A/N;; And this is where it hopefully gets interesting. Hopefully… Super-frreaking-hopefully…
PS: Viktoriya is the Russian, Bulgarian, and Ukrainian version of Victoria.
Making Fiends © Amy Winfrey
Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliché © Escape the Fate
Chardonnay © Myself
Josiah, Bonita © Rhe'anne Lynn
Miette © pubutte'GO
WARNING: Suicide, Russian roulette, lots o' swearing, OOC-Vendetta to the MAX…
"Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette.
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.
Out from the window see her back dropped silhouette.
This blood on my hands is something that I won't forget."
-"Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliché" by Escape the Fate
FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL
"The meeting is now in session." A smirk fell across the man's dark lips. "What shall we do for initiation?" He pulled out a revolver, and filled it with a single bullet. "This is how it goes." He spun the cylinder, held the gun to his head, and clicked. A deathly silence filled the air.
"I- I…" One girl was stuttering.
"You put the gun to your head, and pull the trigger. If you fail to do so, you go sit in that corner. If you get the bullet, well… We all know what happens. If you don't get the bullet, pass it on. Before you fire, spin the revolver's cylinder." He held the gun to the stuttering girl. "You first."
"I can't!" He forced the gun into her hand. She hakily spun the cylinder and then tried to hand it back. "No!"
"You will. Or I'll keep firing until it gets to you." The girl shook as she raised the barrel to her head, and shakily pulled the trigger.
Click.
"See? No worries." He passed it to a young boy, who spun, and pulled the trigger, with nothing following.
It had gone to two more people before reaching her. She smiled a bit, soothing her silky shirt, spinning the cylinder, and just kept doing so. "A risk taker?" She replied and says nothing, moving her brown-black hair back and putting the trigger toward her tan skin, her amber eyes wild with adrenaline.
CLICK.
She smiles in success, and passes it to the boy next to her. He spins, and pulls.
BANG!
He falls off his chair, and the girl's smile widens. "Bang, bang," the leader cooed.
"You're dead," the rest said. He smiled at the five left.
"Welcome to the club," he grins. He opens the door, and smirks. "See you after school." The five exit into the dim light of the basement of the school, and climb up the stairs into the abandoned hallway. The girl who was scared hurried to her locker, and the three boys talked quietly and walked away. The tan girl was still smiling widely, and began to walk to her locker. Just as she reached it, the doors flew open and a bunch of kids flew in. She frowned, slamming her locker as she pulled out her literature book, the only class she was attending today, and began to walk.
On her way, she ran into someone. She didn't know, who, but it didn't matter. "Watch where you're fucking going, you little whore!" The girl pushed the other away, and walked off.
Charlotte's eyes widened in shock. Was that…
Maggie Delano?
That couldn't have been her. She locked sick, dirty, her hair was just messy. But… Still… It looked a lot like Maggie. She seemed to act Maggie-like…
"Hey! Oh! My God, I'm sorry! Are you alright?"
Shaking her head, she realized she had been knocked to the floor on accident. She looked up at the pale-ish hand and the odd accent to see…
Vendetta Zahari?
This couldn't be Vendetta! Vendetta, first off, HATED the color PINK. Here she was, wearing a white-and pink halter top, a white skirt with pink frills, and pink heeled sandals. Her hair was long, straight, black-brown, and her bangs were seprated from her hair with a pink headband with white polka dots.
In other words, she was girly and nice.
"Oh my God! Did you hit your head?" Charlotte shook her head, and finally formed the question she needed to ask.
"VENDETTA?" The girl blinked, and threw her head back and laughed. Her hazel eyes were filled with tears.
"Oh, silly! Vendetta was a stupid little name I got from a book when I was little and just plain nasty." She helped up Charlotte, and smiled. "My given name is Viktoriya." Charlotte clicked her tongue.
"Oh," she mumbled.
"I saw that awful Delano girl run into you! Don't mind Margret, she's very… Off."
"Ven- Viktoriya." The girl stopped babbling for a minute to meet her eyes. "Don't you recognize me?" Charlotte forced a fake smile.
"Ahh- Am I suppose to?" Charlotte was about to force out the fakest giggle, when suddenly, a pale, dishwater blonde girl with thin and straight blonde hair. Her light freckles were brought out by blush, and she was wearing a short black skirt, and a red tube top. Her legs were short, and her body was a bit on the heavier side, but not like, full blow fat.
"Hello, Vendetta."
"Viktoriya." Charlotte's eyes widened. "What do you want, Marion Daker?"
That was not Marion. "Well, I was going to invite you to my party- Buuut- NO ONE LIKES YOU!" Three girls appeared behind her and began to laugh along with Marion. Vendetta- Err, Viktoriya… Rolled her eyes and tugged on Charlotte's arm.
"I don't care."
"You will care when I tell you," Marion chuckled with evil delight. "Grudge will be there."
"Wha- What?" Viktoriya's eyes widened. The four girls smiled and walked off, and Viktoriya glared.
"Viktoriya?" The blonde girl with pure blue eyes asked. Viktoriya clenched her hands into fists, and frowned.
"Nice meeting you." The girl stormed off as the bell rang.
Sitting in third period literature, Charlotte tapped her pencil against her desk, forcing a faux-smile on and humming softly to herself.
She glanced over at the girl three seats ahead of her, and noticed it was Maggie Delano. Maggie kept her head down, and was shaking violently, cursing randomly at little things.
"…What I want you to do is partner up and get to know one another." After she said this, students ran across the room. Charlotte was about to approach Maggie (she never knew Margret was her real name) when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned to face the tall, bright red head boy with green eyes.
"Hey!" he smiled. "Name's Mal."
"Charlotte. Charlotte Rose." His eyes seemed to widen.
"Oh… Hello, Charlotte." Charlotte nodded and she retook her seat and Mal moved a desk over by her. His eyes glanced onto Maggie, who was partner-less. "I almost feel bad for her," he told Charlotte.
"What?"
"Maggie May Delano." He smirked with demented delight. "The girl's a total tweaker. She's on all these drugs and drinks like a fish. She's a loner. No one talks to her 'cause of her shady blood ties."
Charlotte remembered that. When they were younger, Mort had asked Maggie out on a date. Maggie rolled her eyes and said "Hell no." Mort was persistent, and Maggie had beat him up on the playground and threatened to send her cousins after him if he didn't back off.
Needless to say, Mort didn't need any more convincing. "Oh."
"Just stay away from her. Margret May Delano is a freak." Then, a loud rapping sound was heard from her desk, and the girl stood up.
"FUCK YOU, ELISE!"
"Miss Delano!"
"I'm tired of your shit!" Maggie didn't face him, but she was shaking so bad, she needed to grip her desk. "You say all these lies about me, and you've hated me since we were thirteen!" Charlotte stayed silent.
"Margret Delano, to the office! NOW!" After a fit of cussing, she violently left the room. Charlotte's heart pounded, and Mal's eyes glanced over.
"See what I mean?" he pointed out. "Total freakin' tweaker." Her lips tugged into a frown, and a few minutes later, a bell rang.
"Tomorrow we'll start working on-." Charlotte blocked out the voice and thought about everything. Mal Elise was Malachi. Vendetta's real name was Viktoriya? Marion was hanging out with two ex-Fab Four members AND Adriana Rodriguez? This Clamburg was scary and different.
She wondered what other changes were around here.
Hmmm. And little subplots reveal themselves.
Yeah. This story was waaaaay better in my head. But I'll keep trying to make it better! I promise!
It's bedtime. It's like 3 A.M. the hell?
-DAM
