Hey everyone Chavonnie26 here with the back story of my latest character. I own only Lillian Carter, Stacy and Sister Carrie. Now onto the fic.
It was a dark and stormy night, I know cliché but it was, when a cloaked figure ran through the streets carrying a small bundle. In this bundle was a small baby girl with bright blue eyes, lightly tanned skin and a full head of shocking dark blue hair. The young girl was asleep at the moment but it wouldn't last long due to the constant jostling.
"Shush now. Do you want him to find us?" The cloaked figure asks when the young girl starts crying.
"Too late." A hulking mass that was chasing them says as the cloaked figure starts running again only stopping long enough to deposit the young girl at a nearby orphanage.
Thinking the bundle was no importance, the hulking mass continued chasing the figure not knowing the bundle was what he was looking for.
"Hello? Who's out there?" A nun asks popping her head out the door only to find the small baby girl still crying.
"Oh my. Now who left you out here little one? And how's your hair blue hm?" The nun asks picking up the small girl who quickly stops crying and snuggles up to her.
The nun looks around but heads back inside when the young girl sneezes and coughs.
'Be safe my little Lilly' The figure thinks as it is finally caught by the hulking mass.
8 years later…
"Lillian Carter get down from there!" The nun yells at an 8 year old girl with dark blue hair that reaches her ribs with a sideways fringe, bright blue narrow and angular eyes, tanned skin and an impish smile on her face as she swings from the monkey bars at the playground.
The nun has grey hair under her habit, a wrinkled kind yet stern face and a scowl at the young girl who was laughing her head off while playing. The young girl is wearing a simple white dress and black Mary Jane shoes with white socks.
"Not yet Sister Carrie. I want to see how high I can go." Lillian says with a big smile as she swings back and forth going higher and higher each time before letting go and sailing in the air before landing on the ground in a perfect dismount.
"Lillian I keep telling you not to put yourself in danger." Sister Carrie says kneeling down so she was at eye level to Lillian.
"And I keep telling you to call me Lilly." Lillian says sassily which is surprising for a convent girl who has been raised as a Christian all her life.
"Come it is almost dark and we need to get back to the convent." Sister Carrie says as she drags Lillian back to the convent just in time for dinner.
"Sister Carrie slow down! Why am I not allowed to be outside at night?" Lillian asks while being almost dragged back to the dining hall.
"Because of what happened last time." Sister Carrie says with a haunted look on her face while rubbing the five long scars on her forearm while Lillian looks confused.
"What happened last time?" Lillian asks cocking her head to the side in confusion.
"I'll tell you when you're older." Sister Carrie says ushering Lillian into the dining hall.
Sister Carrie then looks around outside before locking the door and setting the alarm for if someone tried to force their way in.
"Get away from me you meanie!" A four year old Lillian screams at a man who looks like a shag carpet with claws.
"And to think you're Wolverine's child." The man says as Lillian squirms in his grip.
"Who's that?" Lillian asks growling at the man while her pupils shift from puppy dog to pin pricks at a rapid rate.
"Your dad. Too bad you'll never meet him." The man says pulling his other hand back ready to claw out Lillian's throat.
That is until he lets Lillian go with a howl. Six punctures in his hand can be seen. Six punctures that match the six seven inch razor sharp claws made of pure adamantium that are protruding from in between the knuckles of each hand of Lillian's.
"You little brat." The man growls as the claws retract and Lillian runs away from him.
End Dream…
An eight year old Lillian wakes up gasping for breath and breaks down sobbing not noticing the claw marks on her bedside table.
"Lilly are you okay?" A seven year old girl with brown curly hair that reaches her shoulders, bright brown eyes and lightly tanned skin asks in heavily Spanish accented English noticing that Lillian was awake.
"I'm fine Gypsy. It was just a nightmare." Lillian says as Gypsy leaves her own bed and enters Lillian's.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Gypsy asks glad that they were the only two in the room since they divided the girls by age.
"Not really. So why were you awake?" Lillian asks sleepily with ruffle of Gypsy's hair.
"I had a nightmare too. I saw my parents die again." Gypsy says with a haunted look in her eyes.
"At least you knew who they were. The only hint to who my parents might be is my naturally blue hair." Lillian says with a slight smile.
"You know I heard a rumour that Wolverine from the X-Men has blue hair. Maybe he's your dad." Gypsy suggests as Lillian chuckles and smiles fully showing off her elongated upper canines.
"Maybe." Lillian says not quite believing it.
"Look you gotta cheer up and never give up hope." Gypsy sings and Lillian actually laughs a little at the quote from her favourite movie.
"I won't mope." Lillian sings tickling Gypsy continuing the quote.
"Just cheer up-"Gypsy sings giggling.
"And never, ever give up hope, hope, hope, hope, hope! Yeah!" They sing in unison before bursting out laughing only to quiet down when they heard a nun come by.
"Someday I'll bring the Warners to life I promise." Gypsy says when the nun was far enough away.
"And I'll be an agent of SHIELD. Good night kiddo." Lillian says gently tucking Gypsy back into her bed.
"You'll see." Gypsy says falling asleep almost immediately as Lillian climbs up onto the window frame to look outside.
"Someday I'll find you I swear." Lillian says with a sigh as she looks up at the stars outside her window.
"Lillian!" Sister Carrie yells as Lillian dances around her room to The Monkey Song by the Animaniacs.
"Chillax Sister C. It's all good." Lillian says happily only to scowl when a certain girl came through the door.
This girl has blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin and enough freckles to make a Dalmatian look spotless. She is two years older than Lillian and is wearing a pink dress similar to Lillian's.
"Hello Lillian." The girl says coldly while glaring at Lillian.
"Hello Stacy. Why is she here?" Lillian asks glaring back with a glare that would make a war veteran back down.
"Her bed was destroyed by termites and she needs to stay here until we can have it repaired." Sister Carrie says as Lillian clenches her fists tightly
"Where will Gypsy sleep?" Lillian asks as she seems to fight to not hit Stacy as her pupils go from puppy dog to pin pricks at a rapid rate.
"Gypsy has been adopted." Sister Carrie says as Lillian pales in anger at the fact Gypsy didn't tell her.
"Well why does she have to room with me?" Lillian asks barely containing her rage.
"No one else will have her." Sister Carrie says as Stacy puts down her stuff and changes the music to something Lillian couldn't stand, Heavy Metal Rock.
"Well neither will I. Get out of my room. Now." Lillian says as Stacy plops down on Gypsy's bed.
"No dice short stuff. I'm not moving." Stacy says smugly with a pop of her gum.
"Get out of my room!" Lillian yells as six twelve inch long adamantium claws come out from in between her knuckles scaring everyone.
"Lillian calm down." Sister Carrie says attempting to calm Lillian down as Stacy backs away slowly.
"No! I won't!" Lillian says as she slashes out with her claws and scratches Stacy down her face leaving three deep marks.
Lillian recoils back in horror at her actions finally noticing the claws. Tears well up in her eyes as the claws retract. Lillian then runs past the two other females and out into the world.
"Lillian stop!" Sister Carrie yells after her but realises she's too far away to hear and focuses her attention on the still bleeding wound Stacy had sustained.
"Leave me alone." Lillian yells while running away from some mean looking men.
"Not until you give us back our money!" One of the men yells shaking his hand at the young girl as she runs away at speeds not possible for a girl her age.
"Not happening you meanies." Lillian yells back rounding a corner only to jump up onto a fire-escape.
A jump that would have been impossible for any normal human being. But right now Lillian didn't consider herself very normal. The men run right past her not even considering looking up.
"Phew that was close." Lillian says practically tangled in a ladder.
"Next time wait for the guys to be thoroughly distracted before taking the gambling money." A voice above Lillian says as she looks up only to find nothing.
"Who are you?" Lillian asks looking for the person who spoke as she detangled herself from the ladder.
No one answered her so she just shrugged and started counting the money.
"Should be enough for a week if I'm careful." Lillian says placing a hand over her growling stomach with a sigh.
Most people didn't know but she was the main reason the convent stayed open so long. She did all the taxes and loans after watching Sister Carrie do it so she knew the value of a dollar.
"You could get more if you used your abilities." The same voice says as Lillian frantically looks around for the source.
"But I don't know how to." Lillian says concentrating on the claws coming out which they did along with cat-like claws over each finger nail made of the same material.
"That's new." Lillian says as the claws retract but not on command.
In fact she had her hands on her lap when she unsheathed the claws and with them going back in there so quickly it left cuts on her lap. Which luckily healed up quite quickly. Superhumanly quick.
"And that too." Lillian says getting up from where she was sitting and jumping down into the alley beneath her without a sound.
"Time to get some food." Lillian says taking out some of the money and heading to the nearest burger joint.
And done. If you like then tell me. I have to go. Chavonnie26 out.