Summery: A simple boat ride ends in the transportation of a girl from the world she has always known and thrown into the Chaos of a Power struggle between the Gods and Unnamed villains. Does it help that she has an uncanny resemblance to our favorite rurouni? Not really!
A/N: Here's the second try at this! Let us hope I get it right this time eh?
Disclaimer: I do not own RK but I do own my own character.
Chapter one:
"Get your worthless ass out of bed now!," a tall man with graying hair yelled, as he banged on the locked door to his daughter's room. The person in question was face down on the bed, dead to the world. Becoming fed up the man kicked the door hard creating a loud cracking sound, groaning Kit got up, limbs hanging uselessly from her sleepy body.
As the banging continued, Kit yelled back, "I'm up! You can stop now!" With the banging taken care of, she simply walked to her closet pulled out a pair of tight Tripp pants with grey stitching. Straps hung criss-crossed behind her legs, and she slid a baggy shirt on that had the words "Heavily Medicated For Your Safety" in white creepy (the font style) lettering. Grabbing her five-subject notebook, she walked out of her room and down the stairs. Her mom had left earlier and dad left as soon as he heard her moving around. Sighing, she stopped in the kitchen to grab an apple before walking out to start the trek to her bus stop, cd player screaming with the music of "Hawthorne Heights" (no own… though I do love the songs to death) this particular morning.
Reaching her bus stop with her half-eaten apple, she tossed the core in one of the many garbage cans that lined the street. The bus came shortly after she had tossed her breakfast; walking onto the bus Kit grabbed the first open seat not caring whom she was seated next to.
The bus pulled into the parking lot of the two-story high school called Newfield. All the kids rushed off the bus to meet with their friends and share the morning gossip, there were only a select few that did not join the hustle and bustle of the morning. Kit was one of these few, she simply ambled along until she made it to the school cafeteria where she usually met up with her gang of friends.
Rachel was sitting against the wall reading her most recent book, Sunshine by Robin McKinley, meanwhile Raymond and Ryan were at each other's throats yelling about something or another. Damian was trying to get them to stop but his attempts proved fruitless seeing as the older boys were just trampling him. Sighing Kit leaned against the wall next to Rachel, "So what're they fighting about today?"
Looking up at her from her book Rachel answered, "Which band is better, Metallica or AC/DC."
Raising an eyebrow, Kit glanced over at the two battling, "And who's winning?"
Damian looked at her from his futile mission of stopping the older boys, "Kit! Come on please help me stop them!"
Chuckling, Kit got in-between the two and pushed them apart, "Stop upsetting Damian with your stupid argument." Ryan looked over at the small brown haired boy, his hazel eyes tearing up, and he muttered an apology. Raymond simply crossed his arms and scoffed, that would have been the end of it, if it were not for Kit's next comment, "Besides, you're both wrong, Slipknot is the best." This triggered another argument, only with one more member than the previous one. Damian, throwing up his hands, gave up and went to his first period class.
Rachel continued sitting against the wall of the cafeteria reading her book not paying any mind to the bickering threesome. Rachel was an orphan who kept getting shuffled from bad foster home to bad foster home; when she turned 17, Rachel left the most recent hell hole and got two jobs, one at the local library and another at the local supermarket, Rachel is now living in an old abandoned church on the edge of town. A little over a year ago, when Josh came to the school he moved in with Rachel, for reasons he never told. Josh did not speak much of his family or any of his life before he came to live with Rachel. He did not provide any information and no one asked. That was one of the unspoken laws of their friendship, no prying. If someone wants you to know something they will tell you. If they don't, do not force the issue.
Raymond's mother and father divorced when he was younger and he had gotten himself mixed up with some bad people. For a while, he was caught up in experimenting with drugs, smoking, fighting; they had almost been ready to send him away to military school. Suddenly he just stopped, sure he has ghosts that tend to come back from that dark time in his life but he does everything in his power not to get involved again. Soon before he had stopped, he had met Kit when she happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, she had seen the people Raymond used to hang out with using illegal drugs. Most of them were too high to care about some girl walking by, but some of them were not. They jumped her and after a short one-sided fight they had her pinned to the ground; The guys were just buzzed enough to think they could get away with forcing themselves onto someone. Kit almost got raped that day, neither of them knows why Raymond decided to come by at that time but he did. Moreover, because of him she was able to get away with only a few minor scratches, a few days after that, he severed all ties with those guys and everything associated with them. Kit and Raymond started hanging out with each other more often and eventually formed a "brother-sister" relationship.
Damian was an only child and lived with his father, his mother had died giving birth to him. After his wife's death, Damian's father started drinking more often but it wasn't until about three years ago that he started getting wasted every night and often times abused poor Damian, blaming his son for his wife's premature death. No one can figure out where he gets the money for alcohol seeing as how he does not have a job, at least not one his son knows about. More often than not, Damian crashes at someone else's house though he rarely ever stays with Rachel and Josh, claiming that the church scares him at night. We laugh, he blushes then we leave it at that.
Lastly, there is Ryan. In all reality Ryan's home life should have made him be a normal teenager. His parents are exceptionally nice, very lenient, and as long as he pulls C's, don't care about grades. There is nothing in his life that would have made him outcast enough to be a part of the group and yet, he is here and has been since middle school. Again, the law of 'No prying' comes into play.
The shrill sound of the first period bell rang out most students startled into running to their classes. Kit, Ryan and Raymond continued glaring at each other in a silent argument, "Slipknot is the best!" Kit yelled.
"NO! AC/DC beats Slipknot by a long shot!" Ryan shot back.
"Metallica makes AC/DC and Slipknot look like little garage bands!" Raymond countered.
Slipping into fighting stance Kit smirked, "I know how we can settle this."
Mimicking Kit's smirk Raymond's hands clenched into fists, "You both know I'm going to win, and when I do you're going to get henna on your forehead saying 'Ray is our lord and master'"
"As if! I can bea-" Ryan was cut off abruptly by Rachel smacking him upside his head with her rather thick hard cover book.
Smacking Kit and Ray as well, "Stop it you three. Not only are you scaring the other students, the security guards are just waiting for you to do something to send you to the AP's office." Pushing everyone but Ryan to the door, she ordered the other to get to class.
Walking into class late was not a new thing for Kit so no one paid her any mind as she walked to her seat in the back of the classroom, and sat down putting her head on the desk to sleep her two periods of science away. Her teacher did not look pleased but was unable to say much considering Kit got some of the best grades in the class. The rest of the school day went by uneventfully, finally the last bell of the day rang and Kit met her friends at the back gate. They were planning to have a meeting at Rachel's 'house' today.
Exchanging greetings and a few pointless comments, the six teens walked away from the school and sat at the bus stop. Rachel, Josh and Damian were sitting quietly on the bench occasionally making small talk while Ryan and Ray were sitting on the ground playing a card game called Egyptian Massacre (has any one else played this game? It is so much fun!). Kit was watching amused at Ryan's inevitable defeat, when two fives were put down, both boys hands went flying to claim it. Ryan's hand got there first but Ray's hand slammed down harder than necessary on Ryan's.
Ryan let out a yelp of pain, "You don't have to hit that hard!"
Ray simply stared at him innocently, "I'm sorry, sometimes I just don't know my own strength."
Ryan turned toward Kit who was sitting next to him putting on a cute innocently hurt face he asked, "Ray Ray gave me a boo boo can you kiss it and make it all better?" Ray growled at the nickname and Kit stared at him warily as he scooted closer to her.
Ryan gave her the cutest face he could muster and held his hand out to Kit. Kit's eyes widened and her face turned red, "PERVERT!!!" she screeched slapping away the hand that had managed to make a home for itself on her bottom. Ray joined her when she punched Ryan in the face while Ray kicked him in the stomach. His face was red with anger as he glared heatedly at the lump on the ground known as Ryan. Fuming, Kit kicked him in the side again for good measure before walking onto the bus that had just pulled up to the curb. Grumbling about stupid boys, Kit got on and told the driver, "You can go that guy on the sidewalk was just seeing us to the bus safely" Kit smiled sweetly and took a seat next to Ray giving him a quick hug, "Thank you."
Ray blushed lightly and turned his head away muttering, "Perverts aren't allowed to touch my sister." It was so low in volume if Kit had not been listening for it she would have missed it.
"Kit that wasn't very nice." Josh reprimanded looking at her in anger, the only thing that threw off the effect was the mirth shining in his eyes. Kit smiled and looked out the window at the houses passing by.
The ride lasted about fifteen minutes; they got off about a half a mile from the Church. The five friends got off the bus ignoring the stares they were getting from the other people on the bus. The walk was encased in silence, no one spoke and no one let his or her guard down.
The group would have been walking in pairs but since they ditched Ryan, one of the pairs had to be modified, Kit was walking with Damian who was almost clinging to her like a child. Ray was walking with Josh and Rachel who usually paired up with Ryan was walking between Ray and Kit. Even though they did not expect any trouble, it had become habit of them to pair off when walking around unpopulated areas or walking out at night. The pairs had been set so that there is one fighter to each non-fighter. Damian and Josh don't fight at all, Kit and Ray are the two best fighters in the group and Rachel isn't much of a fighter but she can if she needs to, that's why she's paired up with Ryan who is a fighter but not an exceptional one. The groups are meant to balance each other out and protect the safety of the group.
When they reached the church they entered through the back entrance and walked into what Rachel and Josh used as their living room. An old couch was situated on the wall and a computer was set up on the desk next to it. Josh walked over to the desk, sat down and started typing and clicking away at things. Rachel went to get sodas for everyone and the remaining three sat on the couch waiting for Josh's report. Josh may not seem it but he is a genius with computers, and with a couple of old cameras, some wiring and a few other gadgets that normal people wouldn't be able to understand, he set up an entire security system. Traps were set throughout the building so no one could get in any other way than the paths monitored by the cameras. Turning around Josh smiled, "All clear!"
Rachel came back carrying three sodas giving one to Josh, another to Damian, and the last to Ray. Josh turned his chair so that he was facing the group and Rachel sat on the arm of the chair next to Kit. "Has anyone encountered any problems with other groups as of late?" Rachel asked seriously.
Josh shook his head as did Damian, Kit muttered a 'nope,' that left Ray as the only one who had yet to answer. They all turned to him, "Anything happen you want to share Ray?" Kit asked raising an eyebrow.
Ray shook his head, but added "I don't think this is any major problem but I noticed someone sneaking around my house a few nights ago, I couldn't get a good look at them so that's all I know."
Kit looked thoughtful turning to Ray, "Where did you notice them?"
Ray's forehead creased in thought, "Hmm I'm pretty sure it was along the back of my yard."
Rachel sensing Kit's train of thought turned to Josh who in turn figured out where this was going, "Yes I can set up a camera for precautionary purposes to see if this is at all significant ." He chirped happily.
Taking a swig of his soda Ray grunted approval, glaring at Kit and Damian appraisingly. Noticing the purple bruise peaking out from under Damian's tee shirt he growled, "When did you get that?"
Following his gaze Damian lifted up the sleeve of his shirt, "This is from my own clumsiness not from my father." Ray looked at him suspiciously but accepted the answer.
"Who's going to take Damian tonight?" Kit asked.
Rachel looked up in surprise, "Did you forget that it's your turn Kit?"
Kit shook her head, "No but my parents decided to go camping tonight, we leave at around eight. So I can't let him spend the night since no one is going to be there."
The group looked surprised, "What do you mean 'decided.' You don't just decide to do something like that, it takes planning," Ray scoffed disbelievingly.
Growling, Kit hit him upside the head, "What I mean by decided is that they just decided to tell me last night!"
After a short glaring contest between Kit and Ray, they decided to send Damian to Ryan's house for the weekend. Chatting and playing card games the rest of the afternoon, the group was laughing in their own world inside the building.
Leaving the church around five o'clock the group had withered to three, Kit and Ray walked with Damian between them. Getting on the bus the trio sat talking about music, TV, and school just normal mundane topics to pass the time. Kit got off at the third stop, "You can take Damian to Ryan's place right? I'll call him and let him know your coming." At Ray's nod she gave them both a quick hug and exited the bus jogging to her house. Knowing she still had to pack for the trip.
... Later that night ...
Kit stood on the top deck of the ferry that would take her family to Connecticut where the campground was. The night sky was clouded over with thick storm clouds, the wind whipping her flaming hair around her face tugging at the tie holding it together. Kit could not help but feel a little excited, she loved storms, and rough boat rides were exceptionally fun. Thunder clapped overhead and lightning streaked across the sky, the wind picked up more speed as the first drops of rain pelted the unsuspecting boat. Sitting under the awning of the deck she watched the storm a bit longer before deciding to go below deck to avoid being drenched. If there was one thing Kit hated it was getting wet, especially when she did not have a change of clothes immediately handy.
In spite of her love for storms, Kit had a premonition that something was going to happen, something bad. Brushing it off as her imagination, she turned to walk to the cabins, allowing her body to sway with the rocking movement of the boat. Suddenly a strong wave smashed against the bow of the boat; unable to keep her balance, Kit fell forward cracking her head on one of the metal benches bolted to the deck.
The rain washed away any blood that came from the open wound on her temple, spots danced in front of her vision before spreading out and consuming the whole of her mind.
A/N: Well… better? Worse? Criticism always welcome.
