Hi everybody! I know, I am starting a new story already. But I like writing. :/ Oh well. Warning all readers, my characters Slash and Llewellyn are both people I have played with before in previous stories. So don't be worried too much if things don't make sense, all will be revealed. I would still like to know if certain parts need fixing or GASP! complete editing to read. I do not own any Marvel or Spiderman characters, just Slash and L. Please review after you read this! I really like actually reviews, not just favoriting it. I would like know what you think about this, you know. Well, I'll stop talking now. Enjoy the story!
I am Llewellyn. Also called L by my friends. She is Slash. Also called monster by everybody else. We are sisters, almost-friends, used-to-be-enemies, sharing one body. How is that possible? I can't tell the whole story but I can share some with you.
Basically we come from somewhere else. Not here in this world. Another universe, I guess you could call it. There we were created by some scientists trying to make the ultimate weapon, a living one. As far as I know, they were aiming for a weak but smart human that could transform into a reptilian monster and back. Through those aims the monster would be controlled by its human self used as a leash. That was what they were aiming for. Instead they got: us.
We are two beings sharing a body since birth and both of us only learned about the others existence a few months ago. I am a normal human girl with improved healing, speed and strength. Reddish hair, hazel eyes, pale skin. Owning a smart mouth and a sharp dislike towards those who try to use me. She is a reptile humanoid, reddish scales, yellow eyes. Small wings for gliding, healing, speed, strength, claws...she pretty much got it all. Owns a hate for guys who chase us and ain't afraid to leave them hanging on the side of a skyscraper. Hate-love relationship with each other but somehow we survive.
Why we are here? Well, I'll just say it involved our allies wanting us to take a break after the war we were in ended. Expressed with pitchforks and torches. So hey, the two of us decided it was time to take a vacation. Used a small machine and poof! We're here, trying to learn the ways of this new world. New York City, here we come!
Stranger things have happened. But not here. New York is the place just to live if you enjoy millions of muggers, rude people, and various costumed weirdos that all try to take over the world. Or try to kill another costumed weirdo wearing red and blue that stops them every time. So yeah, it's pretty cool out here. Of course Slash disagrees with me.
Hey! You said I could have a pick of where to go! She complains in my head. You did. You chose here. I remind her. Silently of course. It wouldn't do to make all of the people around me think I was a nutjob. That was before we knew what sort of crazies lived here. Before long you're gonna have to break your promise to keep me inside you and let me out. And when that happens, we'll be chased by those powered people wanting to kill us. A mental smirk colors her words. Not that I mind that. But you might. And I am not getting blamed for everything this time! With her parting piece of wisdom, she withdraws to pout. Yeah, she was right. Yeah, it could happen sooner than later. Did I care? Nope.
First step when traveling across the worlds: find a place to stay. Second: blend in. Meaning I had to go to school like any average kid, even though I probably knew more stuff than others my age. Wouldn't do to get arrested. Even more so, it wouldn't do to take out the cop to get away. I got a nice apartment, one where the owner took credit cards. If it was required, I could cut loose. No real info for anyone. Except my name. There would no information anywhere about me on the planet. Besides, even if I had to run, I could take a new name. Names can be shed as easily as coats. Plenty of pictures of my former foster parents and an extra closet makes it look like I live there with adults. Instead of alone. Not alone, with Slash.
My flashback ends, leaving me realizing I'm at my stop. It's near my school, close enough that I can walk. I don't mind. At least it's not running for my life. I go inside the high school. I'm new there. Everyone always picks on the new kid. I'm used to the drill and just keep my head down. Mostly. Sure, I back-talked a couple of teachers. Maybe I punched that football kid straight in the nose when he tried to get close to me. Perhaps a few teeth fell out and there was blood all over the place. All I know is that I'm in the office trying to explain why my parents aren't home to answer the phone. Eventually the principal gave up and just gave me a couple of detentions. I can handle that. I still think it's unfair that I can punished for protecting myself from an overzealous guy. It rolls like that in school. All we have to do is keep it down. Slash can barely stifle her snickers. Like if you could do any better. You would probably rip his guts out. I shoot back before cutting off the conservation. This is sooo boring. With my limited experience, I can't see how detentions would make me repent of my wrong-doing. Maybe I'll find out later. I glance up at the clock. Only an hour to go...
Later...
There was no point to that, I think, making my way home. There's no point to anything in school. Why are we going again? Slash again. Because I want to take a break from you chasing down and fighting people. A short laugh. You call this a break? Well, Slash did have a point about that. Still better than running around trying to survive, however. I get to the apartment and flop down on the bed to take a nap. Who cares if I have homework? That's not as important as sleep any way. Surely the teachers will see that. After all, they're human beings too, right?
Next Day...
I was wrong. Teachers are not human. At least, ones with the virtue of mercy. I fume silently as my English teacher assigns me another hour of wasting my life. Five this first week total, right L? My answer is short and to the point. Shut up Slash. I'll do better. If I don't, I won't blend in. Not blending in is bad in a place where living on your own could get you killed. And I don't want die. Not now. Not ever. The day continues on at a pace slower than a snail. Every class I get in trouble. Lunch is consumed by a detention, as well as after school. But this time, instead of doing nothing, I finish up my work. Out of teacher's eye, of course. They somehow believe people will actually learn more if they're forced to do nothing the entire time. I know that's wrong and I've only been in one so far. Please let them be become smarter in the next few weeks!
Weeks have passed. Surprisingly, nothing has happened to drive me away from the area. After the first week, I got my act together and now am praised as a good student. Slash, of course, sneers. Perfect. Too good for me now apparently. Thanks for the vote you made in my favor. School is fine, but is too easy. Science, especially biology, is a breeze. Well, I am a living science experiment. English is hard, history hardest. Who cares about the past if no one's gonna learn from it any way? Ironically, the event that directed my life towards a course leading to ultimate change wouldn't happen in either one of those classes. Instead it would happen in my favorite: Science.
Today is a simple lab. Dissecting a frog is no biggie to someone who's been dragged around in the mind of a psycho. A psycho killer that enjoys murdering people slowly. I know why she does it, Slash, why she kills. But it doesn't mean I have to like it. That's my thoughts during my mindless cutting of the corpse into pieces. Poor frog.
A loud alarm goes off. I look up just in time to hear the announcement. "All classrooms, Level 3 Lock-down now." Level 3? Already time to lock doors and pretend that nobody was here? No way that should happen this soon. Everyone starts talking. It takes a while for everything to get put away. Once that's complete, we all hide in the corner. I don't really think that's gonna save us if a murderer is on the loose but I don't say anything. Whatever floats their boat, I guess. The other kids are busy pushing and shoving, the poor teacher trying to get them to calm down. Well, the guys are. Most girls are on their phones texting each other. Me? I decide to move a little bit closer to the door. In the chaos of clean-up, no one noticed it was still open a crack. Except for me.
Slash knows what I'm doing right away. It's impossible to hide what you're doing to someone living in your own brain, I found out a long time ago. Even when you're going to the bathroom. So to all ya out there, don't try it in the future. You're going to kill both of us. She stated flatly. No I'm not! I'm just..um..looking. The little comment sets her off. Why do I have to be stuck with one of the stupidest people in any world?! We should find a better hiding place, not here. Don't get us killed. Blah, blah...I zone out the rest of her rage at me. You get used to it. I don't care what she says. She's my younger sister and who listens to their younger sister? I move closer to the door, close enough to peek out. Everything out there looks normal...so what's going on outside is the question here. Or so I think. Slash catches something. Get back! Now L! I don't listen, already turning it into background static. I regret that later. Now the teacher finally notices me by the door. He shouts, "Get back!" then covers his mouth when he realizes what a mistake he's made. However, I think little of it at the time. "Fine. I'm com-"
Before I can even feel the hand around my ankle, I am hoisted into the air. "Let me go!" I twist and turn in an attempt to get away. Whoever it is must have snuck up on me when I was turned towards the teacher. But what could move so fast in so short of time? Almost shivering, I push that thought away.
"Now, what have I caught here?" The raspy voice freezes me solid. Slowly I turn my head to look behind me, a hard feat when you're hanging upside down. It is a large scarlet figure with unusual white patches where his eyes should be and sharp teeth now bared at me in a not-so-friendly way. Still in shock, I don't recognize the person until Slash whispers his name. Carnage.