From Girl to Beast and Back
By: sharp-shooter-Spike
scribbles a note on a memo pad and holds it up for all to see
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel, Cordelia, or Wesley, but I own everyone else.
This is only my second fic, so only flame if it is unbearably horrible...which is highly unlikely...in my opinion anyway.
Chapter 1 captured
Elenor thought she was the same as everyone else. That all changed on the eve of her fifteenth birthday. She got a lot of cool things, but some of the coolest were two mini walkie-talkies, and a brand new Swiss army knife.
Elenor, more affectionately known as Len, was different from other girls...she was completely fascinated with ancient folklore and weaponry and she loved anything with action in it, but she did sneak out at night, only it wasn't to smoke or do anything like that...she liked to pretend she was a superhero. It was made even more exciting this night, by her new equipment.
She waited until it was about ten o'clock, then got dressed in her army pants and new Dragon Master t-shirt, and made sure she had loaded down enough to defeat the imaginary monsters in her backyard. The only flaw in her plan for a night of mindless frolicking, was the agents of the dark forces. They were ready for her.
As usual, Len went outside and immediately got her sword/sharpened stick from it's hiding place in the hollow of her favorite tree. She then walked out to the middle of a large field, and started to practice some new moves she had seen on her most beloved T.V. show.
All of a sudden, she was surrounded by dudes dressed completely in black. There were probably six, maybe more of these creepy, but buff guys.
"Come peacefully and no one will be harmed," said a strangely tall man in a very calm voice.
"If you wanted me to come peacefully, then you shouldn't have invaded my training grounds! Now you will pay!"
Len used her stick to lunge at the dark figures looming before her. Despite all the time she spent trying to learn how to fight like her idols, she didn't even get in a punch. She was grabbed by three of the six men and gagged by another. There must have been some kind of general anesthesia on the handkerchief, because before they even got her to the car, and they drove away into the night with one more person than when they had started out.
Soooooooooooooo...? What do you think? I take constructive criticism very seriously, so if you see a way to make it better, feel free to mention it. Chappy 3 only comes if you review.