~Shadow~Singer~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Four
"She had *wings?" Max narrowed her eyes in disbelief as she leaned
forward slightly over the table. Terry nodded, his eyes dark, with
cirlces under them; he had gotten barely two hours sleep last night.
Although he was used to such little snooze time, sometimes none at all,
it was the fact that he was unable to shake the uneasy feeling of
impending...something. That was what was really zapping him.
The two were unable to discuss the previous evening's events any further,
however, because just then a familiar, black haired girl walked up with
a big grin on her face.
"Konbanha!" She chirped cheerfully.
"Youkoso!" Max replied with a smile as Cynthia slid into the booth
beside Max.
"Translation, please?" Terry raised an eyebrow as the girls giggled.
"Konbanha = Good evening," Cynthia supplied.
"And Youkosu is basically a friendly, enthusiastic welcome," Max added.
Before anyone could say anything else, a waiter came to take their
order, but Cynthia waved him away with an apology an the explanation to
both the waiter and Terry and Max that she had already eaten.
"So, how's life?" Terry asked. A dark shadow passed over Cynthia's eyes,
but it was quickly gone.
"Good!" She chirped. "Daddy booked a vacation for my stepmom and me to
go to Hawaii for a few weeks, since life around the manor has been
getting pretty stressfull, with Daddy being the new mayor and all."
"The new mayor?" Terry's eyes widened, and Max looked smug.
"Oh, didn't you know Ter?" She said 'innocently.' "Cynthia's last name
is McCain. Daughter of Richard and the late Makura McCain."
"Mama died when I was five, and Daddy remarried last year," Cynthia
explained. "To Dorla Groove." She spat the name as if it were a
poisoned curse.
"They don't get along," Max leaned forward, and put up her right hand
to Cynthia on her left, putting her hand to the corner of her mouth,
palm facing Cynthia as she mock whispered the words.
"Understatement," Cynthia snorted. She blew a strand of her ebony black
hair, the ends curled artfully, out of her face. Her hair sparkled with
the movement, revealing the prescence of purple, luminescent hair
glitter.
"Hey, where'd you get the hair glitter?" Max inquired, noticing the
sparkle as well. Cynthia blinked, as if she had been pulled from deep
thought.
"Oh!" She said, and apologized for her lack of mental prescence. "I got
it at the Neo Body Shop. They have a huge selection! First they have
glitter, sparkle, pearlescent, luminescent -what I have- then they have
soooo many different colors, and-"
"Hiya, cutie," A voice that Terry knew all to well suddenly interruopted
Cynthia's rant. Terry's head whirled to see one of the most hidiously
grinning faces anyone could hope -or dread- to see in person.
The Joker.
Terry suppressed a groan as he realized that while he had been semi-
out of it, at least twenty Jokerz had poured into the diner, and were
now having a blast vandalizing the customers and flirting with the
better looking guys and girls. And apparently Cynthia had caught the
eye of the leader of the whole kit and kaboodle.
Cynthia looked him up and down, and both Max's and Terry's eyes widened
as she got a sinister, mischieviously cat like expression on her face,
a sly smile turning her lips into a pert little smirk while her eyes
glittered.
She walked up to the Joker until there was barely room for air to pass
between them. She tilted her body up on the balls of her feet to meet
the purple suited, white faced, big grinned villain in the eye.
"Hi..." It was only one word, but her tone was so low and seductive half
the men in the room turned to jelly. Terry reacted as well, but rather
differently...
*FLASH!*
"Certainly," She smiled impishly. Terry narrowed his red-slited eyes.
He knew that sort of tone, and he knew what was coming next...
"If you can catch me!"
*FLASH*
"Well, hi right back at you, sweetums," The Joker, as imposing as ever,
took the initiative and wrapped his arms firmly and possessively around
Cynthia's waist, one just above her backside in the small of her back,
the other bending at the elbow to go up along her backbone, his hand
spread out between her shoulderblades to push her against him.
Terry narrowed his eyes. For some reason he was having a hard time not
leaping up and tearing out the purple clad villain's throat right then
and there.
He never got the chance however, for before anyone could move a muscle,
Cynthia reached up, grabbed the Joker's dark green, nearly black hair
and brought his face down to smash his lips onto hers forcefully.
The other Jokerz cheered, Terry saw red, and Max moved to stand, a
ceramic plate in hand, most likely ready and waiting to smash over
both the Joker's *and* Cynthia's head.
Before either moved, however, the Joker suddenly convulsed, froze, his
arms going rigid, then limp as he fell away from Cynthia and collapsed
the the floor, writhering in pain.
A dagger hilt protruded from his guts, blood pooling around him as his
eyes went wide, then blank.
Cynthia calmly walked back to the table, took out a wad of napkins from
the napkin dispenser, and wiped the blood from her hand as if it were
ketchep while the Jokers hastily gathered up their fallen leader and
quickly dissappeared.
Cynthia moved, her eyes downcast and her face expressionless, to leave,
and Terry finally rose to his feet and grabbed her wrist, whirling her
around to face him.
"What the hell do you think you just did? And where are you going?"
*Let go of me...*
Terry recoiled sharply, eyes wide.
"What the..." Before he could gather his wits, Cynthia whirled, hair
glitter shimmering, and fled the diner.
That voice...
It had been in his head...
It had definately been Cynthia's, that was for sure.
But it had been telepathic...
What was going on?
To Be Continued....
Sorry this took so long to get out! I was super sick, bed ridden, almost
in the hospital ill. I was barely fit to walk, let alone write, so thats
my explanation! Anyhoo, here it is! Better late than never, right? It's
a little longer than usual, I hope... If not then at least its a little
more action packed... I hope...
*sigh* Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review!
-Alexia Goddess
P.S. If you like the alluring, mysterious aura of my fic, then go to
the page of the author Azhure and read her story 'The Emerald.' Its
completely original, and completely amazing. Ja! -Alexia
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Four
"She had *wings?" Max narrowed her eyes in disbelief as she leaned
forward slightly over the table. Terry nodded, his eyes dark, with
cirlces under them; he had gotten barely two hours sleep last night.
Although he was used to such little snooze time, sometimes none at all,
it was the fact that he was unable to shake the uneasy feeling of
impending...something. That was what was really zapping him.
The two were unable to discuss the previous evening's events any further,
however, because just then a familiar, black haired girl walked up with
a big grin on her face.
"Konbanha!" She chirped cheerfully.
"Youkoso!" Max replied with a smile as Cynthia slid into the booth
beside Max.
"Translation, please?" Terry raised an eyebrow as the girls giggled.
"Konbanha = Good evening," Cynthia supplied.
"And Youkosu is basically a friendly, enthusiastic welcome," Max added.
Before anyone could say anything else, a waiter came to take their
order, but Cynthia waved him away with an apology an the explanation to
both the waiter and Terry and Max that she had already eaten.
"So, how's life?" Terry asked. A dark shadow passed over Cynthia's eyes,
but it was quickly gone.
"Good!" She chirped. "Daddy booked a vacation for my stepmom and me to
go to Hawaii for a few weeks, since life around the manor has been
getting pretty stressfull, with Daddy being the new mayor and all."
"The new mayor?" Terry's eyes widened, and Max looked smug.
"Oh, didn't you know Ter?" She said 'innocently.' "Cynthia's last name
is McCain. Daughter of Richard and the late Makura McCain."
"Mama died when I was five, and Daddy remarried last year," Cynthia
explained. "To Dorla Groove." She spat the name as if it were a
poisoned curse.
"They don't get along," Max leaned forward, and put up her right hand
to Cynthia on her left, putting her hand to the corner of her mouth,
palm facing Cynthia as she mock whispered the words.
"Understatement," Cynthia snorted. She blew a strand of her ebony black
hair, the ends curled artfully, out of her face. Her hair sparkled with
the movement, revealing the prescence of purple, luminescent hair
glitter.
"Hey, where'd you get the hair glitter?" Max inquired, noticing the
sparkle as well. Cynthia blinked, as if she had been pulled from deep
thought.
"Oh!" She said, and apologized for her lack of mental prescence. "I got
it at the Neo Body Shop. They have a huge selection! First they have
glitter, sparkle, pearlescent, luminescent -what I have- then they have
soooo many different colors, and-"
"Hiya, cutie," A voice that Terry knew all to well suddenly interruopted
Cynthia's rant. Terry's head whirled to see one of the most hidiously
grinning faces anyone could hope -or dread- to see in person.
The Joker.
Terry suppressed a groan as he realized that while he had been semi-
out of it, at least twenty Jokerz had poured into the diner, and were
now having a blast vandalizing the customers and flirting with the
better looking guys and girls. And apparently Cynthia had caught the
eye of the leader of the whole kit and kaboodle.
Cynthia looked him up and down, and both Max's and Terry's eyes widened
as she got a sinister, mischieviously cat like expression on her face,
a sly smile turning her lips into a pert little smirk while her eyes
glittered.
She walked up to the Joker until there was barely room for air to pass
between them. She tilted her body up on the balls of her feet to meet
the purple suited, white faced, big grinned villain in the eye.
"Hi..." It was only one word, but her tone was so low and seductive half
the men in the room turned to jelly. Terry reacted as well, but rather
differently...
*FLASH!*
"Certainly," She smiled impishly. Terry narrowed his red-slited eyes.
He knew that sort of tone, and he knew what was coming next...
"If you can catch me!"
*FLASH*
"Well, hi right back at you, sweetums," The Joker, as imposing as ever,
took the initiative and wrapped his arms firmly and possessively around
Cynthia's waist, one just above her backside in the small of her back,
the other bending at the elbow to go up along her backbone, his hand
spread out between her shoulderblades to push her against him.
Terry narrowed his eyes. For some reason he was having a hard time not
leaping up and tearing out the purple clad villain's throat right then
and there.
He never got the chance however, for before anyone could move a muscle,
Cynthia reached up, grabbed the Joker's dark green, nearly black hair
and brought his face down to smash his lips onto hers forcefully.
The other Jokerz cheered, Terry saw red, and Max moved to stand, a
ceramic plate in hand, most likely ready and waiting to smash over
both the Joker's *and* Cynthia's head.
Before either moved, however, the Joker suddenly convulsed, froze, his
arms going rigid, then limp as he fell away from Cynthia and collapsed
the the floor, writhering in pain.
A dagger hilt protruded from his guts, blood pooling around him as his
eyes went wide, then blank.
Cynthia calmly walked back to the table, took out a wad of napkins from
the napkin dispenser, and wiped the blood from her hand as if it were
ketchep while the Jokers hastily gathered up their fallen leader and
quickly dissappeared.
Cynthia moved, her eyes downcast and her face expressionless, to leave,
and Terry finally rose to his feet and grabbed her wrist, whirling her
around to face him.
"What the hell do you think you just did? And where are you going?"
*Let go of me...*
Terry recoiled sharply, eyes wide.
"What the..." Before he could gather his wits, Cynthia whirled, hair
glitter shimmering, and fled the diner.
That voice...
It had been in his head...
It had definately been Cynthia's, that was for sure.
But it had been telepathic...
What was going on?
To Be Continued....
Sorry this took so long to get out! I was super sick, bed ridden, almost
in the hospital ill. I was barely fit to walk, let alone write, so thats
my explanation! Anyhoo, here it is! Better late than never, right? It's
a little longer than usual, I hope... If not then at least its a little
more action packed... I hope...
*sigh* Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed, and don't forget to review!
-Alexia Goddess
P.S. If you like the alluring, mysterious aura of my fic, then go to
the page of the author Azhure and read her story 'The Emerald.' Its
completely original, and completely amazing. Ja! -Alexia