I own totally nothing by the way, except maybe for the plot and Frankie...but I totally do not own TCM in any way...obviously or I wouldn't be sitting around on my crappy laptop and writing horrible fanfiction, lol.
"Hop along Hansen! Hop along!"
The young woman groaned in her sleep and twisted—the horrible chant replaying in her head. She had been six years old and children of that age could be cruel, especially if you were considered different. Frankie Hansen knew what it was like to be different, having lost her leg to an infection at age four, and was mocked mercilessly by the other students; she wanted friends, but they could never get past the fact that she hobbled around on a fake leg.
"Do you even got a mommy and daddy? You're too weird!"
Blue eyes shot open and a hand flew to cover the heart that fluttered in a supple chest.
"Damn brats..."
Hansen rubbed her eyes sleepily and crawled out of bed, reaching for the cane that lay in the chair to her left. The bathroom was not quality in the cheap motel, but it served its purpose. She let the warm water of a shower wake her up before she continued her journey through rural Texas, the land of endless barren. 'Or at least it seems that way...' she thought as she got dressed very slowly and waltzed out the door to her room and up to the receptionist's desk.
"What can I get you sweetie?" The woman behind the counter drawled slowly as she filed her nails.
"I'm here to pay." A glance up was the only acknowledgment that she got. Slipping a hundred dollar bill on the counter, she grabbed her bags and headed for the door—her car being her only sanctuary from the torturous heat of the Texas sun, that is, if her car had any working air—it never seemed to flow nowadays.
The roads of Texas seemed to drag on for eternity and Frankie was almost certain that she had ran over at least five dead armadillos, each one making an eerie crack under her tires. With music blaring on the radio, Hansen almost didn't notice the flashing blue lights in her rear-view mirror, until a horn blasted at her. Tearing to the side of the road, she jerked to a stop and closed her eyes tightly. 'Fuck me, I wasn't going that fast!' The police pulled sharply behind her and the imposing figure stalked to the side of her window.
"Do you have any idea of just how fast you were goin'?" Frankie glanced up and winced.
"No, sir...I didn't think I was speeding..."
"I'll let you know when I care what the fuck you think about. Get in the car." Eyes darted nervously around as panic started to grip Hansen's throat.
"You-you're arresting me?"
"Did it fucking sound like I was kiddin'?" Hansen gulped and climbed slowly from her car, growing stiff as the cop gripped her wrists tightly and forced her to the back of his squad car.
"You're gonna' regret breakin' the law, damn kids these days..."
"Where are we headed?"
"Shut the hell up, you'll find out soon enough." Thus started Frankie Hansen's best day ever...
Well, I'm thinking about this story, but not sure if I will continue it for long...I guess it really depends if I get bit by the inspiration bug again...but meh.