Rosewhip: All right, I realize that you guys are probably getting tired of me posting more and more stories, but if I don't write these ideas down, they will NOT leave me alone. This is my first actual Static Shock fanfic and begins right after the second Big Bang.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTER IN STATIC SHOCK. I WISH I DID, 'CAUSE THEN NO ONE WOULD SEE RICHIE, HOTSTREAK AND VIRGIL EVER, EVER, AGAIN.
Summary: After her parents were killed in the first Big Bang, 16 year-old Lyla Moore has, figuratively, vanished off the face of the Earth… then again, to her peers at school she never existed. Then, after the second Big Bang, she inhales some of the gas as it blows in front of her and when she wakes up the next morning, she can read minds and shape-shirt (like Replikon, but she can only shape-shift into animals.) Her powers eventually cause her to collapse and because she doesn't want it to happen again, she seeks out Dakota's two heroes, Static Shock and Gear, for help. Read and follow along as she trains to control her powers, helps the dynamic duo out occasionally and eventually ends up falling for Dakota's number one hero. Story is rated M for Mature content, is Virgil/StaticxOC and contains romance, comedy, adventure, horror and tragedy.
Time Of Dying
Chapter One: On the ground I lay
~STORY START~
~LYLA'S P.O.V. ~
I was just lying on my back, staring up at the ceiling of the abandoned building that I lived in and then groaned; I wasn't getting any sleep again. Sitting up, I grabbed my hat, stood up and descended down the stairs. Sitting in the lobby was another homeless, an old man. He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Still can't sleep L?" He asked and I shook my head.
My name's Lyla Moore, a not-quite-so-normal 16 year-old. I have shoulder length dark silvery-grey hair, pale blue eyes and fair-looking skin. My figure's okay, I guess; not too athletic but not very fat; living on the streets tends to do that to people. I'm not that tall, stuck at 5'4" and not really all that feminine.
"No, not really." I said and he merely shook his head sadly.
"So young yet so sad. Well, I hope that you'll be able to soon; you look like you're ready to pass out."
It was probably true; ever since the first Big Bang took my parents life, I stopped doing stuff. Then again, in order to do stuff, you kinda sorta have to have friends to do stuff with; I didn't have any.
I was the outcast at the school, always sitting alone never talking and never doing anything. I probably would, if I'd been asked by people but the sight of my hair and my eyes always set people on edge; it's not every day that you see a girl with silvery-grey hair and blue eyes so pale that they almost look white.
"Yeah, makes two of us." I said and headed out the door, closing it behind me.
I shivered; it was a little chilly out and I completely forgot about the fact that I don't own a jacket. Sighing, I stuck my hands in my pockets and headed for the docks, the place where it began; the place where my parents had died.
They'd been cops, or the "fuzz" as I like to call them and they'd been on-call when a huge explosion happened down at the docks. I never really got any of the details, but all I know is that they were killed trying to help a kid; one reason why I will never join a gang. Gangs tended to get innocent people killed.
I was about halfway to the docks when there was a huge explosion down there; I tripped over a rock and at that time a wind picked up, coming from the docks. I looked up and saw a cloud of purple gas heading my way. My eyes widened before I regained my feet and just stood there. I could only watch as the gas-the same colored gas that had gotten my parents killed-swirled across the street right in my face.
I must have breathed it in or something because the next thing I knew, I was coughing and hacking as my eyes started to water and I stumbled back as everything got blurry.
What… the hell… is this gas made of? I thought before I lost my balance and fell backwards, cracking my head against the ground, hard enough for me to see stars. The last thing I saw before I passed out was the sight of purple gas swirling over my head.
~THREE DAYS LATER AT 7:30~
A whining noise sounding right next to my ear brought me back to consciousness. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see a black nose attached to a furry tan nose in my face; Max, the shepherd mix that lives in the abandoned building with me and everyone else. I groaned, closed my eyes and turned over onto my side and pressed my hand against… a mattress? My eyes snapped open and I shot up into a sitting position only to fall back as a savage headache raged through my head.
"Whoa, easy there L! You banged your head pretty hard; you may have a concussion." I looked over and saw Old Man, along with some other people, standing in the doorway. My throat suddenly feeling very dry, I swallowed and opened my mouth.
"How long was I out?" I asked croakily and Old Man waved a giant hand.
"Awhile; it's almost 7:30. Do we need to take you to the hospital to get checked on?" A girl, Amy, asked; I slowly shook my head to avoid causing more pain.
"No; I'll be fine. I just need a fresh change of clothes and my school bag; I've got school in less than an hour." I said as I shakily stood up and Max cocked his head, watching me with interest.
Should you really be standing, mistress?
I stumbled when I heard a male voice in my head but otherwise didn't notice it; I chalked it up being the result of my headache. Old Man handed me some fresh clothes and after Amy gave me my bag they left to give me some privacy so that I could get dressed. Swiftly changing into a dark blue long-sleeve shirt, a pair of ratty blue jeans and my old worn-out sneakers, I saw that Amy had left me a black hoodie. Touched, I reached out and pulled it on; it was a little baggy but I didn't mind.
Grabbing my bag, I walked out of my room and saw Amy leaning against the wall; catching sight of me she smiled.
"I know your birthday isn't until next month, but I thought that you'd need a jacket." She said and I gave her a smile; who said I needed friends at school when I had friends among the homeless?
"Thanks Amy; I appreciate it." I said and she shrugged; being neither of us the hugging type, I patted her on her head and walked down the stairs.
"Hey, L!" I turned and caught a bottle of water and a bottle of aspirin from Old Man's adopted niece, a young Asian girl named Leila. "Take it; you'll need them by the end of the day." She said mysteriously and I nodded; she was some kind of seer and none of us doubted her when it came to stuff like this.
After giving everyone in the building a wave, I walked outside into the chilly air, closed the door behind me, zipped my hoodie up and trudged down the road. The air helped clear my headache some, but there were still voices.
Please, please, PLEASE let me out! I've seriously got to go!
Keep your nose away from my litter box, dog-breath!
Shaking my head, I sighed and massaged my temples; man, I really must have a concussion if I'm hearing voices. It'll go away if I stay awake.
The walk to school was uneventful and when I reached the steps of Dakota High, I saw four people standing next to the steps chatting, four unlikely people that I would expect at the school this early: Richie Foley, Frieda Goren, Virgil Hawkins and Daisy Watkins.
Pausing long enough to cram the aspirin into my bag and to take a quick drink of water, I shoved the water bottle into my bag and started heading for the stairs. Right as I was about to walk up the stairs, I heard someone shout my name and I bit back the groan; looking over my shoulder I saw Amy running towards.
"Uh, Amy, what's up?" I asked and she lifted up a notebook, a notebook that I needed for my art class.
"You left this behind." She said and I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Shit, I did? Damn; I'm not on earth today." I said and she snorted.
"Are you ever on earth?" She asked and I sighed; was today the day that I would be picked on shamelessly? Suddenly, Amy grew serious and looked me straight in the eye. "Leila says that today is your last day in the building." She said and I nodded; before I left I stuffed everything that I owned into my father's old duffel bag and had placed it behind my door.
"Yeah; my stuff's already packed, so all I have to do is find another building, drop my book bag off and I'll be swinging by with some food for you guys before I grab my stuff. The usual?" I asked and she nodded.
"Yeah; I'll let Old Man know." She said as she handed me my notebook and I nodded.
"I'll see ya guys around." I said and she ran off; turning around I found four pairs of eyes watching me: two brown, one blue and one green. After a few seconds, it pissed me off, but I didn't let it show. I decided to wait until it was time to go to class so I walked over to one of the tables, sat down and placed my head down; my head felt like it was getting ready to split in two and I hated that feeling.
~VIRGIL'S P.O.V. ~
"So did you guys do your science homework?" Daisy asked and I looked at Richie.
"Is that what that sheet of paper was? I thought that it was one of Sharon's nasty recipes so I threw it away." I said joking, and then the name "Lyla!" rang out. Looking towards the street, I couldn't help but stare when I saw Lyla Moore, a student who's been missing for about three days, stopped near the steps; approaching her was a homeless girl that I've seen around; in her hand was a black notebook that I've Lyla drawing in.
"Uh, Amy, what's up?" Lyla asked and the girl Amy lifted the book up.
"You left this behind." Lyla rubbed the back of her neck almost sheepishly.
"Shit, did I? Damn." I blinked in shock; I've never heard Lyla cuss. "I'm not on earth today." Lyla said and Amy snorted.
"Are you ever on earth?" She asked and Lyla sighed. All of a sudden, Amy grew serious. "Leila says that today is your last day in the building." Lyla nodded. This caught all of our interests; none of us knew that Lyla lived alone. Then again, she didn't talk to any of us inside or outside of school.
"Yeah; my stuff's already packed, so all I have to do is find another building, drop my book bag off and then I'll be swinging by with some food for you guys before I grab my stuff. The usual?" Lyla asked and Amy nodded.
"Yeah; I'll let the Old Man know." She said as she handed Lyla the notebook and Lyla nodded. "How late you workin' tonight?" She asked and Lyla flinched.
"Till midnight; I'll see ya guys around." She said right before Amy ran off and she turned around only to stop; the four of us were watching her. I was startled to see that she had bags under her eyes; how long has it been since she's gotten some sleep?
After a staring match of the century, I saw her eyes harden and instead of walking into the school like usual, she headed over towards one of the tables, sat down and then laid her head down on the table.
"Hey, I didn't know that Lyla lived with a bunch of homeless people." Daisy said, staring at her, and I shrugged.
"Neither did I. I mean, we don't talk to each other; we pass each other in the hallway and she never says hi, even though I wave." I said and Frieda frowned.
"I wonder what her problem is." She said and Daisy looked at her.
"Maybe because none of us tried to talk to her during elementary and middle school? I mean just because her hair and eyes are weird doesn't mean anything." She reminded us and I felt a twinge of guilt run through me; I was Static and yet I was almost as bad as Hotstreak. Lyla was suffering and I wasn't able to see that.
Just then, a bunch of kids walked up and I looked at my watch to see that it was already 8; school would be starting in half an hour.
"Hey, school's going to start in half an hour; we'll finish this later." I said and the other three nodded; behind Daisy's head I saw Lyla raise her head as she stood up, grabbed her notebook, crammed it into her back and pulled out a bottle of water and some aspirin.
As I watched, she took some and downed it with water with a pained expression; was she in pain? After stuffing both water and bottle into her bag she zipped it up, walked towards the steps, climbed them and walked into the school without so much as a glance back at us.
Yes, I realize that I already have several stories up and going, but if I don't get these ideas out of my head, then I will go insane! Anyway, tell me how you like and also, as soon as I get this posted, I will put a poll up on my profile; do you think that Richie should get with Hotstreak, yes or no? Anyway, read and review!