Disclaimer: Unrecognizable characters are mine except Tara(Takamo), Natasha(xX-Disturbed-Xx). The X-Men, villians, and Pyro all belong to marvel for their creation...so don't sue. There's not much to get anyway from my asylum of a room.
A/N: Third installment of the Angel/Tara series. Just for the sake of no confusion over the first chapter- THIS IS A PROLOGUE. The real story begins in the next chapter THREE AND A HALF MONTHS EARLIER. Enjoy and if you haven't read Hell is Spelled ANGEL and Raised by the X-Men this is useless to you; Minor Distortion will make an appearance or two.This takes place two years after Raised by the X-Men(for those who can't add, Angel and Tara are seventeen).
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A street corner in downtown around midnight. Two 'hookers' stand there; one leans against a stop sign and the other faces her, talking and making gestures with her hands. The one leaning against the stop sign had long dark-colored hair with darker streaks only noticed under the street light; combat boots, fishnet stockings, a short black mini-skirt and an even shorter sapphire blue strappy halter top adorned her body along with black and purple 'slave-like' braclets from ancient times around both wrists. The second one had much shorter hair with a greenish-brown tint; red trainers, black stockings, a slightly longer green mini-skirt and midnight black tank covered hardly any of her body along with white and black braclets from her wrists up to her elbows. A car pulled up at that moment and the window rolled down.........
"Were you two looking for a little action?"
Hesitance for a moment then the shorter of the two leaned down into the window. Her hands rested against the window frame as she smiled, innocently. Whatever she was about to say stopped instantly replaced by, "Oh, shit. Um...Angel?"
She backed away, almost running into her friend. The second girl looked up from picking at the edge of her skirt; one eyebrow raised in question.
Two doors slammed. Both turned to see the two people they had not expected to see cruising the street at this late time, offering them 'a little action' as he'd put it.
Logan's expression darkened. "Tara Toynbee, Angel Blade, what the hell are you doing?"
Remy's expression didn't look any better then his but a little less likely to kill them, instantly. "Dere better be a damn good reason y'petites be out dis late...dey tell Remy if dey want to live for adulthood."
Angel looked down at her outfit, at her wrists, then at Remy.
"With where we're standing, the way we're dressed, and your little comment earlier...you even gotta ask what we're doing?"she asked with a strange touch of "black-attitude"(A/N: this is not racist. it's an attitude my friend has; she calls it her black attitude)and suggestive move of her hips.
Tara smirked, crossing her arms over her chest and fighting back laughter.
The attitude didn't amuse either of their guardians. Logan's reaction was simple- SHINKT. Remy's wasn't so simple but the blazing red cards in his hands showed what it was.
"Um...we're gonna go do our homework."
For the first time fear flickered across the girls' faces. They both took several steps backwards, in the direction of the darkness behind them; there was a new nervousness to their behavior.
Logan smelt fear from both but the strange part was he didn't smell sex on either of them. He was beginning to wonder if they were wrong for a moment until....he thought about it. Not all hookers had sex, some just gave 'favors'.
"Petites, it's time to return to de house. Get in de car."
"It's Ryan and Luke's fault. They told us to do it....it's all their fault." He wasn't sure which one said it but in the next instant both had broken down into sobs. As if for dramatic effect Angel feel to her knees, crying and muttering incoherently. Tara didn't go for quite as dramatic.
Logan stared at them then walked over to stand by them. "If it's their fault why are they at the house waiting for you?"
The tears stopped instantly.
"They're an illusion?"
A single charged card blew up nearby. Tara sought shelter behind Logan, keeping him between her and Remy even when he all but dragged her over to the car and forced her inside.
Remy's reaction wasn't quite so nice. "Angel Elizabeth Blade. Car. Now."
Angel 'slinked' over to him, reminding Logan of a fox. His next thought wasn't healthy or one he should even think about.
The kid actually walked like a hooker.
"Remy, darling, if it helps any I made some money,"she said before batting her eyelashes in a way that usually got her anything she wanted from Remy. "A large sum of money."
"Cher, get in de damn car before Remy charges somet'ing else......not cardlike."
Angel turned off the charm and climbed in, settling back beside Tara.
Logan and Remy traded looks before getting into Scott's car.
Remy looked back to make sure they were okay. Tara slumped in her seat, staring out a window with a look of pure fear while Angel had leaned her head back against the seat, closed her eyes, and proceeded to meditate.
"Maybe this can look up for us, Gumbo....how much money did you kids make?"Logan asked, pulling back onto the road and driving in the opposite direction of the mansion and 'The Unreal World' house.
Tara looked at him in the review mirror. "$300 each. You make a lot of money washing cars, Logan."
Remy laughed, dryly. "Washin' cars, Remy's ass. Hand it over....both of you."
"But, Rems.."
"Aw, Remy..."
His hand appeareared. "Money, petite."
Several groans and mutters later he began counting the money they'd given him. Six hundred dollars exacatly. There was quite a bit of money. Strange since 'working girls' here didn't make that much since most people were married or religious.
"There enough to have a good time, Gumbo?"
"Oui, mon ami. De petites earned $600 together.......to de bar?"
"Ah, hell nah! You're going to use our money to buy alcohol?" Tara's exclamation was colorful and followed by even more colorful words. "Do we get some?"
Remy stared at them in the mirror. "Non, hands. Both of you..."
Two hands, one paler and painted up with black polish, one dark and painted up in blue polish, appeared between the front seats..................
"Nice going, Angel. Last time I do anything with you,"Tara fumed, glowering at her best friend as they were led POLICE STYLE into the bar their legal guardians had stopped at. Her hands were cuffed in front of her and held by Logan
"Not my problem they think we were hookin' it! I can't believe they're using our money to buy alcohol...for them!" Angel pulled on her wrists which were attached to one of Remy's belt loops by a knotted rope that had been laced through the 'braclets' on her wrists.
"Cheer up, kids. At least you get to be in a bar.....maybe if you behave we'll even let you provide entertainment."
"LOGAN!"
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Confused? Strange beginning but just random from the middle of the whole story. Thanks goes to xX-Disturbed-Xx for this horrible little tribute. Next chapter:The real deal-picks up after Tara joins the brotherhood, before the hooker business and before THE UNREAL WORLD:WORLD PREMIER.
If you intend to leave bad reviews, go ahead. This is all a joke and not my best writing. My actual writing can be found on fictionpress under the penname-RadioactiveSlinkyStalker. Read that before you rant about my inability to write.
A/N: Third installment of the Angel/Tara series. Just for the sake of no confusion over the first chapter- THIS IS A PROLOGUE. The real story begins in the next chapter THREE AND A HALF MONTHS EARLIER. Enjoy and if you haven't read Hell is Spelled ANGEL and Raised by the X-Men this is useless to you; Minor Distortion will make an appearance or two.This takes place two years after Raised by the X-Men(for those who can't add, Angel and Tara are seventeen).
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A street corner in downtown around midnight. Two 'hookers' stand there; one leans against a stop sign and the other faces her, talking and making gestures with her hands. The one leaning against the stop sign had long dark-colored hair with darker streaks only noticed under the street light; combat boots, fishnet stockings, a short black mini-skirt and an even shorter sapphire blue strappy halter top adorned her body along with black and purple 'slave-like' braclets from ancient times around both wrists. The second one had much shorter hair with a greenish-brown tint; red trainers, black stockings, a slightly longer green mini-skirt and midnight black tank covered hardly any of her body along with white and black braclets from her wrists up to her elbows. A car pulled up at that moment and the window rolled down.........
"Were you two looking for a little action?"
Hesitance for a moment then the shorter of the two leaned down into the window. Her hands rested against the window frame as she smiled, innocently. Whatever she was about to say stopped instantly replaced by, "Oh, shit. Um...Angel?"
She backed away, almost running into her friend. The second girl looked up from picking at the edge of her skirt; one eyebrow raised in question.
Two doors slammed. Both turned to see the two people they had not expected to see cruising the street at this late time, offering them 'a little action' as he'd put it.
Logan's expression darkened. "Tara Toynbee, Angel Blade, what the hell are you doing?"
Remy's expression didn't look any better then his but a little less likely to kill them, instantly. "Dere better be a damn good reason y'petites be out dis late...dey tell Remy if dey want to live for adulthood."
Angel looked down at her outfit, at her wrists, then at Remy.
"With where we're standing, the way we're dressed, and your little comment earlier...you even gotta ask what we're doing?"she asked with a strange touch of "black-attitude"(A/N: this is not racist. it's an attitude my friend has; she calls it her black attitude)and suggestive move of her hips.
Tara smirked, crossing her arms over her chest and fighting back laughter.
The attitude didn't amuse either of their guardians. Logan's reaction was simple- SHINKT. Remy's wasn't so simple but the blazing red cards in his hands showed what it was.
"Um...we're gonna go do our homework."
For the first time fear flickered across the girls' faces. They both took several steps backwards, in the direction of the darkness behind them; there was a new nervousness to their behavior.
Logan smelt fear from both but the strange part was he didn't smell sex on either of them. He was beginning to wonder if they were wrong for a moment until....he thought about it. Not all hookers had sex, some just gave 'favors'.
"Petites, it's time to return to de house. Get in de car."
"It's Ryan and Luke's fault. They told us to do it....it's all their fault." He wasn't sure which one said it but in the next instant both had broken down into sobs. As if for dramatic effect Angel feel to her knees, crying and muttering incoherently. Tara didn't go for quite as dramatic.
Logan stared at them then walked over to stand by them. "If it's their fault why are they at the house waiting for you?"
The tears stopped instantly.
"They're an illusion?"
A single charged card blew up nearby. Tara sought shelter behind Logan, keeping him between her and Remy even when he all but dragged her over to the car and forced her inside.
Remy's reaction wasn't quite so nice. "Angel Elizabeth Blade. Car. Now."
Angel 'slinked' over to him, reminding Logan of a fox. His next thought wasn't healthy or one he should even think about.
The kid actually walked like a hooker.
"Remy, darling, if it helps any I made some money,"she said before batting her eyelashes in a way that usually got her anything she wanted from Remy. "A large sum of money."
"Cher, get in de damn car before Remy charges somet'ing else......not cardlike."
Angel turned off the charm and climbed in, settling back beside Tara.
Logan and Remy traded looks before getting into Scott's car.
Remy looked back to make sure they were okay. Tara slumped in her seat, staring out a window with a look of pure fear while Angel had leaned her head back against the seat, closed her eyes, and proceeded to meditate.
"Maybe this can look up for us, Gumbo....how much money did you kids make?"Logan asked, pulling back onto the road and driving in the opposite direction of the mansion and 'The Unreal World' house.
Tara looked at him in the review mirror. "$300 each. You make a lot of money washing cars, Logan."
Remy laughed, dryly. "Washin' cars, Remy's ass. Hand it over....both of you."
"But, Rems.."
"Aw, Remy..."
His hand appeareared. "Money, petite."
Several groans and mutters later he began counting the money they'd given him. Six hundred dollars exacatly. There was quite a bit of money. Strange since 'working girls' here didn't make that much since most people were married or religious.
"There enough to have a good time, Gumbo?"
"Oui, mon ami. De petites earned $600 together.......to de bar?"
"Ah, hell nah! You're going to use our money to buy alcohol?" Tara's exclamation was colorful and followed by even more colorful words. "Do we get some?"
Remy stared at them in the mirror. "Non, hands. Both of you..."
Two hands, one paler and painted up with black polish, one dark and painted up in blue polish, appeared between the front seats..................
"Nice going, Angel. Last time I do anything with you,"Tara fumed, glowering at her best friend as they were led POLICE STYLE into the bar their legal guardians had stopped at. Her hands were cuffed in front of her and held by Logan
"Not my problem they think we were hookin' it! I can't believe they're using our money to buy alcohol...for them!" Angel pulled on her wrists which were attached to one of Remy's belt loops by a knotted rope that had been laced through the 'braclets' on her wrists.
"Cheer up, kids. At least you get to be in a bar.....maybe if you behave we'll even let you provide entertainment."
"LOGAN!"
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Confused? Strange beginning but just random from the middle of the whole story. Thanks goes to xX-Disturbed-Xx for this horrible little tribute. Next chapter:The real deal-picks up after Tara joins the brotherhood, before the hooker business and before THE UNREAL WORLD:WORLD PREMIER.
If you intend to leave bad reviews, go ahead. This is all a joke and not my best writing. My actual writing can be found on fictionpress under the penname-RadioactiveSlinkyStalker. Read that before you rant about my inability to write.