Smirking, Megan leaned against the crossing signal, waiting for the light to turn. Every once and a while she would look up and down the streets, searching for a break between cars. Though that came off as pointless, traffic seemed merciless right now. Not that she was in a hurry; she had another couple of hours till her shift at the café. Till then, she'd go home and revel in the quiet which could only come when her roommate was out. Granted, Katherine Tanner was a good roommate, hell she could be classified as a downright decent roommate. Still, her constant chatter was nerve wracking.
When they first met, Megan had attempted to keep Tanner at a distance; she wasn't in Boston to make friends. She was here to make a living and exact revenge. The earlier being the excuse she laid out when Katherine made several attempts to bond via shopping trips and trying to set Megan up on a blind date. Despite that, Kat insisted on being close with her roommate. Meg had little desire to make friends with anyone, she took Katherine's offer for a roommate from an ad in the newspaper, and she couldn't afford the expense of an apartment on her salary at the cafe. She refused to use any of the money taken from the bastards in that way, that stuff paid for weapons. The apartment was nice, clean, and Megan had a decent amount of privacy during the nights due to her roommate's shifts at one of the local bars. In the end, she finally gave into her roommate's desire for friendship, and it resulted in the pair having a rather odd relationship. They never went out shopping or anything of that nature due to their differing schedules, but they chatted more often than not.
Though, having someone like Katherine in her life wasn't all bad, hell, got her the membership at the gym for cheap. One evening, she begged Megan to drop by for a drink at her work. 5 minutes into the place she dropped a guy because he'd made a grab for her ass. Upon seeing this, Kat drove her to the gym the next morning after and introduced Megan to her boyfriend, John. The guy was a physical trainer. Her roommate felt that having all that pent up aggression, and taking it out on real people could not be considered healthy. Oh, if only she knew what Megan got up to at night.
The walk signal flashed, Megan stepped into the street along with a horde of pedestrians. Reaching the other side, she continued on her route home. Groaning at this single thought, she'd be passing the Catholic Church in a couple minutes. Course, it wasn't the church that Mom took her and Linn to on the religious holidays, nevertheless it was a reminder. At times she thought she saw her mother watching from the steps, shaking her head, seeing her as someone who'd strayed from the path of God. Strange, Grania Moore had not been deeply religious in life, but whenever Megan passed that church, Mom was wearing an egg shell blue dress, red hair pulled back, crystal green eyes filled with sorrow at the sight of her youngest daughter. She hated it, Megan always felt like her mother would be disappointed in the life that she'd chosen.
Some days, when she was in particularly bad spirits, Megan went so far as to not even look at the church. She'd simply walk by, left hand up, giving the middle fingered salute. Fuck religion, fuck God, fuck them all! That was her motto, if God was so great where was he when Yakavetta and his goons came into the house. Why didn't he smite the greasy bastard that shot her father through the head? Where the fuck was he when Yakavetta dragged Linn to the other room? Sure, maybe he sent the Saints to take care of that sick fuck, but why didn't he do it when the Cheever family needed them the most. Megan could handle God taking her mother away, she'd been sick, she was in pain… The murder of her father, along with everything else, that, that had been the final straw. God had his chance to help a straying lamb back onto the path righteousness, and he fucked up!
This in mind, Megan passed the church. A grimace on her face, the music practically screaming in her ears, without looking up. Her hand shot into the air, and offered up a glorious salute. This resulted in the staggered glares of church goers. Upon seeing such an act of blasphemy, "how rude she was", "how dare she" were the more polite things said about this angry looking woman. Just before she passed the church up completely, Megan's eyes darted to where she'd seen the image of her mother time and again. There she stood just a virginal and sorrowful as before. In that moment, Megan hissed only loud enough for herself to hear. "You're dead, you can't fucking judge me."
Author's Note: Hello all! Sorry for the delay in posting again, it's finals week for the last term before summer. I hope you understand. Hell, I should be studying right now, I have two finals tomorrow morning. I am also hunting for a new job.
Anyway, I am a bit stuck. I've been wanting to get more and more in Megan/Arianna's head when it came to her life. Honestly, I am trying to figure out how she meets the Saints. I was thinking that they set up an ambush (the only way dear ol' Conner knows how) and try to take her down.
In that case, I would love to hear from my readers on this matter. Reveiw or PM to tell me some of your ideas!
Have a lovely evening all!
Also, for all you Oregonians, Norman Reedus and a few other cast members of the Walking Dead will be in Portland OR in January 2014 for Wizard-Con II. I'll be going again... Shut it, I wanna get my Lil Daryl plushie autographed!
