A/N: Stan Lee and some other people got to the X-men before I did so they
own them not me. I do happen to own Vandy though.
A greyhound bus shatters the quiet of the sleepy little town as it rolls to a stop in the station. The doors open with a swooshing sound and a girl, swallowed by a large gray hoodie sweatshirt stumbles off sleepily. She yawns and hefts the large duffle bag higher on her shoulder. The sun was just coming up and everything was still and quiet. To quiet. She frowns well, this will take some getting used to she thinks slowly walking away from the station, the duffle bag thumping her legs each time she takes a step. She pulls a tattered phone book from her pocket and flips to the V section. Valerie Simmons 5827 Cedar street Bayville, NY. She looks up at the street signs and groans. This was her first time here but even she could figure it would be to far to walk. She stops and spots two cabs, which hang around the station just for emergencies, like this. She jogs as fast as she can with the large duffle bag and hops in. "Cedar Street" she says settling back in the worn seat. * * *
The cab stops in front of a two-story home on a street right out of one of those corny family movies. She rolls her eyes as she steps out the cab, throwing the driver the last of her money. I can deal, I can deal. she chants as she heads up the walk to the door. She knocks hard and pulls her hood down revealing two shoulder-length violet braids. A tall dark skinned woman answers the door without asking who it was. Geez is it that safe around here she wonders forming a wide, fake smile at the woman. "Auntie Val!" she says sweetly. Val narrows her eyes. "Who." she looks closer at the girl "Can't be.Vandy? I'd recognize those gray eyes anywhere." Vandy laughs. "Yeah, it's me." She looks pass her into the darkness of the house. Did I wake you?" she says still searching the dark. "What happened to you?" her aunt asks ignoring Vandy's question. 'What do you mean?" she asked a little agitated. The duffle bag was heavy and she was sleepy. Was she going to have to be interrogated before she could come in? "You know damn well what I mean Vandy! No one's seen hide or tail of you for four years and then all of a sudden you land on my doorsteps like nothing's happened." Well. She has me there. Vandy stands silently. "What do you want me to say? You know I'm sorry.sorrier than anyone will ever know" Her eyes water slightly but her aunt didn't soften. "Where have you been? And what happened to you? You're hair.and clothes. Look like a homeless slut." Her hand instantly went up to a purple braid. "It grew that way.after I left" she said lamely. Who the heck did she think she was? Her hair and her clothes were her own business. Besides, what was wrong with her clothes? She looks down. Her hoodie was zipped halfway so you could still see her tight white wife beater. Other than that she wore baggy black cargos and sneaks. She frowned. Could she help that her clothes were rumpled from the long bus ride or had a slightly big chest? Hell no. She decided to answer her Aunt's first question so she didn't end up slapping her. "I've been at my Grandma's. She died a while ago and you're the only family I have left. You have to let me stay with you." "Oh, so finally the real reason you've come is out. First off, I don't have to let you do anything. You think I'm going to allow you in my house to kill or permantly disfigure my family like you did yours? If you do you're out you're ever loving mind. Go back to wherever you've been, Vandy. We don't want you here!" to many things were being thrown at her at once. So she had only killed one person? She had to have meant her step father because when she left him he had be surely dead.so that meant her mother was still alive somewhere. A real smile came to her face. She wouldn't have to live in this dinky town after all. "Tell me where my mom and the rest of them are," she said not bothering to be polite. "No. After what you did to my sister I know she wont want you either" and with that she slammed the door in the young teen's face. Vandy blinked at the large oak door in front of her trying to comprehend why it was closed. Oh, no she didn't she thinks feeling her anger growing. She balls her hands in a tight fist and pounds on the door. "What is wrong with you? Open this door!" Vandy yells 'Cut out all that racket" her aunt yells back somewhere close to the door. "This is a nice neighborhood." Then, in a lower voice she says "I know what you are Vandy. The whole family knows you're one of those mutant freaks. Don't think I wont call someone to lock you up" Vandy stopped banging and decided to use a different approach. "Aunt Valerie, please tell me! Please! I have no one else." She lets tears fall and anguish seep into her voice. "Get the hell off my steps!" her aunt shouted in reply and then there was more quiet. Vandy sat down and begin to cry real tears. All alone in a strange city, no money and this heavy ass duffle bag. She looks up and sees a woman. "Are you o.k?" She stares at the woman. Dark hair, nice dress suit and a smile that was obviously fake. She had often used that smile. Vandy frown, standing "Fuck off" she growls brushing pass the woman and down the street.
So that's it for right now. Please tell me how you like it!!! Wildceed
A greyhound bus shatters the quiet of the sleepy little town as it rolls to a stop in the station. The doors open with a swooshing sound and a girl, swallowed by a large gray hoodie sweatshirt stumbles off sleepily. She yawns and hefts the large duffle bag higher on her shoulder. The sun was just coming up and everything was still and quiet. To quiet. She frowns well, this will take some getting used to she thinks slowly walking away from the station, the duffle bag thumping her legs each time she takes a step. She pulls a tattered phone book from her pocket and flips to the V section. Valerie Simmons 5827 Cedar street Bayville, NY. She looks up at the street signs and groans. This was her first time here but even she could figure it would be to far to walk. She stops and spots two cabs, which hang around the station just for emergencies, like this. She jogs as fast as she can with the large duffle bag and hops in. "Cedar Street" she says settling back in the worn seat. * * *
The cab stops in front of a two-story home on a street right out of one of those corny family movies. She rolls her eyes as she steps out the cab, throwing the driver the last of her money. I can deal, I can deal. she chants as she heads up the walk to the door. She knocks hard and pulls her hood down revealing two shoulder-length violet braids. A tall dark skinned woman answers the door without asking who it was. Geez is it that safe around here she wonders forming a wide, fake smile at the woman. "Auntie Val!" she says sweetly. Val narrows her eyes. "Who." she looks closer at the girl "Can't be.Vandy? I'd recognize those gray eyes anywhere." Vandy laughs. "Yeah, it's me." She looks pass her into the darkness of the house. Did I wake you?" she says still searching the dark. "What happened to you?" her aunt asks ignoring Vandy's question. 'What do you mean?" she asked a little agitated. The duffle bag was heavy and she was sleepy. Was she going to have to be interrogated before she could come in? "You know damn well what I mean Vandy! No one's seen hide or tail of you for four years and then all of a sudden you land on my doorsteps like nothing's happened." Well. She has me there. Vandy stands silently. "What do you want me to say? You know I'm sorry.sorrier than anyone will ever know" Her eyes water slightly but her aunt didn't soften. "Where have you been? And what happened to you? You're hair.and clothes. Look like a homeless slut." Her hand instantly went up to a purple braid. "It grew that way.after I left" she said lamely. Who the heck did she think she was? Her hair and her clothes were her own business. Besides, what was wrong with her clothes? She looks down. Her hoodie was zipped halfway so you could still see her tight white wife beater. Other than that she wore baggy black cargos and sneaks. She frowned. Could she help that her clothes were rumpled from the long bus ride or had a slightly big chest? Hell no. She decided to answer her Aunt's first question so she didn't end up slapping her. "I've been at my Grandma's. She died a while ago and you're the only family I have left. You have to let me stay with you." "Oh, so finally the real reason you've come is out. First off, I don't have to let you do anything. You think I'm going to allow you in my house to kill or permantly disfigure my family like you did yours? If you do you're out you're ever loving mind. Go back to wherever you've been, Vandy. We don't want you here!" to many things were being thrown at her at once. So she had only killed one person? She had to have meant her step father because when she left him he had be surely dead.so that meant her mother was still alive somewhere. A real smile came to her face. She wouldn't have to live in this dinky town after all. "Tell me where my mom and the rest of them are," she said not bothering to be polite. "No. After what you did to my sister I know she wont want you either" and with that she slammed the door in the young teen's face. Vandy blinked at the large oak door in front of her trying to comprehend why it was closed. Oh, no she didn't she thinks feeling her anger growing. She balls her hands in a tight fist and pounds on the door. "What is wrong with you? Open this door!" Vandy yells 'Cut out all that racket" her aunt yells back somewhere close to the door. "This is a nice neighborhood." Then, in a lower voice she says "I know what you are Vandy. The whole family knows you're one of those mutant freaks. Don't think I wont call someone to lock you up" Vandy stopped banging and decided to use a different approach. "Aunt Valerie, please tell me! Please! I have no one else." She lets tears fall and anguish seep into her voice. "Get the hell off my steps!" her aunt shouted in reply and then there was more quiet. Vandy sat down and begin to cry real tears. All alone in a strange city, no money and this heavy ass duffle bag. She looks up and sees a woman. "Are you o.k?" She stares at the woman. Dark hair, nice dress suit and a smile that was obviously fake. She had often used that smile. Vandy frown, standing "Fuck off" she growls brushing pass the woman and down the street.
So that's it for right now. Please tell me how you like it!!! Wildceed