Surgery
By: Holly Rose E
Summary: High school is hard enough, but having to be a mutant also? And have to protect people that hate you? They should give away medals for that type of thing. OCs needed.
Rating: PG-13... for now...
A/N: Hmph. I've fallen ill, that's it. Yes, sick and delusional for my own need of OCs. BWAHAHA! The chapter titles will be also be Song Titles, and the band/person who wrote them will be next to that little '~' line. Enjoy, minions.
*****
Chapter One: Lilies
Pushing myself farther
Every damn time
Suffocating myself with lily pods
Waiting for peace sublime
~Holly Rose E (go me *rolls eyes*)
*****
"Hell . . . I'm going straight to hell," she muttered, sniffling over her reflection.
Her hands were torn and bloodied from the rocks as she clawed and slammed her fists in the ground in blind fury and panic. Her clothes, new yet already worn out, were staining a dark brown, stiffening from the fluid.
She gave a cry of pain, clutching at her head, wishing furiously for it to just go away and leave her alone.
_[kill them, kill them, you know they deserve it. those bastards who they think are so great. egotistical pricks. make them pay, nobody is more deserving or greater than anybody else]._
Tears streamed down her cheeks from between her fingers, trying in vain to escape before falling ruthlessly to the ground, causing little splatters in the cherry pools.
She stripped herself of her shirt and pants, sitting there in her underwear, she began to wash them, still sobbing quietly yet allowing no more tears to fall.
Crying was for the weak. She lived and breathed as a strong person. She wouldn't fall to the devious plans of the innocent.
As she washed, the stains were becoming less and less as her hands became more raw as she scrubbed harder and harder. The little river was beginning to look as though foaming from the faint pink mist, looking like clouds during a sunset bubbling from her clothes.
She put her clothes back on, dripping wet and she sat shivering, still trying to wipe away the blood from her body.
Violated and angry by this presence inside of her, one she knew she could never escape, she saw the images flash before her eyes. The blood of others dripped from her hair, already having matted it down and seeping in through her skin's pores, forever leaving its mark upon her already damned soul.
[a woman screaming, hands covering her head]
[a child awaking, rubbing the sleep from its eyes]
[a father with a pistol, screaming in outrage from the intrusion]
She bent over, coughing mercilessly, spitting out the bitter taste in her mouth, wishing for God to just strike her down already.
A crow landed next to her, cocking its head from side to side.
The girl turned her head, spat one last time and sat back on her hands. "What are you looking at?"
She smirked but froze when the bird began to change shape, forming itself into a woman with blue skin and flaming red hair.
"Sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph," she muttered, before flipping back onto her feet, putting herself into a defensive crouch.
"Did you do that?" The intruding woman asked, pointing into the general direction of where the nearest
_[deserted]_
town resided.
The younger stood up straight, but still not letting her guard down.
"And if I did?"
"I can help you, if you want it. A place to feel like you're welcome and not be hated for what you're like. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"I've been guaranteed a lot of things," she croaked out, balling her fists, "why should I believe you?"
"Because I'm like you are. A mutant."
"A demon."
"Either way, I'm offering you security."
"I'm so sure."
"You wiped out an entire town by yourself, that's very impressive."
"It wasn't me," she snapped, her incisors bared, a growl in the back of her throat rising menacingly.
"Then who was it? And why were you the only one who survived?" The blue woman stepped forward, leering.
The girl glared right back, jutting her jaw out into the air.
[a belt, a flash of lightning, a scream tearing from her throat, the blood gushing, everything staining a brilliant vermilion]
"Who are you?"
"My name is Mystique. Are you coming or not?"
She frowned, biting her lip, careful not to puncture herself. Her fingernails, black and looking as if they were decaying, pinching into her skin. She had nothing here, nothing much anywhere really - some treasures scattered from place to place, but what would she do alone? She couldn't make a living, that was for sure and that meant no way for her to fend for herself.
Stuck.
She was stuck to trust this stranger.
Cursing under her breath, she nodded.
"What is your name?"
"Neona Shields."
Mystique smirked and changed back into a bird and took off, flying away, a twinkle flashing in her black eyes.
Neona growled, mentally berating herself before stretching her own wings and lifting off the ground and flying after her, above the clouds so as not to be seen.
*****
I own Neona. Everything dealing with X-Men Evolution belongs to Marvel/Warner Bros/etc.
Hmm, boring, no? So, yes, do review -comments and critique are something I thrive off of. Have a wonderful life, and I hope you all prosper nicely.
-Holly
P.S. If you would like your character to be in this, EMAIL ME AT kittie45@sbcglobal.net SO I CAN SEND YOU THE FORM TO FILL OUT!!
P.P.S. The OCs (as seeing as the deadline isn't until the 6th) won't be making an appearance until the third chapter. Yes, I'm going to make you all "suffer" and wait for the second. Evil me. Review please, constructive criticism welcomed with open arms! Pointless flames will be printed out and used to make my sister's final meal.
Thanks You's To: Im4evagt (I gotta ask, what does that stand for?), EmeraldKnight1; and Xenomorph666 for submitting! It means much to me!
By: Holly Rose E
Summary: High school is hard enough, but having to be a mutant also? And have to protect people that hate you? They should give away medals for that type of thing. OCs needed.
Rating: PG-13... for now...
A/N: Hmph. I've fallen ill, that's it. Yes, sick and delusional for my own need of OCs. BWAHAHA! The chapter titles will be also be Song Titles, and the band/person who wrote them will be next to that little '~' line. Enjoy, minions.
*****
Chapter One: Lilies
Pushing myself farther
Every damn time
Suffocating myself with lily pods
Waiting for peace sublime
~Holly Rose E (go me *rolls eyes*)
*****
"Hell . . . I'm going straight to hell," she muttered, sniffling over her reflection.
Her hands were torn and bloodied from the rocks as she clawed and slammed her fists in the ground in blind fury and panic. Her clothes, new yet already worn out, were staining a dark brown, stiffening from the fluid.
She gave a cry of pain, clutching at her head, wishing furiously for it to just go away and leave her alone.
_[kill them, kill them, you know they deserve it. those bastards who they think are so great. egotistical pricks. make them pay, nobody is more deserving or greater than anybody else]._
Tears streamed down her cheeks from between her fingers, trying in vain to escape before falling ruthlessly to the ground, causing little splatters in the cherry pools.
She stripped herself of her shirt and pants, sitting there in her underwear, she began to wash them, still sobbing quietly yet allowing no more tears to fall.
Crying was for the weak. She lived and breathed as a strong person. She wouldn't fall to the devious plans of the innocent.
As she washed, the stains were becoming less and less as her hands became more raw as she scrubbed harder and harder. The little river was beginning to look as though foaming from the faint pink mist, looking like clouds during a sunset bubbling from her clothes.
She put her clothes back on, dripping wet and she sat shivering, still trying to wipe away the blood from her body.
Violated and angry by this presence inside of her, one she knew she could never escape, she saw the images flash before her eyes. The blood of others dripped from her hair, already having matted it down and seeping in through her skin's pores, forever leaving its mark upon her already damned soul.
[a woman screaming, hands covering her head]
[a child awaking, rubbing the sleep from its eyes]
[a father with a pistol, screaming in outrage from the intrusion]
She bent over, coughing mercilessly, spitting out the bitter taste in her mouth, wishing for God to just strike her down already.
A crow landed next to her, cocking its head from side to side.
The girl turned her head, spat one last time and sat back on her hands. "What are you looking at?"
She smirked but froze when the bird began to change shape, forming itself into a woman with blue skin and flaming red hair.
"Sweet Mary, Jesus and Joseph," she muttered, before flipping back onto her feet, putting herself into a defensive crouch.
"Did you do that?" The intruding woman asked, pointing into the general direction of where the nearest
_[deserted]_
town resided.
The younger stood up straight, but still not letting her guard down.
"And if I did?"
"I can help you, if you want it. A place to feel like you're welcome and not be hated for what you're like. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"I've been guaranteed a lot of things," she croaked out, balling her fists, "why should I believe you?"
"Because I'm like you are. A mutant."
"A demon."
"Either way, I'm offering you security."
"I'm so sure."
"You wiped out an entire town by yourself, that's very impressive."
"It wasn't me," she snapped, her incisors bared, a growl in the back of her throat rising menacingly.
"Then who was it? And why were you the only one who survived?" The blue woman stepped forward, leering.
The girl glared right back, jutting her jaw out into the air.
[a belt, a flash of lightning, a scream tearing from her throat, the blood gushing, everything staining a brilliant vermilion]
"Who are you?"
"My name is Mystique. Are you coming or not?"
She frowned, biting her lip, careful not to puncture herself. Her fingernails, black and looking as if they were decaying, pinching into her skin. She had nothing here, nothing much anywhere really - some treasures scattered from place to place, but what would she do alone? She couldn't make a living, that was for sure and that meant no way for her to fend for herself.
Stuck.
She was stuck to trust this stranger.
Cursing under her breath, she nodded.
"What is your name?"
"Neona Shields."
Mystique smirked and changed back into a bird and took off, flying away, a twinkle flashing in her black eyes.
Neona growled, mentally berating herself before stretching her own wings and lifting off the ground and flying after her, above the clouds so as not to be seen.
*****
I own Neona. Everything dealing with X-Men Evolution belongs to Marvel/Warner Bros/etc.
Hmm, boring, no? So, yes, do review -comments and critique are something I thrive off of. Have a wonderful life, and I hope you all prosper nicely.
-Holly
P.S. If you would like your character to be in this, EMAIL ME AT kittie45@sbcglobal.net SO I CAN SEND YOU THE FORM TO FILL OUT!!
P.P.S. The OCs (as seeing as the deadline isn't until the 6th) won't be making an appearance until the third chapter. Yes, I'm going to make you all "suffer" and wait for the second. Evil me. Review please, constructive criticism welcomed with open arms! Pointless flames will be printed out and used to make my sister's final meal.
Thanks You's To: Im4evagt (I gotta ask, what does that stand for?), EmeraldKnight1; and Xenomorph666 for submitting! It means much to me!