Night's Children
Jimena sat in the corner of her apartment, gently letting a sigh escape her lips. She glanced down at the talisman that she had found in Maggie's apartment years ago. The writing had become clear and had sealed her destiny as the next Magna Mater.
So far, she had had two different bunches of girls. None of them were anything spectacular, and none of them accomplished anything towards the defeat of the Atrox. Just hours ago, the fourth Daughter had made her choice to become a Guardian Spirit, and Jimena was left all alone.
She let her thumb trace over the engraving, it was time to begin scouting again.
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Part One: Riley and Imy
Chapter One: Discussion
If one were to ask who Riley Zalank was, they wouldn't get a terribly exciting answer. In fact, it's doubtful that they would get an answer at all.
To put it simply, Riley was one of those kids only a few people noticed. And to the majority that did, they would cast her off as a 'silent, plain' type. But to those of them that got to know the maroon haired, pale-eyed girl, they would say that Riley was a considerate and occasionally funny person.Imy Osbourne, was one of those people. And at the moment, she was frantically begging on her knees to Riley, "Come on! One show! That's it!" She said, her hands folded and her lower lip stuck out.
Riley slowly shook her head, adjusting the bulky librarian sweater that was falling off of her shoulder, "I can't. You know my mom." She stated quietly.Imy huffed, "But where am I going to find another guitarist that quick?!"
Riley gave her a small comforting smile, "I'm pretty sure that Ian would be ecstatic if you asked him."
Imy rolled her eyes and sighed. Ian Saratoga was a rather good-looking guy who had had a crush on Imy for a long time. Not that it was hard to believe. Standing next to Riley, Imy looked like a Goddess. She had long brown hair and round golden eyes, and while her piercings frightened off most, Ian was definitely a different case. Many people wondered why someone who was daring and outgoing would befriend a quiet poet like Riley, but sometimes people just clicked.
"Ian's a bassist!" She proclaimed.
Riley shrugged, filing her books into her locker, "He can play guitar too."
"Not very well." Stated Imy.
Riley turned and looked her friend in the eyes, she could feel Imy's frustration pulsing off of her, "What do you want me to do?" She asked quietly.
"Beg your mom until she cries?" She prompted.
Riley let a rare smile escape her lips, "Doubtful. I'd be the one crying."
"How about the age old way, sneeking out?"
Riley sighed, and zipped her black messenger bag shut, "She'd catch me. She always catches me." She looked up at Imy, "I don't understand why your mom lets you do all these things."
Imy shrugged, "It's a privilege that I don't wish to question."
"This may seem like a different question, but why does this mean so much to you? They'll be other shows." Riley said, trying to be the optimist.
Imy sighed, knowing that there was no point in lying to Riley. Riley somehow would always sense when she did that, and quite frankly, it got irritating sometimes. "There's this guy I like who's going to be there."
"Who?" asked Riley, slightly curious.
"He's a drummer for a different band that'll be playing." She said.
Riley could sense the embarrassment around her. It was overpowering, and Riley suddenly became aware of all the people in the hallway. She looked at Imy and sighed, she really liked this guy. Humor glinted in her eyes, "Ian is going to be so crushed."
Imy's face lifted, "You'll do it?"
Riley sighed, "Yes, I'll try and get out." She inched back away from the hall, conscious of everyone staring as they passed her by. "But I'm not making any promises. It'll be death for me when she finds out I'm gone."
Imy let out a huge sigh of relief, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
Riley shook her head, "You owe me."
Imy nodded fervently, "Like a bajillion times over!"
Riley once again slowly shook her head, "Are Twiggy and Jake going too? Because I don't want to get caught and feel the rath of the Supreme Evil Being that is my mother for no reason."
Imy rolled her eyes, "Yes, it wouldn't be a show without our beloved bassist and drummer." She said sardonically.
Riley nodded, knowing where she was coming from. Twiggy and Jake were two of the most immature boys the two had met. Twiggy would make wisecracks during the song, and Jake would get impatient and switch to another song while everyone else was playing the first one. They dealt with them as little as they could, and put up with them simply because they needed a bassist and drummer, and they needed a guitarist and a vocalist.
Riley scratched the back of her neck, "I am so going to be dead."
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That's where I leave you for today, I know I should stop with the new stories, but I've decided to probably delete Queen of the Night and focus on this one instead. I'm sorry, but I just can't get into writing it as much. Not like this story, which is literally exploding from my head.
Next Up: The girls have a show at a place called The Dungeon But things hardly go as planned
Anyways, toodles
!nym!