Yay! My first fan fiction! Please take it easy on me, but I will gladly take constructive criticisms you can offer.
In case i didn't describe my characters appearance enough I'm just gonna tell you here: Long coarse wavy brown hair. Oval shaped faced with large icy blue eyes and plush lips. (Imagine Christina Ricci mixed with Angelina Jolie)
Another night, another credit.
Another day spent wandering the streets for anyone seeking the warmth of another body.
Another day spent pretending to be a sexy fox with red lips and dark eyes.
Another day stuck on Omega, dieing inside.
This hell hole was suppose to be my escape. No more parents breathing down my neck, no more expectations to be proper and perfect. This was suppose to be the place I could go and be free. Become a mercenary or even a merchant or something.
Dunai's paradise.
That's what it was supposed to be.
My first day off the shuttle I was excited and eager. My coarse wavy Brown hair, was tied back into a lose and messy bun, random strands floating around my oval shaped face and icy blue eyes. First place I went to was the afterlife club I kept hearing about. It was quiet and filled with many different species. Mostly Turians and Asari, only a few humans. I slid up to the bar trying to hide my nervousness. I didn't know the drinking age and i was only eighteen at the time. The Turian bartender didn't ask for any i.d. and simply gave me the drink I ordered.
The music pulsed through the club like an erratic heartbeat. Asari, wearing enticing clothing, danced and entertained. Even I was excited by a lilac purple skinned able dancer. A group of Batarians came up to the bar beside me. I got dirty looks from the four-eyed creatures and decided to move to an unoccupied booth.
I looked around at all the different people. This was the place for me. I would find a merc, or start small in a store and work my way up. I was gonna make it big. Then i met Albin. He was handsome. Tall sturdy frame, with sharp facial features and dark brown hair. He had on bright blue merc armor that immediately caught my attention.
"You're new around here, aren't you?" He had a devilish grin that would make mothers hide heir daughters away.
"That obvious huh?" I took a sip of my drink to hide my nerves, "just got here today. Hell of a trip."
"Just today huh? You're real new around here. Any plans on what your gonna do?" He slid into the booth beside me, eyes glancing at my body before my face.
"I'm gonna be a mercenary. Shooting for credits sounds good to me." He chuckled at my response.
"you know, I'm in a mercenary group. Maybe I could help you out a bit?"
We continued talking for a few hours, but to make a long story short: that night i got robbed, spend a week starving in the streets, got a job as an exotic dancer, and eventually ended up on the streets selling my body.
Quite the life huh?
The first time was with a business man. He was straightforward with what he wanted, not an ounce of scruples in him. A simple suck and i got 50 credits. I didn't feel too bad after that, not completely alright, but I didn't feel sick of myself.
My next job was much harder. He wanted the whole thing. I couldn't turn him away. His money was good and my stomach was empty.
I forced myself not to cringe as he lowered himself onto me. His clammy sweaty body rubbing on mine, as his moans and sighs echoed in my ears. He shuddered as he came. After he left I spent hours in the shower. I understood how those women in the movies felt. No matter how much i scrubbed, clawed, and cried; I could never wash it away. I could never again be clean.
Its been three years since then. I've learned to steel my nerves to each Jon. When the client touches me I no longer cringe. Instead I let my whole body and mind become numb. I have to. Ive become quite popular now. Got enough money to share a decent apartment with an Asari named Liama(same profession as me sadly) and my last shred of hope in the galaxy. Svetlana.
The outcome of a Jon who wanted a free second round. She was my light in this dark world. When i found out about Svetlana I cried for hours. Liama came home to find me red eyed and hoarse on the couch. She held me for a long time letting me get everything out.
Now I had to work harder. A beautiful daughter at home, needed lots of attention and diapers. I left her with Liama when i could, but when my Asari friend had to work I was forced to spend money on a babysitter.
With all that had happened to me I never thought it could get worse, or better.
I got ready for another nights work. I chose a red tube top and black mini skirt. Horrible choice of clothing but the clients liked it. My makeup was heavy to make me look more alive and awake than i usually looked. The ringlets of hair were pinned back to stay out of my face. Liama was holding Svetlana as I walked out the door.
"say byebye to mommy." Liama waved my daughters delicate hand. I waved feebly back.
"Bye sweetie. I'll be home in time to feed you breakfast." Svetlana smiled and giggled. Seeing her innocent happiness made my heart burst.
I locked the door behind me. We were in a better part of Omega but nowhere was truly safe. I walked down the usual path I did. Whistles from Batarians and Humans made my heart shudder. Today was gonna be a busy day. I prepared myself for another day of work. My mind numbing itself from the inevitable shame. The body was no longer mine. It was just a shell i was borrowing to make money.
I took a deep breath, and continued my search for clients.
So how did I do? I'm hoping it will be better as I add more. Also this is the only chapter I'm gonna write in first person. I'm not too good at it but i wanted the intro to be more personal.
And if you read it at all, thankyou very much ^_^
