mission is more important than my feelings."
He's hesitant, but he slackens his grip on her. Jabbing the key back into the ignition, he reaches for his communicator and clicks it, snarling into the receiver. "What is it, Tennyson?"
A/N: So, I decided to drop the one-shots for a while and start up a chapter fic. I'm open to any suggestions if you guys have any! Feedback would be awesome, for it's been a while since I've done this. Write a chapter fic, I mean. ^-^