After much deliberation (well...not really) I decided to post a little something. It's not much, and updates will come and go depending on my mood. Well, anyway, there really isn't much to say. Some of you who are reading this are probably really excited (or angry, I really don't know). I won't say why that might be-each has their own reasons. But I've bored you enough. Let us begin!
Once, in the now Evo-infested land that had once been a normal world, there lived a generally plain girl. She was nice enough, but she had no self confidence. She was convinced that she was ugly and rude and horrible and all the other things people don't like, even though when she went to school, all the boys would throw themselves at her feet. She was sure that the world was out to make her life as miserable as possible, and everywhere she turned, she thought she saw more proof of what a horrible person she was.
This girl, oddly named Amalia Tessarosa Yale Esmeralda, had long, deep raven hair. Her eyes were a soul-defining feature, a rich and sparkling emerald that shined in the sunlight and the moon, and her skin was fair and smooth. Her lips were nice and plump, a healthy shade of pink, and she was so thin she could almost be called anorexic. Of course, it didn't impact her eating habits, and she was able to eat all she wanted, but she was still convinced she was fat.
One day, while lying on her cream-colored bed in her box of a room, she noticed a cloud of smoke outside her bedroom window. She sighed, swiping some of her hair from her face and going toward the window, squinting out the glass. Some of the smoke began to clear and she could see the grotesque, deformed body of what could only be an Evo. It had a single eye in the center of it's stomach, and arms were jutting from the top of its head. The burgundy skin oozed onto some of the houses it towered over, and Amalia Tessarosa Yale Esmeralda shuddered as the Evo turned and smashed into one of the homes.
Oh no! What am I going to do? An-an Evo! What do I do, oh, what do I do?
Amalia shook her head and ran out of her room, rushing down the stairs and into the small, blue living room. She glanced at her mother, the short-haired woman watching television.
"Mom! Mom, there's an Evo outside! Come on, we need to go!" Amalia ran to her mother, pulling on her thin wrist and glancing at the door. "Come on!"
Her mother sneered at her, her green eyes flashing with anger before she slapped Amalia on the cheek, sending her to the ground. Amalia pressed her hand to her cheek, wincing at the throbbing pain before looking up at her evil abusive mother. Here was the reason that Amalia had no self confidence, the reason she thought she was ugly and horrible and so many other things, yet Amalia had tried to help her anyway. Yet she was still rejected by her own flesh and blood, receiving only a withering look from her mother before she sat herself back down on the couch.
"Then run. I'd rather sit here and die, knowing that I'd never have to take care of you again. It was bad enough once your father left, and I've been stuck with you ever since. Just leave."
Amalia shut her eyes, a few salty tears cascading down her cheeks. She choked back a sob and lifted herself from the carpet, running for the door and not daring to give her mother a backward glance. She stumbled down the porch stairs, eyes flickering to the Evo as it tore through yet another building. Amalia's heart jumped when the air rushed around her, several sleek white ships flying through the sky and hovering over the Evo.
Is-is that Providence? Could it really-then maybe we're not all going to-
Amalia's chest swelled and she grinned, but her happiness collapsed into nothing when a giant, dark shadow loomed over her. Her body shook and she slowly turned up to see the Evo staring her down, the one eyeball in the center of its body narrowed at her tiny form. The beast turned its head at her and raised one of its melting arms, slamming it into her house. The roof collapsed instantly, wood splintering in all directions, and a shrill scream sounded from within.
M-Mom!
The walls shuddered and crumbled apart, shaking dust into the air. The gust of wind sent Amalia's long, luxurious hair behind her, revealing her beautiful skin and her startling eyes, but the mindless Evo would not be swayed by her natural charms. It turned an ugly eye to her and lifted its arm again. She shut her eyes and tensed, waiting for the blow that would mean her end-
"Whoa!" Amalia opened her eyes just as something swept her off her feet. The air rushed around her and the next moment, she was against a warm, muscular body. The Evo was still screeching in the distance, but it all faded away when she got a look of the boy that was carrying her. He had short, spiky black hair and deep amber eyes. His smooth tanned skin was hot to her touch and he wore an orange jacket and dark pants.
But the strangest thing about him was that not only was he hot, but machines were sticking out of his back. The orange jet engines propelled them away from the Evo, and the boy gave her winning smile before they started to lower to the ground. Amalia glanced at the street, wrapping her arms around the boy and tensing.
"Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't kill me! You have to be an Evo. There's just no other way! And they-they just-" Amalia shivered when the boy put her down on her feet, the loss of warmth almost making her whimper. The boy looked at her, folding his arms over his chest and a cocky smile formed on his face.
"I may be an Evo, senorita, but that doesn't mean I'm like one of them!" He jabbed his finger behind him and Amalia watched as ships started to fire at the Evo. The screeching got louder and louder, the Evo swiping at the ships and crashing into more homes. Why no one was getting at of their houses was beyond Amalia.
Maybe they all just hate me? Is it-is it really that bad, being around me? They would rather die in their homes than be anywhere around me.
The boy flew in front of her, his smile still in place. "My name is Rex and I work for Providence. We'll be saving you here today, if you don't mind." Amalia blinked at Rex, her cheeks already starting to tinge pink. She looked away from him, her eyes shimmering.
"I don't think that'd be a good idea Rex. Everyone that's ever met me knows how unlucky I am! I'm just no good to anyone! Everyone hates me, so how can you expect to-"
Amalia Tessarosa Yale Esmeralda was shocked when his hands grabbed her own, making her turn to face this strange new boy named Rex. His eyes were dark and pleading and he leaned into her, smirking when her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and a small squeak escaped her.
"Now why is it that I can't believe that?" Rex asked, shaking his head. "You're coming with us...trust me, you'll be good for us. I can already tell. Even if you have no Evo powers, seem physically weak, and already show signs of serious mental and emotional issues, you will be an asset to Providence. I can feel it."
Amalia blinked at his speech, a small, hopeful smile appearing on her face, "You-you mean it?"
"If not to Providence, you'd be an asset to me." Rex winked at her, glancing back at the Evo as a large explosion sounded in the distance. There was a bright flash of light as one of the Providence ships was swatted to the ground, going up in a great burst of orange flames. Rex turned back to Amalia, a smirk on his face.
"Looks like I have to bail them out again. But just so you know, I'm fighting it for you. How about you tell me your name..."
Amalia could feel the heat on her cheeks and looked down at the ground, unable to stop the giggle that escaped her.
"My name is Amalia-Amalia Tessarosa Yale Esmeralda."
She jumped when she felt a rough hand on her face and glanced up at Rex, jaw going slack at the loving look he was giving her. His eyes were half-lidded, and if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn she saw a faint bit of pink on his cheeks. He started to lean closer and his whispered in her ear, "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
Amalia shivered, shutting her eyes when there was a rush of wind. Rex was already flying off and Amalia watched, astounded when the jets turned into giant mechanical feet that crashed into the Evo.
"He's...amazing..."
And so the tale of Amalia Tessarosa Yale Esmeralda began.