Author's ramblings :
'Ello. New Guy around here, first fic. Hopefully it isn't that bad, and hopefully I might be able to do a few chapters, but don't get your hopes up. Oh, and please Read & Review!
As soon as Max realised what kind of power she had, she knew trouble would come with it. And not just because of that psycho Nathan Prescott in the girls' bathroom. Or that uber-creepy nightmare she had in class. No, something else was going on in Blackwell - heck, in all Arcadia Bay. Yet she couldn't quite seem to put a finger on it. Yet.
Max was still stirred up by the sight of the gunshot and the bloody punk girl collapsing. Not to mention her weird powers. She felt like her insides were put in a mixing machine and she was ready to vomit it all out. But life continued for her, and a vibration from her phone quickly reminded her that Warren needed his flash drive. Okay, Max, she said to herself. Just go in your room, get the flash drive and you can finish this freaking hell of a day.
She frantically walked herself to the girl's dorm in the cool autumn breeze, bathed in the warm orange sunlight. At least that eases the stress. As if nature heard my torment, she joked. She heard the new janitor whistle pleasingly as he swept the road. Samuel apparently was on medical vacation due to his poor back. Max left a little thought for him, wishing that he would be OK, and then smiled at the current janitor, who just made his bucket fall and cursed it with that funny English swagger he had. The little smile on her face dropped the second she saw Victoria sitting in front of the entrance with her two "BFF's". Max took a deep breath and faced her head-on.
- Oh look, it's Max Caulfield, the selfie ho of Blackwell, the vile serpent hissed.
She continued talking, circling Max as if it was a prey to feed on. The viper took a photo of poor Maxine saying she'll post it all over the internet and took a seat back with the cruel saying : " Why don't you go fuck your selfie? ".
Oh yes, Victoria. I'll make sure you regret it. Max analysed her surroundings, a brilliant plan was starting to form in her mind. Suddenly, a voice shattered her train of thought.
- Oi! Don't you idiots have something better to do?! Picking on such a smart girl, shame on you!
Max was surprised to see the janitor standing up for her. He seemed gitty, energetically pointing an accusing finger to the head of the group. Not that Victoria seemed to care.
- Excuse me? , she croaked. I could have you fired in less than an hour just for that, you fool.
- Well, go ahead, see if I care. Plenty of other jobs in this little town of yours.
He then held up a bucket of what seemed to be white paint, saying with a smirk :
- Of course, I'd hate to spill this paint on you accidentally out of anger - did I mention this is permanent?
A heap load of bad energy came out of Victoria's stare. A stare that gave Max goosebumps riding her arms, as she took a cautionary step backwards. She thought it was a bit stupid to do so just because of two angry-looking eyeballs, but hey, who actually cares?
- You wouldn't dare...
The eyeballs amped it up, weighing on the janitor's own determined stare. But he didn't wait for another word as he threw the bucket and the liquid spurt out, neatly spilling all over Victoria's nice little cashmire.
- OH MY GOD! You are so going down for this !
- Hey! Don't run around, you'll splash some on someone important!, called the man with a smug.
Max had to light up a smile seeing the serpent biting it's tail, squirming around. She also thought of some other move she could do...
- Wait, hold that pose!, she said while taking a polaroid.
The click sound and the flash of the machine made Victoria twitch up, much to Max's delight. She then picked the photo out and brushed it in the air.
- ... And no filter needed for this bad boy. Now step aside so I can relax in my room.
Max enjoyed this. Maybe a little too much, even for her liking. She saw the janitor next to her staring at her, probably because he didn't like what she was doing. But she never intended to keep things this way. As soon as she was finished, she rewound time far enough to be out of harm's way. God, that felt good. I might just have some use to this thing. Whatever it is.
Victoria didn't stay for long, she quickly returned to her room for towels. Max just wanted to take a few minutes to thank the janitor.
- Um... Thanks by the way. You didn't have to risk your job for me.
- Oh, don't worry about me. Never could hold a job for more than two months. And did you look at the heaps of work to do! No wonder old Samuel cracked a bone, eh?
Max and the janitor both laughed heartedly. The vibration of Max's phone in her pocket reminded her why she was here.
- Sorry, I have to go. Pleasure meeting you, Mr. ... ?
- Smith. John Smith's the name. But tell you what, most people just call me "the Doctor".
- OK then, Doctor.
She hopped up the stairs, thinking about how funny it was to meet an Englishman named John Smith.
The Doctor than carried on with his business and Max with hers. The strange man looked up one more time to make sure he was seeing things right.
- Gotcha, he smiled.