The End?
Donovan wakes up with a hell of a headache. She groans and rubs her head, then realizes that she is wearing a long white night gown and lying on a soft queen sized bed. She feels her face and manages a smile. I never thought I'd be so excited to feel that stony texture. She traces the thin lines that stand out on her cheek and neck. Scars on rock…
"Oh, thank God! You're awake!" a deep voice exclaims. Donovan looks up and sees a handsome man standing above her. He has a very big grin on his face and he's holding a tray with a bowl of oatmeal on it. "I didn't know what kind of food you'd like, so I made something easy. I can make something else if you want."
"This is great, thank you," Donovan says gratefully. Her stomach is growling loudly. She blushes and takes the tray. She begins to eat ravenously. "Thank you so much!"
"My pleasure. Name's Warren Worthington III," the man says. He runs a hand through his light blond hair and smiles again.
Donovan almost chokes. "Worthington? As in Worthington Enterprises?"
"Yeah. My dad's business, really, but I'm going to be taking over when he reties soon," Warren says. "What's your name?"
"Oh! I'm Donovan Milady," Donovan says. "Where am I?"
"My apartment in New York City. I found you in an alleyway covered in blood and vomit. First I thought you were the punk that had stolen my wallet but when I looked closer, I saw that you're a mutant. The guy that took it was human. Well, he looked human anyway. Some of us are lucky enough to have that advantage."
Donovan looks at him intently. "Some of us..?"
Warren pulls off the blazer he's wearing, revealing white, feathery wings. He stretches them out. "I have these but I can fold them to my back pretty easily."
Donovan sighs. "I used to look human. But now my mutation's permanent. Thanks to… to…"
"The punks that beat you up and threw you in that gutter?" Warren supplies helpfully.
Donovan is confused. "Is that what happened?"
"Looked like it. Did something else happen?" Warren asks.
Donovan thinks for a long time. She shakes her head finally. "I guess not. I'd remember it if something else did, right?"
"Not if you've got amnesia," Warren replies. "I'll call a doctor to have you checked out."
"Thanks but I don't think that's necessary. I feel okay and I remember lots of other things about myself. I'm nineteen and from Boston. Thrown out when my mutation was discovered and have been living on the streets since. I just can't remember the last few days," Donovan says.
Warren smiles. "Well, you're welcome to stay here with me as long as you'd like. My girlfriend, Candy Southern, already knows that you're here and is okay with that. We can always use a roommate," Warren chuckles.
Southern? Donovan's mind struggles to remember something but it's too far off. She shakes her head uneasily. "Thank you so much, Mr. Worthington."
"Warren, please," Warren corrects her. He stands up. "I'll get you some more to eat and then we can discuss what to do with you, all right?"
"Thank you so much," Donovan repeats gratefully. She lets Warren take her empty bowl and walk away. She smiles to herself. Whatever I've forgotten, it must have been horrible to be blocked out. I think I like this better.
So Donovan decides to stay with Warren for as long as he'll have her there. She'll figure out what to do with herself as she gets better accustomed to her new situation.
A/N: How was that? My first fan fiction!! If you like it, I have tons more ideas about what to do with Donovan Milady, including other aspects to her mutation that are slightly hinted at throughout the story. Review and let me know what you think and I'll write more! Thanks for reading!!