Chapter One
Couples:
Robin x Starfire
Raven x Cyborg
Beast Boy x Jinx
Blackfire x Bee yes, that means girl-on-girl
Speedy x Aqualad yes, that means boy-on-boy
Themes: substance abuse, drug abuse, self-infliction, and teen sex
Rating: M
Reasons: language, sexual situations, sex scenes, and controversial themes
Summary: Welcome to Monroeville. Here, the lowest of all human waste is shipped when their parents reach a breaking point. Good teenagers, who have slipped away from what's right and what's defined as "normal", The Drug addicts, Eating disorders, Cutting, EVERYTHING. But, what happens when the inmates help each other more then the doctors ever could? Complete AU. Contains illicit hentai, yaoi and yuri
Notes: I hope you guys like this fic, it kinda just came to me, along with the line "her wrists burned so beautifully" so, hopefully I will finish this fic and get to use that line…
Disclaimer: I no own you no sue
Reviews/Flames: Reviewsloved; faithful reviewers will get a cookie the size of their head! Flames about the couples I picked will be laughed at and posted here for others to mock. Flames on my lack of skill, to be used to heat my bedroom. My fanfiction mascot seems to think that I'm trying to turn her into a Popsicle.
Remarks: none yet, who will be the first?
The Story Begins…Rachel Roth aka Raven
I held the failed test in my hands, while trying to figure out how to hide this from the Parental Units. I sat in the back seat of the bright yellow school bus, while waiting for my stop. Trigun Male Parental Unit wouldn't let me get my license; apparently, if I was given too much freedom I would run off. At least he finally caught on to how much I hate it there. Mo the thin bus driver stopped at my house, while calling back to me.
"Ray-of-Sunshine, you're home!" I rolled my eyes playfully while gathering my black HIM messenger bag. I walked through the aisle, while waving good-bye to Mo.
Stepping onto the sidewalk, I looked up to the house my Male Parental Unit's company bought. It was huge. A mansion by all standards. Huge white pillars and a rolling green landscape. I hated it. It was unnecessary and was the reasons that the peasants revolted in the olden days. I checked the garage, Male Parental Unit's car was missing and so was Arella's fancy new convertible. Home alone. What a shocking and new experience. So, I was a little bitter about all of this shit. Who wouldn't be? Trigun's an owner of a Fortune 500 company, closet alcoholic and child beater. Arella sits back and lets it all happen. She doesn't work and she spends her days shopping for meaningless items that just fill our basement. I opened the front door, greeted with the familiar loneliness. I tossed my book bag on the white marble floor, while going to my bedroom.
It was the shining ray of gothic hope in my pitiful existence. I know, I know, the whole poor little rich girl thing is over played. But it was pretty true. I locked the door, while lifting my mattress. The day had sucked. I hated everything and just felt…numb. Nothing my only friend couldn't fix. There, lying under my fingertips was Arella's favorite Exacto knife. I pulled off my baggy bondage pants while sitting on the black and purple sheets of my bed.
There they were.
All of my scars. Crisscrossing over my pale legs. My thighs were the easiest place to hide them. I never wore skirts, I never wore shorts. I ran my hands over the cuts; looking at the twisted battlefield, I created myself. The first time I tried it, it was an accident. I was cooking in the kitchen, when my knife cut on arm. Out of instinct, I put the wound to my mouth, but I felt the sensation taking over me. It felt amazing. Later that night, Trigun punched me in the face for burning his food. I went to my room and tried again. I never went deep enough to die. Just enough to feel normal.
Better.
Happy.
No one could know.
They would ship me off to the loony bin in a straight jacket.
I pressed the blade against my thigh, while trying to catch my breath. I exhaled as the knife went through. I was on the ceiling. Looking down at some purple haired girl with pale skin and Goth clothes. A girl who hated herself, who hid bruises and lied about broken bones.
"I fell down the steps"
"I walked into a wall"
So many lies that filled this crazy girls head. She was as much of me as I was Rachel Roth. The skin burned and stinged as I was forced back to my own body. That would be enough to get me through the day. Enough to make life tolerable. I laid back onto the soft sheets, while gasping for air. It was my drug of choice and it was what kept me alive. It felt like hours passed by, as I sat back up. Used a blood stained rag to wipe off the blade and put it back.
I wiped off my leg next, while watching the blood bubble and clot. It was almost fun to watch. I wiped it away. Not paying attention to the world around me. The opened door, the six-foot tall man standing at the door. He slammed my door close as I jumped into the air. He saw it. He watched me cut myself.
"Fa-Father…" I tried to pull on my pants, as he rushed towards me. Out of instinct, I covered my face; he took the knife and started to run it all over my body.
Cutting my arms and legs
He ripped off my shirt while smiling. I was terrified. Standing there exposed, partially naked and cowering in fear. He ran the blade around my breasts while sitting on top of me. I tried to scream, but nothing came to my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks as I begged him to stop. I pleaded, offered everything I had.
Money.
Obedience.
Silence.
Anything!
He continued to cut me up. Calling me an ungrateful whore. Telling me to tell him how much I liked this. I cried, while begging him to stop. I couldn't feel anything any more. I was limp and I could feel the dark storm of unconsciousness slip over me. I could feel the weight lifted off my legs, as the door opened and closed again. I fell asleep, while trying to figure out what was going to happen next.
When I woke up, I was laying in a white bathtub with water up to my neck. Some pure white room and I was completely naked. It was the first time that I could see all of the damage that Trigun did. I looked like that Princess Chick from Thirteen Ghosts. Cuts everywhere. I thought that if I moved too much, they would open up and I would bleed to death. Hell, at this moment it was tempting. Trigun tried to kill me and Arella wouldn't care either way. Hell, she would be able to buy a new outfit for my funeral. I decided that maybe death wouldn't be so bad, as I tried to move, before I realized I wasn't alone. I saw this plump older woman in a tacky dress with a lace apron sitting on a stool watching me.
"Hello dearest…" I tried to cover myself up, what a creeper!
"Where am I?" my voice was rough, probably from all of the screaming and crying I did back at the house.
"Why, you're at your new home, because you've been such a naughty, naughty teenager. Your dear sweet mother and father brought you here to get better." You've got to be kidding me? Who would describe Trigun as sweet? The man could kill an infant and it wouldn't bother him. I tried to get out of the tub, as the woman handed me a white fuzzy towel. "Welcome to Monroeville, Rachel. We have some very simple rules for you to follow. No falling into bad habits or there will be repercussions. Your lovely parents gave us your clothes; you get five pairs of pants or skirts, five shirts and two pairs of shoes. Under garments must be tasteful, no jewelry, and I would like for you to consider dying your hair a normal color." I splashed her slightly, while wrapping the towel around my chest.
"I'm not dying my hair, and don't call me Rachel." When I was younger, before everything went bad, Mom used to call me Raven. I was her little dark bird. "I'm Raven." She looked at me oddly, while sighing.
"Well then, Raven. I'll show you to your room." She gathered my clothes while leading me to the room down the hall. "This is the bathroom, it is to be shared with every other member of the Monroeville Family." I followed her, while passing two other bedrooms. There were no doors, and the inmates were lounging about. "My name is Mae, but you are to call me Mother Mae Eye. Until you are better and able to live in normal and healthy life, I am your new Mommy." I glared at the back of her head, while at least grateful that there were no males to see me in a half-naked state. "You will have a roommate by the end of the day. Her name is Nicole Diaz."
"Joy…" I walked into the last room, while looking around. It was a bright pink room; at the far corner was a bunk bed with white and pink-stripped sheets. There were two dressers and a desk.
Nothing else.
It was like a prison cell.
"Well dear, you can get settled, there is a schedule on your bed. Meals are at seven, two and seven. You're expected to be at each meal. Any questions?" before I could pose any, she left the room.
This sucked.
Nicole Diaz aka Jinx
I was very… young when I discovered my sexuality. My body was a temple and I could get who ever I wanted to get on their knees and pray. It was a rush. Being twelve and knowing that I could…seduce anyone I wanted. Get anything I wanted from it.
Money.
Shoes.
Clothes.
Books.
Make-up.
I was a woman possessed. By the time, I was fourteen; I had slept with every male at my school. Some of my teachers were even under my –for lack of a better term- under my belt. This is where the story starts. One day, after school when I was sixteen. So, I was in my usual position, laying on my back with my current boy-toy slamming into me. He wasn't that great, so I spent my time counting the number of tiles on my ceiling.
Four.
Five.
Six.
He was moaning and groaning in my ear, "Oh, oh Nikky," I rolled my eyes he was such a whiner. He slid in and out, as I faked an orgasm. Might as well at least make him think he was doing something right. God. This sucked. "Oh, oh, Nikky, I'm gonna…I'm gonna…" I grabbed his hips and shoved him down into me as deep as I could. His cum spilled into me as I truly moaned. He fell onto my chest. His heavy breath against my tanned skin.
"NICOLE MARIA DIAZ!" I looked over, seeing my father standing in my doorway. Oh, did I forget to lock the door again? Silly me. I pushed the guy off me, while watching the male…uh…what'shisface… whatever. Putting his jeans back on and begging my father for forgiveness. I just sat there. Waiting for a lecture or another scream match. My father threw a bright bubblegum pink robe at me, as he called for my mother to come to my room. Did that bitch really need to get involved? I laid back on my bed, while feeling What'shisface grab my hand. Telling me how much he loved me, and how he'll make an honest woman out of me. Fat chance. I took my hand back while pushing him out the open window behind him.
Good thing we were on the first floor.
My parents came in the room and started screaming. About self-respect and dignity and where the hell the guy went. I just sat there, while pretending that I was paying attention. I truly didn't care about what they thought. My father got into my face, and asked if I was satisfied with myself. I licked my lips, "I'm very satisfied with myself. Probably more if you didn't walk in." my mom started to cry, as my father just got mad. He pointed to the door, as he screamed that I wasn't welcomed in his house.
It's. About. Time. I've been dying to get out of his house. Start on my own. Be my own person. Fuck anyone I want and do whatever I want. He gave me ten minutes to pack up my shit and get out. I was still in my bright pink robe. Like I cared. All of my panties, skirts, skimpy shirts and make-up fit into one bag as I put on my favorite pair of black and purple boots. I walked out the front door, while leaving him forever. Mom was destroying all of my baby pictures, and my father turned to the whiskey… again.
So I wandered around, found my partially naked beau partially covered in rose bush thorns. My bad. He called me a crazy whore, but a fun ride. I slept on park benches the first night, but then I met up with Brother Blood. He was, the greatest guy I ever met. He knew how to keep a girl happy. So big and hard. But anyway. He became my pimp. I got to do what I liked all…day…long. With as many guys as I wanted and hell, even got paid! I never had to worry about money again. Sure, if I spoke out of turn, or did something wrong with a customer Brother Blood would punish me. Not that I didn't enjoy that too. I was a masochist slut. And I loved it.
Countless men made me their bitch. Countless women made me their master.
It was great. I shared an apartment with one of my new sisters and Brother Blood. We were his favorites. He loved making us scream in pleasure and pain every night. Life was great. I spent months being a whore. I spent most of my days with my sisters, and the rest of the day fucking men and women. I got good money, felt some great sex. They decided that Nicole Diaz didn't fit me. I couldn't agree more. Brother Blood gave me a new name, something that fit the Little Mistake that I was. I became Jinx. I dyed my caramel brown hair bright pink and started wearing pink-cat eye contacts. My Hispanic skin tone grew pale, considering I stayed up all night and slept all day. By winter, I was pale and a mistress of the dark. It was pretty cool.
One night in December, I was working my usual corner, wearing a black and pink plaid skirt, a black button up shirt, a pink tie and a pair of fishnet stockings with some Mary Janes. Freezing my Puerto Rican ass off, and trying to go for the good schoolgirl – gone bad look. I sucked on a lollypop while seeing a familiar car pull up. Expensive Mercedes Benz in airbrush silver. The car stopped in front of me, as I leaned down to the window, careful to show off my ass to the guy coming up behind me. The dark tinted window rolled down slightly, as I took the candy from my mouth.
"How much?" I knew that voice. I put the lollypop against my lips, while running my tongue around it. I could hear him groan, as I leaned down closer to the slightly opened window,
"More then you can afford… Daddy." The window went down further as his hand left his hard cock.
"Nicole?" I smiled while putting the lollypop in my mouth. He got out of the car while yanking up his pants, while grabbing my arm. Brother Blood came from the shadows, while watching the situation.
"Blood, help me!" I screamed trying to run towards my new family, I didn't want to go with him. I refused to go home. This was where I belonged now! Brother Blood ran a hand over his graying facial hair, as he looked at me slightly confused,
"Have we met, Little Girl?" I was…shocked…to say the least. I thought he was going to always protect me! He promised to never make me go home. My dad forced me into the car, as he locked the doors. I wanted to kill him. I sulked against the faux leather, while crossing my arms across my humble chest. I was going to offer him sex, but…incest was creepy. The car ride home, was silent. He stared straight ahead, as I tried to plan my escape. Fuck Blood, I didn't need him. I could find a new Daddy. A new protector who actually cared about me. When we got to the house, Mom was waiting outside; she looked like a cut out from a 1950's homemaker's catalogue. A laced apron, her hair slightly curled and her make up done perfectly. I wanted to hit her. She clapped her hands together, as her mascara running down her cheeks as she hugged me.
"My baby! We've missed you so much!" she looked over my new eyes, my pale skin, my pink hair; I could see the disapproval in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted to scream at me. But, us considering we were outside and the neighbors were so close, I knew she would never risk it. For Mom, she only cared about what the neighbors thought. She longed for their opinion and craved their approval.
The three of us walked into the house, I was exhausted so Mom made me go to bed. There were iron bars on the windows and a lock on the outside. I was a prisoner in my own house. I crashed on the bed, while trying to remember that tiny ass guy who started all of this trouble. I could hear Dad made a phone call and next thing I knew, some large guys were picking me up from my bed and tossing me into the back seat of some police type car. By the time, I could realize where I was, or hell, even where I was going. The car stopped and I saw a large white building. Iron fences all around and some nice looking trees.
Where.
The.
Fuck.
Was.
I?
I wanted to run away, before I felt the handcuffs around my wrists. Bastards. Probably knew what I was planning. The two men got out of the front seat, and lead the way. One in front of me, and one behind me. The front gate said "Monroeville". What the hell was this? Where did they send me? Bicep-Man Number 1 opened the door for us, as I saw thee happiest, perkiest and lamest person I've ever seen in my life.
"Hello dearest, I'm Mae. You can call me Mother Mae Eye. I run this place." She was a chubby woman in an old fashioned dress. I wanted to gag on the spot. Bicep-Man Number 2 tossed a pink and black duffle bag at my feet. Mother opened it, while checking my possessions. She was going through MY. SHIT. "Well, it seems that everything is in order, Dearest. You get five pairs of pants or skirts, five shirts and two pairs of shoes. Under garments must be tasteful, no jewelry, and I would like for you to consider dying your hair a normal color." I looked up at this crazy bitch while sticking my tongue out and pulling down my left eyelid. "Here is your room assignment, your roommate should be there now."
Roommate?
Fuck my life.
I was lead by Bicep-Man Numbers One and Two to my room. We passed some other rooms, as I rated each of them on the Jinx Scale of Hotness. A few of the girls here made it to about a six or a seven. If there were some guys? Well, this place would be like a mini vacation.
"Right in here, Nicole." Bicep-Man Number Two pointed to the room, as I put my hands on his strong arms, looked up to him, with my pouty lips and awesome cat-eyes.
"Call me Jinx." He grunted as I walked into the room. Bicep-Man Number One brought my bag into the room as I was face to face with my new roommate. She was small. Almost like a little kid. Her hair was short, cut in a downward almost Rihanna cut and dyed purple. Nice color. She was paler then I am, and wore a white fuzzy towel. "You in for nympho issues too?" I laughed while seeing her cheeks so pink. I sat down on the top bunk, while watching her take off the towel.
Jinx Scale of Hotness Rating: 8.7 out of 10
I watched her drop the towel, while seeing the open wounds all over her pale body. "You're a cutter?" I asked, trying to imagine how someone could do that much physical damage to herself.
"Yeah, what about you?"
"I'm here, cause I'm a slut who loves sex." The other girl pulled on her clothes, a pair of baggy TRIPP pants and a purple short-sleeved shirt. Her clothes were amazing! "I think I've found a new way to double my wardrobe while I'm here."
"I'm Raven."
"I'm Jinx."
That's how I first met my roommate Raven. We spent the whole afternoon unpacking and talking. I told her about being bisexual and she told me how her father did most of the damage I saw earlier.
That's how we got started in Monroeville.
Chapter one is complete!I know that the ending sucks. But I couldn't think of any better way to finish it.
So this is the first of like six prologue chapters
Followed by the actual fic
Dedication: Kathryn for putting up with me bouncing back and forth while talking to you. I love you
Damian for being my Real-Life Jinx
Yay!
So review if you like it, or have an idea for a future chapter.
xoxo,
Jenn