A/N: I'm sure alot of you were dissapointed with the ending for Running Away From Love. I may put up a second ending, it just depends. I've decided to try an A/U fic, and I'm hoping it'll be fun. Well, here we go! And just so you know, I think I'm going to have more comic book characters and references in here, a mixture of past and present. And a few of the people, like Mrs. Bennet, and the band songs, are some stuff from my life.It shall be interesting.
My life has been a statement to irony. All I can say about myself is that I'm bad luck. My parents said they were lucky to have me, but everything went down-hill from there. I was an unhappy baby, bad luck. At the age of five, whenever my father wasn't around, which was a majority of the time, as my father was a buisness man, my mother would refer to me as Jinx, since everytime something bad happened, I was around. Coincidence? I think not. The name stuck though, and my is dad is still the only one who calls me by my name which I'm glad for now, even though I insist on him calling me Jinx. Now I'm sixteen, and it's my Junior year at Gotham City High, living down my reputation, then gaining it back, only to lose it again. My name is Malory Carson, and I've made mistakes. I've hung out with a bad crowd, but now I'm trying to change that. They may say they left me, but I left them. I discovered myself, discovered my true potential...And I'm not ever going back to that. Ever.
At first, my escape was photography. I loved it, the way you could capture a moment and preserve it forever. It was my secret passion, something I told no one except my dad in the beginning. He bought me my equipment, a Nikon D100 with the lenses, the memory card, the photoshop program. At first, I would just take pictures of inanimate things, like roses in my moms garden with the dew still on them, trees, ponds. That, eventually, grew old. I wanted to find an animate object, a challenge. Well, he showed himself, eventually. But not exactly how I wanted it to happen. But, before I get there, I have to start from the beginning, the beginning of the year and the beginning of my relationship with a certain Wally West.
Here's the setting. A girl with black hair with pink tips sat at a table by herself, looking into the screen on the back of her Nikon. It was outside in the quad area, underneath a tree. She had a pink shirt on that said 'You looked better on MySpace' in black and jeans, her camera bag that held all of her equipment decked out with various band buttons on it sitting on her lap. Giving a frustrated sigh, she slung the bag around her shoulder, still looking at the camera, and started walking...Straight into a tree. That's me, Jinx. Malory. I revamped myself from my compleatly pink hair, trying to live down my reputation. So far, it's worked, people calling me Malory now. People in my school heard about me changing after I signed up to be senior editor for the school paper, and made it. In my first editorial, it was known. I've been taking pictures for it, my friend Karen Beecher, also involved in my old gang,he writing the sports article, joining during her volley-ball season. People feared her spike, it was known as the 'bee sting' by her teammates.
She dragged me to a friday night football game, where I tried desperately to hide. So far, it wasn't working.
"C'mon Bee. Don't make me stay..."
"Malory. Suck it up! You're staying, whether you like it or not!" Giving a defeated sigh, I sat down with a loud thump (A/N: Go onomonapaeia!) on the bleachers. Looking down to the track, I pulled out my camera. I took a few snap-shots of the Cheerleaders putting a flyer, Kori Anders, into an exstention, then two other stunting groups had their flyers, Terra Markov and Cassie Sandsmark, into liberties, grapping her hands that were down in a V, then of them all dismounting with a cradle all at the same instant, but Kori doing a full-down. Karen constantly quizzed me on everything the fall sports teams, including the cheerleaders, did, positions, formations, the works. I had become a sports genius, much to my dislike. At least I could put the pictures as a follow up to the article about them winning a competition.
"Hey, Bee, I'm going to go down to the track and take some pictures of the game so Mrs. Bennet doesn't murder me." Mrs. Bennet was the head of our newspaper, and ruled her domain, the library, and the news room, with an iron fist when she had to. Flashing my pass to the person working the gate, I was admitted, and instantly ran to the end-zone. The running back, Richard Grayson, the boyfriend of Kori Anders, had the ball and was running like a crazed-man, eager to get a touchdown for his team. He slid in, landing on his knees, ball between his legs. Snapping a picture, I knew this would be on the cover. It was half-way through second quarter, and I was ready for my time to be over. Getting twelve more action shots, I walked out as soon as the band started to play Guns and Roses, Live and Let Die, as part of their James Bond theme for this year. I was hungry, and craving a root beer. Walking to the concessions, I started looking at the pictures on my camera. I should've learned my now, this wasn't a good idea at all. All of a sudden, I found myself in the arms of a red-headed boy with enchanting blue eyes. He was at least a head taller than me, lean and muscular. And now I was caught in a bear hug with him on the ground. I instantly found myself growing pink. He gave me a bemused smile, and I cringed. I got off of him, then stood up. He followed suit.
"I'm SO sorry...I didn't mean to. I was just checking to see if I needed to take anymore pictures for the paper-"
"You're Malory, right?" I started blushing again. I wasn't used to people knowing me, but when you start working for the paper, it happens.
"Yeah...Oh god. You're Wally West!" On top of falling on the poor guy, I had fell on the star of the track team. What a grand way to end my night.
"I get that alot. Sure am." He gave me his perfect smile, and I felt like he was laughing at me.
"Do you want anything? I'll pay..The least I can do for making you walk into me." It took me a bit to understand. I couldn't stop looking at his eyes...
"Er, sure!" Laughing, he walked me to the concessions, then bought me a hotdog and a rootbeer.
"A man out for my own heart." I laughed, and watched as his face turned red.
"You could say that..." he murmered, or at least I thought, but I ignored it. Thanking him, I told him I'd see him later, as we had French together, then walked back to Bee. Half-time only had about two minutes left. She gave me a funny look.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You're smiling..What happened?" I put a hand to my cheek, feeling the warmth on it, even though it was cold out.
"Nothing.Nothing at all."
I may seem like I have the epitome of a perfect life, but I don't. I was abused as a child by my parents until my Aunt Iris came to rescue me. I then grew up with her and her husband, Barry Allen. I was a track star, fastest kid in the county, distict, state, and country. It seemed Gotham High was a breeding ground for all-star atheletes, many chose for All-Star teams, leading them to victory, or Junior Olympic Contendors. I hung out with that crowd, a jock, you could say. A succesful athlete myself, I surrounded myself by succesful people. My name is Wally West, and I've had some bad times in my life, but I've had plenty of good ones to make for the bad. I don't try to forget my past, it helped shape me, make me who I am. If I could change time, I would have kept it the same, because I wouldn't want to be any different. But I have to start from the beginning, and the beginning of my relationship with a certain Malory Carson.
It was the night after the football game I ran into a certain dark-haired photographer, and I was in my room on my computer, signing into AIM. My guy friends and I had nicknames for each other, some for obvious reasons, some for something in past. I was the Kid Flash, since my uncle, Barry, was an Olympic track runner and mulitple time gold medal winner, was called the Flash, and the public referred to me as the Kid Flash, saying I almost rivaled him in speed.
Richard Grayson was Robin, something his mom called him when he was a kid, before they were killed in an acrobatic accident and he was adopted by billionare Bruce Wayne. The flying Graysons had no competition, and their acrobatic routines were intricate works of art. But, one day, a crime-lord known as Two-Face cut the wire his parents and brother were walking on(he was sick, so he couldn't join), and it was the end. Bruce helped him, eventually getting the murderer of his family convicted to a high-securtity prison. But the scars were still there. He was an acrobat-slash-gymnast, a running-back, a karate master. But he was still Little Ol' Robbie-Poo to us. Rich was currently going out with Kori Anders, the captain of the cheerleading squad. Jet-black hair and baby-blue eyes, he's the object of many of his fan-girls affection.
Victor Stone was Cyborg. He was a technological genius, on top of being the star of the basketball team. When people said he should have played football, he only laughed. He answered back, saying it would interfere with his game. His parents are scientist for S.T.A.R. Labs, one of the biggest scientific facilities in the country. He looks intimidating, and could probably crush you in a milli-second if he wanted to, he was BUILT. But in all honestly, he's a laid back guy, and loves beating Gar at video games. He loves basketball, but his favorite thing in the world, other than his object of one-sided affection, Karen Beecher, is his car. It's tricked out and has an awesome stereo system. We race each other sometimes, me on foot, him in his car. It's always an interesting outcome.
Then there's Superboy, better known as Konner Kent. He's from Smallville, moving to the city in freshman year. The quarterback of the football team, he's a human power-house. He doesn't talk about his parents that often, he lives with his grandparents. Last year, for a short time, he went crazy. We had to help him, it turned out, he had a bad reaction to this medicine he was on for his head-ache. It almost ruined his relationship with Cassie Sandsmark, a cheerleader and all-star gymnast. But everything turned out well. Tall, built(He and Vic go lifting together), black hair and blue eyes, he and Richard look like brothers sometimes.
Next is Gar Logan. Originally from California, like Konner, he moved here during freshman year. A bleach-blond, sun-tanned, soccer stud, bundle of energy, he's a strict vegan, point-blank refusing to eat meat. For that reason, we call him Beast Boy. Though he gets hyper, he's not as hyper as me. It's been three years since I started high-school, and teachers are still wanting to put me on ritalin. He has a crush on the dark, mysterious Rachel Roth. But so far, he's had no luck.
We have two more friends, Garth Raines and Roy Harper. Garth is an all-star swimmer, we call him Aqualad. All he seems to do is eat, sleep, and breath swimming. But even his love of water can't help him with his hate of seafood. Long black hair and almost black eyes, he's almost as serious as Rich is. Roy Harper, on the other hand, is a reddish brown-ish haired, green eyed archer. Called Speedy for his accuracy and speed in his archery, he's the envy of any archer. They both transferred from Steel City with Karen Beecher. Both all-star atheletes and junior olympic contendors, we make up the athletic group called The Titans. We have girl members..But it would take too long to explain them. Some other time, I suppose.
So, I sat there, waiting for my friends to sign on, and I seen, simutaneously, they did. Now, we were in a group conference.
Robin: Hey Wally..Heard you had a little meeting with that Jinx girl.
Cyborg: Oooh..Wally finally got a girlfriend!
Beast Boy: Wally and Malory, sitting in a tree..
Aqualad: Roy and I seen him...They looked kinda close!
Speedy: Get a little somethin' somethin' after the game, KF?
Kid Flash: Why can't we gang up on DICK some more. I mean, c'mon. I caught him and Kori in a dark corner of the libray yesterday.
Superboy: Forget that, West! This is WAY too much fun.
Kid Flash: Just shoot me, someone...
Speedy: Want me to come over? It's a short walk. I'll bring my archery stuff.
Kid Flash: No thanks, guys...
Wonder Girl: Awww...Wally isn't gay like we thought, Kori!
Starfire: I believe you're right...
Superboy: Hey Cassie! Are we still on for tomorrow?
Wonder Girl: Yeah.
Kid Flash: Guys..Remember to use protection. We don't want little Cassie's and Konner's running around..
Superboy: You are going DOWN for that, KF.
Wonder Girl: I'll help hide his body.
Kid Flash: I'm gonna go...I'm just getting myself into trouble.
Starfire: Good idea.
I signed off, then jumped in bed. Tomorrow was Saturday, and I was going to the book store tomorrow on some strange impulse. Turning off the lamp on the table beside my bed, I was engulfed in darkness, and found myself asleep..
A/N: Okay! I guess this was long, partially because I had to introduce the major characters. Most chapters will be in between 1,000 and 2,000 words though, unless I make them longer. If you don't know some of the characters, go to titanstower(dawt)com and click on Meeting Room. You should be able to find bio's on most of them. It depends on you readers, though...Reviewing is a must!