That Sounded Much Cooler in My Head
Summary Elizabeth Brooks' favorite color is green,he is green,surly they're meant to be.Too bad he's an insecure,unstable madman of a mutant who wants to end humanity and she's a human with an attitude problem.
Warnings: This story is going to contain coarse language, gore, violence, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, and maybe sexually explicit content some day.
Memo: IMPORTANT!Sorry, but I'm going on vacation. I'll update next Saturday or so. Please enjoy this chapter though it's a bit of a filler. IMPORTANT!
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Chapter Two: It's Raining Men
The now disgruntled nineteen-year-old limped out of the building on her broken sandal, not trusting the sidewalks with her bare feet-thought it would have been a hell of a lot easier to walk-and started back towards her apartment. It was well after nine now and with no bus fare, she was walking. At night. In a pretty big city. With a reasonably high crime rate. Alone.
Damn it.
Elizabeth-jumpy by nature-was all too weary of dark alleyways, and everyone walking. She was a small town girl anyway.
She liked to think that her caution had paid off when she reached her apartment in one piece and shut the door behind her; it was only then that she remembered that she still had to pay rent. Today.
Since she didn't get her paycheck for another four days, the rent money was all she had left. That meant she would be living off ketchup and moldy bagels since she had been putting off her grocery shopping. Well that was great, just great.
Giving a ragged, heavy sigh of annoyance and exasperation, she grabbed her five-hundred dollars in rent and headed down to the front desk.
"Mr. Thomas?" she called, tapping the bell on the desk. It was busted. "Mr. Thomas?" she called again.
Seeing as she didn't want to be here all freaking day-well night, technically-she walked around to the office door. "Hello? I've got my rent money, it's on time for once." There was still no one in sight, but the window was open, and they were in New York in a shit neighborhood so that wasn't really a good thing with no one in the room so she figured she should close it.
A breeze was ruffling the out of place lace curtains that Mrs. Thomas insisted on putting on every window, including those of the tenants. It took a moment of wrestling with it, but the window finally snapped closed. Loudly. Looking out the window onto the street, Elizabeth saw several papers that she was almost positive belonged to her landlords, fluttering around in a general line going away from the window.
She bit her lip, the kind thing to do would be to go out and get the papers and put them back in the office, especially since they might be important.
Elizabeth Brooks was too kind for her own good.
The papers weren't yet scattered to the four winds, so her job wasn't exactly hard, she'd gotten the largest portion of them. She'd jut grabbed up the last bit when she found a gun to her head. "Look here, your going to do what I say, when I say it, with no questions asked. If you do that, maybe I won't kill you."
Well, seeing as between the two of them, he was the one with the gun, that plan sort of worked for her.
However, before the guy could make a move or get another word out, there was a very definite gust of wind and the cracking of bones. In a fraction of a second, he'd been reduced to a bloody pancake on the sidewalk.
"Sorry mate, I saw her first."
'Damn, it's just raining men today, rapist ones, British ones, there everywhere.' Elizabeth had a bit of a humor reflex. Whenever she was stressed or scared or overwhelmed, the reflex would kick in and either force her to find humor in the situation or laugh her head off like a mad woman.
Her 'savior' stepped off the pile of gore, and grabbed her face with one hand, taking a small crinkled piece of paper out of his pocket with the other.
She winced, he had a good grip on her jaw, and she'd once had it broken in three places so she was in a good deal of pain.
"Well, you're a Brooks, she's a Brooks, so much for failed missions; I personally think I see quite the family resemblance." he said smugly.
Elizabeth figured the piece of paper must be a photo.
One really had to wonder how he could think she resembled anything but a fish with the way he was scrunching up her face.
"Guess you should say g'night luv."
"Goodnight, wh-"
A hard punch to the forehead sent the world to darkness.
Bwhahah, this is the first time I've ever written a cliffhanger. I'm so pleased with myself. Still, I know how annoying they can be so I won't have too many. REVIEW please, and a billion thanks to those who have!