Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except SwitchBlade and her family. (So please ask when you want to use them!!) PLEASE do not sue me. I have no money. (Damn!) I wish I owned Gambit… I don't… please don't hurt me for using him too much…
Red On Black
By: Bandit
CHAPTER ONE
WASHINGTON, 12:00 AM, OCTOBER 28, 2000
The young girl turned, looking down the hall at her parent's bedroom.
She shook her head, smiling and headed to the front door. She quickly
unlocked it and headed into the black darkness that was night. The
brunette shrugged the backpack off of her back as she neared the end of
her block. She sat cross-legged on the sidewalk, reaching inside the
pack. A large green flashlight emerged and she sighed in relief. This
wouldn't go too well if she didn't have everything she needed.
She stood up and started down the next block.
As she reached a corner two older males emerged from a bar, drunk and
laughing.
The teen slipped out of sight. No telling what they
might do when they were drunk.
The girl set out once more down the silent streets. She stopped as she
neared the park. The only thing keeping her from getting in was a large
iron gate, which was, unfortunately for the park owners, slightly old
and bent out of shape.
She slipped quietly through the bars and proceeded
toward the playground.
Once she had reached the slide she sat down on its cold surface and
sighed. And then she reached inside her bag and pulled out a book.
I hadn't expected anything to happen. I only wished. A
girl could wish couldn't she? The only reason I walked out of my house
tonight was because… well, I didn't really have anywhere I could be
alone? I, not suprisingly, didn't have a reason for my trip to the
park. I only knew it had to be tonight and that I knew what to bring.
Silly thing was that the only things I brought were
comics and a flashlight. I've always loved comics. They always gave me
something to think about. To think about doing the impossible. Really,
once you think about it, this world is as boring as it could possibly
be. I mean what could possibly happen to any of us? Other than being
shot or being president, but that's not my idea of exiting. I guess
that'd be great an' all, but being someone people looked up to as a
role model was neither my idea of fun or something that was going to
happen anytime soon. All I wanted was a bit of excitement or danger.
I guess that's why I came here tonight, to do something I don't usually
do. Though I couldn't be too sure.
I wanted to go out on my own, even for one night. I mean,
it wasn't that dangerous, just the park, but my parents would kill me
if they found out. I come from a normal family, too normal if you ask
me. No father that gives me money instead of love, a mother who uses me
to get attention. It's not like I wanted those things. Those were
things that happened in the movies. My family was perfectly loving, and
perfectly normal. I jus' wanted something to happen I guess.
"Yeah, well, don't you wish…" I sighed to myself in the
darkness of the park as I flipped the pages of a familiar comic. "What
do you wish girl?" My heart leapt into my throat as a cold and flat
voice echoed out of the darkness.
I leapt off the slide in surprise and spun around. My comic hit the
sand by my feet. I shivered. I had assumed I was alone. " You're never
alone." The voice whispered, still managing to sound loud. I gasped. I
hadn't said anything out loud… had I? " No, but I can hear you still."
Said the dark man who looked like something out of my comics. He had a
diamond on his white face and he was tall with strange teeth. Long
teeth… Like something out of a nightmare.
I whimpered in fear and started to run toward the gate, only to find
instead of running I was turning toward the man against my will.
"Now tell me young girl, what do you wish for?" The man crooned, still
sounding evil. I said nothing although my thoughts were obviously clear
to him. *Magic! I want excitement! I want…I want difference! * My mind
screamed. The man smiled thinly. *Well young girls should get what they
want shouldn't they? *
I shivered at his voice, which was in my head and not out loud, but
still cold. "N-no. I mean, uh…Look I just went for a walk in the park…
I don't need anything all right? I don't know who you are but…" My
voice trailed off as I backed up to the gate.
"My dear girl, I don't believe we've met have we? No, of course not, my
friends call me Sinister."
The young girl's back pressed up against the
fence and her eyes raced for an escape. " Now my young friend-" "I'm
not your friend mister…Sinister, whoever you are." the girl muttered
angrily. - "Alright. Aphrodite is it? What a charming name. I may not
be your friend but I will help you… for a price." The girl sniffed
disdainfully and tossed her head in spite of her fear. "Look Sinister,
I don't need your help and I won't pay the price, deal? Great. I gotta
go." Aphrodite, after quickly saying that, turned and in vane, tried to
find an opening.
"No, no my girl. You don't understand. I will give you the help you
want and you will pay the price whether you want to or not." His red
eyes narrowed. "Understood?" The girl petrified in fear, teeth
chattering uncontrollably, nodded stiffly. "Good than." The man smiled
cruelly. "Then we'll let your fun begin shall we?" His hands flamed
with sudden fire and he grabbed the girl.
She slumped, unconscious, in his arms. He reached inside a pouch on his
belt and pulled out a glowing red bead; not very different from a
marble. He threw it on the ground. The bead rolled silently in the dust
before stopping and bursting into a huge circle of red flames. The man
stepped in, tugging the girl behind him.
The girl's comic book, lay on the ground near the deserted play toy,
it's pages turning in the wind. The playground, to anyone who had just
seen what happened, seemed like a place where no child should ever
play.
Red On Black
By: Bandit
CHAPTER ONE
WASHINGTON, 12:00 AM, OCTOBER 28, 2000
The young girl turned, looking down the hall at her parent's bedroom.
She shook her head, smiling and headed to the front door. She quickly
unlocked it and headed into the black darkness that was night. The
brunette shrugged the backpack off of her back as she neared the end of
her block. She sat cross-legged on the sidewalk, reaching inside the
pack. A large green flashlight emerged and she sighed in relief. This
wouldn't go too well if she didn't have everything she needed.
She stood up and started down the next block.
As she reached a corner two older males emerged from a bar, drunk and
laughing.
The teen slipped out of sight. No telling what they
might do when they were drunk.
The girl set out once more down the silent streets. She stopped as she
neared the park. The only thing keeping her from getting in was a large
iron gate, which was, unfortunately for the park owners, slightly old
and bent out of shape.
She slipped quietly through the bars and proceeded
toward the playground.
Once she had reached the slide she sat down on its cold surface and
sighed. And then she reached inside her bag and pulled out a book.
I hadn't expected anything to happen. I only wished. A
girl could wish couldn't she? The only reason I walked out of my house
tonight was because… well, I didn't really have anywhere I could be
alone? I, not suprisingly, didn't have a reason for my trip to the
park. I only knew it had to be tonight and that I knew what to bring.
Silly thing was that the only things I brought were
comics and a flashlight. I've always loved comics. They always gave me
something to think about. To think about doing the impossible. Really,
once you think about it, this world is as boring as it could possibly
be. I mean what could possibly happen to any of us? Other than being
shot or being president, but that's not my idea of exiting. I guess
that'd be great an' all, but being someone people looked up to as a
role model was neither my idea of fun or something that was going to
happen anytime soon. All I wanted was a bit of excitement or danger.
I guess that's why I came here tonight, to do something I don't usually
do. Though I couldn't be too sure.
I wanted to go out on my own, even for one night. I mean,
it wasn't that dangerous, just the park, but my parents would kill me
if they found out. I come from a normal family, too normal if you ask
me. No father that gives me money instead of love, a mother who uses me
to get attention. It's not like I wanted those things. Those were
things that happened in the movies. My family was perfectly loving, and
perfectly normal. I jus' wanted something to happen I guess.
"Yeah, well, don't you wish…" I sighed to myself in the
darkness of the park as I flipped the pages of a familiar comic. "What
do you wish girl?" My heart leapt into my throat as a cold and flat
voice echoed out of the darkness.
I leapt off the slide in surprise and spun around. My comic hit the
sand by my feet. I shivered. I had assumed I was alone. " You're never
alone." The voice whispered, still managing to sound loud. I gasped. I
hadn't said anything out loud… had I? " No, but I can hear you still."
Said the dark man who looked like something out of my comics. He had a
diamond on his white face and he was tall with strange teeth. Long
teeth… Like something out of a nightmare.
I whimpered in fear and started to run toward the gate, only to find
instead of running I was turning toward the man against my will.
"Now tell me young girl, what do you wish for?" The man crooned, still
sounding evil. I said nothing although my thoughts were obviously clear
to him. *Magic! I want excitement! I want…I want difference! * My mind
screamed. The man smiled thinly. *Well young girls should get what they
want shouldn't they? *
I shivered at his voice, which was in my head and not out loud, but
still cold. "N-no. I mean, uh…Look I just went for a walk in the park…
I don't need anything all right? I don't know who you are but…" My
voice trailed off as I backed up to the gate.
"My dear girl, I don't believe we've met have we? No, of course not, my
friends call me Sinister."
The young girl's back pressed up against the
fence and her eyes raced for an escape. " Now my young friend-" "I'm
not your friend mister…Sinister, whoever you are." the girl muttered
angrily. - "Alright. Aphrodite is it? What a charming name. I may not
be your friend but I will help you… for a price." The girl sniffed
disdainfully and tossed her head in spite of her fear. "Look Sinister,
I don't need your help and I won't pay the price, deal? Great. I gotta
go." Aphrodite, after quickly saying that, turned and in vane, tried to
find an opening.
"No, no my girl. You don't understand. I will give you the help you
want and you will pay the price whether you want to or not." His red
eyes narrowed. "Understood?" The girl petrified in fear, teeth
chattering uncontrollably, nodded stiffly. "Good than." The man smiled
cruelly. "Then we'll let your fun begin shall we?" His hands flamed
with sudden fire and he grabbed the girl.
She slumped, unconscious, in his arms. He reached inside a pouch on his
belt and pulled out a glowing red bead; not very different from a
marble. He threw it on the ground. The bead rolled silently in the dust
before stopping and bursting into a huge circle of red flames. The man
stepped in, tugging the girl behind him.
The girl's comic book, lay on the ground near the deserted play toy,
it's pages turning in the wind. The playground, to anyone who had just
seen what happened, seemed like a place where no child should ever
play.