Chapter 1:
No one cared.
No one had ever cared.
And while many people would probably wallow in self pity at that fact, she didn't. It's just not what she did.
Instead, she got mad.
Instead, she got even.
Marilyn Fredrick stared in the regal-looking mirror, surrounded by golden swirls and stars. It was easily the only thing of its kind in the whole apartment that she lived in. Her deep blue eyes flashed with anger, seemingly glowing in the dimly lighted room.
Her reflection began to change, like oil floating in the ocean. It outward, replaced by a disfigured face half hidden by shadows. She stood up, a small sigh releasing itself from her lips.
"You are hear to ask me if I've accepted your proposition." She stated. Marilyn leaned down so her face was as close as it could get without touching the mirror.
"It doesn't take a genius to know that." The face in the mirror responded. "And don't act all-knowing like that. It doesn't leave a good impression with the other Regulators."
"I'll act how you want, just because you have someone that I want. Immortality. Power. Purpose." She smiled, a wicked, toothy grin.
"You're right. We have a purpose. To cover the world in darkness, to destroy all hope. We are the Atrox." The figure responded, his voice filled with passion. "Wonderful. You are expected to meet one of our Followers in Los Angeles, where we're currently working. And Marilyn? Don't let the Atrox down. Just because we've gone through so much to recieve your services doesn't mean we won't take all of this away if you mess up." Marilyn's eyes flashed once more, though this time the light was much more dangerous.
"You're making this sound like some sort of spy movie! And why are you going through all this trouble to get me in the first place? Why do you care if you suspect I'll mess you anyway!"
"Reword your sentances better," The man in the mirror strictly reprimended her. "I don't care. About anything."
"Well you understood my question. Answer it!" Marilyn snapped, tossing her pale blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Because you're hopeless." With a shriek of indignity, Marilyn ran towards the mirror, smashing it with her fists. Hopeless. The word echoed through her mind, refusing to stop. Hopeless. Hopeless. Hopeless. Hopeless. The walls screamed it. Hopeless. Hopeless.
She was an Atrox now. Just because the Regulator called her Hopeless didn't mean she could just change her mind. Tears running down her cheeks, the petite woman bent down and picked up one shard of the mirror, pocketing it before she slammed the door to her apartment for the last time.
Los Angeles, eh?
No one cared.
No one had ever cared.
And while many people would probably wallow in self pity at that fact, she didn't. It's just not what she did.
Instead, she got mad.
Instead, she got even.
Marilyn Fredrick stared in the regal-looking mirror, surrounded by golden swirls and stars. It was easily the only thing of its kind in the whole apartment that she lived in. Her deep blue eyes flashed with anger, seemingly glowing in the dimly lighted room.
Her reflection began to change, like oil floating in the ocean. It outward, replaced by a disfigured face half hidden by shadows. She stood up, a small sigh releasing itself from her lips.
"You are hear to ask me if I've accepted your proposition." She stated. Marilyn leaned down so her face was as close as it could get without touching the mirror.
"It doesn't take a genius to know that." The face in the mirror responded. "And don't act all-knowing like that. It doesn't leave a good impression with the other Regulators."
"I'll act how you want, just because you have someone that I want. Immortality. Power. Purpose." She smiled, a wicked, toothy grin.
"You're right. We have a purpose. To cover the world in darkness, to destroy all hope. We are the Atrox." The figure responded, his voice filled with passion. "Wonderful. You are expected to meet one of our Followers in Los Angeles, where we're currently working. And Marilyn? Don't let the Atrox down. Just because we've gone through so much to recieve your services doesn't mean we won't take all of this away if you mess up." Marilyn's eyes flashed once more, though this time the light was much more dangerous.
"You're making this sound like some sort of spy movie! And why are you going through all this trouble to get me in the first place? Why do you care if you suspect I'll mess you anyway!"
"Reword your sentances better," The man in the mirror strictly reprimended her. "I don't care. About anything."
"Well you understood my question. Answer it!" Marilyn snapped, tossing her pale blonde hair over her shoulder.
"Because you're hopeless." With a shriek of indignity, Marilyn ran towards the mirror, smashing it with her fists. Hopeless. The word echoed through her mind, refusing to stop. Hopeless. Hopeless. Hopeless. Hopeless. The walls screamed it. Hopeless. Hopeless.
She was an Atrox now. Just because the Regulator called her Hopeless didn't mean she could just change her mind. Tears running down her cheeks, the petite woman bent down and picked up one shard of the mirror, pocketing it before she slammed the door to her apartment for the last time.
Los Angeles, eh?