Disclaimer 1: I do not own the W.I.T.C.H. series.
Disclaimer 2: I do not own the Serenity series. I haven't even read the issue New Bad Girl in Town
Disclaimer 3: This story was originally written by the writer Wilhelmina Vandom.
I do not have WV's permission to rewrite her story as she has been offline for years.
If WV has a problem with my retelling of this story, WV is welcomed to contact me.
Lastly, because I don't know where WV was going with this story I've decided to make this a sort of crossover with an original character of mine that only exists in crossovers. He doesn't really have his own storyline but he does have an intricate backstory. Some of you my find him interesting, other may hate him due to his attitude, his eccentric personality, his excessive power, his unusual weaknesses and failings or maybe because he tends to ramble and name drop. Oh and one final disclaimer.
Disclaimer 4: I do not own any copyrighted or trademarked material that my character may refer to, be it literature, music, movie, tv show, anime or manga.
New Bad Girl in Town: Observations of a TDB
Chapter 1
Irma yawned as she meet up with her three friends not quite awake and ready to face the torture that is the Sheffield Institute. It was as much a high school as any other, meaning it felt like attending an insane asylum eight hours a day.
"Well it's about time Irma." Said Cornelia Hale, the tall blonde that was awake as she was impatient waiting for her friends. Irma merely waved in annoyance that she could be so awake on a Monday morning. Though Cornelia paled in comparison to their Chinese friend Hay Lin who was abound with energy.
"Did you hear, did you hear?" Hay Lin squealed excitedly, "We have a new student starting today! I can hardly wait to meet them. What do you guys think they'll be like."
"That's… *YAWN* … That's great Hay Lin," Taranee said sleepily, "but I can't image what they'll be like until I'm *YAWN* conscious." Irma was thankful to have a friend that supported the fact that it was perfectly normal to be tired before school.
As the girl made their way to the school's main entrance they notice a red headed girl pushing her way though the crowds of students and shoving past a couple that had been standing right by the door. Their cries for an apology were meet with the redhead simply flipping them off over her shoulder as she otherwise ignored them.
"I wonder if Elyon is here yet." Cornelia asked aloud as she looked for any signs of her closest friend. She gave a small sigh of worry before she masked her concerns with a look of indifference. The other girls knew she didn't like to show signs of emotional weakness, but, Irma couldn't help but think that this habit of hers made seem like a bitch. Though really, having known "Corny" all her life, Irma knew she was at most half-a-bitch.
The girls made it into the entrance hall and noticed that same redhead from before looking around in confusion as students milled around her. As Taranee took a step towards the redhead as Cornelia spoke out one of her unnecessary thoughtless comments.
"Geeze, what is she wearing? Does she shop at the Salvation Army or are those just the only clothes that got thrown away during the weekend."
Obviously hearing the comment the redhead turned toward the girls momentarily revealing a look of hurt and shame before casting a hateful glare at Cornelia. All but Cornelia seemed to notice how truly angry the girl was as she gripped the straps of her backpack so hard her fist shook.
"Ah, Miss Vandom I presume." Mrs. Knickerbocker asked arriving from her office and greeting the redhead. "I've been expecting you."
"Whatever." The girl grumbled, "just call me Will, OK?"
"All right then, Will, if you would please come with me we can provide you with locker number and schedule." Mrs. Knickerbocker said, "As I told your mother over the phone, we will also provide you with some secondhand textbooks for the year.
"Like I'm even gonna use them." Will mumbled as she cast her eyes down not realizing that Irma had spotted a look of pain and defeat in Will's brown eyes.
"Sheesh, rude much?" Cornelia grumbled as she stuck her nose up, walking away from the redhead not caring if she heard her.
"Gee, I don't know, why don't you tell us since you're clearly an expert." Irma replied following after her.
"I'll see you guys later." Hay Lin said as she turned to follow Mrs. Knickerbocker into the office, but was stopped by Taranee.
"Hay Lin, you're not actually planning to spy on them, are you?" Taranee said in surprise, trying to look into Hay Lin's averting eyes.
"O-of course not! I wasn't planning on spying on them; I'm just helping out in the office this semester." Hay Lin explained. She had volunteered to run errands for the faculty being the caring, helpful, girl that she was. Like Taranee, people saw her as a teacher's pet, but, really she just couldn't help lending a hand when she felt someone needed. Whereas Cornelia and Irma could barely pay attention in class and at most offer their silence during lectures.
"Of course you weren't planning to spy," Taranee said with a smirk, "just try not to get caught."
"Don't worry, I won't!" Hay Lin chirped before she blushed realizing she just confessed and hurried off to the office. When Hay Lin entered the office she found it to be empty. She also noticed that the door to Knickerbocker's office was ajar and quickly decided to take a peek at the new girl. Inside she saw the redhead leaning back in her chair across from Principal Knickerbocker who was looking through the thickest file she had ever seen.
"I believe that every student deserves a chance Miss Vandom." Miss Knickerbocker said as she rubbed her temples with her middle and index fingers. "You, however, have already blown your second, third, and FOURTH chances! I am offering you one more chance, one last chance, Miss Vandom. We here at the Sheffield Institute are the last school in this state that still considers accepting you as a student. Not surprising considering your reputation. That being said, please note that I will be watching you Miss Vandom and if I catch you screwing up this last chance of yours I'll expel you so fast it'll make your head spin.
"Well that sounds like fun, let give that a try, shall we?" Will replied, crossing her arms and leaning further back, "SCREW YOU!"
"MISS VANDOM!" Mrs. Knickerbocker nearly yelled with a raised voiced and slammed her hands upon her desk. "Do you really intend to get expelled on you first day?"
"Don't even bother trying, Hay Lin." Ms. Parker said to Hay Lin as she entered the office. "That girl is nothing but trouble. She been kicked out of multiple schools, caught drinking, doing drugs and driving not only without a license but while under the influence. One more arrest, and they'll try her as an adult and send her away for a long time."
"W-well, maybe she just needs a friend? Someone will keep her out of trouble." Hay Lin suggested as she backed away from the principal's office and started to prepare the coffee.
"I know you mean well honey, but the only thing that'll convince her to stay out of trouble is a stint in juvenile hall, if not prison. I'm afraid she's a lost cause." Ms. Parker answered sadly, "I can't say I've ever seen anyone as screwed up as her, except perhaps in a made-for-tv movie. And even those didn't have a happy ending."
"May she's just lonely or something. I still think a good friend can make all the difference in the world." Hay Lin proclaimed, looking back at the office.
'She can't be that bad.' Hay Lin thought look back at the principal's door. 'Heatherfield's such a nice town and I'm sure with the right friend she can turn her life around.'
"I'll take care of the coffee honey," Ms. Parker said as she to a notepad and began writing, "You had better get to class."
"But I still have to read the announcements." Hay Lin said urgently.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but we've had complaints from parents about students being more that a little late to classes." Ms. Parker explained, "I'm afraid we won't be having student assistants this semester. Mrs. Knickerbocker or I will be making the announcements this semester."
Principal Knickerbocker's door slammed open as the redhead storm out with her arms and backpack loaded with textbooks.
"Stupid school." Will growled as she stomped past Hay Lin and Ms. Parker and walked off into the hallway, ignoring Knickerbockers protest about her behavior. "Stupid books, stupid teachers," Will continued as she pushed past several students in the hall, "Stupid dorks!"
"See sweetie," Ms. Parker said with a sigh, "Nothing but trouble." She then handed Hay Lin the note she had written, "Here is an excuse in case your tardy, now hurry off to class."
Hay Lin sighed as she hurried out of the office to her locker.
WITCH
The girls saw Hay Lin enter Mr. Collins' History class with an excuse for her tardiness before taking her seat next to Irma. Irma thought it was strange that Ms. Parker had made the announcements moments before Hay Lin walked in.
"What happened Hay-Hay" Irma whispered to Hay Lin.
"There aren't gonna be any student assistants this semester because of some grouchy rents." Hay Lin grumbled, as she pulled out her school supplies for class.
"Well that sucks, I was hoping you might overhear some juicy gossip this term." Irma said as she saw the redhead from before enter the class. She gave Mr. Collins a couple slips of paper, one was clearly her class schedule and the other, Irma guessed, was a tardy excuse.
"Well class, looks like we have a new student." Mr. Collins said, "This is Wilhelmina Vandom."
"Will." The redhead grumbled.
"Excuse me?" Mr. Collins asked as he blinked in confusion.
"What are you deaf, I said Will. My name is Will, stow that Wilhelmina crap." Will said cause Mr. Collins to recoil is shock from Will's abrupt response.
"Well Will, would you like to tell the class a little bit about yourself?" Mr. Collins asked trying to regain his composure.
"Sure, I already hate this school, its teachers, its students and I can't wait to get out of this place." Will answered as she walked over to the only empty seat in class right next to Irma. Mr. Collins opened and closed his mouth several, but failed to think of anything to chastise Will for such rude behavior.
"I'm going to cut you some slack this time Miss Vandom, because it's your first day here, know that if you keep this attitude up I will have sent to detention afterschool." Mr. Collins said finally staring at the redhead. Other student also looked over at her, including one carrot top names Uriah whose look of approval was not only for her attitude but for physical assets.
"As if I care," Will replied staring back at her new teacher. Mr. Collins returned to his desk and began gathering some papers.
"Okay class; please pass up last night's homework." Mr. Collins requested as he replaced each stock of homework for an equal number stapled handouts.
"I had intended this as a study aid that we'd start together in preparation for our next test." Mr. Collins explained. "But I'd like to have a better understanding of where our new student is, so I hope you're all prepared for what is now a pop quiz.
Nearly the entire class gave off a collective groan before glaring at the new redhead who was to blame for this quiz.
Will sat sheepishly at her desk suddenly very self-conscious as her classmates stared at her. She had tried to act tough hope it would earn her some measure of respect, or at least scare a few people from mess with her. But clearly it had backfire as no one respected her attitude or feared her, but rather they hated her just as everyone else hated her.
WITCH
Hay Lin jumped a little when Cornelia slammed her tray down onto the cafeteria table. Clearly she was upset about something, but whatever it was Hay Lin knew she was only exploding like this because Elyon was absent.
"Aww, what's wrong Corny, something got your goat." Irma joked looking at Cornelia's reaction. "Perhaps, say, a five foot ninety eight pound redhead?"
"I just can't believe HER!" Cornelia spat out losing her composure in front of her fellow students. "I mean, can you guys believe her. And that stupid quiz, if only she just keep her mouth shut. If I failed that quiz I'll…errrgh."
"Calm down Corny it not that big a deal." Irma replied, "If anyone should be upset it me, I'm pretty sure I bombed it. What the two of you, Hay-hay, Taranee?"
"I pretty sure I passed but I doubt I got higher than a B on it." Taranee said reasonably.
"Why are we worried," Hay-Lin said optimistically "quizzes are like what, ten percent of our final grade. So what if we didn't get our usual grade it's probably one maybe two points off our final grade. I'm sure I'll pass with a decent grade."
"I'll be right back!" Hay Lin chirped, as she noticed the redhead Irma had mentioned stepping into the lunch line and decided to try reaching out to the new girl. Hay Lin had had two classes with the girl Will and had taken notice of something most ignored. As angry and rude as Will acted, something laid beneath the surface. A sadness and loneliness than Hay Lin refused to leave alone.
"Where are you going?" Taranee asked watching her friend make her way back to the lunch line.
"I'm off to make a new friend." Hay Lin replied back as she continued one her way.
"Hi Will," Hay Lin greeted as pleasantly as she could.
"What do you want?" Will asked angrily, glaring at Hay Lin. Hay Lin recoiled at the redhead reaction, surprised that a simple hello would warrant such aggression.
"Well… I was…" Hay Lin stuttered before composing herself, "I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my place after school. My family owns The Silver Dragon, a Chinese restaurant, and my friends and I sometime hang out there to eat and study. My grandma makes the best almond cookies."
Will was surprise at the invitation and started to crack a smile, but immediately hardened her expression and restored her glare with her big brown eyes.
"Screw You!" Will snapped, hurting Hay Lin's feelings. "Did you really think I'd believe you wanted to be friends with me? What's the joke does your family really own a restaurant? Is there even such a place as The Silver Dragon? Maybe you expect me to show up and find no ones even hear of you, or maybe I'll meet at one of the tables where you pretend you don't know me or that I'm harassing you and get me thrown out! You think that's funny?"
"No! I'm serious Will. Listen why don't you join us after getting some food and I'll introduce you to my friends." Hay Lin said pointing over to her friends who were shocked at what they were seeing. "I'm sure we'll get along and then we'll get together at The Silver Dragon."
"Whatever" Will sighed as her expression softening but not looking very hopeful, "I guess I'll think about it."
"Great, I'll be waiting for you." Hay Lin exclaimed with a grin before hurrying back to the table was Will went up to get her lunch. Sitting back down at the Hay Lin failed to notice Cornelia's angry glare.
"What was that about?" Taranee asked, a little shocked at Hay Lin's behavior. Hay Lin's always been the friendliest of the group, but she usually shied away from confrontation. She couldn't believe Hay Lin had actually talked to the new girl who had done nothing but badmouth everything and everyone at school.
"I offered to be her friend." Hay Lin explained to her three friends who each sported a look of surprise. She looked up to see Will walking there way and smiled as she said "I asked her to come hang out with us tonight."
"Ugh, you invited the new girl? Cornelia yelled in disgust as Will walked up behind her. Will was clearly upset at the comment and looked at the blonde girl.
"Hey Will, have a seat and meet the girls." Hay Lin said hoping the redhead was still willing to get them a chance.
"Why would I want to seat with losers like you?" Will asked as she walked away to the nearest empty table she could find.
"Wow, great job Corny." Irma said, a little angry with her. Irma didn't blame Cornelia that much since the classes she shared with Will had taught her that the redhead was not easy to get along with. Still she did hate the fact that Cornelia wouldn't even give her a chance.
"What! How was I supposed to know that the freak was right behind us?" Cornelia scoffed. Hay Lin immediately went after Will, tray in hand glare at Cornelia. The girl watch in surprise as Hay Lin made her way over to Will's table and sat with her.
"What the hell do you want?" Will snarled, "Not done making fun of the crack whore?"
"Will please, you aren't a crack whore. And I'm sorry for what Cornelia said?" Hay Lin said sadly, reaching form Will's hand only for her to yank it away.
"Don't give me that bullshit, I saw you in the office this morning. I bet you took a look at my file and shared it with all your prissy little friends." Will argued, "Probably had a good laugh over what you found. Well guess what princess, I don't care what you think. I don't need you and I sure as hell don't need them so fuck off."
"Wh-wh-what? Wait Will." Hay Lin stuttered as Will gather her stuff and left the table and her half eaten tray of food.
"I know your type, pretending to be kind and generous waiting stab me in the back for a laugh." Will called back, "I've had enough of people like you, so just leave me alone or I'll beat the hell out of you."
Hay Lin watched in shock as Will stormed out of the cafeteria. As hurt as Hay Lin was for being chewed out by the redhead she was certain that she saw tears welling up in her eyes. Now more than ever she was certain that this lonely girl needed someone no matter how much she denied it.
WITCH
Will stormed out of the cafeteria, refusing to listen to anymore of that scrawny Chinese bitch's lies. Part of Will actually wanted to believe that girl, and against her better judgment intended to join them for lunch.
'I can't believe I almost fell for it.' Will thought pissed not only at the lies but at her self for believing them for even an instant.
Stalking through the halls she tried to shove the thoughts from her mind as she burst out an exit and into the yard. As she continued aimlessly she noticed a familiar smell. Following the scent around a nearby equipment shed she found the boys hanging out sharing a smoke. There where three boys, actually, two heavyset boys leaning against the shed across a scrawny, spiky haired carrot top with an acne problem sitting on a crate.
They each had a bottle of beer from a six-pack next to the carrot top, the sight of which made Will incredible thirsty. But what really have Will's attention was the joint that they were passing around.
"Heeeyyy, Red," called out the carrot top, as he pulled out another bottle of beer.
"Come on over, names Uriah meet Kurt and Laurent, but we call him Clubber." Uriah said pointing out his friends. "Gotta say girl, I loved the tude you showed in class. Play your cards right and maybe you can be my girl."
"As if you Sonic wannabe." Will said reaching out to take the joint from Uriah, who pulled it out of her reach an took the opportunity to put his around her waist and pull her by his side.
"Aww, don't be mean babe. I know you want it. And I know you need what we got, ain't that right guys?" Uriah said with a smirk at his friends.
"Yeah," Kurt responded "we got anything you could want, we got joints, beer, liquor, coke, and we can even get you heroine and crack if you want."
"We can definitely get you crack. My cousin from your old school told me that you love the stuff." Clubber followed up.
Will's eyes started to sting and not just from the smoke, but from the thought of what they knew about her from Clubber's cousin.
"That's right babe, Clubber's cousin told us all about you. We know you're more than willing to do anything for this." Uriah laughed as he let go of Will and reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sandwich bag with what looked like a few off white chucks of rock. "In fact, you'd be willing screw our brains out for a single piece of this stuff."
Will whimpered as her eyes locked on the baggie of crack, her eyes starting to water as she felt herself weakening. She wanted it so badly, she needed it after going without it for so long. She decide to give up drugs after everything that she had been through, but after today she desperately wanted to get stoned and forget everything.
"Come on Red, show us if that's your natural hair color." Uriah smiled, standing up and pushing Will against the wall and started kissing her, letting his hands roaming around her body, then under her shirt.
Will stood there with her eyes shut tight as tears started falling. Was she willing to do this again? She had promised herself that she'd never let this happen again, but hated everything about today and thought she was ready to break her promise. But was it really worth it? Was this all she was now? Could she go thought this again, knowing where it would lead?
"No," Will whimper, "st-stop it."
"I said stop!" Will yelled pushing Uriah away, "I don't want it and I don't want you!"
"Oh, we'll see about that." Uriah laughed as his friend came up from behind him. Kurt and Clubber each grabbed an arm and pinned Will to the wall. Will struggled to get free but the beefy boys were far too strong to break free from. As she tried to kick Uriah away and the boys holding her, Kurt and Clubber managed to grab a leg lifted her off the ground spread eagle.
"Please don't!" Will cried, tears falling faster than ever, "Let me go, don't do this. Please I'm begging you, don't do this to me!"
"Come on baby, this ain't anything you've never done before." Uriah said stepping up to Will for another kiss. Uriah began groping Will with his hands making their way to her butt and gave them a rough squeeze as he grinded he hard-on against her.
"Help! Someone help me!" Will called out as Uriah pulled away. With a gesture Clubber slid his hand from her arm to around her head and over her mouth, silencing Will's cries.
"Thanks Clubber." Uriah said as he pulled out his bag of crack again and held right in front of Will's eyes. "Calm down Will. If you just quit struggling we'll share a piece with you. Whadaya say, you want some don't cha?"
Will stopped struggling as she started at the baggie. She slowly shook her head "no" but look in her eyes told Uriah she'd be less willful for that little promise. Uriah dropped the baggie and unbuttoned his pants, pleased with how things were turning out. Will began struggling again as Uriah reached for the button on her jeans, but with the energy of someone who was ready to admit defeat.
As Uriah undid Will's button, *CRACK* Uriah fell to the ground grabbing his head with a groan and looked up curious as to what happened.
Standing next to Kurt was a boy about their age, fourteen maybe fifteen, looking down at Uriah with a stern look in his eyes. No one knew where he came from, they had all been so focused on restraining Will they had failed to see someone else join them by the shed.
Will looked up at the boy who had stuck Uriah down. The boy seemed about average height, with a medium build, in his jeans and t-shirt. His stern eyes, casted down at Uriah, were the deepest blue that Will had ever seen. But one odd thing about him stood out much more than his blue eyes and that was his hair. Despite clearly being her age the boy had grey hair, unusually shiny grey hair like spun silver. The boy's stern eyes soften as they meet Will's but immediate turn cold as he cast hard stares at Kurt and Clubber.
"Well now, this is an unpleasant situation." The grey haired boy said in a cold voice, "You boys wanna put the young lady down, before I have to beat you guys down."
"Bet you think you're tough don't you, blindsiding me" Uriah said as he got back up a little woozy. "Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson." Uriah lunged with punch and proceeded to swing wildly at the newcomer.
The boy easily dodged the first punch and was now blocking every punch Uriah threw with ease. The boy stared at Uriah as though he was studying him, not even paying attention to the attacks he was deflecting. Finally with a bored sigh the boy put both his hands behind his back and took an opening, taking a step toward Uriah he leaned to one side dodged another punch, which passed within an inch of his head, and then lunged forward.
*BAM* Uriah went down again with his hands on his face, a little blood trickling down between his fingers. Uriah looked up and with even more anger in his eyes.
"Please, just stay down so this can just end." The boy said wiping a small spot of blood from his forehead which was slightly sore from the impact.
Uriah refused to give in and stood back up continued the fight. Blocking only a couple more swings the boy, he decided to end this quickly and punched Uriah just beneath his ribcage, knocking the wind out of Uriah who collapsed in a fetal position where he remained.
Seeing Uriah go down both Kurt and Clubber drop Will to the ground with a thud. They then began attacking the boy who again dodged and blocked everything they had. They backed the boy near the wall of the shed Kurt and Clubber threw simultaneous punches to the boy's face, who simply bent back and let their fists sail over his head. In that moment the boy reached forward with both hands and grabbing both Kurt and Clubber's shoulders and pulled hard.
With that boy not only pulled himself upright but threw his assailants further off balance leading them both to crash head first into the wall and were both knocked unconscious.
The boy looked at Kurt and Clubber's prone bodies then over to Uriah who seemed to have passed out. He then looked over the redhead on the ground who sat a couple of feet from the baggie of drugs. Will's hands kept reaching for then pulling away from the baggie as the girl was clearly debating whether or not to take it.
He walked over to Will and kneeled down next to next to her who was so preoccupied failed to notice his presence. He grabbed the redhead's wrist as she reached out, yet again, for the bag.
"Now now, this stuff has never done anyone any good." The young boy said in a much kinder voice.
"I-I'm sorry." Will sobbed when her eyes moved from the baggie to her rescuer's eyes. As much as she fought the urge she still wanted the drugs in that bag. A part of her needed to get high, and forget everything that happened and get her mind off of what almost happened. She then looked at the bag in disgust, but part of that disgust was what she felt toward herself.
"Oh God, I almost…" Will continued through the sobs, "I almost let them… oh God I can't believe I…"
"It's okay, it's okay, your alright now" he said softly to Will, "you're going to be alright now. Their not gonna hurt you anymore, and neither is that." The boy pointed to the bag.
"Why don't we just get rid of that crap?" he asked looking in Will's eyes.
"But, I… I need it…" Will sobbed looking back at the bag and her hand that was no longer restrained by the boy own.
"Do you really, honestly?" he asked, "If you really wanted it, really needed it. Wouldn't you have snatched it up and run off long before now? It's poison, garbage, and you know it."
"But… its been my only friend…" Will choked, shaking as she fought the pain and temptation of that little bag with its little rocks. As far as she could remember drugs and alcohol had been her only friends, as well as her worse enemies at the same times. "What am I supposed to do without them? How can I… can I…"
"…dull the pain?" the boy finished with a sigh. "I can't say I'm an expert on friends, but you don't need a friend like this" he said picking up the baggie between his index and middle finger careful not to touch it with his fingertips.
"You need to turn to your real friends and let the people who love and care for you be there without you pushing them away."
"That's a joke!" Will cried, "My whole life is a joke. No one cares about me. I… I don't even care."
"Well I care…" he said kindly, "not that my opinion means much on the whole, but if I can give a rat's ass there's gotta be plenty of other people that genuinely care." He finished nonchalant.
"Is that supposed to be a pep talk?" Will asked surprise at the boy's change in attitude.
"A poorly worded one, yeah." The said boy said standing up and holding out a hand to Will, "The point is, there no one in the world that doesn't have people that care about them. So a cute girl like you will find someone who truly cares, you just need to be willing to give them half a chance."
Will felt a slight blush at his words and took his hand so he could help her up.
'What is going on?' she thought, 'Who is this guy? He shows up out of no where, saves me, act nice to me, and even calls me "cute". This can't be real. This has to be a trick.'
Trick or not, Will found herself wanting to trust him as she absently held his hand for a few moments after he'd already helped her up before letting go of it. The two of them walked away from the three unconscious boys. Near the front of the shed, the boy dropped the bag of drugs into a trashcan and pick up a cell phone that had been set on a sealed trashcan next to the first.
Will look back at the open can and asked, "You're just going to leave it there?"
"Well, I don't want to be carrying that shit around while I look for a gutter or a toilet to flush it down." the boy replied like it was simple logic.
"You're kinda weird… um… what's your name?" Will asked realizing she had no idea who had saved her.
"What do you mean "kinda"? Huh, well, once you get to know me I'll remove all doubt that I'm definitely weird. Oh, and the names Silverio, Silverio Mizuno, but everyone calls me "Silver" cause of my…" Silver said pointing to a lock of grey hair. "So what's your name?"
"Will," she answered, "Will Vandom. You have an interesting name."
"Suuuuure", Silver said looking Will up and down. Will suddenly became self conscious of her body as Silver checked her out.
"You said your names Will?" Silver asked having finished observing her figure.
"Yes"
"Okay, why not." Silver accepting that a girl would be named "Will". "So Will, you might want to consider buttoning yourself up."
Will was confused at this statement until she looked down at herself. While she was still zipped up, her pants were still unbuttoned, from Uriah's attack, and had sled down her hips a little, revealing the top of her pink panties. Will quickly pulled up her pants and buttoned them with a blush of embarrassment that turned into a deeper blush of anger as she noticed Silver smirking.
"You think that's funny, you pervert!" Will shouted. "Hope you enjoyed that, cause you won't be see my underwear ever again. I'm not a whore! I'll never do anything like that ever again."
"Thought never crossed my mind. I know you're not a whore. You're clearly a recovering crack head."
"Don't call me that!"
"Recovering pot head?"
"Or that!"
"Drug addict?"
"STOP…CALLING… ME… NAMES!" Wll shouted with her fists clenched tightly.
"I don't do drugs… any more… ok. So… so stop calling me those things." Will said with a shaky voice that revealed the hurt that she felt was greater that her anger.
"Sorry about that." Silver apologized, "I wasn't really trying to upset you. It's just my nature to piss people off. I joke without thinking about how it would hurt. If you forgive me, I'll promise not call you any names like that."
"You promise?" Will replied hoping he really was sorry.
"Yes, I promise not to call you "crack head", "pot head", "druggie", "Drinky McSmack-Shot."", Silver ended, miming the last name by pretending to drink from a flask then slapping two fingers against the inside of his elbow looking for a vein.
Will just stared at Silver with a look of confusion.
"What?" Silver replied to her gaze, "I couldn't recall any joke names for alcoholics or heroine junkies, ahh "junkie" I won't call you that either."
"You're right. You are DEFINITELY weird. That name is so stupid I think I'd be too confused to be mad." Will said, her anger nearly forgotten. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" Silver asked.
"I've known you, not even five minutes and I've been scared, calmed, upset, angered, confused, and settled all over again." Will was surprised to find herself smiling at the emotional rollercoaster this strange guy had just put her through. "How can you affect me like this?"
"I don't know. It's probably just your withdrawal."
"No it's not withdrawal." Will said suddenly remembering the crack Silver dropped in the trash. She looked by the way they came and was surprised that she didn't have the slightest desire to go back for it.
"You have the weirdest effect on me, Silver." Will said turning back to him.
"You mean aside from pissing you off? That is weird, but I'm betting that just temporary, Wilhelmina."
"Don't call me that!" Will said feeling her anger returning, "And how did you know my name?"
"Yes, got it one try." Silver said, more to himself before answering, "Well, I figured Will was a nickname for Wilma, Willow, or most embarrassing in my opinion, Wilhelmina." He said ending with a smirk.
"Fine, but don't call me that. My name is Will, ok, just Will."
"Naw, I don't think I can agree to that Wilhelmina." He argued with a smile, "I think I've conceded enough for you today, unless you'd like to bring "crack head" back into play, Wilhelmina."
"No, you jerk! You promised not to call me that and no one gets to call me "Wilhelmina!"" Will shouted.
"Okay, okay, I'll keep my promise and I'll stop calling you "Wilhelmina"…
"Good." Will said with a sigh
"… for now." Silver finished.
"Aaaaah." Will growled, "You sure you're not trying to piss me off on purpose!"
"Positive," Silver smiled, "if I was actively trying to piss you off I wouldn't be walking within an arm's length of you."
Will took a few breathes and calmed down again as her clenched fists began to loosen. She continued to walk by Silver wondering why she hadn't even tried to punch him. Even if he was stronger that her, how can she let him get away with everything he said with nothing but a half-assed sorry and a stupid smile.
"You've gotten rather quiet." Silver said breaking the silence while he checked his watch. "If you're giving me the silence treatment it's kind of a waste of time. It looks like the lunch period is almost over, so you should head to class. I should probably get going too."
"Oh, right I forgot." Will replied remembering they were at school. "Um, what class do you have next? Maybe will see each other in class."
"Maybe, but not today since I don't have a schedule yet."
"What, you're not a student here?"
"As of a couple oh hours ago, yeah." Silver answered, "But the principal said my schedule wouldn't be ready until tomorrow morning. I'm just trying to familiarize myself with the school. Good thing too since I that's how I stumbled upon you."
"Oh, so then I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Will said surprising herself with how hopeful she felt at the idea.
"Yeah, I hope to see you tomorrow too. Maybe you you'll have made a real friend by then." Silver smile warmly.
"I was wondering if I already had."
"Really, who?"
"Well, I thought maybe, we might be friends." Will answered, "After what you've done for me, you're the actually the nicest person I've meet today."
"You want to be my friend?" Silver asked with surprise, "Gawd damn, you're desperate!"
"Fuck you!" Will screamed then turned to walk away.
"Hold up, wait." Silver quickly said grabbing Will and turning her around. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that!"
"Whatever, just forget I said anything and stay away from me." Will said trying not to cry.
"No, no, listen you don't get why you're better off without an asshole like me." Silver tried to explain.
"I think I know why I'm better off not having an asshole like you for a friend you bastard." Will spat out in anger. "I can't believe I even bother to ask. You think you're better than me? You think you're too good to for the crack whore."
"No, I'm the one not good enough to have you as a friend."
"Bullshit, I'm not stupid! Don't think you can just lie to me like this." Will continued to shout, "I don't care if you did save me I'm not going to forgive you just for a few empty words so just leave me alone."
"Please just listen to me. I didn't mean to insult you. I honestly would like to be your friend." Silver argued, "But like I said I'm a jackass. I've never had friends before either, not real ones. The closest things I've ever had to friends are good-term associates."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Will said confused at what he was trying to say.
"Associates, you know, someone you know but don't have a strong relationship with." Silver defined, "Their not a friend or an enemy, just someone you casually know like a classmate you never talk to, or someone on the street you nod to occasionally but don't even know their name."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Will repeated, upset that she even bothered to let try to explain.
"What I'm saying is, I'm not use to being close to people emotionally. I tick people off so often most people don't want to deal with me. Most people keep their distance, even bad-term associates that hate me, can't be bothered to mess with me, preferring we just stay out of each others lives."
"So, people don't like you and stay out of you way. At least they don't pick on you." Will said still confused how this was supposed to explain himself.
"I can handle people picking on me, I can handle be ignored, I can't handle people caring about me and expecting me to care about them in return."
"So you're just selfish."
"No, well yeah, but that not it. Even with good-term associates there's a separation that makes having friends… strange."
"Strange? You think having friends is strange?" Will asked still trying to make sense of what he was saying. "You were the one who said I should turn to real friend and now you're saying it strange to have friends."
"I'm not saying it's strange to have friends. It's just strange to even think about ME having friends. You know what the difference is between a friend and a good-term associate is?"
"I wouldn't know."
"Then I'll tell you." Silver started, "A real friend genuinely cares about you and is willing to put up with your problems to help you through them. When you really need them, they'll put your happiness before their own. An associate, a good one, will put up with you as long as it benefits them. They'll work with you, they'll help you out, together you achieve objectives, goals, but the moment you're more trouble than you're worth. They will sell your ass out!"
"And I'm okay with that, I don't want my problems to be a burden to them," Silver paused looking into Will's eyes, "or to you."
"So… what, you think you're protecting me saying we can't be friends?" Will asked still unsure why Silver refused to be her friend.
"I'm…I'm more trouble than I'm worth Will." Silver summed up, "I don't want to go into it but believe me I wouldn't be a good friend to you, or anyone. But I'm sure you'll find better friends than me if you give people a chance."
"Trust me, it's not like you could find a worse friend than me." Silver said with a smirk like he was a hold back a laugh to a stupid joke.
"Trust you? I trusted you a couple minutes ago and you made me feel like an idiot." Will said shocked that he would ask such a thing. "If someone as alone as you doesn't want to be friends with me than what friends will I ever find?"
"I never said I didn't want to be you friend, I just said you would be better off without a friend like me." Silver pointed out, "That's the difference between a couple of friendless fools like ourselves. You deserves friends, I don't. You'll have people that'll love being with you, and I'll keeping pissing people off."
"That's such B.S., so if you're done now I have to go now." Will said refusing to let him get to her again as she started to walk away again.
"Actually I'm not quite done yet there one more thing I'd like to say."
"What!" Will called back.
"I know you probably won't believe me when I say this," Silver stared, "since you're almost as paranoid and cynical as I usually am, but please believe me when I say you really are special Will."
Will immediately turned around and slapped Silver hard on the face. "Don't you dare, don't you dare and pull that "everyone's special" crap on me."
"I'm not talking about everyone Will, I'm talking about you." Silver said ignoring his sore cheek. "I have good instincts Will, and I've always trusted them. And my instincts tell me you really are special. You're standing at the heart of something important Will, and I intend to find out what. I wanna know what makes you so special, and what destiny that lies ahead of you is."
"Whatever, I just don't want to see you ever again." Will said walking off to class.
Silver sighed looking at Will walking away before he turned away to leave. As Silver reached the entrance to the campus he turned and looked toward the building were Will had gone to, then turned to the far side of the school were they left the drugs and three unconscious boys.
"Something's going to happen soon." Silver said thinking out loud with a serious look on his face, "It's not big, but it could still be problematic. Especially to Will, I'm sure of it. Maybe I shouldn't leave just yet."
"Eh, I probably have time for a bite to eat." Silver said with a shrug in a tone like he hadn't a care in the world. With that he walked off campus in search of a decent restaurant.
WITCH
Will's day became rather mundane after her lunch period. Her science teacher had, surprisingly, forgiven her for being late because it was her first day. Part of his lecture had actually been fairly interesting to her, but the rest had left her bored as she usually was in class. She passed the time flipping through the pages of her textbook look at the topics the class would be covering this year and she wonder what she might actually learn about before she was kicked out. The best part of the class was that it actually got Will's mind off of everything that happened during lunch.
Math class, being her worst subject, was uneventful and not worth the effort so Will managed to hide behind her book and sleep through the period with a thankfully dreamless nap. She awoke just before the bell and left the class apparently getting away with her rest leaving Missus Rudolph none the wiser.
English class, however, turned out to be as dull most classes were, leaving Will to think back to all her new painful memories. The girls that had messed with her, pretending they might want to be friends. The jerk who had toyed with her feelings, trying to make her feel special only to leave her feeling as worthless as ever. Those few kind words he had for her were just lies, a trick to try and get into her pants.
And worst of all, she thought about Uriah and his friends and what they had almost done to her. She couldn't believe that those punks knew about what she had done at her old school. Worse than that, they knew her weakness was crack. They tried to exchange those white rocks for sex. But what she hated most about what happened was that part of her wanted that crack, and she wanted to give in to their demands even if it meant having just one piece. It had taken all her willpower not to give in to their desires or to run off with that bag after that jerk came to save her.
What happened next had taken her by surprise, though she should have expected it. Even if no one had stopped them, it wouldn't have been the first time she had been raped. The kind of people she'd hung out with were all too eager to encourage her drinking and drug abuse waiting for the moment when they could force themselves on her. Too many times she'd either given in to their aggressive advances or else found her alone in bed with the knowledge that she'd been violated the night before, often with the bruises to prove it.
Almost as painful as the rape itself, was the shame she felt the following mornings and the taunts from the people that heard the rumors and bragging from her numerous "lovers" as they repeatedly told her "once a crackwhore always a crackwhore." Everyday she struggled trying to prove them wrong only for the allure of her addictions to overpower her resolve.
The only thing in her life to be thankful for was the fact that she had avoided contracting any diseases or getting pregnant. The news was the only solace she had as the police had her checked the last time they had arrested her.
"Okay class," the teacher announced to her class, "I would like you all to take out a sheet of paper and for the next fifteen minutes write a poem describing how you are feeling."
Will didn't have the slightest interest in writing a poem, especially not one about her feelings after everything that had happened to day. Then an idea crossed her mind that would not only piss of her teacher but just might get her in enough trouble to get here expelled. As much as Will wanted to change, she hated this school and wanted to get out. The plan seemed to simple to her, once she got expelled she could try getting a GED then, hopefully, get away from everyone, find a job and start a new life were no one would hurt her anymore. The only one in the world that she would miss would be her mom, but given how distant they'd become, running away would really wouldn't effect their current relationship.
Just as she started writing out the dirtiest limerick she could remember, there was a knock at the door. The teacher went out into the hall for a few minutes, all the while Will just sat looking at the door with a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. The teacher came back into the class room with a grim expression on her face.
"Miss Vandom, please gather your things go to the Principal's office" the teacher said with a disgusted glare that betrayed her calm tone. Will quickly gathered her books and belongings and hurried out of the room to escape her teacher's glare. Will stepped out into the hallway and found Mrs. Knickerbocker waiting for her along with Officer Tom Lair, her parole officer.
"Hello again Will," Tom greeted with a stern look, "we're going to need you to come with us. We have some questions about you trying to sell drugs and soliciting sex to several of your fellow classmates.
'This can be happening!' Will thought hearing the accusation. She was the victim here, she had nearly been raped yet she was being blamed. It was almost exactly like at her last school when her teacher learned the details of her reputations and forced himself on her. When people found out he claimed that she had seduced him and blackmailed him for money to pay for her addiction.
"These allegations had better not be true Miss Vandom." Mrs. Knickerbocker said angrily for she and the officer led the redhead down the hallway.
Author's Notes:
Well, here is the rewrite of the first chapter. I'd like to point out that this story and the original version by W.V. is essentially meant to be the W.I.T.C.H. series altered mainly by a change in Will Vandom's personality and backstory.
Of course my version includes the original character Silver. Silver wants to be nothing but an outside observer but can't seem to stay as distant as he should be.
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First time readers let me know what you think of the story so far.
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Finally, please let me know what you think of my O.C. Silver.
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