Title: Defying Gravity
Chapter 1: Time to put the past behind you.
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I'm out of jail. It fells so good. I know you've probably heard all this before. How the bad guy gets out of jail and wants to see the world. They have turned over a new leaf and just wants to help people. Well that's kinda what I'm gonna do. I've spent the past two years in jail, not that jail wasn't an improvement from where I used to live, trust me it was. I was abandoned by my parents when I was a baby. At least that's what I think happened, I never found out what happened. When I was five or six I used to imagine that I was a princess and that some evil witch had taken me from my family and placed a curse on me. That no one would ever love me because I was being punished for something our ancestors had done to each other. I was told some of the foster families would take me in. Only to return me a few days later with revulsion, always making up some lame excuse or saying no one would ever want the kind of baby I was. I never understood why, I know now that it was because I was a mutant. Though there no way my powers could have manifested at that age no mutant was that powerful. Then again maybe I cried a lot as kid, how knows? I can't remember that far back. All my life I've been shipped off from home to home, from foster care to an orphan system. So going to jail really didn't bother me. At least it was stable.So what did you think of the story. Thi was just the intoduction there'll be more to the story as the chapters progress. Well hope you liked it, but I'll never know if you don't Review!
Back then I didn't know I was a mutant, I've got telekinesis. That means I can move things with my mind. It's weird though sometimes I can levitate things, mostly pens and panicles and they just stay there a few inches off the ground. No matter how hard I pull or push or kick at the object it stays unmovable. But sometimes just the opposite would happen I would still levitate the pencil and when I when to grab it the damn thing would just shoot off like a bullet! No, I really mean it, it would just keep going straight ahead through anything even walls. I think about it now and imagine the pencil is still flying out there somewhere.
I was stupid and young. My friends, Jenny and Kelly, who I've known for three years, decided to sneak out, and took me with them I was 16 and they wanted me to drive. They were older then me both almost 18 years old and wanted to "teach me to drive". At least that is what they told me. It all was a brainless plan to get high and try to forget about our miserable lives.
For what we had done they had put us on the news. My guess is they had a few seconds to spare and were bored with the local news. Here is the news report of what went down.
"It was late at night with a heavy rain coming down on the city. Headlights are seen shining through the droplets, the noise of an idling engine sound through the air. Witnesses say that the car was "parked" in front of a medical storage facility. A couple teens came running out with medical supplies bagged up in both of their arms. They jump into their car and quickly sped away. Security guards came running out firing their guns as the car peeled rushed out into the street. A busted tail light damages to the license plate, and a shattered back window were the minor damages the car had experienced. Please stay toned to hear where the vehicle will be auctioned off. One of the teens has been shot in the neck! The driver looked back to see what had happened and panicked along with the other teen who was sitting next to the injured teen in the back seat. The timing of the driver to look behind her, she had failed to see the small dip in the road. The impact caused her to lose control of the vehicle. The car had spun on the wet street and crashed into a storefront. Police arrived within seconds, they were following the teens since they left the medical facility. The teen, Jennifer Carmichael, was shot and sadly was dead on arrival. The other teen, Kelly Jenson, was found unconscious, she was taken to the local hospital to undergo surgery from the sustained injuries of the accident. We will keep you informed on her progress. The driver, Rachel Moore, was found slightly coherent and sustained very little injury. She was taken into custody for questioning. Now we go to Joseph Paterson with the weather."
I don't really remember what happened that night. I do remember that I kept asking the police what had happened to my friends, but they kept ignoring my pleas. They were very excellent at good cop/bad cop. Some of them tried to sympathize, telling me not to worry and just concentrate on myself, a few of them kept shooting dirty looks at me. I didn't know why they did that. Did something happen? Where were they? They were probable drilling them for information right now. I was scared, and I wanted to see my friends.
I was in the police spotlight; it was in a small dark room that had poor lighting. Two cops came in they asked me the standard questions and I responded: What is your name? Rachel Moore.
How old are you? 16.
What were you guys doing? ... What were you guys doing? ...
Wait a minute! Something is missing here, shouldn't I have a lawyer? I may have been 16 but I wasn't stupid! I told them that I wanted a lawyer, if they wanted me to answer any more questions. They gave me attitude over it, telling me that, teens don't get to have lawyers. I've seen the movies, I know this play and it wasn't going to work. I refused to speak. After waiting an hour, my lawyer came in. The guy they gave me look only 7 or 8 years older than me! The thing with this guy was he was blind! He carried a long red cane and he were dark glasses over his eyes. His name was Matt Murdock. The problem with defense lawyers is these guys are just out of college and always get the shitty cases that they probably will not win. Not that there not smart enough. No it's just that they have much less experience. So it was no surprise when I had to serve two years in jail.
The first thing I asked him was what happened to my friends and where were they. He was shocked to find out that no-one had told me what had happened to my friends. His face had instantly changed from smart-ass lawyer to comforting gentleman. The way he spoke was like he had to think about every word he was saying. He said he was very sorry to have to tell me this but one of my friends, Jenny, had been shot and died instantly. I was in shock and asked if Kelly knew too. He had called the hospital to ask what had happened to Kelly Jenson. After a few minutes he hung up the cell phone, and told me that during the surgery Kelly's heart had stopped, she died of blood loss.
They didn't even tell me where my friends were buried...
I just shut down after that, literally shut down. No pain, no tears, no emotions. Period. I knew if a felt anything that I would die, suddenly I thought maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing. But I had to pay for what I had done. Pay for killing my friends. Weeks passed like a blur in time, I had not paid bail, the trial went on, the sentence was two years in a local juvenile detention facility, and I was to be released when I had become about 18. My defense attorney told me I could have been much worse, and that I had gotten lucky to receive such a short sentence. I wanted to thank him for helping me, for spending countless hours with me to prove my case. The sweetest thing about him was that he wasn't even from LA! He had come here on vacation visiting a friend of his and stumbled upon my case. He had spent his entire time off working very hard. He had gotten little sleep while trying to find witnesses and convincing the jury into thinking I was just a messed up kid with a devastating past. The case had gone on brilliantly with my lawyer countering all of the prosecutor's moves. Like a chess game. It seemed a though he had been doing this all his life. He was the best lawyer I could have had. I knew all this about him and could not even muster up a simple "thank you" and I did want to thank him. Nevertheless instead being the cold hearted person I was, I coldly answer back "Luck for who, you, me, or two of my dead friends?" He just stood there looking bewilder, as the guards took me to the hell that would be my new home.
That was two years ago. As far as I'm concerned my past is behind me, died and buried like my friends are. I have just been release a few weeks ago. I have earned my cash, by working at a small local mechanics shop, it was owned by a nice old man named José Santiago. I had told him about my time in jail. He just laughed and told me that he had spent a little while in jail himself. I wouldn't tell him about my mutant powers though. I knew how some people were about the whole "mutant problem". I tried not to use my telekinesis around the shop. I was worried that the tools would be dangerous if I accidentally let them loose, I didn't exactly have a good handle on my powers yet. Pluss the fact that When I was not working I spend my time fixing up a busted motorcycle that José also owned. He said to me that once I had fixed it that it was mine. It was a generous offer and I thanked him. I had spent a lot of time in the mechanics facility in jail, so I knew what I was doing. I had saved up a lot of money and figured it's about time to get the hell out of this city, out of this state even! It just brings back bad memories, why would any one want that? I almost remembered what had taken place at the prison, I caught myself though. I quickly shook the from time to time pleasant and guilty thoughts out of my head.
No. No past thoughts in this head! I refused to remember what had happened to one person who I loved more then anyone else in the world. It was just too pain full. I didn't want to remember anything about my past, not the bad feeling or even the good feelings.
I got on my motorcycle and headed east. I have a plan I moving out of Los Angeles, and going into New York City!
Latta dayz,
Kara Zone