As I said in the last chapter, this is a spin off of not only the first chapter of this book, but my friend's fanfiction, Flight of the Mockingbird. Just to be clear, Sweet Tooth is a villan from Holy Musical B tman and is one of the central characters in this story. Natalia has just been introduced and so on. Please Read and REVIEW! It would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!
Chapter Six: Time to Find the Past in the Present
It was barely past dawn when faint light stirred Margie from a fitful night's sleep. Her parent's voices still reverberated against her skull, but the headache from the night before had downgraded to a slight pressure across the bridge of her nose. Slowly she sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She had a hankering for a swig of something strong. Bourbon would most likely do the trick. Her sluggish movements cost her time; the owner of the potato factory would be arriving within the hour. She carefully hid the remnants of her 'bedroom' before exiting the alley with the company of her mother, her father, her wand, and the two other musketeers found in her boots – a sleek knife and a short, sturdy dagger.
Each step took her hunger for a strong drink to a new level. Her mouth was sticky from sleep and leftover nightmares of Wolverine chasing her and slashing through her throat. Each step brought pain in her thighs and hamstrings; she was too distracted to notice, though. Posters were strewn everywhere throughout the city, covering the buildings and littering the streets. It looked as if someone had dropped confetti on Gotham. Margie, out of sheer curiosity, wrenched one free from the mass covering the nearest building. The front advertised a reenactment of the famous Sweet Tooth's downfall which had occurred over the weekend.
"Has it seriously been five years since then?" Margie wondered aloud.
"Five years is a long time, you know," a voice sounded from the shadows of a nearby alley, causing Margie to instinctively draw her wand and unsheathe her dagger. "Well, looks like someone is a little high strung," the voice taunted. "You might think to keep that wand away. Some people might start to get the wrong ideas."
Margie strained her eyes in order to see the shadow of the person speaking. The shadow moved out into the open, and there stood an average looking man. His looked polished, clean cut. His blonde hair was styled in a modern fashion and his pants were obviously part of a suit. Only two things were out of place – his bright blue eyes gave off an uneasy sense of mischief (something Margie could relate to), and under his rolled up shirt sleeves were chocolate colored burns. They wound up his forearms and disappeared under his shirt. Margie attempted to calculate if the man would attack, but it was difficult for her to decide with her mother telling her to kill him with the Killing Curse and her father's rejoicing at the fact that this man was an old friend.
"Are you mute, Starburst?" the unfamiliar man scoffed, "Or are you mute and deaf?"
Margie shook her head, "Ask the question again. And hurry, I can have you dead within two seconds."
"Like I'm scared of your stick, Dove. Think again." He smirked, toying with her, but Margie stood her ground, unwavering. "As I was saying, you look like a girl who needs a home and someone to act as a fatherly figure. Do you take the offer, SweetTart?" It was Margie's turn to scoff.
"I don't appreciate your offer, and I will happily decline." She snorted and spat a wad of spit at the stranger's feet. "Take that as your 'payment' or whatever you want."
The man smiled and shrugged, "If you ever change your mind, here's my card. Just ask for Samuel Travis. My people will know how to reach me… in any situation." The stranger turned and sauntered down the alley he had come from, leaving Margie standing with a piece of paper in her hands.
She looked down and read the card. It was clearly home-made, with cramped handwriting that resembled her own uneducated hand.
Samuel Travis: Candy Enthusiast
Tasting the rainbow one candy at a time
Margie re-read the card, making sure she had read it correctly. It couldn't be. No, Sweet Tooth had died five years ago in a vat of melted chocolate. What a pleasant way to die. Margie shook her head and focused her attention back on to the green flyer. She studied it for a few seconds before her mood turned sour. Standing in the middle of the picture, dressed in ballet shoes, a leotard, and an ever so familiar smile, was Natalia Jordyn, Margie's arch nemesis.
"You have got to be kidding me," Margie swore under her breath. "Hasn't that bitch been adopted yet?" Margie and Natalia had grown up in the same orphanage. Though Natalia didn't pose a threat to the physically superior Margie during that time, she had a special weapon. Natalia could charm anyone and get her way. This one sided hatred drove Margie to commit heinous acts of violence during the days when she had lived in the orphanage. All she heard during her time was Natalia this, Natalia that, Natalia is such a sweetheart, oh Natalia. It was a miracle Margie was thrown out before she could dispatch her fists on the inferior girl's unsuspecting face.
Margie tightened her grip on the flyer, crumpling it into a two sided fan, like the ones she used to make as a child. She turned down the street and headed towards Miss Abigail's Home for Orphan's to make a surprise appearance for her childhood foe. She had forgotten about her desire for a shot of bourbon.