Disclaimer: I do not own Legion or any of it's characters, but I wish dearly that I owned Michael 3 I do, however, own my OC, Esther James. And as a matter of fact, I do own a tank top that says 'Mau5terbation' on it 3
''From the time I was a little girl, my father would come home in a drunken state on a regular occasion. His problems would be taken out on me, and my terrified mother would sit and cower in her room while my pain filled screams filled the house. About last year, on the night my father lost his job, she'd prayed to God for help in confronting the violent man. She had told him that it was enough, that my pain wasn't necessary. He wasn't in the mood to be told 'no', so they argued, he hit her like he did to me on those brutal nights, and I hid in my room, too scared to go downstairs and watch the escapade. During all the screaming, my father pulled a gun on my innocent mother and shot her in the head. Out of pain and guilt, he screamed and shot himself as well, forgetting that I was upstairs. I remember that I fell asleep in the arms of the angel that held me. His huge, armored wings encircled us both in a beautiful, dark caccoon. Through the entire episode, he told me that everything was going to be okay. 'God loves you,' he said, wiping a tear away from my cheek. 'And so do I.' I haven't seen him since that night, but he fills my dreams everytime I lay my head down to rest. I had come to aquire a love for that man that I didn't know the name of, and I knew that I would never see him in person again. You see, he was an angel of God, and he was to stay in Heaven with Him, making it impossible for me to love another.'' -excerpt from the Diary of Esther James.
Esther was running on empty. She'd been walking for miles in the suprisingly hot Nevada desert. Her canteen was low, she'd eaten her last granola bar.. yesterday. Her watch read 8:34 am, so that signaled that she'd been awake for thirty-nine hours and still going. "December 21st." she spoke aloud. "I'm still walking. It's hot. It's shitty. It's freakin' December!'' She shook her head in distaste. Esther had always hated the heat. It made her miserable and bringing her emotions to an all time low, causing her to remember those terrible nights. To avoid such extremes, she pulled out her iPod that she hadn't listened to for a few days. Fully charged, it began to play Demonology and Heartache by Atreyu, her favorite song. It reminded her of him, the beautiful angel that God had sent her that night.
The sun beamed down on her back. She was dressed in a white tanktop with a Deadmau5 logo on the front, that read 'Mau5terbation', which showed the top of her cleavage and was tucked into tight, dark wash jeans that hugged her curves. A belt with neon green, white and grey studs wrapped around her toned waist, her combat boots protected her feet and she held her leather jacket in her hand. Her canteen was tied to her beltloop, and her empty bag, that was used for a food sack, was thrown and forgotten a few miles back and a gun was sitting in her back pocket and the other pocket held her diary. Her black hair was cut short around her ears and had blue highlights, her eyes were as teal as her earbuds that played music, making her head sway.
After the three hours of walking, sweat dripped from the nape of her neck, down past her tattoo that took over her shoulders. She drew it when she was thirteen, and promised herself that she would get it when she thought it was time to. It was a pointed cross with an angel wing on one side and a ripped bat wing on the other. The angel wing was encrusted in ice and snow, while the other side was covered in fire and bones. A ribbon wrapped around the cross with 'Fallen Angel' written on it. The bottom of the cross extended all the way to the small of her back. Everytime she looked at it or thought about it, she was proud of herself for drawing such a masterpiece. She had another tattoo that said 'Only God Will Judge Me' on her side that went from under her armpit to her hip.
Her eyes suddenly caught a small building in the middle of the desert. It wasn't hot enough for a mirage, so she ran as fast as her legs would take her. When the sign came into focus, it read Paradise Falls Diner and there was a small gas pump out front. The closer she got to the diner, the more wary she felt about it, but she needed water and food, and she had money on her. It seemed like a good idea, but she felt that she needed to be careful at the same time.
She reached the building and entered. A good looking guy, that looked like a grease monkey was talking to an older man, but he paid attention to her as soon as she stepped into his view. Esther walked up to the door and opened it, causing a bell to jingle. All eyes turned to look at her, sweaty and breathing hard. It was a quiet diner, at the most. There was a bar, where a young black man was sitting, booths that were occupied with a young couple and in a seperate one sat a teenager that looked about her age in the far corner, and tables with chairs, where an elderly woman sat, talking to a pregnant waitress. Another black man was behind the counter, cooking whatever order he was given. The pregnant woman asked her, "Can I get you anything? Specials are on the board."
Esther held up three fingers. "Can I get three ice waters, please?"
"Sure.'' she smiled. "I'll bring them right out. You can sit where ever you like."
The teen nodded and sat in the booth that was in the far corner of the other side of the room, closest to the old woman.
"Pull it up.'' Esther heard young woman in the booth whisper to the man across from her. "I mean, what is it with these girls. First, Audrey dresses like a street hooker and now there's this girl."
"And 'this girl' has good hearing." Esther sarcastically smiled to her. "I hope you don't mind me, intruding on your conversation and all." She noticed that the girl behind the woman giggled.
"Okay ladies, here are your waters,'' The pregnant woman, who's nametag said 'Charlie', sat the glasses on Esther's table then sat an really undercooked steak on the elder woman's table, "and here's your steak.''
"Thanks." Esther nodded.
"How far along are you?" the older woman asked her.
"Almost there." Charlie rubbed her large stomach with a smile.
The older woman smiled. "The father must be very proud"
Charlie shrugged, "I wouldn't know."
"Oh, you mean he's..?"
"Out of sight, out of mind." Charlie smiled in assurance.
"So I take it you're not married?"
Charlie just shook her head.
"That's too bad."
"I prefer it that way." Charlie tried waving the flies away from the bloody steak. "I don't need a man telling me what to do.''
The elder had a look on her face. "But what about the baby?"
"Eh, I got it all under control."
A gentle look crossed the old lady's features. "But it's gonna burn."
Charlie looked pissed. "What did you just say?"
"I said, your fucking baby's gonna burn." she repeated herself.
Charlie slammed the check down on the table. "Go to hell, lady."
The older woman started tearing into her steak. "All those little babies are gonna burn."
The young woman in the booth spoke up. "Now, Gladys-"
"Shut up, you stupid cunt, all you do is complain, complain, complain!" Then, as Esther stood up, Gladys pointed at her. "And you! You're parents never wanted a little shit like you! They never loved you."
"I should cut off the balls you have to say that to me." Esther growled at her.
The man that sat in the booth got up. "I'd like you to apologize to my wife!"
Then, Gladys jumped up and bit his neck. Blood splattered onto Esther's shirt, staining the white with crimson. The cook reacted first and threw a cast iron frying pan at her. It snapped her neck, then missed Esther by inches. Gladys slowly stood straight then lept over the man's convulsing body, and onto the ceiling. She landed behind the older white man who was shooting buckshot at her, slapping him to the side. The gun landed in front of grease monkey. He picked up the gun and pointed it at her.
"Jeep, shoot her!" the cook yelled. "Shoot the bitch!"
Jeep just stood there in shock, so Esther shoved him aside as Gladys slid toward them both. She grabbed her gun and pulled the trigger three times. Gladys dropped to the floor in front of them, sliding to a stop. Esther nudged Gladys' head with her foot to make sure the woman was dead. Jeep just stood next to Esther, staring down at her like she was a bat out of hell, which she probably was.
"What the fuck just happened?" Esther whispered to everyone in the room, who didn't hear her.