Notes:

-This is based off of InvaderZaTR's awesome story Fate. Go check it out now. ):I

-This is the sequel of my crappy old story Johnny in Gotham, so I guess you should read it. But it sucks. This one will hopefully better. PLEASE GOD PLEASE! *gets hit in head with can* Ow...
-Only Elly belongs to me. Destiny and all other characters you don't recognize belong to InvaderZaTR, and Johnny and Devi, etc etc etc all belong to Jhonen Vasquez. As if you didn't know that. :) And Mindless Self Indulgence own themselves. But I wish I owned them.

I sighed. Another day, another dollar, another move. Of course, anything was better than Gotham. After Johnny and Devi had killed those people dressed like clowns, we had high-tailed it out of there fast. They had to drag me, actually, due to my head trauma. I touched a slight scar on my forehead; a memory. I looked around my room- I had found a cheerleader doll in the basement the other day, slightly bloody from being in the basement because... yeah... and made that something that I took my anger out of. My old bed was still there, in slightly worse condition than it had been, and since we had no clean sheets, Johnny lent me his that he never used. No matter how much I had washed them, the blood wouldn't come out, so I slept on the floor.

I shoved my suitcase that held my clothes under the bed and grabbed my laptop- a late, late birthday present from my mom Devi- and plugged it in. I had recently taken to graphic designs, and Shop Photo was a great thing. I put the earphones in, and Mindless Self Indulgence was soon busting my eardrums out. I sang along quietly to Animal as I colored in a drawing I had done of Johnny during his rare, rare period of sleep.

Signal-directional,

Institute-correctional,

File it alphabetical,

Ha-ha-hypothetical, (tonight)

I decided to pretend I didn't hear anyone knocking on my door. I was happier than I had been in a year. Can't a semi-insane teen get a moment of hideously loud and awesome peace?

Fuckin' incredible,

Suh, suh, nonconceptual,

I be the medical drug,

The theoretical--

Tonight!

And, of course, Devi burst in right before I sang the 'tonight'.

"Are you listening to that horrible band Mindless Self whatever?" she asked, glaring at my CD player.

"Noooo..." Well, it technically wasn't a lie. She had not only said their name wrong, but they weren't horrible.

"Well, can you put your laptop up for a second?" Devi asked. I did as she said."We need to talk."

Oh. Shit.

Black combat boots stomped on the white tile floor, chains and buckles clicking together loudly. Angry breath blew strands of raven hair from piercing green eyes, glaring at everybody and everything. Teens and teachers alike stepped back from this ball of fury, who was currently hissing cuss words under her breath. Who was this girl?

That would have to be me, Elly C., daughter of Johnny C. and Devi D.

Angry thoughts whirled through my head as I hissed, flicking off a boy who was too slow to get out of my way and pushing a cheerleader in to a locker. I would probably have to pay for that sooner or later, but I was too angry to care.

Stupid Devi. Stupid Johnny. Stupid god fucking Batman. Wasn't it his fault for me going to a... a... a high school? After all, if he hadn't gotten Johnny caught in the first place, I would still be in Gotham.

But you would still be going to school.

Shut up.

I glared at the class schedule in my hand, crinkled from my pale hand gripping it so hard. First class- homeroom. Did all classes have boring names like that? It made them hard to remember.

I stood outside of the door, as the teacher introduced me. No, he didn't know I was there, and I could hear a bit of worry in his voice. Of course, just as he was finished, I burst in. The shock on his face was really funny.

I looked around the room, eyes glancing over everyone in the room; posers, goths, punks, wannabe's, cheerleaders, jocks... Everyone was the same. Sigh.

Then my eyes caught the gray ones of another girl.

Standing up, she would be about 5'3. Her black and red highlighted hair reacher her shoulders, and black bands ran up her forearm. Her shirt was the cover of MSI's album IF, and her choker matched it. I smiled inside. She was interesting. I would keep my eye on her.

I forced myself not to grin, and instead glared at her. Her peach skin paled, and her gray eyes widened into a deer-in-the-headlights look. Johnny would hate that. I remembered the last time he had seen that look. I was still cleaning pieces of that girl off the car.

"Call me Lly." I said coolly, as if daring anyone to oppose it.

"Alright, Lly," the teacher, Mr. Spines replied with a giggle. I glared at him. "Please go sit behind Antonio."

I looked at Antonio, a slightly heavy blond boy with too much acne to be normal. Analysis- jerkwad.

Careful not to go putting labels on people, my dear. a voice in my head whispered. That's called 'hypocritism'.

Pf. Just wait, you. He will be a jerkwad.

If you say so.

This conversation with myself lasted less than a millisecond, and I walked back to sit behind Jerkwad, and I could feel that girls gaze on me. I felt her gaze shift to my backpack, where my key-chains were clinking together. Johnny had told me that my backpack was boring, so he gave me some small skulls, about the size of my fist to put on it. He had even forced keychain hooks through the top. "Yeah... thanks..." I had replied, hoping that they were cat skulls. Please god PLEASE let them be cat skulls.

"Simon!"the boy next to the girl with the gray eyes looked up. "Go sit next to Elly. You will be her buddy for the rest of the year. You will show her around the school at free period." Simon nodded and came to sit by me, and the redhead sitting there moved next to the girl.

I looked the girl in the eyes and she turned away real fast. Before she did, I recognized a look in her gray eyes. It was a bit of interest, and a bit of fear to. She was terrified, yet interested in who I was.

This was shaping up to be a good school year.

"What. The hell. Are these." I poked at the tacos in front of me with a fork.

"They're tacos." Simon said, biting into his own.

"These... are not tacos." I poked it again. "For one, I don't think that taco meat is supposed to be gray."

"They're healthy tacos."

"Healthy... tacos?" I felt a bit of rage well up inside me. "Healthy tacos? Tacos are not meant to be healthy. They are supposed to be greasy and warm and high in calories! Healthy tacos? They serve those in hell! And I would know!" I glared at Simon, who was cowering in fear. Poor kid. His fear was funny.

"Shut up!" I heard someone yell, and turned my head to see that girl from class heave a bagel at her friend, who ducked.

"Yeah, Claudia." a girl on the next to the one who threw the bagel. "Stop one-upping Destiny!"

Destiny, hmmm? I sighed. The voice was back. What an interesting name.

God, just leave me alone.

Now, eat your tacos, dear.

What are you, my mother? I poked at them again.

Something like that.

"So, you're Elly?" I glanced up from my sketchpad. A tall, busty cheerleader with fake blond hair stood in front of me. I raised an eyebrow at her cheerleader friends clustered about her.

So it's true... I thought idly. Preps do travel in packs...

"I'm Gabriella." Gabriella put a pink nailed hand in front of my face. I shook it lightly, as if scared of getting germs, and silently compared her perfect pink manicure to my self painted chipping dark blue nails.

"I'm Elly." I replied coldly. God, pleasepleasePLEASE go away!

"You should wear less black." a girl in the back chimed in false stilleto. I winced.

Fuck.

"Yeah, you should. I mean, even your nails are black." Gabriella frowned.

"News flash, they're dark blue. Learn your colors, Gabby." I got up to walk away, but they blocked their way. Where was Johnny when you needed him?

"Wear more pink, and you'd be perfect for the cheer leading squad!" Gabriella smiled, showing perfect white teeth.

"The very thought makes me sick." I told them. "Now go away before I rip out your breast implants and shove them down your throats." I flipped them off.

That scared them away.

I noticed Destiny staring at me, and I though about staring back. But, instead I went back to my drawing, too pissed to care.

After free period, I went to stuff my drawing pad in my locker, then had to hide from angry jocks pissed at me for flipping their girlfriends. Psh.

After they went to class, it was five minutes after the bell rang. I jumped down from the top of the lockers (as that was were I was hiding) and started off to class, whistling Breathe Me by Sia quietly, and it still echoed through the empty halls. Creepy.

My next class was Home Economics, and I decided that that was a bit more interesting sounding than Homeroom. That was a boring name. Really boring.

I knocked three times on the door, then let myself in.

"Ah, you must be Miss C.," the teacher smiled. Her nameplate read Mrs. Zantacs. That was going to be hard to remember. "Please go sit next to..." her eyes browsed the children, then fell upon Destiny. "Destiny."

Destiny almost fell out of her chair, and I did as Mrs. Z said. I pulled out my notebook and began to doodle.

"Um... Hi." I turned and looked at Destiny, who's face was slightly red. I almost smiled, but decided to amuse myself.

I glared at her. "You're Destiny, right?"

"Yeah..." She nodded.

"I hate that name." I turned back to my doodles. "It's too unoriginal."

"I think it's pretty exotic!" she blurted out, a bit louder than she should have.

"Well, I don't!" I hissed, sneering.

"WHO'S TALKING?" Mrs. Z bellowed, whirling around.

"Destiny is, Mrs. Zantacs!" that bitch Gabriella said, twirling a strand of blond hair around her finger. God. I'd talked to her once, and I already hated her.

"The time you waste here, Destiny, is the time you spend after school," Mrs. Z said. "If you want to play now, go ahead. You can play now, and work after school." Destiny lowered her head and cursed quietly. Poor kid.

After school, I dragged my now heavy backpack outside and waited for Johnny and/or Devi to come and pick me up. Destiny was talking animatedly to two raven haired boys, and one had horns. Wait- horns!? Wasn't that, like, impossible?

"Destiny!" Mrs. Z called from the school. "You're supposed to be inside! Get in here now!"

Destiny growled and stomped up to Mrs. Z, and I saw her flick off the teacher when Mrs. Z wasn't looking. I grinned. Yes, this girl was very interesting indeed.

"So, how was school?" Johnny asked me when I got home. He was watching infomercials.

"Okay, I guess." I went to get a glass of milk from the fridge. "How the hell can you stand those things?" I asked him as I got a glass.

Johnny shrugged and continued to watch. I sighed and poured the milk out into my glass. Of course, what came out wasn't milk. It was a slimy, goopy glob that slightly resembled milk and paste. It also smelled like Devi's failed attempts at food.

"Nny..." He glanced over the shoulder back. "When was the last time you went grocery shopping?"

"Hm..." He thought for a second, tapping a dark finger on his chin. "Two months ago, I think. Sometime around your birthday.

"..." I glanced at the blob. My birthday had been over a year ago. "I... think I'll go to Devi's for dinner." I grabbed my bag and walked out the door.

"Get me a Brainfreezie why'll you're out!" Johnny called.

Notes: Yay! I is done! R/R!

-I actually have plans for this story. Amazing, right? I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING! YAY!

- Adventure won't pick up until about chapter seven or so. So stick around till then, kay?