Welcome to my very first fan fiction! I have written some before but none were as good as this though. This is obviously a fanfiction of prototype, and it is based off a dream that I have had about Mercer and the gang. It may be a bit bad in parts, but believe me I am trying to improve it. Enjoy! I own nothing except new characters nobody has heard of. And of course my own plot line I invented.
It was my first time ever being so far away from my home country, and to be honest, I was scared. My name is Alison Brown, and I, am a very long way away from home. I'm a first year art college student from England, and I am on a trip with my college class to New York City/Manhattan. Of course, we are here to sightsee and take notes for class (why else would we be here?), most likely for a future essay which I am definitely not looking forward to writing at all.
You see, I hate going outside most days, mainly because of the weather, but also because of my paranoia and antisocial behaviour. I don't like people very much. Put me with a group of people I don't really trust, in the middle of an overpopulated city probably full of disease and rapists, in a completely foreign continent, that just screams 'GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!'
However, I suppose it wasn't all bad. I had a bag full of art equipment slung over my shoulder, a sketchbook on my lap, and my iPad with me that was fully charged. I also had my favourite clothes on - a black 'no fear' hoodie with a dark shirt underneath, with my deep blue boot cut jeans and leather boots. A custom cut necklace and touch of slate grey nail varnish finished the outfit nicely in my opinion, however to others, this outfit apparently screamed emo and depressing. Arseholes.
As you can probably guess, I get bullied a lot for being an individual and having a creative thinking mind. Poor me right? Wrong. If they want to be idiots, let them be set in their narrow minded ways, I am quite happy not fitting in if it means I have to be stupid to have friends.
A solid tapping against the back of my chair on the bus disturbed me from my window watching. The idiots from behind wanted to piss me off again apparently, they knew hitting my seat irritated me. I patiently tried to ignore it, praying they would just stop being asses for a few minutes until we arrived at Central Park, but alas, my prayers were not answered by any deity. Well, perhaps by Loki... More solid knocks against the back of my chair were felt, harder than last time, and definitely more prominent. I silently swore and clenched my fists, before turning around to face Slutty Natasha and Kyle Travis, the slimy couple of the year who liked to think they were hilarious.
"Stop knocking the back of my chair. It's irritating." I spoke bluntly to them, fixing them with my best death glare, however the look on my face just egged them on. "What, this?" slutty Natasha all but shrieked in her annoying high pitch voice, continuing her obnoxious banging upon my seat. Travis, the one with the stupid jock haircut, snickered and joined in with his ratty girlfriend. "Yeah, this? Does this irritate you Browny?"
I sighed in resignation, pinching the bridge of my nose and replied in an almost bored tone. "So thats the best you can do Travis? Call me Browny? Not very intellectual." I looked at his girlfriend and addressed her in the same way, "and you, rat face with the trampy hair, shut up with your insistent shrieking. Some people are still tired from the 7 hour flight here. Including me." Natasha's head snapped upwards at the mention of her hair looking trampy, her eyes narrowing dangerously, and opened her vile claptrap to shriek some unpleasant garbage at me when a fuzzy voice came on over the speakers of the bus.
"Hello this is your bus driver speaking, we are now pulling into our destination, Central Park." A variety of excited chatter followed his previous statement before they hushed themselves for him to continue. "Please grab your bags for today and make sure you leave nothing behind, the bus will not be returning until 2pm. Your teachers will separate you into groups when you get off, so please exit in an orderly fashion." My class members immediately went to stand as the bus came to a steady stop along side the entrance to Central Park, excited chatter blotting out any important instructions issued by teachers and the bus driver alike. Thankfully Natasha was too excited to remember about replying to my less than polite statement, and I wasn't about to remind her either. I swiftly stood up with my bag draped over my shoulder, however I had to wait awhile before I could actually move, as most of the more ignorant students had forced their way to the front of the bus, obviously oblivious to the fact that even if they were off first, they didn't get to choose their groups.
Eventually after much pushing and shoving, everyone was off the bus. (the blonde haired young art teacher who was immensely popular with the guys for obvious reasons) and (the history teacher who suspiciously looked like TinTin) were organising the groups, for the most part putting people in random groups and writing down names on clipboards as a precaution. Coincidentally, Natasha and Kyle happened to be standing nearby me talking enthusiastically, so when looked up, she immediately paired me with the worst possible people ever. God damn you Loki.
I tried telling that it was a bad idea to pair me up with these people, especially now that they had their gang in tow, but she was having none of it. "It's a good chance to make new friends!" She exclaimed enthusiastically, patting my hand half-heartedly then turning to sort out another group. I turned to look at my own group who were snickering at my circumstances, Natasha smirking in my direction, her neon pink lipstick and bright red hair just painting me a target in my mind to destroy.
As we entered the park I purposefully lagged at the back, avoiding stares or unneeded conflict, my parents had let me come on this trip under the condition I didn't cause trouble, so I would not disobey this damn rule even if my life depended upon it. However, fate, it seemed, had a different idea for me. Kyle had decided to follow me and step on the back of my heal, tripping me forward and making me fall down, scrapping my hands in the process upon the gravel and stone pathway. 'My' group, burst out laughing and high-fived Kyle, jeering at my pain as I got back up. My only reaction was to sigh once more.
"Have a nice trip Ali-baba?" Was often asked as I walked along the main pathway under the trees, trying to find the lake through all of the plant life around. I don't think it was the comment that made me snap in the end, I think it was just the pure stupidity behind the comments and the laughter at someone's physical torment. Before I knew what I was doing, I was seeing red, and my left hand was wrapped around Kyle's throat, holding him up against a tree. Never before had I spat such venom than what I had then.
"Do you think these comments make you look smart? Do you think they make you look cool?" I hissed dangerously to him, my eyes narrowed to almost slits. "You are nothing but a worthless piece of shit, who preys on others to find his twisted pleasure; for example, you would injure a woman who has done nothing to you for amusement? Atrocious. You see this hand?" I held up my right hand, the places where it had been scraped from the gravel bleeding. Kyle's eyes were wide, almost popping out of their sockets, probably from fear. "This hand has many scars upon it. All from defending those who deserve whom deserve to be defended. For once, I'm going to defend the one who needs it most. Myself." I raised my hand upwards, as if I was going to punch him, which made him flinch, but brought it back to my side at the last moment. I dropped Kyle from his perch on his tree, and let him collapse uselessly on the floor, looking at him in disgust while he floundered. "You're a freak!" He exclaimed in fear and terror, looking wildly at the small crowd that had gathered around me at this point, but it only brought a grim smile to my face.
"Perhaps I am. Perhaps I am a freak, and a monster. But you," I sneered at him, "you are far worse than I will ever be." With my final sentence to him, I walked swiftly through the crowd, arriving upon the scene right as I left.
Now I don't ever usually get involved in fights, but if someone innocent is getting harmed, that sparks me into a frenzy. Why should someone whom had nothing to do with the incident be affected by those responsible? It is simply unfair and wrong. Hopefully one day those idiots will learn such a lesson, but for now, they are beyond hope. I wandered into a little clearing nearby the lake, mostly obscured from view by most people. It wasn't the main lake, however it was still better than nothing I suppose. Eyeing the time (which was 10:30am), I sat against a tree near the edge of the lake, and began to draw at my own leisure.
The sunlight illuminated the clearing quite well, and everything was perfect once again, no irritating people to put off my creative flow, no stupid noises that were unwanted, and definitely no family to distract me from my work. Moments like this remind me of a beautiful spring day when the sun is warm and the sky is clear of clouds. I tried to sketch the lake, but I didn't get too far before I gave up, the day was just too perfect for me to ever capture the beauty of. I checked my watch once again, the time only being five minutes later. I huffed my cheeks out in boredom, but decided to rest my head against the tree trunk and gaze into the sky, my short wavy blonde hair covering my left eye ever so slightly. 'I suppose it wouldn't hurt after dozing off for awhile...' I thought absentmindedly, 'after all, I do have a few hours before I have to do anything, and no one will miss me...' I shifted my body to rest upon my side to get comfy upon the soft earth ground, before closing my eyes and easing a small smile onto my face. A nap couldn't hurt... Surely?