Hello. I've finally uploaded something! How crazy is that? I decided to do my first fanfiction for Misfits because even though it's not all that popular in the fanfiction world, I thought it would be a good starter and, to be honest, I just couldn't help myself. I'm in love with each and every single character - including the latest new cast. I'm actually uploading this after just watching the last final Misfits episode EVER, *sobs* so I thought it would be nice as I've had this mostly completed for the last day or two now. I managed to watch the final episode a week early because they released the premiere if it online...which makes me an extremely happy bunny. *gushes*
Anyhow, I starting writing this first chapter last week and now it's finally complete and I feel ready to publish.
It's starting from Season 1 and will continue onwards as time progresses. It shouldn't take me to long to update, but we'll see as I have exams everyday during next week which is a total bitch.
I haven't got a beta so I do apologise if there are any mistakes made in here, though I hope not. Rating is a strong T for now. I will either change to M or give notice at the start of a chapter if any of this changes to something a little more...smutty. (;
Disclaimer; I don't own Misfits, which is a total bummer. But ho hey, I wanted to write something for it because it's just too amazing.
So here we go. My first fanfiction ever, please be nice and please enjoy! (:
Two hundred hours. Two hundred fucking hours of community service for something that wasn't even her fault. Okay, so maybe it was her fault, she had broken someone's jaw, wrecked up a few pretty little faces and smashed a couple of windows in after all, but in her defence the bastards had well deserved it. She hadn't meant it to go too far, or maybe she had, she'd been going on full adrenalin at that point and seemed unable to stop herself. Still, that didn't mean that she should be here now, getting ready to start scraping up dog shit and pick up litter with another bunch of shitheads that were bound to be dicks. She had been supporting herself and her younger sibling for christ sake! But here she was, zipping up her distasteful orange jumpsuit and slowly strolling to the outside railing after being told to hurry up by the probation worker.
He looks like a right barrel of fucking laughs.
As Alexis leans against the railing, at the end of the line the others seemed to have formed, she hears a woof whistle coming from a prick with curly hair and a cheeky grin, but she just scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Before the probation worker starts talking, -she had forgotten his name already- she quickly looks around at the other six offenders in the group and examines them. First there was that runner guy, Curtis, who she'd heard about a few weeks ago. She only knew it was something to do with drugs. Different sources told different information. It obviously couldn't have been as bad as some of it had said, otherwise he'd be in prison or rehab now, not here with the rest of them. He was showing a bored expression on his face while chewing some gum between his teeth. Next to him stood a pretty pathetic excuse for a wannabe gangster, who was wearing one hell of a ridiculous cap that seemed to be several sizes to big for his small head. He was even attempting to look intimidating just standing there. It didn't work. After him was that curly brown-haired guy who had whistled at her, whose expression kept changing between looking both bored and amused by the whole situation. She'd dare say he was attractive, but that would soon fly out the window as soon as he started talking. She was guessing it wouldn't be long now. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know he was going to be a handful. It was completely obvious he was going to be a twat. He even came with he's own signature smirk.
Next stood the typical chav, with her hair scraped back so tight that it just had to be painful and who had far too much black eye-liner and mascara around her eyes, making them look triple their size. She was pulling some sort of funny face, though Alexis guessed it was just that she found the whole thing just as shit and ridiculous as she did. Then stood the slut of the group, who obviously knew it and adored the title by constantly touching up on her hair and checking out her appearance in the reflection of her phone, looking as if she'd rather be partying or waking up in somebody else's bed right now. Alexis turned her head to the last person in the group who, in all fairness, looked kind of creepy with his unblinking eyes and shy facial expression. She just assumes he's the quiet one out of the bunch. Lastly stood herself, in all her shitty glory. Long brown hair in loose ringlets, eyes that were far too blue and her usual 'fuck this shit' expression plastered upon her face.
That pretty much summed them all up. Seven different type of shitheads. Fan-fucking-tastic.
She turns her head around to look back at the probation worker now, who has started his speech all about all that helping with the community bullshit. He was dark-skinned and quite bulky. That's all she really had in her opinion of him so far. "This is it. This is your chance to do something positive. Give something back. You can help people. You can really make a difference to people's lives." That's very doubtful. She almost scoffs as he says this. "That's what community service is all about. There are people out there who think you're scum. You have an opportunity to prove them wrong."
"Yeah, but what if they're right?" Questions the guy with the curly hair, who turns out to have an Irish accent. They have something in common then, she was half Irish herself. "No offence, but I'm thinking some people are just born criminals." He directs towards the wannabe gangster by pointing at him, raising his eyebrows.
"You lookin' to get stabbed?" the wannabe asks in an attempting threatening voice as he looks Curly up and down. Alexis can already feel her fist clenching at the possible thought of punching him in the face. His 'tough gangster' act bullshit would piss her off soon enough. She's never been one for gangsters and their bollocks.
"You see my point there?"
Just then the sluts phone starts ringing, to which she answers almost immediately, "hey."
We all get to hear half of her conversation which pretty much is just her scoffing and telling someone that she's at her community service and it's as boring as fuck. The probation worker tries to get her attention and asks her to hang up the phone, but the bitch just keeps talking. Alexis doesn't comment, but she huffs out a deep sigh while waiting for this to be over. Honestly, all she wants to do is just go back home and get into bed and sleep for a full week.
"Excuse me? Hello? I'm still talking here." The probation worker tries once again to get the slut to realise that he is speaking, but it's quite clear that she already knows but just doesn't give a damn.
"What? I thought you finished." She snaps back, still keeping the phone next to her ear.
"You see my lips still moving? That means I'm still talking." He looks like his starting to get a little pissed off. Not that she's blaming him, though Alexis does wonder why he's doing this job if he loses his temper quickly. Surely he'd know having a bunch of young offenders wasn't going be easy?
"Yeah, but you could've been yawning or chewing." Curly says with a thought. Of course, he just can't help but open his mouth.
"End the call. Hang up!" He seems to be losing his temper quite quickly, she muses. Maybe if things like this happen when he tries to speak all the time then eventually he'll give up and leave them to their own thing. Hopefully he'll just snap at them to clean something and leave them to it. She doesn't want his speeches every five minutes and she isn't ever going to want to.
"My probation worker. Don't be disgusting. I'll call you later," slut says over the phone before hanging up. Finally.
Meanwhile Curly looks over towards the quiet guy, the creeper. "You alright there, weird kid?" he asks while smirking. In reply, the quiet kid looks up only to quickly avert his eyes and straighten the front part of his hair with his hand awkwardly, probably pretending that nobody had spoken to him. He does seem to be quite the odd one, let alone strange.
Curly looks back over to wannabe and pretends to blow him a kiss by puckering his lips. In return Wannabe glares over him, or in this case he glares up as he's several inches shorter. Jesus. Even Alexis was taller than him, though she was a lanky shit herself, already an inch or two taller than the other two girls there. "I'll rip out your throat and shit down your neck!"
Always having to voice her thoughts at some point, Alexis interrupts while scoffing and raising her thin eyebrows, showing that she knows he's talking complete and utter bullshit. "Well, that's fucking disturbing. Do you get off on that sort of thing?"
Curly looks over, his eyes widening for a moment, probably noticing her accent or similar attitude before a decent looking smirk appears on his face. "Ooh, she speaks! Nice accent. And a bitchy attitude. I can see a very possible shag coming along sometime in the near future, no?" He winks, probably trying to look seductive.
Alexis just rolls her eyes.
"I shouldn't be here, man." That athletic tuts. Urgh, he was one of those people.
The probation worker tries to interrupt, sounding freshly calm, as Curly and Wannabe seem to have gotten themselves into a little lovers spat, Wannabe getting into Curly's face as he gets mocked. "We need to work as a team here. That's enough!"
"Can I move to a different group. This anit gonna work out for me." Alexis can't help but scoff at the runners comment. He fucked up and blames it on everyone and everything else. That's just so fucking typical. She hates those kind of people.
"Umm, wha meks ya fink tha ya betta than us?" Chav finally speaks. Alexis cringes inwardly at her voice but finds herself smirking. Oh god, that voice is awful.
Curly immediately loses interest in Wannabe Gangster for a moment and turns to inspect the chav, then looks around at everyone else before at the chav again with his eyes wide. "What is that accent?"
"Is that for real?" Athletic asks.
"If ya tryna say somethin' then yeh," the chav seems to have a bitchy strike. Alexis finds herself liking this. It's good to have a bad attitude. Well, in her opinion at least. Some people didn't agree. Probation workers and counsellors, for example.
Her smirk becomes wider as Curly looks around again and puts a hand to his ear. "Is that...? Are you...? That's just a noise. Are we supposed to understand her?" His Irish voice is defiantly something, she'll give him that.
Chav gives him the middle finger. "Do ya understand tha?"
Curly smirks and puts his arm around wannabes neck. "I think she likes me."
This just leads to another spat between the two and Alexis finds herself laughing with the rest of them -save the silent one- as the probation worker tries to stop them by holding Wannabe away but it's no good because Curly has he's fists up, taking the piss by pretending he can actually fight. It just seems to wind Wannabe up even more somehow.
Benches. They were painting fucking benches. White. Who the fuck paints things on the streets white? It practically screams 'graffiti me!'
Alexis sits on the floor working on the same bench as the quiet kid slowly painting her side of the bench. That is until she stops to look over at the Wannabe Gangster whose looking down at his shitty cap with his eyebrows screwed up tight.
"Oh man, there's paint on my cap. This is bullshit!" He shouts, before stomping off, kicking the paint bucket along with him and pausing in his steps to kick a shopping trolley in his way which he nearly falls over.
Alexis watches him go and can't help but roll her eyes. "What a dick."
Only then does Curly start to get bored and stands up straight, coming to stand between her and the chav girl. He narrows his eyes at Chavy. "So I'm guessin' shop lifting? ...No?"
She just stares down at her paintbrush. "Don't act lik ya kno me cuz ya don't."
He acts offended towards her words. "I'm just making conversation. This is a chance to network with other young offenders. We should be swapping tips. Brainstorming. Come on, what did you do?"
"Dis girl called me a slag so I jus got into a fight." She says calmly. Obviously it just has to be something like that, doesn't it? Who really got into a fight over someone calling them a slag? It didn't seem worth the two hundred hours of shit.
A small smirk appears on curly's face at this. "Was this on the Jeremy Kyle show?" Alexis nearly laughs out loud. At least he could be entertaining...sometimes.
"No. It was down Argos." She says, a bit more stubbornly. Oh, that just makes even more sense. Tip of the iceberg, and all that.
"Oh, Argos," he mainly whispers to himself before replying. "You know what you should have done? You should have got one of those little pens they have and jabbed in it her eye." Alexis allows herself to smirk at this.
He notices, of course, because he comes over to her next. "What about you, hot stuff? What did you do?"
Alexis tries not to roll her eyes at his little nickname for her, even if she does keep referring to him as 'Curly' in her head, but she's not sure she succeeds. "My names Alexis...Alex, not hot stuff. And I may or may not have smashed some faces of a few people who were complete twats." She says with a little smirk. What the hell, they were fuck-ups too. And she didn't really give a damn what they thought about her anyway to be honest. It's not like those little cunts hadn't deserved it in the first place.
He narrows his eyes at her for a moment in thought, probably trying to work her out. "I'm hoping it was for some sane reason. Or are you just fucked up? 'Cause I'd still shag you, you know. No need to worry about not getting any of this," he shows himself off with a wave of a hand.
Alexis smirks wider. "Maybe a little..." She says, pinching her fingers together to show a small amount before standing up, coming to a halt when her face is inches from his. She should at least be able to get a little fun of out him. "And well, that sounds like a...pleasurable offer, maybe it can be arranged..." She trails off, whispering seductively, winking as he's eyes widen and turn a shade darker before grinning and stepping away from him and back to her painting. She notices the chav grinning to, nearly laughing as she takes in his facial expression.
He seems to stutter for a moment before snapping out of it when he realises she was fucking with him. "That's...-that's mean! How could you deny all this," he gestures to his body with a wave of his hand, showing it off again. "You'll come round soon enough. And then you'll be screaming my name. Which is Nathan, by the way, just so you can prepare yourself."
Alexis simply laughs as she looks him up and down. "Hmm...then I guess we'll just have to wait and see won't we?
Nathan winks at her before turning to the quiet one who still hasn't spoken yet.
"What about you weird kid? Don't take this the wrong way or anything," he says in a tone that would clearly be known as offensive, "but it looks like you could be a panty sniffer." He then pretends to be holding a pair of underwear near his and sniffs.
"I'm not a panty sniffer." Quiet kid finally speaks for the first time with a shaky voice. "I'm not a pervert."
Alexis looks over at him and sure, he may say he isn't a pervert and hey, maybe he isn't, but anyone would willingly admit that he looks incredibly creepy from the way he stares at you with his unblinking eyes and with that hard facial expression. He quite obviously has some kind of anxiety problem, but boy does it come off as creepy. She's interrupted in her inspection, however, when Curly -Nathan- starts making deep groaning noises and pretends to be wanking off his paintbrush.
"I tried to burn a boy's house down!" The creeper shouts out.
Cue the awkward silence to follow as Nathan's fake groans come out stammered as he cuts himself off and stands back a little. Maybe the creeper wasn't all right in the head after all. She tries to step away from him without letting him notice. He doesn't seem to, so that's good...she supposes.
Trying to change the subject, probably, the chav asks Nathan what he got done for.
He turns innocent rather quickly. "Who me? I was done for...uh...eatin' some pick n' mix."
Both Alexis and the chav snort at this and tell him he's talking bollocks. Who the fuck got done for eating a few shitty pick n' mix? Unless of course there was a little more to that story then Nathan was letting on.
He's about to reply, probably to spill some more bullshit or the full details, but a clap of thunder leads everyone to all take notice of the sky and see that a grey storm cloud has appeared above their heads. Alexis doesn't think she's ever seen anything like it before; it seems so dark. This is obviously gonna be one bitch of a thunder-storm.
"What is up with this weather?" Nathan asks, sounding rather curious.
"How'd that happen?" The probation worker -was it Toby? Tony? -walks out, gesturing to the giant white paint splatter on the floor that the Wannabe Gangster had created. "I mean, you've been here five minutes. It's painting benches," he says with an annoyed voice. "How do you manage to screw that up? You tell me because I've got no idea."
Both Alexis and Nathan open their mouths, probably to both say something completely stupid, but get cut off when a loud clashing noise lands beside them with a 'SMASH!' They turn around to find a huge block of ice smashed into the car parked there. Right in the centre.
"That's my car," the probation says in a small voice while still sounding quite loud, as if he's lost something else that's special to him.
"Classic!" Nathan laughs. Alexis would be laughing too, if she didn't have a strange feeling sitting in her stomach. This didn't feel like a normal storm. Since when did ice that big fall out from the sky? This was some crazy apocalyptic shit.
Alexis looks around her and notices that the creepy kid has his phone out and is recording. Is there nothing better to do but record at a time like this, maybe like run away screaming? She looks around at the rest of the group who seem to be just as freaked out as her.
Just when her heartbeat starts to slow down, there's another loud smash of ice that drops right between her and Nathan, making them jump further away from each other in surprise. Then out of nowhere, ice just starts to keep coming and coming.
"Alright everyone, let's get inside." The probation worker says while trying to sound calm...that is until some ice drops right next to him, then he starts shouting just like everybody else and runs towards the front doors of the community centre.
Alexis starts running as fast as she can, her feet slapping against the ground beneath her and her breath coming out in pants as she does so. She only just about dodges a block of ice in time before they finally reach the front doors of the community centre.
Immediately everyone starts shouting at the probation worker to hurry up and open the door. He searches for the key and fishes it out but then keeps struggling to fit it in the key hole. People say that when rushing, or under pressure, you fumble more and struggle to steadily control whatever you're holding. It's understandable. But this was just fucking ridiculous.
"Open the door!"
"Open it!"
"Come on!"
"Open the fucking door!" The slut shrieks.
"Do not speak to me like that!" Shouts Tony turning around. Jesus. Now was not the time to be worried about the language being used! Sort of your priorities, for fucks sake! He starts to fumble with the key again and just about when Alexis was about to scream at him to hurry the fuck up, her panic rising -BOOM!
They all fly backwards. It must only last a second but it's one of the scariest things that's ever happened to her in her life, while all at the same time she feels like she's flying- and then all of their backs hit the hard floor with a loud thump.
Was they just hit by lightning? Fucking lightning?
Alexis' head starts to pound almost immediately. She places her hands on her temple, attempting to smooth it out before slowly opening her eyes, blinking up at the bright sky above...only to see it's clear again. Not a single cloud in the sky. She slowly looks sideways to everybody else who are in similar positions, some still lying down for a moment mumbling while others try to sit up.
"I feel really weird." The chav says in a distant voice. Are she just starting to realise that?
"Really?" Alexis groans, not wanting to deal with these idiots right now. "It's almost as if we weren't just hit by fucking lightning. You know, I hear that kind of shit can bring along side effects."
"We should be dead," comes a quiet voice.
Alexis looks over towards the creeper and somehow manages to roll her eyes and mumble to herself, "because that's just the positive outlook we all fucking needed." She finally manages to sit up straightly then, noticing everybody else doing the same.
"Hey!" Nathan shouts, snapping his fingers at the probation worker. "A little reassurance might be nice, you know. 'You're fine! Looking good!'"
The probation worker looks worse than the rest of them. His head is slightly tilted as he sits up and his eyes roll into the back of his head. "W-wanker," he seems to spasm.
"Did he just call me a wanker?" Nathan asks in disbelief and a little defensive. He looks over to Alexis who rolls her eyes before smirking. "Hey, you! What are you smirking at? We nearly died. That's traumatic kind of shit."
"Fuck off." Alexis pants, her heart-rate still going a mile a minute. "That was two minutes ago. Maybe you'll have a new fucking outlook on life, hm?" She puts her head in her hands now, almost as if she can somehow rub the pounding away.
"Is everyone alright?" Asks the probation worker, though he seems to still be pretty out of it, looking like he's dealing with some sort of spasm problem by twitching his head side to side slowly, as if jumping from one side to the other.
"We could have died, you dick!" The slut spits out, sitting up straighter and touching her hair. It's as if she needs to make sure that she still looks perfect. It makes Alexis grumble.
"Are you al'right?" Chav asks, looking surprisingly concerned. "You're actin' lik a freak." Oh, there it is.
"Maybe we should call it a day," the probation worker says, sounding far too out of it. She wonders if he had even heard the chav's question.
Alexis stands up and waits for everybody else to go in first, wanting to be last in the building. Once stepping in, Nathan stands waiting.
"Soooo," he tries to play of casually, standing close. "We nearly died, it's traumatic. You're vulnerable. I'm vulnerable. Maybe we should share our vulnerability together by-"
"I'd rather not. But thanks, oh so much for the offer." She replies back sarcastically.
"Hey," he shouts after her, "you should really reconsider. It'll be a really good way to release-"
He doesn't get to finish as Alexis just gives him the middle finger while walking into the locker room. She gives her orange jumpsuit a dirty look before pealing it away from her body and peaks inside her locker to get her regular clothes.
As soon as Nathan walks in, he stares at her for a moment while she's only standing in her pale blue lace underwear. "You know, the offer still stands. You should really reconsider."
Alexis doesn't even look at him but continues to put on her brand new blue tank top and her freshly clean tight skinny jeans before she replies, "And my answer from before still stands. I'm good." It was a little chilly out today, so she had decided not only to wear jeans but to bring her thin leather jacket, to which she quickly slips on.
Once Nathan's dressed, he points out how she has a nice arse before going out into the hallway, the two other guys following him.
She carries on finishing in her locker, making sure to grab her phone and earphones before looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair has gone slightly curlier but not particularly in a bad way and her blue eyes seem wider. She rubs at her face a little, silently glad that her make-up isn't messed up before double checking her locker.
"Wha ya say?" The chav asks the slutty girl suddenly, pausing in scraping her hair back. Alexis still doesn't know their names yet.
"I didn't say anything," slut replies with much distaste in her voice.
The chavy girl goes back to doing her hair again. Ouch. How could you have your hair like that? It looks so fucking painful. Was all chavs like this with their hair or was it just her?
"Wha ya say?" Chav asks again, directing it towards Alexis this time, practically barking it out. "An' my names not chav, it's Kelly!"
"I didn't fucking say anything," Alexis spits back. Jesus. Is this chick hearing things?
She slams her locker shut before going out into the hallway to find Curtis and the weird kid standing there silently while Nathan slams himself into the vending machine repeatedly.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She asks him, stepping closer.
"Trying to get a free drink, what's it look like?" He smirks back, slamming into the vending machine with his body once again. Cue her to eye roll.
"What are we waiting for?" She asks then, mainly because she just wants to get out of here and have herself a nice alcoholic drink.
"Probation worker," Curtis answers, the first time she's actually heard him talk without the conversation turning into how he shouldn't be here and blah blah blah.
"Fuck that. If I'm doing not my hours, I'm not staying here to wait for him," she says as she brushes past them to the front doors, Kelly and the slutty girl coming into view from behide her. Only then do the guys realise the same thing and walk out beside her, Nathan reminding her of his offer. She just flips him off and carries on walking.
When Alexis gets back to her shitty little apartment that night, she can't help but feel a little weird. And she knows it's not the couple of drinks she had before getting bored and coming home. She can manage much more alcohol in her system than that. It also doesn't help that she slips on a piece of ice outside her front door and nearly breaks her neck. Where the fuck did that come from? It's nice and smooth too, fresh even. How the fuck did fresh ice get indoors? She scrunches up her face in confusion before shrugging her shoulders, stepping over it and into her apartment.
She gets undressed before slipping on a bed shirt and walks over to her comfy bed. She lies down and lets out a deep sigh. Her eyes are drifting closed from tiredness, though her mind seems to be going a mile a minute. She tries to block out her thoughts and clenches her eyes shut, burying her head in the middle of her warm pillow to get comfy.
Well...it was safe to say that today had been just a little fucked up.