This is my first ever fanfiction! I've been reading fanfiction for years, though. Another note, I won't review other people's work in my account unless I'm permanently logged in on my phone because that's where I read fanfiction.
So, yes. This is a cross-over. HSM crossed over with Sucker Punch, The Frozen Ground, Beastly, Spring Breakers, Band-Slam and Gimme Shelter. Basically all of Vanessa's movies apart form Thirteen, Journey 2 and Machete Kills.
On a side note, I have seen HSM (all three), Sucker Punch, Beastly, Band-Slam and Journey 2.
I have not seen Spring Breakers (although I know what happens and I am waiting for my copy to be posted), Gimme Shelter (has it been released yet?), The Frozen Ground (but I've seen the trailer and know the basic plot), Thirteen or Machete Kills (I don't think that that's out yet). I'm not missing any movies, am I?
The concept of Daniela Martinez is my idea but everything you recognise, obviously, doesn't belong to me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Also the island of Eylle is not real – I couldn't think of a name for the island so it's come from Eyllwe, a place in Sarah J. Maas Throne of Glass series (I just finished Crown of Midnight today and Oh. My. God!)
Gabriella Montez opened her eyes and sighed. The room was different. That wasn't unusual. Her life was always like that. She never stayed in the same place for long… She hated it but it was better than the alternative.
Gabriella… She liked that name. It was better than some of the others, this was the closest to her original name. Daniela Martinez. One of the heirs to the noble Martinez family on the small island of Eylle in the Pacific – the only heir now. Her younger sister was dead, her father was dead. Her mother? Well, her mother was dead to her.
She still remembered that night when the armies from some foreign country had invaded their house, burned everything and killed her father right in front of her. His eyes pleading with her to look away as they shoved one of the old swords from above the mantelpiece through his back. The hot crimson blood that poured from the wound, dying his shirt. The same blood that he had gurgled as he mouthed the word "run" to her.
And poor, poor Stella. The men had took delight in brutally gutting her. She had only seen in it the distance as she had looked back. Powerless to help. If she had intervened, all of them would be killed. But when she hadn't…
'STOP IT!' Gabriella commanded herself. 'Don't think about it.' She herself had only been eight.
Running away to America had been easy. No-one here recognised her. She didn't live in fear, that would raise suspicion to the men still after her. She didn't live with her mother anymore, that bitch that Olivia Martinez had become. Slowly and slowly, Olivia had began to turn on her over the years. Blaming her for what happened, beating her. It had gotten a lot worse when she had turned to drink and take drugs. Olivia had become an addicted prostitute by the time Gabriella had turned ten. Still verbally and physically abusive to her as she tried to teach and groom her to follow her in those footsteps. She had run and not looked back at the age of eleven. Living on the streets, she adopted the name Apple Bailey.
That was until social services found her and placed her with a social worker who would pose as her mother. Her hair had grown, she was no-longer the pixie-cut haired Apple. She'd been Sa5m (the five is silent) for as long as she had been with Janet. She had been a lovely woman, God rest her soul. She'd encouraged her love of music; taught her how to play the piano and the guitar, took to her ballet lessons and visited all the recitals, even paid for singing lessons… All of those decathlon's she had won…
Janet had been so proud. The singing competition had been Janet's idea and despite her stage freight, she'd competed. That look on her face. She couldn't ever remember seeing that expression on Olivia's face, even when she had known the answers to university level physics and chemistry questions at the age of six. She had been a daddy's girl. He had often hugged her, taken her out on trips. She was a child prodigy but more importantly to her, she had been her daddy's prodigy. Her dad had been proud of her!
To this day, she still thought about the love she had gotten from her father and from Janet. God bless their poor souls. That singing competition? The judges had been paid off so some rich bitch won, even though she couldn't sing. After that day, she'd smashed her guitar and vowed never to sing or play music ever again. She'd made herself emotionless. Emotions are over-rated. After D.W.I (as people had called him) had come to town that had changed. She'd started a band with him… Then Janet had died from a stroke. Sa5m couldn't take. She ran and ran.
Where had she run? Straight into the arms of a vile judge. That encounter had left her black and blue… So bruised that police had become suspicious. That judge had dropped her off at Lennox House. Where, because of that beating and abuse, her memory and prodigal mind had been shut off for a while. It didn't matter that it had all come back a few days later; she had still been called by the name Jones had given her. Blondie. Even though, she obviously was not blonde. She'd had her blunt bangs then. Bangs she gotten in grief for Janet.
Babydoll's, no Emily's, plan to escape… She never knew if it had worked or not. Honestly, she didn't want to. She still felt guilty. 'Little snitch.' A snide voice in the back of her head sneered at Gabriella. She didn't remember how she got out, only that she did.
Another social worker had took her in. This one, Isabella Lopez, hadn't given a crap about her. She'd dropped her off at the local university, after making her dye her black locks blonde (and "get rid of those horrible bangs, and j-just look at how long her hair is!"), and collected all of the money that she was being given to take care of her. To spend it on herself. Her new alias? Candy Lopez. What a stripper-ific name.
There she'd met Faith, Brit and Cotty. They were so nice and friendly! But she had had to pretend to be a dumb little blonde. None of them could know and it pained her to have pretend to be dumb and ditzy. They'd all thought she was nineteen. She had been sixteen and a half. She'd turned twelve when Janet had taken her in, lived with her until she was fifteen. Just turned sixteen when she got out of Lennox House and sent to live with Isabella.
After that hedonistic, drug-and-sex fuelled week with Alien (Candy couldn't believe how she let herself do those vile things. She should have gone home with Faith! They all should have. But she didn't mean to split the friends up for staying with Brit. Sometimes she wanted to punch herself), the social services had taken Candy off of Isabella's hands when Candy and Brit had driven home in Alien's Lamborghini after their escapades had been all over the news. Isabella was sacked and deemed unsuitable.
Once again, she had run away. She was quite good with running and not saying good-bye. Only to be forced to live on the streets again. She changed her appearance again; stripped the dye, cut her hair and got those blunt bangs back. Now she made another version of herself. Cindy Paulson. A teenage stripper/lap-dancer. That was until some douche-bag, a serial killer called Robert Hansen, decided to kidnap, torture and rape her when she had turned seventeen. She remembered escaping, running into the police station covered in her own blood and wearing clothes so ripped that they were just bloody strips of material. She had been hysterical and crying. Only Jack Holcombe had helped her bring the bastard to justice. The down-side? Forced back into the system. Yet another social worker posing as her mother. This time? A drug addicted man whose name escaped her.
He basically sold her to a scarred boy called Hunter… He looked a lot like Kyle, the rich boy from the school she had been enrolled in. Superficial and arrogant, not a nice boy. Hunter was covered in scars and tattoos, extremely prematurely bald. He was nice. They'd gotten close. She remembered kissing his scarred lips when he had finally ventured out of the house to see her at school… He'd thought she was going to leave and she couldn't do it. Only to find out that Hunter was Kyle.
She remembered staring at him for a few moments as it sunk in. The phone in her hand ringing the one in Kyle's. She did what her instincts told her, what she always did. She ran.
Willing going back into the system this time, she ended up in the hands of Maria Montez.
Now she didn't know what to think of her. Sure, she had taken her to the lodge and helped her with all of her therapy and learned everything about her – all of the shit that's happened to her. But they were all nice in the beginning.
Yet despite all of that, she couldn't get that boy out of her head. Troy. His azure eyes… The way he had looked at her the way he did. Like he well and truly liked her, possibly crushing on her. As though he found himself falling in love with her. She wanted to see him again. Talk to him again but he hadn't called yet. He hadn't been there at the lodge the next morning. She had looked. He was the one person who had taken her mind away from her past, and usually only books did that…
Where was he now? Did he have a girlfriend? What was he doing?
Actually, where was she now? Oh, right. Albuquerque, January. Destined to start East High today. Another new school. Another new life.
She was not Daniela Martinez. She was not Apple Bailey. She was not Sa5m, the five is silent. She was not Blondie. She was not Candy Lopez. She was not Cindy Paulson. She was not Lindy Taylor. As of right now, she was Gabriella Montez. Child prodigy, secretly a singer and dancer.
And this life was the closest she could ever get to her original life. She wanted this life to be the best. This one to never end, to never have any tragedies'… She wanted to believe that she was Gabriella Montez. No secrets or hidden information. She wanted to become Gabriella Montez.
That was what she forced herself to believe that morning as she got up and ready for her first day at East High.