She was so tired of this life; the life of a starlet, of someone always being watched, of someone so important. Especially tired of the life she did not choose.
"Helena!"
So many people called out her name. Fans called out her name. Stage hands called out her name. Who was it this time?
An older man rushed through the door of her dressing room. It was her agent, Pierre. He was obviously old, probably 50-something, though he tried to look young. He wore a cheap purple suit and held his cell phone, which was always on him.
"Helena!" he shouted again.
"I heard you the first time," Helena said, rolled her eyes.
She sat on the red satin dressed couch, her body leaning against one of the arms. She pulled her bright orange hair over her shoulder and started playing with it.
She was tired of this fake colour. She wished for her chocolate brown hair again; also, wishing so much for this straight hair to disappear. The pain of having to look so phony… This wasn't what she wanted.
She looked at Pierre, who was just standing there, gripping his phone. He was obviously stressed, and when he gets stressed, he phases out.
"What is it?" she asked with a slightly snarky attitude.
Pierre shook his head, metaphorically shaking himself bad to his senses.
"Your performance for tonight has been cancelled," he said.
Something was actually going right for her.
Helena didn't want to seem so eager, so she just shrugged, while wearing an apathetic expression. Pierre hit his open hand against his forehead.
"Of course you don't care!" he said. "I will talk to your mom."
He rushed out of the room.
Of course, her mom, Belinda. Helena's mom was the one who pushed her into this. She fingered this was just her mom living through her. Belinda wasn't the best parent. She was a nice person, someone you could become friends with. But as a parent, she failed. She didn't think of Helena's emotions and needs.
Helena stood up and quickly got changed. She was all ready to go up on stage, wearing such flamboyant clothing. She toned it down by throwing on a pair of drab clothing and hiding her gaudy hair underneath a cap. She now felt like a normal teen again.
Now was her time to slip out. She slid out her door and started sneaking out, looking like a bad secret spy; slipping through doors, darting her eyes, looking for people who would turn her in. Just one more door… And she was free! Standing out in an empty alley way.
"Now where?" she thought.
She wasn't going to just stand there. She knew better than to make herself an easy target.
"I think the hotel is south of here," she thought.
She got to the main street and started to walk south, at least what she thought was south. She had been cooped up doing so many shows and always being pushed around, her sense of direction suffered. She walked for awhile, but ended up hitting a pier. Helena paused.
"Okay, so the hotel isn't south," she muttered.
She went to turn around and try again when she heard a boom. So loud, she felt the earth shake beneath her.
"Oh god! Oh god!" she started to panic.
She looked around and saw a dumpster. She quickly darted behind it and hid. She was terrified. What was that?
Suddenly people started running from behind a building that lined the pier. They looked like they were being chased. Then she realized that they were. She had been so used to loud noises; she didn't notice a couple helicopters above them. Their lights chased a few of the teens. Voices came over the speakers demanding for them to stop. She panicked and went to run down the alley. She had bad timing as when she stood up and teen turned the corner and ran into her. She was knocked over.
"Move!" he shouted.
He ran away down the alley. She decided the best thing to do was to listen and jumped up and ran. She ran and ran.
"Helena!"
She recognized the voice. It was Belinda.
"Where have you been?" Belinda asked.
Helena had made it back to the concert hall without even realizing it. She was panting and could only imagine what her mom saw.
"Well?" asked Belinda, crossing her arms and glaring at the teen star.
Helena had no clue what had just happened. It seemed all to rushed. It really was rushed.
"I was going out for a run. Seeing I didn't have a performance to get out my energy…" she lied.
Belinda shook her head, not fully believing her daughter. But she wasn't going to argue. Instead she ushered Helena to their car.
"We are going back to the hotel for the night," Belinda said.
Quick chapter about Helena and her encounter with the Big Bang. You don't know her powers yet, or if she has any. But I assume you assume she does. I make no sense right now. It is 2:30 in the morning. I had this epiphany and decided to write this.
{HELENA LUNA}
A child star that was forced into the life by her mom, Belinda Abano-Luna. She had to change her appearance to fit the stereotype. In reality she has brown, wavy hair and dark brown eyes, though she is forced to dyed her hair a bright neon orange and wearing light makeup to brighten her eyes.
This is an SYOC story where you can submit your own Bang Baby/Meta-human. Be sure to read the rules before submit the form, which can be found on my profile. The rules are below. I will update spaces as I accept characters.
[Rules]
Rule #1:
No strange names please.
Rule #2:
No relations with canon characters.
Rule #3:
No relationships with canon characters.
Rule #4:
No copying powers:
Rule #5:
Spots…
~Good girl: Marisol 'Mari' De Jesus
~Good girl #2: Open
~Good girl #3: Open
~Good guy: Marcus Finton
~Good guy: Lucas Chambers
~Bad gal: Airi Tanaka
~Bad gal #1: Open
~Bad dude: Jonny Dwayne
~Bad dude: Julian Wiles
~Bad dude #1: Open
~Neutral lady #1: Open
~Neutral lady #2: Open
~Neutral lady #3: Open
~Neutral lad #1: Open
~Neutral lad #2: Open
Rule #6:
Powers taken…
~Glass
~Ink
~Bat Physiology
~Weather Manipulation
~Lycan Physiology
~Misandry Inducement
~Disintegration
Rule #7:
Ages between 12 to 19.
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If you submit an OC, submit via pm only.
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If you read the rules, put BangBaby:[Allegiance]:[OCs full name]. Take note allegiance means either good or bad or neutral.