A/N: Whee, wasn't that fun? WASN'T IT?! Err... yeah. So anywhat, this is chapter two... or is it chapter one? Blahh, prologues always screw up the chapter ordering and such..... Review like mad, you... uh.... storks!! Oh, and i've never hotwired a car before, i was just going by some instructions i found somewhere, so don't laugh TOO hard if i've fouled it all up, which i probably have. *_*
Suggested Music for This Chapter:
-- Let's Run by Le Tigre
-- The Kids Aren't Alright by Offspring
-- Smack My Bitch Up by Prodigy (this one is especially fitting)
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Alina dropped an armful of money on top of her duffel bag, ignoring the glares of the other women in the dressing room.
"I don't understand how she makes so much cash," Candy said, loud enough for Alina to hear. "I mean she's no better than any of the rest of us."
"It's because she's so young," Ariel responded, applying shimmery green eyeshadow. "She can't be older than twenty. Hell, I'd be suprised if she was even eighteen yet."
Candy let her mouth drop open slightly. "No way! That's not legal!" Ariel shrugged.
"Wouldn't be the first I've seen. She's probably a runaway." Candy snickered.
"She musta fucked Dan pretty good to get the job," she whispered loudly. Ariel gave her a withering glare.
"Candy, she can hear you, you know." Candy rolled her eyes.
"Like she doesn't deserve it. She's been nothing but a cold, snobby bitch ever since she came here, no matter how many times I've tried being nice to her."
"She's got problems of her own," Ariel told her, standing up and fixing her hair in the mirror one last time. "You'd be a bitch too if you started stripping when you were that young." Just then, Dan came barging through the door of his office, his face redder than a coke-addict's nose. He stormed over to Alina, who was packing her things into her duffle, and yanked her up by her long, black hair.
"You fucking little mutant whore!" he yelled, throwing her against the row of lockers. She would have screamed, if she hadn't had the wind knocked out of her. She stared up at him in horror for a few seconds, then ran as fast as she could out the back door, snatching up her duffel on the way. Dan fumed for a few seconds while he watched her leave, then returned to his office to find his gun.
Upon getting to the parking lot, she picked up a cinder block that was lying on the ground. Using nearly all her strength, she hurled the heavy object into the back window of the nearest car-- an old pickup which, thankfully, had no alarm. She crawled inside, ignoring the loud pain in her back and the pieces of glass that were now sticking out of various parts of her arms and legs. Feeling around on the floor, she found a large screwdriver. "Yes!" she whispered to herself. She jammed it into the ignition lock cylinder and jerked the screwdriver towards her, trying to pry the whole thing off.
Dan kicked the back door open and looked around the unlit parking lot. "Come out, you little mutant bitch! I know you're hiding out here somewhere!" He began stalking between the rows of cars in the lot, searching for the young middle-eastern girl.
Alina's head jerked in the direction of his voice, which she immediately regretted because it caused her great pain in her back and neck. She ducked her head as low as she could and continued working with the screwdriver. Finally, the cylindar came off with a "snap!" loud enough for Dan to turn his attention in her direction.
Hearning his footsteps crunching on the gravel, Alina tried her best not to panic and screw it up. She felt around for the steering lock switch and, once she found it, pushed it to the right. She peeked out the window and saw Dan looking inside the car next to hers.
"Fuck!" Alina shoved the screwdriver into the space where the ignition lock cylinder used to be and turned it, bringing the car to life.
Dan spun around and was greeted by the painfully bright headlights of a rusty blue Toyota being shined directly into his face. He put a hand in front of his eyes and, knowing that Alina was driving it, shot blindly in the car's general direction. Fortunately for her, he missed.
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"Diana, get your stuff together, we're leaving!"
Diana lifted her head from her pillow and blinked sleepily. "Alina, it's--" she paused to look at the clock on the floor next to their bed. "2:14 in the morning. Can't we--"
"NOW, Diana!" Alina yelled impatiently, carrying two boxes full of clothes out the door. "We're leaving NOW!"
"Ah, crap, not again..." Diana rolled off the old, stinky matress they called "bed" and carried their bedding downstairs as fast as was possible in her less-than-half-awake state. They had been staying in this city for six months now-- that was the longest they'd ever gone without moving. But, as always, Alina had gotten into trouble and they had to move again. They never even bothered to unpack anymore-- everything was kept in cardboard boxes because it made moving that much faster.
"So what'd you do this time, Alina?" Diana asked with a bored tone once they'd gotten out of town. "Sell one of your stripper-buddies some heroin? Steal some clothes? I know you stole a car, because ours broke down weeks ago, and I've never seen this truck before." Alina's honey eyes glared at her quickly before turning their attention back to the road.
"Why do you always assume it's something I did?" she demanded.
"Because it always is!" Diana yelled back angrily, not caring when her chin-length brown hair fell into her eyes. "You and your 'bad girl' urges! You know, this time I was stupid enough to think it'd last! I thought maybe, maybe I'll be able to complete a full year at one school. That maybe you wouldn't get us into trouble again. But, here we are, as usual, with you trying to tell me that it wasn't your fault you did whatever-it-is-that-you-did!"
Alina fumed in her seat. "For your information, my boss beat me up because he thought I was a mutant, then tried to shoot me! I HAD to steal this thing to save my own fucking life!" Then it was silent, save the hum of the truck's engine.
"Really?" Diana asked quietly after a few minutes. Alina snorted.
"No, Diana, not really. We're actually skipping town to get away from the little yellow sloth-like aliens and their flying key-lime pie, complete with disco-lights."
Diana smirked. "You're hopeless," she sighed, looking out the window and watching as the hills rolled by. "So, where we headed?"
"North," Alina said shortly. That was all she knew. Diana sighed again, then suddenly perked up, having been hit by a sudden idea.
"We could go to Bayville!" she chirped. Alina raised an eyebrow.
"Massachusettes...?"
"No no, New York! That's where the X-men live!"
"Not this again," Alina groaned. "Diana, listen to me very carefully. We. Are. Not. MUTANTS!"
"But we've got powers!" Diana whined back. "And we'd have a free place to stay, and I heard that the institute-thingy where they live is HUGE, like a mansion or something!"
Alina rolled her eyes. "Here we go again..." she muttered, only to be ignored as her best friend continued chattering from the seat next to her.
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A/N: If you can read this, you can (and should!) review this fic.
Suggested Music for This Chapter:
-- Let's Run by Le Tigre
-- The Kids Aren't Alright by Offspring
-- Smack My Bitch Up by Prodigy (this one is especially fitting)
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Alina dropped an armful of money on top of her duffel bag, ignoring the glares of the other women in the dressing room.
"I don't understand how she makes so much cash," Candy said, loud enough for Alina to hear. "I mean she's no better than any of the rest of us."
"It's because she's so young," Ariel responded, applying shimmery green eyeshadow. "She can't be older than twenty. Hell, I'd be suprised if she was even eighteen yet."
Candy let her mouth drop open slightly. "No way! That's not legal!" Ariel shrugged.
"Wouldn't be the first I've seen. She's probably a runaway." Candy snickered.
"She musta fucked Dan pretty good to get the job," she whispered loudly. Ariel gave her a withering glare.
"Candy, she can hear you, you know." Candy rolled her eyes.
"Like she doesn't deserve it. She's been nothing but a cold, snobby bitch ever since she came here, no matter how many times I've tried being nice to her."
"She's got problems of her own," Ariel told her, standing up and fixing her hair in the mirror one last time. "You'd be a bitch too if you started stripping when you were that young." Just then, Dan came barging through the door of his office, his face redder than a coke-addict's nose. He stormed over to Alina, who was packing her things into her duffle, and yanked her up by her long, black hair.
"You fucking little mutant whore!" he yelled, throwing her against the row of lockers. She would have screamed, if she hadn't had the wind knocked out of her. She stared up at him in horror for a few seconds, then ran as fast as she could out the back door, snatching up her duffel on the way. Dan fumed for a few seconds while he watched her leave, then returned to his office to find his gun.
Upon getting to the parking lot, she picked up a cinder block that was lying on the ground. Using nearly all her strength, she hurled the heavy object into the back window of the nearest car-- an old pickup which, thankfully, had no alarm. She crawled inside, ignoring the loud pain in her back and the pieces of glass that were now sticking out of various parts of her arms and legs. Feeling around on the floor, she found a large screwdriver. "Yes!" she whispered to herself. She jammed it into the ignition lock cylinder and jerked the screwdriver towards her, trying to pry the whole thing off.
Dan kicked the back door open and looked around the unlit parking lot. "Come out, you little mutant bitch! I know you're hiding out here somewhere!" He began stalking between the rows of cars in the lot, searching for the young middle-eastern girl.
Alina's head jerked in the direction of his voice, which she immediately regretted because it caused her great pain in her back and neck. She ducked her head as low as she could and continued working with the screwdriver. Finally, the cylindar came off with a "snap!" loud enough for Dan to turn his attention in her direction.
Hearning his footsteps crunching on the gravel, Alina tried her best not to panic and screw it up. She felt around for the steering lock switch and, once she found it, pushed it to the right. She peeked out the window and saw Dan looking inside the car next to hers.
"Fuck!" Alina shoved the screwdriver into the space where the ignition lock cylinder used to be and turned it, bringing the car to life.
Dan spun around and was greeted by the painfully bright headlights of a rusty blue Toyota being shined directly into his face. He put a hand in front of his eyes and, knowing that Alina was driving it, shot blindly in the car's general direction. Fortunately for her, he missed.
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"Diana, get your stuff together, we're leaving!"
Diana lifted her head from her pillow and blinked sleepily. "Alina, it's--" she paused to look at the clock on the floor next to their bed. "2:14 in the morning. Can't we--"
"NOW, Diana!" Alina yelled impatiently, carrying two boxes full of clothes out the door. "We're leaving NOW!"
"Ah, crap, not again..." Diana rolled off the old, stinky matress they called "bed" and carried their bedding downstairs as fast as was possible in her less-than-half-awake state. They had been staying in this city for six months now-- that was the longest they'd ever gone without moving. But, as always, Alina had gotten into trouble and they had to move again. They never even bothered to unpack anymore-- everything was kept in cardboard boxes because it made moving that much faster.
"So what'd you do this time, Alina?" Diana asked with a bored tone once they'd gotten out of town. "Sell one of your stripper-buddies some heroin? Steal some clothes? I know you stole a car, because ours broke down weeks ago, and I've never seen this truck before." Alina's honey eyes glared at her quickly before turning their attention back to the road.
"Why do you always assume it's something I did?" she demanded.
"Because it always is!" Diana yelled back angrily, not caring when her chin-length brown hair fell into her eyes. "You and your 'bad girl' urges! You know, this time I was stupid enough to think it'd last! I thought maybe, maybe I'll be able to complete a full year at one school. That maybe you wouldn't get us into trouble again. But, here we are, as usual, with you trying to tell me that it wasn't your fault you did whatever-it-is-that-you-did!"
Alina fumed in her seat. "For your information, my boss beat me up because he thought I was a mutant, then tried to shoot me! I HAD to steal this thing to save my own fucking life!" Then it was silent, save the hum of the truck's engine.
"Really?" Diana asked quietly after a few minutes. Alina snorted.
"No, Diana, not really. We're actually skipping town to get away from the little yellow sloth-like aliens and their flying key-lime pie, complete with disco-lights."
Diana smirked. "You're hopeless," she sighed, looking out the window and watching as the hills rolled by. "So, where we headed?"
"North," Alina said shortly. That was all she knew. Diana sighed again, then suddenly perked up, having been hit by a sudden idea.
"We could go to Bayville!" she chirped. Alina raised an eyebrow.
"Massachusettes...?"
"No no, New York! That's where the X-men live!"
"Not this again," Alina groaned. "Diana, listen to me very carefully. We. Are. Not. MUTANTS!"
"But we've got powers!" Diana whined back. "And we'd have a free place to stay, and I heard that the institute-thingy where they live is HUGE, like a mansion or something!"
Alina rolled her eyes. "Here we go again..." she muttered, only to be ignored as her best friend continued chattering from the seat next to her.
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A/N: If you can read this, you can (and should!) review this fic.