So I hope you enjoy my story and in case it would be difficult to guess I'd like to say that I did get the idea for my OC's name from the Alice Cooper song Poison. That song and its lyrics were kind of like my inspiration for this character and to write this character. This song actually gave me the idea for this story and if you have never heard it before, I highly recommend you listen to it. Either for this to help get a better picture of what I'm trying to say or for enjoyment. The lyrics are here as well which will help if you can't listen.
Poison: Alice Cooper
Your cruel device I want to love you but I better not touch (don?t touch) Your mouth, so hot I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins) (guitar solo) One look, could kill I want to love you but I better not touch (don?t touch) I want to love you but I better not touch (don?t touch)
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (deep in)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Poison...
My pain, your thrill
I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (to much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Poison (Poi-son)
I want to hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
Yeah
Well I don't want to break these chains
Poison
Runnin' deep inside my veins
Burnin' deep inside my brain
Poison
And I don't want to break these chains
Poison
~C.C.
It was a normal summer day in Castle Rock. The sun was scorching, the birds were chirping, and Vince Desjardins of The Cobras was terrorizing the boys. Gordie Lachance and his best friend, Chris Chambers were just enjoying a walk down Main Street when Vince stole Gordie's Yankee cap.
"Come on man, give it back. My brother gave me that," Gordie whined as he jumped up to grab it out of his hand.
"Yeah, well it's not yours anymore." Vince smirked. He really got his kicks taking a kids hat. What a joke.
She couldn't take it when The Cobras did things to undeserving people. Granted, she loved to fight and if you started shit with her, she'd take you out. But one thing she didn't have patience for was when they would go after kids who didn't do nothin. Alice Merrill was walking down the same street watching this happen and it made her blood boil. She was Ace Merrill's younger sister and the only female member of The Cobras. The best part was that they didn't treat her any different just because she was a girl. She was as tough as Ace and looked just like him too. And she could certainly play tough with the rest of em.
"Vince? What the hell are you doin?"
"Oh hello Poison," he smirked. Poison was her nickname. They gave her one because Alice wasn't tough enough. And some of the others had one. It also kinda fit with the whole Cobra thing, which she liked.
She sensed that Vince wasn't going to back down so she had to take action. She threw a right hook to his face that would have made Rocky Marciano himself jealous.
She ripped the hat out of his hand. "Now get out of my sight. I'll deal with you later." Vince ran out of there faster than a racehorse.
Chris couldn't believe what had just happened. Somebody, a girl no less, had had the nerve to stand up to a Cobra. And punch them in the face! She was a knockout, and not just in the punches. But she looked eerily familiar, but couldn't place the face.
She tossed the hat back to the scrawny one and started off. But Chris stopped her.
"Why'd you do that?"
She turned back around so slowly it was like she believed that she couldn't even be bothered to be spoken to.
"I don't know. I just don't like to see some kids getting fucked around with, ya know? Especially when I know you didn't do nothin to him."
"Well we aren't kids. We can handle ourselves." Chris managed to scrape his pride off the sidewalk and sound a little defiant.
"Then why didn't you?" She pulled a cigarette from the pack in her shirt sleeve underneath her leather jacket and lit it. Chris fumbled slightly. This girl was so rude, so tough. And it only made Chris like her more.
"That's what I thought," she smirked. She spoke with a bored voice too. Like it was just killing her to speak a few words with someone.
"I didn't catch your name." Chris was desperate to keep talking to this girl.
"I didn't tell you. And I don't plan on it, Chambers."
How does she know who I am? Chris thought to himself. Most of the people in town knew the Chambers. And, just like her, most of them said the name with the same distaste.
She held back a laugh on those cherry red lips of hers and blew her smoke right in his face. "Maybe I'll see you around. Chambers kid." She flicked her head at him and headed off in the other direction.
He watched her leave. The strut down the road, it looked so familiar. He had to know her from somewhere, he just had too. But he thought he would remember someone like her. She had this platinum blonde hair with a little bit of an orange streaking in it, like she dyed it. And it was shaved on the side so the whole wavy mass of long hair was on one side. He couldn't see her eyes because she wore black sunglasses, like the ones Teddy wore but without clear lenses. It was weird because there were virtually no girls in all of Castle Rock who dressed like her or looked like her. She even was wearing black jeans and combat boots, a la Teddy Duchamp and a black leather jacket.
All Chris knew was that he thought she was beautiful and utterly perfect. It was like he knew her already, from the clothes to the bored, cool voice to the cherry red fingernails. Oh she would definitely see him around. He would make sure of that.