Hey everyone! So this is a new story that could tie in with my previous one-shot "Stars" and it starts off MANY years before TFP. But by the end of this chapter, it will eventually loop into the show.
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A young girl sat alone on a red swingset in a busy park. A circle of inactivity surrounded her, no child nor adult dared go near her.
It wasn't that the girl was scary or "ugly". Rather, she was an angel of beauty. Pearly skin without a blemish to be seen, a small chubby face fitting her young age, an adorably small nose, wide starry sapphire eyes that glittered like stars, long curly black hair tied in two low pigtails tied with large soft blue bows. She wore a soft white dress with puff sleeves that had a blue cuff, a large soft blue ribbon tied in a large bow behind her, fluffy white petticoat, short white socks and black Mary Jane shoes with blue bows on them. She looked completely innocent, but her face was marked with sadness.
The little girl swung slowly on the swing, a frown on her face, head bowed. She didn't try to make contact with any of the other kids or any of the parents. Her black Mary Janes dragged slowly through the wood chips that lined the entirety of the playground. The little girl didn't move from her swing when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked up, squinting at the person, the bright noon sun hurting her eyes.
The 'person' was actually three children, one boy who was scuffed, bruised and dirty; the second was a dark skinned girl in a pair of overalls cut off at the knee, and a pale girl in all pink with a bratty look.
"Hey creep-o," The girl in pink sneered at the girl in white. "Swinging alone, as usual."
"As a freak should," The boy said.
"C'mon, tell us something," The dark skin girl said. "Make one of your special "predictions" and make us scared."
The girl in white said nothing, only frowned. Any words she could've said were pointless. They always were. The boy growled at the girl in white and got right in her face.
"Don't ignore us! We're superior, normal! Talk dang it!" He spat, pushing the girl right over the back of the swing. She landed on the ground with a cry, petticoats a mess. She looked up and frowned, no longer sad, but angry. She clenched her fists but gasped as a wave of pain shot through her head, making her clutch her head tightly.
Adults in blurry shadow ran this way and that.
Tires screeching and horns honking.
A child scream.
A sickening cracking sound.
The boy laid crumpled before the grill of a large truck, the front of the truck splattered in blood. Nearby the dark girl and the pink girl sat, screaming. The girl in white laid in the middle of the road, blood on her white dress and petticoats.
"I said GET UP YOU PIECE OF TRASH!" The boy kicked her ribcage again. She hadn't noticed him doing it before and let out a harsh cry of pain.
The boy hauled her up by her back bow and threw her. She flew at least two yards before landing face and knees first. She slid a few feet and let out a scream. She rolled over and pulled her hands up to her bleeding face and pulled her bleeding knees up to her chest. Tears sprang into her eyes and a loud sob escaped her lips.
The boy marched over to her with a sadistic smirk that should never rest on a six-year-old's face. Behind him, the two other girls looked unsure now, they hadn't expected to get physical with her. Only name calling.
"Dennis," the girl in overalls called up. "We should stop. This is getting a little extreme."
"No Carrie!" Dennis shouted back. "This freak needs to be taught a lesson."
Dennis picked up the girl in white and punched her in the head. She screamed and he laughed. Dennis carried her towards the road, smirking as the sound of a truck was heard in the distance. The girl turned to see a large pickup truck barreling down the road. She turned back to the boy and shook her head. The boy nodded, a sadistic grin on his face. He walked forward again, his shoes barely on the sidewalk. With a great heave, Dennis tossed the girl into the street. She landed with a cry. There were horns honking, someone screamed and tires screeched.
The girl opened her eyes. She laid in the middle of the road, blood on her dress and petticoats. She stood and turned to where Dennis had stood.
His small body laid on the sidewalk, limbs bent at odd angles. Blood seeped out of his small body and stained the concrete. The truck that had hit him squealed around the corner, swerving all the way. The girl limped over to Dennis.
"Dennis," She said. "Stay awake okay? Help is on the way."
She grasped his hand, and he weakly gripped hers.
"Why are you doing this?" Dennis asked. He no longer had the sadistic grin, now he was scared and hurt.
"You may have tried to hurt me," She said. "But I refuse to turn a blind eye to someone hurt."
Sirens wailed in the distance and she held Dennis's hand tightly, refusing to let go. She held his hand up until the coroner slowly unclasped her hand from his.
~Ten Years Later~
The girl, now a teenager, sat with Carrie and four other teens around a campfire. Her eyes no longer held the childish innocence they had before, her skin was more tan, and her hair was shorter and curly. She wore a turquoise camisole under a soft yellow plaid shirt that was left unbuttoned, blue jeans, brown hiking boots, and a white and turquoise checkered bandana was tied around her head, the knot and tails behind her left ear and bangs still laying on her face. She sat at the fire with a marshmallow on a roasting stick, listening to Carrie tell a story.
"-then, the door slllloooowwwwlllyyy opened." Carrie made a sound of a squeaky door and imitated the opening of a door. The sole other girl, an auburn haired girl the same age, squeaked and hid her face in the shoulder of one of the boys.
"Carrie you're so full of crap," The black haired girl said.
"Quiet Ju-Ju," Carrie hushed. "I'm gettin' to the good part."
Ju-Ju rolled her eyes at the African-American girl's antics. Ever since Dennis's death ten years prior, Carrie had become a better person, and became Ju-Ju's friend, hoping to make up for her mistreatment of the pale girl. Ju-Ju smiled, but was struck by a sharp headache. She closed her eyes and a vision flashed in her mind.
A bright red car with a pair of horns on the hood sped along a road.
An explosion.
Two gigantic robots stood in a dark room of sorts. The one was tall and silver, with bright red optics. The other looked like someone had turned the red car into a humanoid shape. His optics were blue. The red one was badly damaged, coughing and hacking.
"Scream. Been a while," The red one said, coughing up more blue liquid. "So. Where's your master?"
The silver one, Scream sneered and shoved his blade like hands into the red one's chest.
"Any more questions?" Scream asked, cruelly. More blue liquid began flowing from the red one's wound. He falls lifelessly to the floor.
"Clean that up," Scream ordered two robots, identical to each other, and pointing at the red robot's corpse.
The vision fades to black.
A female voice shouts in a voice full of pain and anger. "CLIFF!"
Ju-Ju took a sharp breath and opened her eyes. She looked up to see Carrie and the four other teens looking at her with concern.
"Ju-Ju?" Carrie asked. "You okay?"
Ju-Ju nodded. She may have said yes, but her body said no. Her skin was pale and her pupils were pinpricks. Her whole body shook and her breath was erratic.
"She doesn't look okay," Auburn said.
"I-I'm f-f-fine," Ju-Ju stuttered out. Her breathing calmed and she stopped shaking.
"...um," Auburn said. "Your marshmallow is on fire."
Ju-Ju looked up at the marshmallow, which, true to word, was a ball of flames. She yelped and jumped up, waving it around, looking for some water before Carrie finally blew it out. Ju-Ju sighed in relief and the rest of the kids laughed.
After several minutes of laughing that left Ju-Ju's face red like a firetruck.
"You okay now?" Carrie asked. Ju-Ju smiled. "June Cassandra, do you promise?"
June groaned, "Yes Mom. I'm fine."
The teens laughed. They jumped around the fire and traded stories. They didn't talk about June's episode, and for that she was thankful.
Over the next twenty four years of her life, June was plagued by visions of the future. Many were bad, few were good. She saw her wedding to Dennis's brother Evan, the subsequent birth of their son Jackson, and Evan's death a year later.
Each time she tried to tell someone of the visions, no one believed her. No one except her grandmother, who was also cursed with visions. However, her grandmother died not long after the incident in the woods, leaving her alone with no one to understand.
Until it all changed one day. This is the story of that day..
Okay, so there was a bit of improvisation here, its mostly just a prologue. But the Prime timeline will show up in the next chapter.
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