Hey! New STORY! This is kinda like a one-shot, discontinued from the last chap, fuckall kinda story where each chapter sort of follows on from the other, but at the same time... doesn't. Makes no sense, right? Yeah, actually; that 'bout sums up the whole story.
I HIGHLY doubt there will be any sex in this and if it is it'll be for 'older' characters as I just don't feel comfortable with writing sex for people who look like 13-year-olds. There will be a lot of swearing, cringe, humor, violence, mentions of child prostitution, drugs, guns, drug/gun running, crime, etc. (Let's just say Ada doesn't have the best past and she is only just out of the immortal child age limit so… yeah, violent.
I will also mention that this story is just me getting out thoughts, ideas, crazy things and just shit. It's also about me (hopefully) improving writing and stress relief and the whatnot. I am also open to ideas and prompts.
There are also pictures, outfits that accompany each chap. If you wanna see them then I suggest reading this story on my website (Link on profile) as they are on/in there.
Ada is 'played' by Mika Abdalla, Alec is 'played' by Asa Butterfield and Jane is 'played' by Elle Fanning. Everyone else is as they are in the movies UNLESS stated otherwise.
Seriously hoping you understood any of that,
Brookie
(P.S: Someone really needs to remind me to catch up on the stories in my alerts)
Disclamer: I do not own Twilight or any other fandom mentioned within this story.
Could Life Get Any Worse?
Could life get any worse? She was already involved with drug dealers and gun smugglers, having carried their products from one side of town to the other, without the police ever catching onto her, for years.
It didn't earn her much, only a hundred pounds or so per trip, and that was only because she could carry so much without anyone noticing
When that man had grabbed at her four years ago and started to feel her up, she had been scared out of her mind but, luckily, she had been on her way to deliver a small part of a gun supply to their destination when he had and she had been able to stop him.
He had been her first kill, no one knew it was her, she was gone before anyone arrived. But the moment had been branded in her mind and, though she hated it, she knew what she needed to do. Her family needed the money and Renee's job didn't pay as much as she realized, and Charlie's support couldn't pay all the bills.
There just wasn't enough money for new clothes, books, for the bills, school supplies, food. And it really didn't help that Renee spent most of the money she made on herself, and sometimes Bella.
It was what had originally forced into this job, no one would hire her other than the illegal world, and at least they paid well, even if she knew she would never get out of this life, at least her sister could continue being happy.
Continue being clueless and law-abiding.
She did love her sister, but Bella really was an idiot sometimes. To believe that the world could be all sunshine & fuckin' rainbows, that there was kindness in the world and you could get anywhere if you just stuck your head down and studied.
Hah! Yeah right!
World was a harsh and cruel place where danger and death lurked in every corner. You were blessed if you never knew about the true world, cursed if you did.
But, hey! That was just life!
The money she made helped for awhile, but when Renee had lost her job, she had had to do things she NEVER wanted to do, all because there was not enough money.
She became a prostitute. But not any old prostitute, no. She became a child prostitute.
Of course, her family didn't know what she did, they would drag her out of her work and shun her even more than they already did, if they knew. Bell and Charlie was too self-righteous, and Renee was just plain ditzy.
She would have left years ago if it was not for the Bella, and the fact that she had nowhere to go.
Everything she did wasn't for herself or Renee, always for Bella. She loved her sister, her twin, despite (Or maybe because) her flaws and faults. When they were together, everything felt ok, like everything would be alright and Bella's positive attitude would always make her forget the real world, if for a time.
And she could tell that Bella was smart, really smart. If she wanted to, she could one day change the world, her sister had no doubt of that. But, what she didn't realize was that, smarts didn't matter, money and power did. And Bella wouldn't know half the things she did if it weren't for her sister 'working' to help her sister out.
Yes, 13-year-old Adelaide Maria Swan, was a drug and gun runner/carrier as well as a prostitute, thief and murderer… all because she wanted her sister to be able to have a better life.
How sweet?
Note the sarcasm.
She often questioned why she got into this life, but she would always come back with the same answer… Bella. She never understood it herself, but it was just the thought of her twin ever knowing the real harshness of the world, of ever being exposed to the cruelty of it?
And Ada knew that, if she weren't there, then Bella would have to. It would be the only way she could support herself, and Renee. The only way she could keep up the life she was used to.
As Ada was thinking these thoughts, losing herself in her mind as her body played on auto, she was vaguely aware of her latest 'session' ending, the pedophile politician handing her her fee as she put her clothes back on, and then left the fancy house.
She would always do that, when they would touch her, it was automatic. She would let her body do what it needed, and she lose herself in her thoughts, whether good, bad or chaotic… they were better.
She used to dream of the world her sister believed in, but over time she came to accept this as her reality, knowing that she would never truly leave this all behind unless she died.
How right she was, for it was that night that she was cornered by some gang members while walking through the darkened back alleys of Phoenix.
She knew this would happen eventually, you can't work for one gang for as long as she had without another finding out about you. She was just surprised it took them so long to figure it out, she'd known who their runners were for years, even robbed a few on occasion.
"Well, well, there she is. Berrie, I wonder, are you as sweet as your name?" The ring leader sneered as his companion's laughed.
"DeWayne." She stated, no fear in her voice as she continued walking, not afraid that they would hurt her, she knew they couldn't touch her unless she wanted it.
"Ah, so you know who I am. Good." The stereotypically tattooed gang leader said in what most would call a fear-inducing voice.
But Ada was not most.
The men crowded around her, taking menacing stances and leering at her, DeWayne, right in her face. "You've caused us a lot of trouble, little girl."
"Who? Me?" She asked, putting on the innocent face that has fooled so many fools before. "What did I do?"
"You know what you did, or am I mistaking you for the other little brown haired beauty that lives in 223 Attamore Drive, little Adelaide?" He asked, looking smug as shock came through her features.
He knew where she lived. He knew who she was. He could hurt Bella.
With that, an dark, angry energy burst from her, one that charged the shields that always compassed her. Whether on her skin, like a skin tight suit, or like an impenetrable bubble that stayed a few inches from her skin, her shield made it impossible to hurt her or truly touch her.
Her hand felt out, palms up at her sides as the shield pushed all of the men to the walls, most sputtering and scared, but DeWayne only looked at her with calculating eyes.
"You. Will. NOT. TOUCH. MY. SISTER!" She said, her dark eyes swirling with anger, one of her hands scrunching up slightly as the shield pressed them deeper into the walls.
"Of course not… if you join me, you little freak you." He wanted her, she would be a great asset, until she wasn't, then he would kill her. Or make her his bitch. Either way, he would have her, she could see it in his eyes.
She wouldn't leave her sister behind, not without great reason.
In a flash, she had the knife she kept in a holster on her thigh out and, as swift as a bird's wing, it was slit across his throat.
No remorse, nothing. She felt nothing, he did not deserve her emotions. He did not deserve her anything.
She didn't notice that her shields had retracted, the short burst of energy taking too much after the long day she had had, but she did notice when she was grabbed from behind. She noticed as she was held back, and the knives pierced her skin, the punches created purple and black and the guns created holes in her.
She tried to fight, but they held her fast and gave her no opportunity. They may have been henchmen, but they were still thugs
And deadly when angry.
She felt all the life leave her as she was dropped to the ground and only barely heard the screams as she faded in and out of consciousness as the black started and the fire set in.
She had never believed in God, in Heaven or Hell. But she was sure that she was now paying for her sins.
Could life get any worse?
Yes. Yes it could.
