United
Chapter 1: Part 1 Los Angola's, Lights, Cities, and Demons
Lights flickered on as the lights of LA hit you like shinning chandlery. It was always mesmerizing looking on in the taxi. The young woman looked on at the beauty tightly squeezing her bag. Seeing what a wonderful city this is hides really what evil lays beneath it all. The woman quickly looked from every direction out the window.
She was close to her destination to deliver what she's been protecting all this time. Now it was time for it to be placed somewhere safe. The taxi finally made it to her destination. Smiling and happy the woman made it safely quickly paying the driver. She speed walked quickly.
Street lamps were flickering off and on as she walked faster and faster to the building. Shadows were creeping up behind her as her veins felt like ice. A dark hand wimped up behind her shoulder. Consciously she understood who was behind her. Raising her palm to her face it illuminated in pure flames. Quickly making a side step turn the witch threw the fire quickly as it flew, shattering a street lamp burning in flames of the witch's fire. It was melting slowly, without caring she was gazing in the dark shadows of the park looking for the enemy.
"I know you're their! If you want what I protect, you'll have to try and kill me for it!" The witch tried to look confident at her enemy, but was acting to cocky.
Back and forth she stared at all of her surroundings. Making her way to the door inside a feeling rush inside her as sharp steel was crippling her spine. The knife was twisting and turning as it was cracking her spine. The knife was jabbed in until the breath of the witch was taken out of her. Collapsing to the ground, the body laid motionless as blood was seeping from her spinal cord splintered out.
"Thanks for the delivery, miss." A deep voice rang out like an echo. Slowly kneeling down he cleaned the atheme of the stain blood on the woman's sweater. He took the bag the witch was protecting and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Billie's Prove:
Crowed of college students were pilling around this couldn't be the worst kind of change when I moved in Los Angele's. Ouch I really hate these new freshmen in college now that I transferred here. All I wanted to do was get my life started all over again and forget well…Being a witch. Ever since the Ultimate battle I fell in my heart shatter after everything was taken from me back in San Francisco. My parents, my friendship with the Halliwell, and killing my sister. After figuring out the situation with the Triad, I earned back the trust I had with the Halliwell sisters and amen's to my heinous accusations'.
It was about time to start over without magic in my life for now. I needed to forget everything clean slate. Starting at Westwood College. At least for now my life without magic is ok, for now. Smiling to myself.
"Miss Jenkins." I looked up at the front desk with the secretary up front.
"Here's your new schedule that is the same at your last university, Miss Jenkins. Were hope you like the campus and the students here." The middle aged secretary gave me a smile. That was so sweet.
"Darcy! No! Yes I am at the front office now. It's in my bag." Coming from a shrieking feminine voice. I turned around to see a blonde headed girl coming up yelling in her cell phone. She looked frantic and unorganized try to find something in her bag.
"Look Darcy I'm going to be fineee-" Tripping over her black leather heels, bag spilling over.
I couldn't help but laughing at her holding my breath in. I did the honorable thing to try and help her out.
"Look all call you back, yeah bye Darcy!" Pushing the end button the girl flipped her cell closed. We were trying to pick up all the files and papers that fell out.
"Thanks for your help. I'm Hope Hammond. I just transferred here." Holding hand out and making the introduction about herself.
"Billie. Don't worry I transferred here too. So you're not alone anymore." Telling her, but became dumbfounded looking down at the scary looking box as I picked it up and handed it to her.
"Oh that's just a family handy down. It's been in our family for a long time. I can't get rid of it even if I tried pawning it." As Hope put it back in her bag.
"Well you sometimes family like that can be drag if I say in my opinion." That is a total lie thinking to myself since my family is gone now.
We were walking back to the front desk to the front desk and having a great time without anything supernatural to ruin what can possible the start in my new normal life.
Hope' Prove:
That was so close thinking to myself as I got my schedule from the nice secretary. Billie was right telling me she's a sweet old bun. We were really making progress now that I'm not alone after transferring half the year. It was pretty close when Billie saw the box as I got nervous in my head. Since I am now officially the new Guardian of Pandora's Box my life in San Francisco was a wreck trying to live my life and duties separately.
It was nerve wrecking I thought I'd lose a brand new friend here; the moment Billie saw the box. I mean it's hard to hide the thing every time I drop it in front of good looking guy; they give an odd look and avoid me. This is the fresh start. Make new friends, study, and party. How hard could that be?
"Do you want get coffee because I hear about this great café when I came here?" Billie asked me as we were walking down to the center of campus.
"Really? That new place…ughh…Tropic Garden. I heard that they've got great music."
"So you're coming?"
"Hell yeah." I replied back
The both of us laughed at the reply when the craziest thing happened above us.
"Look out!"
Looking behind us a skateboard was hovering above them. It's surprising when we saw the guy come down the steps making a perfect land on the ground. Well…was almost as perfect when he tripped on his skateboard in front of us. I noticed Billie left to check to see if the guy was ok, lying on the ground slumped on his back.
"Oh my god!" Billie shouted. Placing her hand on his forehead and trying to pick him.
"Eh. That's the last time I make a stunt like that." The boy was rubbing his curly blond hair.
"That's what happens when you're not supposed to skate above us without a warning to move." I said to him as I walked to the boy and Billie.
"Yeah. Thanks for memo. I'm Eddie by the way. Eddie Lancaster." Bowing down in a comedic way. Billie seemed to find it funny and endearing. That was the one thing I hated about a jockey or a skater guy to flirt with a girl. He clearly was both sine he was lean and muscular with a cocky smile. Billie seemed quite interested in this type.
For a real fast recovery from the fall it seem like he'd done this before or at least on purpose. Thinking to myself I know this guy gonna start fresh and ruin it like an epic fail with one of us.
"Sorry about that. Maybe I could make it up to girls by telling your names?" Eddie inquired.
"I'm Billie."
"Hope." I said sternly.
"Well Billie and Hope, why don't I apologize by givingby you girls drinks tonight?"
"I think I would like that. Why don't you want to meet us at the Tropic Garden?" Billie
Are you kidding me? Why out of all the cute and good guys but that one has to come along with us? What is wrong with this picture thinking to myself. Well I don't care who my new friends gonna date.
"I'll take you on that offer." Eddie winked at her as slowly got his skateboard off the ground and walk off. Leaving Billie smiling with the date she got.
"What?" Billie saw look I gave her. "He's Hot."
"Oh Billie. My new naïve little friend, you could do so much better."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Oh let's just say I had long history of dating." Using Billie as an arm rest we laughed about my love life was like.
Melissa's Prove:
Los Angela's one of the great cities everyone wants to go too. Not! Life here is starting great but now I just want to runaway and change my name to Keko. I'm eighteen out of high school and my mom just wants me to stay out of college and take private studies. Like taking over one of the biggest fashion companies in the world would be great? Ok yeah I admit it. It is cool mostly because it definitely is the clothes, shoes, and jewelry.
Sometimes I wish my life wouldn't involve something…something exciting to get make my life a little more meaning. I'd rather want to take a jet off to Paris or Rome. Maybe even Italy. For now I'm just on lockdown status from my mommy or I'll be dragged back here. Take about being forced against your own will. Thinking in my head sarcastically.
"Melissa, can you please keep that window closed?" Speak of the devil as my mother asked dearly.
Rolling my eyes I rolled up the window because she rambles on how her skin will break in hives if sunlight hits her too long.
"Could you at least be excited for me? This is great opportunity we have that my new line is going to hit runway, tonight." Her mother was twisting her hair back in forth looking in her compact mirror place cherry red color on her.
"Yeah, fun for you." I replied half-heartily.
"Is there something you like to say?"
"I don't want to go." Mashing the palm of my hands on the fine leather of this oh gracious limousine were riding in.
"Could you at least be happy for me? This is an outstanding thing that will be good for us."
"I've always been happy for you. I go to those runways I don't want to be in and I eve modeled in your designs too!"
"You said you loved that."
"That's beside the point mom! I did all those things for you but I never get to do what I want! I just want to go somewhere I want to and have fun. Party like a normal kid and maybe have friends." Finishing my rebellious statement.
"You do have friends." She shot back.
"Not ones you pay since I was seven." Turning my head at the window and pulling own hair. God! I'm getting such a headache when I fight with her.
This brought on the silence between the two of us. Again. This just leaves me no choice if I want to get out of this silence and my mother… Placing my hand behind I tried to completely keep myself calm when I do this. Sparks of Electricity from my hand were hitting directly at the speaker behind me. This was a good thing this limo had had speakers for music for else I wouldn't get out of here. Smoke sizzled alarming my mother perfectly.
I could already hear an eerie scream already right in front of me as my mom dropped her lip stick at the sight of fire behind me. Lucky for me my acting was spectacular for her to fall for. I gasped astonishingly, giving oh my god routine all girls do. Mom was already tried to swat the fire with her rain coat and was yelling at the cab driver to stop the car erratically. The cab made a stop so hard that I could have almost fallen in the fire.
Damn my plan isn't working as well as I planned, thinking to myself.
"Arnold, call the police, fire department, somebody now!" She screamed at the cab drive carefully I grabbed the door and to open the door and ran out quickly pulling my mother's hand dragging her with me. After making that zap the only thing we were in the middle of was a blocked out road and a cab honking his horn straight out at us.
"Hey Diva! Pop Queen! Move your asses out the road!" The cab driver pulled his head barking at us. Oh that little…
"Hey were trying not burn alive in there, pizza face!" Eyeing the slice pizza he threw at us after the insult.
"Just ignore him honey. He's trash anyway." Mom told me as she handed me her rain coat.
"Stay right here I'm gonna have a talk with that lousy limo driver who has a flaming limo." She walked off from turning into my mother into a demonic mother.
Stalking away like a tiger to her prey I smiled deviously as my plan finished without the slightest feedback. Well except a flaming limo. Walking away casually I made my way avoiding my mother not noticing I sneaked out through the traffic jam we cause. Oh how I love having powers now and then. Ever since I found out I can manipulate electricity through my hands was the coolest thing in my life.
When I was reading those books and finding out what I was pretty cool. A witch, me. I can cast spells and control lightening. When I read those books I didn't know what to believe in. After electrocuting the tutor for being a pervert and casting a spell for conjuring my own jewelry, I started to enjoy my fun with magic. Especially now I can get away from my mom, thinking happy to myself.
Holding my mother's mint rain jacket I decided to put it on. If I know Los Angeles men they will com flirting or attacking me while I'm in this dress. So what the heck, your mother handed you her jacket and I took it. I should just wear my mother's jacket as the sleeves sided down my arm. I really enjoy being the bad witch here. Still there is one thing I wish I could fight a demon.
I read that witches fight demons, why haven't I seen one. I'm the bad ass witch who can take anything on. How come no supernatural activity happens here? You're a girl who has all this power and you have known what to do with it. Sometimes out of the riches, the fancy clothes, and a great life all because of your mom took great care of you.
You still feel emptiness inside and you have this power and no one to talk about. The train of thought vanished in my head like mist as the sounds of sirens firing. Looking up I saw how to police cars were driving up to the museum as well as an ambulance behind them. What in the world is going was what I was thinking in my head. I felt like I was being drawn there for a reason. Quickly trying to run up in heels I was waiting to cross the road.
Traffic was pretty tight but I it was slow since the limo I burned the limo and is now jamming traffric in the middle of the road. I ran in a speed walk trying not to trip and twist and ankle. After crossing and walked up and gaining back my lady like composer. I tried to look like the innocent damsel without a care, walking up to front of the museum. I could see a crowd start to build but quickly got up front before getting bigger.
"Oh god…" Gasping for air as I saw the body before it was it was placed in a body bag. I felt like this morning's fancy breakfast almost came back up. I could see the gurney pick up the comatose body rolling up to the ambulance door enclosed quickly as people scrunched up behind me before anyone sees.
"Hey!" I screamed when feeling a hand where it shouldn't be.
"Alright people back it up this is a crime scene. Everyone move." A police officer pushed every one aside and moving them back.
"Umm excuse me?" I was about to ask them.
"Miss I wouldn't like to be rude but…"
"What happened here?" I stop his sentence cold and hard.
"It was just a murder victim. Clean and simple."
"I like to know who it is, sir." I demanded.
"You a reporter?"
"No."
He asked on more questions and I shot back more short answers not making it easy to get him to spill what happened.
"Do you know the victim?" Another man asked walking up behind us. He looked middle aged around his thirties but, not wearing the normal police uniform but leather jacket, black t-shirt, and skinny jeans. He had mild trimmed black hair and blue eyes.
"You could say that."
"I'm Inspector Woods. Can I ask you a few questions about the victim?" He held out his badge at me and offering his hand
"Anything you need, Inspector." I told him deciding to take his hand and what's going to happen when I step inside the mess I brought myself in.