I know, I know, I should be updating my other stories, but the plot bunnies have been dancing around me for the last few days. It's really hard to focus on Biology or How to Kill a Mockingbird when you have thoughts of Rinzler/Tron running through your mind. Am I the only one madly in love with him? Am I also the only one who thinks Rinzler is more attractive than Tron? Someone please review and tell me if I am crazy. Anyways, on with the show! I promise I will not make this your typical Rinzler/TronxOC story. The User is not the love interest! Just interesting…
Lucy stood staring sadly at her Aunt's grave. It had been seven years since she had last attended a funeral, her own mother's. This one was different, though. When Dana Whitechapel had died, the small cemetery had been brimming with mourners, friends and family alike. Being ten years old at the time, Lucy had known she would go and live with her mother's sister, her aunt. The very one that now lay in the cold ground. Around her, her aunt's friends and what was left of their family shuffled past, occasionally touching her shoulder and murmuring their condolences. She ignored them all. The only time she bothered to react was when it started to drizzle. Even then, she only looked up and grumbled "Typical". That was when Sam Flynn came to stand next to her.
"Sorry about your aunt, Lucy," he mumbled. She smiled sadly at the younger boy as they stood side-by-side in silence. Sam was a good three years younger than her, but they had spent a lot of time with each other when they were younger. Before their fathers had disappeared and her mother had died. It was pathetic how everyone seemed to leave her behind. Sure Sam was there, but there was only so much a fourteen year-old boy could do.
O.o.O.o
Lucy didn't know how long they stood there before three men and a woman approached them. Looking up, she recognized Sam's grandparents, Alan Bradleyand Mr Muet, her aunt's lawyer. Swell.
"Lucy," Mrs Flynn started, "We've been thinking, since you are only seventeen and won't be headed to college for another year or so, and we can't exactly take you in since we have not legal relation…" She trailed off and looked imploringly at her husband and Mr Muet.
Mr Muet cleared his throat and stepped forward, "Ms Whitechapel, we have deemed it best for you to be moved into a home for parentless minors until you graduate are attend a college of sorts."
"So, an orphanage," Lucy deadpanned,
"Yes," Mr Muet huffed, "if you wish to see it that way. However-"
"However nothing," Lucy half snarled as she whirled around to face the startled man, "My aunt is dead and I am alone. Nobody wants me and I am to be sent away."
"Lu," Alan said soothingly, speaking up for the first time, "I understand, truly, I do. But this is for your own good."
"Right. For my own good. Are you sure you don't mean for the convenience of everyone else?"
"Miss Whitechapel, there is not need to lash out at these kind people. They are only thinking of your wellbeing. Now, I understand that it is perfectly normal-"
"Normal? Are you seriously calling me normal," Lucy demanded as she interrupted him again, "I am not normal. Normal people aren't ditzy at best. Normal people don't lose everyone that truly cares about them in the space of seven years!" By now she was crying, but the tears were lost in the rain that was pouring down on them. Sam was huddled under a black umbrella with his grandparents, while Alan and Mr Muet each had their separate ones. Ignoring her angry outburst, Alan tried to gently lead her under the shelter of his umbrella, only to be shaken off roughly,
"No!" Lucy shouted desperately,
"Miss Whitechapel," Mr Muet snapped, losing patience, "This is getting ridiculous!"
Lucy raised one eyebrow, "Ridiculous? I'm being ridiculous? You know what's truly ridiculous? Your last name. Where you aware that muet means dumb in French?"
As Mr Muet started to sputter unintelligibly, and Alan tried to figure how to save the situation, Lucy finally lost it. Spinning around on her heel, she sprinted for the road and practically threw herself into her pick-up truck. Turning on the engine, she drove recklessly until she finally came to a stop at an empty street, a rare sight at this time of day. Jumping out, she slammed the door closed and ran up to the abandoned building that once was known as Flynn's Arcade. Her mother had taken her here almost every day until she'd died and Lucy had been coming here whenever she felt overwhelmed for the last seven years. It had been a relief when she had gotten her driver's license.
Not bothering to turn on the lights, she opted instead to go up to the office and simply lay on the couch. She had no idea how long she lay there, only that her skirt and blouse were now dry. Reaching behind the couch, she pulled out the backpack she kept there for whenever she was planning on staying for more than an hour or so. Inside was several bars of chocolate, a change of cloths, a few bottles of water, and her sketch pad with several pencils. Pulling out the cloths, she changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not bothering to take out the pearl earrings or rebraid her messy hair. After sitting uselessly for several more minutes, she finally got up and walked down the stairs to the arcade. Wandering around for a bit, she eventually came to a stop infront of a game. TRON, the title proudly declared. Smiling sadly, she remembered back to when she and Sam had constantly been challenging each other and their parents. With a sigh, she sank to the floor and was surprised to find a line running around the game. A few minutes of poking around later, she was standing in a very dusty room. With a shrug, she walked over to the desk and experimentally swiped a finger across the surface. To her surprise, a touch-screen computer popped up. One of her eyebrows retreated into her hairline. Someone was really advance. Especially since no one had been here in seven years. Odd. Looking around the room again, she was surprised to see one of her early drawings tacked to the wall next to another computer. Walking over to it, she sat down on the chair provided and started the slightly less high-tech computer. She was only half surprised when her mother's name popped up.
User: Bellyflopp Activate?
AKA: Dana Whitechapel
Program: Viridian-JA217314
Status: Error: Program Not Found
Y/N
Below was an image of a program that looked almost exactly like Dana Whitechapel had before she had gotten pregnant with Lucy. She had curly auburn-red hair that went to her shoulder blades and was wearing a skin-tight black suit with a slight v-neck and white-blue circuits that wrapped around her arms until they reached her shoulders. Then they crossed once on her chest, then again on her torso before continuing to spiral individually down her legs. The oddest thing was that there was a whip wrapped around her waist, similar to a belt.
Lucy smiled, she remembered Viridian from the stories Flynn and Dana would tell her and Sam. Then her smile faded into a scowl when she looked to the image next to Viridian. This new one had the same circulatory, but it was red. Her helmet was up, but somehow Lucy had the feeling that her hair was cut off into a bob. There was no way all of it would in the helmet. Some jerk had messed with her mother's program. Time to give him a bad day.
User: Ditzy
AKA: Lucy Whitechapel
Program: Viridian-JA217314
Status: Activate
A/N: Lame chapter, I know. Almost killed me to write it. But it will get better! Keep in mind that the more people review, the sooner I will update!
~Hawthorn Tree