Hi! I am Beat-Box-Babe and this is a trial co-story between me and my dear friend Mayhemb. We hope you enjoy
A lone prisoner stood in her clear cell, arms raised and sustained above her head with feet chained to the floors. Why? Why did all of this happen? Why to her?
Why did she have to be different?
Almost 7 Years Ago
Or, at least, that's what Maya thought as she stared out at the bare auditorium space before her.
The empty velvet seats, the dim lights...This was all the pre-teenager's dream. This would be the nest for her shining moment in the theater, and it would make her finally noticed.
She would be a star soon, and she'd do great...So long as anything unexpected didn't happen...
Looking down she stared at her gloved hands, at the black leathery material that surrounded them. Control, that was the key, that was what would set her free.
No one knew, not even her family, and that would be how it would go forever on. If her kids got it then she'd help them as best as she could…
The D.U.P. were NOT going to take away her life.
This thought remained in her mind as she turned on her heel, walking into the backstage and grabbing her backpack. Her dad needed her to work a shift at their family bookstore today for an hour or two while her parents took her younger sister to her ballet practice. It wasn't all that odd for this to happen…
But she didn't realize what would happen when the sun went down.
The pre-teen was humming as she read the book's page, standing at the reception desk of the small corner store that also functioned as the Blake family's home. It was almost 8 PM now, the sun's final rays shimmering through the window as the streetlamps turned on.
Ah the night, what was quiet was so peaceful.
No annoying chatter of the public.
No one using the speaker setting on their phones when they should be able to hear perfectly fine.
No one to bother her an-
Ding-a-ling~~
"Welcome to the Rabbit's Cove." The name was made by her as a child, and her parents couldn't help but adore it. Especially since the small concession stand, the fire place, and the plethora of children's books made a lovely family setting.
"How may I help-" She paused when she noticed a gun's barrel appear over the book pages she was reading, pointed at her abdomen. "...You…?"
"Ya can help by puttin' some money in the bag, toots. And don't scream, it may cause my finger to slip." Hazel eyes darted up at the man in front of her, cold green eyes and a mop of black hair were the only noticeable traits. Yet the girl's attention was forced back down when a bag was placed on the counter top.
And here she thought that today being a slow day, with no customers, was a good thing...
…. "Alright sir." The pre-teen took the bag carefully, and opened the register. Maya could easily use her powers and gain the upper hand, but how would she explain it all when the police would arive?
Who said the police would arrive? Dang it, that stupid voice in her head… We just need ta hide the body, keep the gun for ourselves if need be…
"Nice family ya got here." The Greek-Scottish girl glanced up at the portrait of her family that was proudly hung on the wall.
Her tall Greek dad with his tanned skin, shaggy brown hair, and hazel eyes. A Scottish mother with pale skin, long red hair, and brown irises. Her younger sister Christy with curly brown hair, mildly-tanned skin, and brown eyes.
Then...There was her.
She had her mom's straight red hair, it resting at her mid-back. Everything else was her dad's though. Darkly tanned skin from how much she red in front of windows and hazel eyes that had multiple flecks of everything really.
Her attire was normally was her school's uniform. A white button down, a long dark green skirt, black shoes, white socks. Her gloves were okay, so long as they didn't have any gang symbols on them.
"How much would I get if I was still here, and had a gun to 'yer head when they came back?"
Something inside her boiled as her fingers flexed. Her family…..Was he gonna stay, and almost harm them?
"...I don't think you'll be able to find out."
"Oh..? And why's that?"
"Because you won't be here by then." The bag, filled with money, was placed on the table. "Here's your money. Now go."
"Hold on there!" The gun was clicked a bit, pointing now at her sternum. "What's the rush?"
"The rush is, is that I don't need a delinquent like you mucking around here when a customer comes in." Keep calm, be assertive, but don't screw up...
"Well too bad."
"Please just go-" Her heartbeat quickened when she heard her parent's car park outside, the engine turning off. Glancing towards a mirror on the wall the burglar smiled, his yellowish teeth showing.
"Well, looks like we got comp'ny."
"Please no…"
"Oh don't worry, not much will happen." The front door opened once more, the bell chiming...Yet her parents froze while Christy quirked a 5-year old eye of confusion.
"Whad's goin' on here?" The curly-haired girl asked, while the man chuckled.
"Nothin's goin' on sweetheart, just bui'd'ness."
"P-Please sir, take whatever you want, but don't hurt-"
"SHUT UP." The man cut off Mr. Blake, clicking the gun while his free hand raised up, grasping Maya's neck. The metal weapons was pointed the other direction though, directly at Christy.
"Hey! Don't hurt her!" Christy yelled when she noticed the hand on her sister's wind-pipe, the one which Maya was glaring at. It would be so simple...So easy...To just take him down. But right now the gun was her main concern, as was her family's safety.
"Now look here sweetheart, you shush. Here's what's gonna happen." The man took his hand off Maya to sling the back down his arm, but the pre-teen didn't move. If she did it could cost her sister's life. "Me and tha little miss here, are gonna take that car. And we'll be goin'."
"You can't do thi-"
"QUIET!" The gun was raised up and shot into the ceiling, and that's when Maya saw her opportunity.
The pre-teen lunged forward and grasped the man's throat, pulling him backwards. An exclamation came from him as her father rushed forward to hel-
BANG
….
The Conduit girl looked up with fear and rage, shaking as she saw her father grasp his now bleeding shoulder. In her confusion her grip on the man loosened well enough to where he managed to break free, and stepped backwards with a large menacing grin.
"HA! SEE! SEE WHAT 'APPENS WHEN YA MESS AROUN-"
"Shut up…"
"What?" The Man asked with malice as he clicked the gun, reloading a bullet and pointing it at the red headed teen.
"I said...Shut up." Her hands planted down on the register as she hopped over the wood, and began walking towards the ma-
BANG
The bullet skimmed her torso, embedding itself in the floor right beside her dad. Had it even been three inches over it would have hit his head...From a second all Maya could see was red.
"THERE! THAT'LL TEACH-" The man was cut off by something wet grasping his throat, tightly squeezing. He looked down as his eyes widened and what was once a human girl, was now a blob of black liquid. An arm-like structure was raised it seemed, tightening around his esophagus.
The robber clawed at the substance in an attempt to free himself, even dropping his gun to aid in the action. But the arm wasn't moving, in fact, it was starting to harden.
It was almost like a black marble really, but it was slowly crushing him an-
BANG BANG
Mrs. Blake screamed as she fell to the floor, covering Christy as the police officers outside continued to fire at the blob, which seemed to notice….Only to throw the robber at them, and seeped to the floor, slinking into the kitchen area of the store as the door was kicked in.
"Maya! WAIT!" But her father's pleas fell on mute ears as the black liquid scaled up the counter, and flushed itself down the sink's drain.
The sewers were never clean, nor were they the best smelling of places.
But it was where the Conduit had to hide.
If she stayed then her family would be blamed and charged for harboring her…
Yet that didn't make the pain any easier, now did it?
With a sigh she stood up from her seat on an iron sewage pipe, and began walking down the putrid path.
She didn't know where to go, but it would be best not to stay in one spot for too long. At Least, not while Maya is alone.
Her manipulation of ink came with several perks though. She could morph the liquid into a solid, even small objects. The ink could make projectiles, and even change her appearance if need-be. Degenerating her physical body into that ink blob though was the best self defense, and offence, that she could muster right now…Sadly, she had no pigments or ink material on her. She used up all her substance in that rage mode it seemed, and now she was in a stark white attire.
So just like her luck, her powers seemed to be dwindling on the brink between terrific, to a level of hell-shattering horrible.
A manhole cover was pushed up when the sight of the stars could be seen, and thankfully it was one of the few that were near the surrounding forests of her little town. Now all she had to do was run an-
"MAYA BLAKE!" Lights illuminated the entire area from the trees to the street corner as large beings stepped towards her. "YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR BEING A SUSPECTED BIO-TERRORIST."
"THAT'S NOT WHO I AM!" The pre-teen yelled before turning around in an attempt to slink into the sewer once again, only to stumble backwards when the pothole was covered by an odd black-greyish substance. In a panic Maya turned on the tip of her heel and started to shift back into her ink form once more.
Only to be stopped by a large glass wall being placed in front of her. As her feet skidded to try and stop, her left foot was caught on a jutting rock, sending her vaulting into the barrier.
Maya groaned as her head slammed against the solid object and slid to the ground...Yet her senses jumped back into action when she felt something large and stiff grasp her leg. Looking down she noticed an accumulation of the rocks as it started to scale her almost-drained form.
In a last ditch-attempt to escape the Blake female rose up her hands and laid it on the yellow strip of the asphalt. She started draining the pigment and the ink so she could at least fight bac-
A swift hit from the butt of a gun to her head was the final blow, before the Conduit was forced into unconsciousness.
How had it all come down to this?
Just two years ago she had discovered her odd "gift" while reading a Sherlock Holmes books. There was a pulling and stirring sensation inside of her all of the sudden and then...
Then the ink seeped away from the pages and it's cover, leaving it a blank white book. It was like putting the piece of literature though a wash cycle of bleach.
Yet when it was all gone, when the book actually became...Well, almost invisible really...There was a sense of fulfillment, a sort of warmth that grew inside of her.
And now, barely even two months before her birthday, Maya Blake was an official prisoner of the D.U.P..
Maya gave a groan as her eyes adjusted to the harsh lights that glared at her from all around.
"I see you're finally awake." A female's voice said to her, making the pre-teen look up in her haze. She saw a thick bulletproof glass door with a few panes cut out of it for things to seep in and our. On the other side was a woman wearing a black coat, who had auburn hair tied up in a bun. "I am Brook Augustine...I'd like to welcome you to Curdun City."
"Curdun...City…?"
"Yes, Curdun City, a place to keep people with our...Abilities...Locked up."
Our?….. "But...But why?"
This question was ignored though. "Here you will be put through a series of tests to see just what makes you tick. You scientist will be…"
Augustine's voice trickled into sort of vibration to Maya as her head rolled a bit, looking around her room with half-lidded eyes.
It was thick glass, with the walls on the other side of them painted white. Her hands were in an odd orange-yellow metallic holding device, which was suspended over her head. She wouldn't be able to leave…
"And don't worry about the color of your holding device, we'll fix that once your clear one is all done." Augustine turned on her heel as she started to walk away. "Your test will start in a few hours. I hope you enjoy your stay."
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