Good afternoon readers! It is I! Jjah-Jjah, also known as JJ or "Hey
you!".
I know, I know! I shouldn't be starting another fic when I haven't updated my other one, but I'm desperate! My muse, Sigmund The Lawn Gnome, the little weasel, threw a writer's brick at me a month ago and I've been creatively unconscious ever since. I'm hoping that this chapter of this story I wrote a while ago will unclog my brain.
Anyway, you should read the first two chapters of my other fic, The Rabbit Hole. It's in the Cowboy Bebop section. The first chapter is badly spaced, but the second one is readable. I have started on the third chapter! But it just won't move! Damn you Sigmund!!! I need a new muse. Anyhoo.
Disclaimer: Although I would like to be a freak with cool powers instead of just a normal freak, I am not. Therefore, I do not own X-men or any of the thingies affiliated with the afore mentioned.
Soooo.. Read the stupid story! Give me back my confidence from the lack of reviews from my other story! Review! And if you see Sigmund tell him he's fired!
*** Chapter 1: Here we go.
Wanda snorted and fell back on her bed. That idiot Toad appeared to have finally given up and left her alone for tonight. That boy was disgusting.
She pulled herself up into a sitting position, cross-legged, and tried, unsuccessfully, to clear her thoughts and meditate. After only a few seconds she gave up and snarled her frustration. Something across the room exploded. She didn't care.
All that mattered was the prickling feeling of unease nettling it's way through her senses. She didn't know what it was, but she could identify that it had something to do with her past.
Her past. A confused blur of emotions and memories and blank spots. Something told her that is was important, no, essential, that she remember. But, it just didn't seem to matter anymore, about her father. She was getting used to letting the uncomfortable sensations fade.
Lately however, it had been all but impossible. There had been something gnawing at her mind, day in and day out, like some kind of rabid animal. There was something she had to remember, and it had nothing whatsoever to do with her father.
She gave an exasperated groan and proceeded to get ready to go to bed. When her head finally hit the pillow she was instantly asleep. And instantly swept away.
***
"Father!" she wept, "Please come back and get me! Don't leave me here!" She beat child-like fists at the metal walls of her cell till they bled. She stared at the blood and realized that no one would come and bandage them for her. No one would come and wipe away the tears and comfort her. Her father and her brother had left her, abandoned her here, what seemed like forever ago. No one would take the pain away. Everyone in this hellhole was scared crap-less of her, all because of her little outbursts.
Well, they weren't really little, but she couldn't help that! She couldn't help it! Couldn't control it! She had no idea what to do about it and no one was willing to help her out. She really was all alone. Abandoned for being different by a father who just stood in the rain and then drove away.
With this realization, little Wanda folded her arms across her chest and clutched at the sleeves of her hospital uniform, staining them with twin scars of red. She sat, and drew her knees up to her chest. She sat there motionless for a moment before her body began to heave with sobs. She slumped over and continued to cry; her nose clogged with the tears, forcing her to breathe noisily through her mouth. Her breathing accelerated to the point where she couldn't catch her breath. Concentrating on breathing allowed her to slow down some. Slowly, her heartrending sobs turned into broken laughter. She laughed hysterically, till she hiccupped, tears still falling down her face.
She was abandoned and bleeding and alone. The pain she felt was something someone her age had no right to bear. They would feel it too; she knew they would. They would all pay for doing this to her. But, that thought only brought the laughter back to sobs again. She lay there with her wounds open and bleeding, hiccupping occasionally and curtained in tears. She was all alone.
No you're not.
Wanda froze and nearly choked on her own tears. She had heard a voice distinctly; she knew she had. She crept over to the heavy door and pressed her ear to the cool metal. Nothing. No one was outside. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was nuts; she was hearing voices. She sat back down again, cross-legged, and glanced at the ceiling. Tentatively, she answered, "What did you say?"
*I said, no you're not all alone, because I'm here too.*
Oh lordy lord. She was nuts.
*No you're not! Why would I ever start a conversation with a crazy person?* Wanda sniffed and wiped her face with her sleeve. *Stop crying already! You're making me sad, and that's an accomplishment.*
"I'm sorry I can't stop." Wanda sniffed. It was strange. She could almost feel the presence of another with her, even though there was no one there. What ever it was, it immediately made her feel like she wasn't alone. She quickly latched on to the presence. Who cared that it wasn't real? It was her only lifeline left and she took it.
She clapped her hands in excitement and winced at the pain. "Who are you anyway?" Wanda asked. The presence was silent for a moment and Wanda felt as if she was being evaluated from the inside.
*Are you hurt?* The voice asked, concerned.
"I just hurt my hands, no biggie."
*Why don't you call the nurses? They'll fix you up. They'll probably give you a needle, but hey.*
"I can't. They never come, they're afraid of me."
Once again the voice was silent, as if musing. Then, *Wait a sec; I'm going to try something.*
Wanda panicked. "No please! Don't leave me! Please!"
The voice seemed startled. *Hey! Don't worry. I'm just going to see if I can get something done about your hand. I'll be right back! I promise. Wait. Your name's Wanda, right?*
"Yes." Wanda answered hesitantly.
*Ok. Just wait a sec.*
The presence withdrew.
Wanda waited, hardly daring to breathe, till she finally heard voices out side of her cell.
"Hey Blanche! What're you doing down here, this isn't your break time." A startled female voice answered. "Well. I. I don't know. Didn't somebody call me about bandages?"
"No. Nothing here."
What about the Maximoff girl? Have you checked on her lately?" "No, not lately."
"Herm! We're supposed to check on the patient every hour! I suppose I'd better go look."
Wanda heard the clopping of heavy footsteps coming down the corridor towards her. Someone fumbled at the door and the little peephole slid open and a pair of heavily made up eyes peered through.
"Lordy! There's blood everywhere! Get in here Herman!"
After a few minutes of general fumbling, the woman called Blanche, the man called Herman, and another man cautiously entered the cell and bandaged Wanda's hands. As the voice predicted, they did give her a sedative. When they left, Wanda leaned back against the wall, looking at her crisp, white, bandaged hands, feeling slightly woozy.
*Did it work?* The voice sounded as tired as she was.
"Yes! They came and fixed my hands. Thank you."
The voice giggled. *Really? This is so cool! Did the pear-woman come?*
"Pear-woman?" Come to think of it, that woman with all the make-up on was shaped like a pear. Wanda giggled. "Yeah."
*Good. She's an ok person. She just has a short attention span.*
Wanda nodded and smiled, but the sedative was starting to take effect. The presence swirled around in her mind. *You're gonna go under in a minute. I'll go now.*
"Will you come back?"
*I'm a voice in your head and you're in an insane asylum. What do you think?*
"What's your name?'
Jillian.
*** It was then that the dream was shattered. Waves of pain bombarded Wanda's skull. Her breath came out in short pants as anguish that was not her own flooded through her mind. Voices screamed in her head, but try as she might, she couldn't make out a word of what they were saying.
Wanda shot straight out of bed. Breathing as if she had just ran a marathon, her eyes wide sweat covering her body. Stunned into wakefulness, she brought a hand up to her chest and felt her heart pound. Someone knocked on the door.
"Hey baby! You awake yet?" Toad.
Snarling, Wanda heaved her pillow at the door. "Go to hell, Toad!"
"Ok, you're up! Jeeze baby, don't be so grumpy in the morning." His voice faded.
Wanda calmed and thought over her dream. A memory? Could the memories that she had lost really have been so terrible? And that voice. Maybe she really should have been in a hospital if she was hearing such things.
"Maybe you should try looking at things from his point of view."
Pietro had said that at one time or another. The thought made her inexplicably angry. If that was a memory, she had every right to be angry.
She hung her head. Dreams? Memories? Voices? Jillian? What the hell was going on?
***
If you're reading this it means you're reading my story! You wonderful person you! Bring me the head of Sigmund the Lawn Gnome, and I'll love you forever! (Which means I'll spare you when I take over the world.) Oh well, I have to go now or I'll miss Golden Girls. See ya'll! And press the purple button at the bottom left hand side of you screen and tell me whether you think this idea sucks or not.
I know, I know! I shouldn't be starting another fic when I haven't updated my other one, but I'm desperate! My muse, Sigmund The Lawn Gnome, the little weasel, threw a writer's brick at me a month ago and I've been creatively unconscious ever since. I'm hoping that this chapter of this story I wrote a while ago will unclog my brain.
Anyway, you should read the first two chapters of my other fic, The Rabbit Hole. It's in the Cowboy Bebop section. The first chapter is badly spaced, but the second one is readable. I have started on the third chapter! But it just won't move! Damn you Sigmund!!! I need a new muse. Anyhoo.
Disclaimer: Although I would like to be a freak with cool powers instead of just a normal freak, I am not. Therefore, I do not own X-men or any of the thingies affiliated with the afore mentioned.
Soooo.. Read the stupid story! Give me back my confidence from the lack of reviews from my other story! Review! And if you see Sigmund tell him he's fired!
*** Chapter 1: Here we go.
Wanda snorted and fell back on her bed. That idiot Toad appeared to have finally given up and left her alone for tonight. That boy was disgusting.
She pulled herself up into a sitting position, cross-legged, and tried, unsuccessfully, to clear her thoughts and meditate. After only a few seconds she gave up and snarled her frustration. Something across the room exploded. She didn't care.
All that mattered was the prickling feeling of unease nettling it's way through her senses. She didn't know what it was, but she could identify that it had something to do with her past.
Her past. A confused blur of emotions and memories and blank spots. Something told her that is was important, no, essential, that she remember. But, it just didn't seem to matter anymore, about her father. She was getting used to letting the uncomfortable sensations fade.
Lately however, it had been all but impossible. There had been something gnawing at her mind, day in and day out, like some kind of rabid animal. There was something she had to remember, and it had nothing whatsoever to do with her father.
She gave an exasperated groan and proceeded to get ready to go to bed. When her head finally hit the pillow she was instantly asleep. And instantly swept away.
***
"Father!" she wept, "Please come back and get me! Don't leave me here!" She beat child-like fists at the metal walls of her cell till they bled. She stared at the blood and realized that no one would come and bandage them for her. No one would come and wipe away the tears and comfort her. Her father and her brother had left her, abandoned her here, what seemed like forever ago. No one would take the pain away. Everyone in this hellhole was scared crap-less of her, all because of her little outbursts.
Well, they weren't really little, but she couldn't help that! She couldn't help it! Couldn't control it! She had no idea what to do about it and no one was willing to help her out. She really was all alone. Abandoned for being different by a father who just stood in the rain and then drove away.
With this realization, little Wanda folded her arms across her chest and clutched at the sleeves of her hospital uniform, staining them with twin scars of red. She sat, and drew her knees up to her chest. She sat there motionless for a moment before her body began to heave with sobs. She slumped over and continued to cry; her nose clogged with the tears, forcing her to breathe noisily through her mouth. Her breathing accelerated to the point where she couldn't catch her breath. Concentrating on breathing allowed her to slow down some. Slowly, her heartrending sobs turned into broken laughter. She laughed hysterically, till she hiccupped, tears still falling down her face.
She was abandoned and bleeding and alone. The pain she felt was something someone her age had no right to bear. They would feel it too; she knew they would. They would all pay for doing this to her. But, that thought only brought the laughter back to sobs again. She lay there with her wounds open and bleeding, hiccupping occasionally and curtained in tears. She was all alone.
No you're not.
Wanda froze and nearly choked on her own tears. She had heard a voice distinctly; she knew she had. She crept over to the heavy door and pressed her ear to the cool metal. Nothing. No one was outside. Maybe they were right. Maybe she was nuts; she was hearing voices. She sat back down again, cross-legged, and glanced at the ceiling. Tentatively, she answered, "What did you say?"
*I said, no you're not all alone, because I'm here too.*
Oh lordy lord. She was nuts.
*No you're not! Why would I ever start a conversation with a crazy person?* Wanda sniffed and wiped her face with her sleeve. *Stop crying already! You're making me sad, and that's an accomplishment.*
"I'm sorry I can't stop." Wanda sniffed. It was strange. She could almost feel the presence of another with her, even though there was no one there. What ever it was, it immediately made her feel like she wasn't alone. She quickly latched on to the presence. Who cared that it wasn't real? It was her only lifeline left and she took it.
She clapped her hands in excitement and winced at the pain. "Who are you anyway?" Wanda asked. The presence was silent for a moment and Wanda felt as if she was being evaluated from the inside.
*Are you hurt?* The voice asked, concerned.
"I just hurt my hands, no biggie."
*Why don't you call the nurses? They'll fix you up. They'll probably give you a needle, but hey.*
"I can't. They never come, they're afraid of me."
Once again the voice was silent, as if musing. Then, *Wait a sec; I'm going to try something.*
Wanda panicked. "No please! Don't leave me! Please!"
The voice seemed startled. *Hey! Don't worry. I'm just going to see if I can get something done about your hand. I'll be right back! I promise. Wait. Your name's Wanda, right?*
"Yes." Wanda answered hesitantly.
*Ok. Just wait a sec.*
The presence withdrew.
Wanda waited, hardly daring to breathe, till she finally heard voices out side of her cell.
"Hey Blanche! What're you doing down here, this isn't your break time." A startled female voice answered. "Well. I. I don't know. Didn't somebody call me about bandages?"
"No. Nothing here."
What about the Maximoff girl? Have you checked on her lately?" "No, not lately."
"Herm! We're supposed to check on the patient every hour! I suppose I'd better go look."
Wanda heard the clopping of heavy footsteps coming down the corridor towards her. Someone fumbled at the door and the little peephole slid open and a pair of heavily made up eyes peered through.
"Lordy! There's blood everywhere! Get in here Herman!"
After a few minutes of general fumbling, the woman called Blanche, the man called Herman, and another man cautiously entered the cell and bandaged Wanda's hands. As the voice predicted, they did give her a sedative. When they left, Wanda leaned back against the wall, looking at her crisp, white, bandaged hands, feeling slightly woozy.
*Did it work?* The voice sounded as tired as she was.
"Yes! They came and fixed my hands. Thank you."
The voice giggled. *Really? This is so cool! Did the pear-woman come?*
"Pear-woman?" Come to think of it, that woman with all the make-up on was shaped like a pear. Wanda giggled. "Yeah."
*Good. She's an ok person. She just has a short attention span.*
Wanda nodded and smiled, but the sedative was starting to take effect. The presence swirled around in her mind. *You're gonna go under in a minute. I'll go now.*
"Will you come back?"
*I'm a voice in your head and you're in an insane asylum. What do you think?*
"What's your name?'
Jillian.
*** It was then that the dream was shattered. Waves of pain bombarded Wanda's skull. Her breath came out in short pants as anguish that was not her own flooded through her mind. Voices screamed in her head, but try as she might, she couldn't make out a word of what they were saying.
Wanda shot straight out of bed. Breathing as if she had just ran a marathon, her eyes wide sweat covering her body. Stunned into wakefulness, she brought a hand up to her chest and felt her heart pound. Someone knocked on the door.
"Hey baby! You awake yet?" Toad.
Snarling, Wanda heaved her pillow at the door. "Go to hell, Toad!"
"Ok, you're up! Jeeze baby, don't be so grumpy in the morning." His voice faded.
Wanda calmed and thought over her dream. A memory? Could the memories that she had lost really have been so terrible? And that voice. Maybe she really should have been in a hospital if she was hearing such things.
"Maybe you should try looking at things from his point of view."
Pietro had said that at one time or another. The thought made her inexplicably angry. If that was a memory, she had every right to be angry.
She hung her head. Dreams? Memories? Voices? Jillian? What the hell was going on?
***
If you're reading this it means you're reading my story! You wonderful person you! Bring me the head of Sigmund the Lawn Gnome, and I'll love you forever! (Which means I'll spare you when I take over the world.) Oh well, I have to go now or I'll miss Golden Girls. See ya'll! And press the purple button at the bottom left hand side of you screen and tell me whether you think this idea sucks or not.