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Chapter 3: Greeting Victor Stone.
"I can't believe Kori is working late."Rachel groaned. Placing her cell phone into the back pocket of her jeans,she jumped out of her small, crappy car. The young, red haired girl seemed infatuated with her boss. Groaning, Rachel prayed for Kori's wellbeing. A few months ago,she had to investigate the dangers of office romance for one of her classes. Some of the romances had survived, but many had not. She didn't want Kori to loose her job because of some dumb, budding relationship. This was precisely why,Racheltried to avoid relationships all together.
"Let's get this over with." Rachel mumbled, walking into the Jump City Mall. It was time to find a dress for the ridiculous dance. People bustled around the mall with their many friends; their happy laughter echoed throughout the large hallway. Smiling couples latched onto each other's arms, when they walked among the stores. A part of Rachel began to feel slightly empty. Striding into the nearest store,she began to prowl through the pile's of dresses. A young sales person stared at her for a moment, but then heinstantly scurried off. She was once again alone. At least the solitude was enjoyable.
"This will do." Rachel said, ripping a dress off of a rack. Rushing into the dressing room, Rachel quickly threw the dress over her head. It fit her curves perfectly; it's black, silky material danced againsther legs. Pulling it back off without a second thought, Rachel shoved it back on to the hanger. She would buy the dress. It looked good, and she wasn't trying to impressive anybody. 'Perfect,' Rachel thought.
"Here." Rachel growled, bringing the dress over to the sales lady. Shoving the money into the clerk's hand, Rachel quickly jogged out of the mall. The bag bounced rhythmically against her legs, when she moved. After she encountered the parking lot, she knew that their was something wrong. A few men were vandalizing some guy's car. Whoever owned the vehicle was probably some rich creep, but she still raised her voice in protest.
"Stop." Raven hollered, marching to the men vandalizing the auto. The men jerked around, gripping large, sharp knives in their palms. Facing these men had been a very bad idea. The apparent leader of the group, eyed Rachel with his swollen eyes; a smirk appeared upon his face, as he walked up to her. Standing her ground, Rachel did not back down when he approached.
"Hey, little missy. Your kind of spunky, and I like that in a women. Do You want to come take a ride with me?" The man asked, his stale, sour breath showered Rachel's face. The group behind him began to chuckle, their faces little up with amusement. Glancing down at the leader's knife,she could feel her hand become clammy. This wasn't going to end well.
"Hell, no!" Raven growled, spitting into the man's face. Pushing the knife againsther neck, the man ceased his smiling. After a few more minutes of struggling, Rachel felt herself being pulled towards the gang's car. The man's hands were pushed against her waist, maneuvering her in anyway he wished. Digging her feet into the gravel,she desperately tried to escape the man's clutches.
"You shouldn't talk to the boss like that! The last person who spoke to him like that, ended up in a ditch; and he ain't breathin' no more!"
"What do you think you're doing?" A voice echoed from behindher back. Squirming, Rachel caught a glance of a extremely tall man, muscular man. Relief spread throughher abdomen, when the unknown person came to her rescue. The person who was currently holding her captive, released his grip upon Rachel. With a scurry of feet, the gang rushed in the opposite direction. A sigh of relief braced her body, while adrenaline pumped through her petite body.
"Are you alright, little lady?" The liberator asked, running his fingers over his bald head. Sweat pulsed through Rachel's scalp, but nothing had been damaged in the scrimmage. Unfortunately, the large auto still remained injured.
"Yeah, is this your car?" Rachel questioned, noticing the look upon the man's face. Nodding his head unhappily, he ran his fingers over the car's paintjob. The vehicle now looked like, it belonged in a junk yard. The soft trail's of dried, silver paint, lay scattered on the pavement.
"Yes, the names Victor Stone." Victor stated, shaking Rachel's hand. Quietly,she took the guy's palm into her own. Rachel felt bad for him. It was quite obvious that a lot of time and money, had gone into making the car absolutely perfect. During her earlier school years,she had been forced to take a couple of auto classes. After awhile, Rachel began to enjoy fixing cars; However, she still did not know much about them. Time with scarce in Rachel's life, so she wasn't even able to repair her own car.
"Nice to meet you; I'm Rachel Roth." Rachel slowly began to pick up, her bag containing her dress. It was slightly dirty after the fight, but no permanent harm had been done. Placing the bag against her upper arm, Rachel felt her scowl deepen. Was she ever going to have a good day?
"So, why were those guys after you." Victor questioned, curious abouther involvement in the situation. The sun burned against Rachel's back, making her headache deepen. Great, now she didn't have time for a shower before she went to work. Maybe she should just call in sick.
"I saw them keying your car. Of course; I wouldn't have stepped in, if I had known that they had knives." Rachel stated, crossing her arms in disgust. Nodding his head, Victor stared at the purple haired girl. In a few weeks he would be hosting his annual, 'Get Stoned' party of the year. Of course, their were never any drugs involved. Shoving his hand into his pocket, Victor Stone pulled out a small invitation. This girl should be enough to cure Garfield's excessive use of hormones.
"Here." Victor said, shoving the invitation into her hands. Glancing at the paper carelessly, Rachel quickly handed it back to Victor. Parties weren't reallyher scene; everybody was drunk and filled with excessive happiness.
"Do I look like a party person?" Rachel asked, looking down at herself. A simplistic, black pullover coveredher upper body, while navy jeans were placed onto her legs. A gust of wind blew her lavender hair into her face, and she yanked it out of her visage.
"No, not really; but, I never really would have pictured you as a dance person either." Cyborg commented, glancing down at Rachel's dress. Yanking the bag aside,she could feel a death glare overcome her features. Her mother said, that she had gotten the glare ability from her father. 'I really don't want to think about my father right now,' Rachel contemplated.
"The dress means nothing." Rachel growled, gripping the shopping bag tightly. Smirking, Victor re-handedher the invitation. Gripping the brightly colored paper, Rachel shoved it into her back pocket.
"Just think about it."
Two Hours Later….
"Some girl, did this to you?" Victor questioned, staring at Garfield's black and blue face. Bruises ringedhis left eye, while redness pulverized his cheek. The wounds had been swelling all night long, and even the ice pack did not vanquish it's heated exterior. A smile played upon Victor's lips, as Garfield began to poke at his face. 'Rachel did a lot of damage. I wonder if she lifts weights, or somethin' like that,' Garfield thought.
"Yeah, she is one of the librarians."He said, staring at his face in the mirror. His face was a greenish color because of a sickness, he had acquired when he was a child. Luckily, the purple did not clash with the green to much. When he got embarrassed, the redness in his face made him look like a Christmas elf. Of course, some of the chick's liked it. "She pretty much hates me, though."
"I'm not surprised.." Victor chuckled, placing a ice pack upon Garfield's bruise. His little, green friend had not committed to a woman, since he had dated Terra. The blonde girl had dumped Gar, and ran off with a man named Slade. Slade owned a company that sold appliances, food and other random substances. Bruce Enterprises was the top competitor in the appliance market, before Slade's company came bulldozing through the industry.
"Hey, what's so wrong with me?" Garfield question, slicking his hair back. The mirror seemed to sparkle, when he stared at his appearance. For awhile, he had wanted to become a famous actor. He had performed in a low budget video called, The Shoddily Shawl. Movies like that did not get much publicity, and he hadn't been able to get any jobs in other movies. So, he would work in the library until he got his big break, as an actor. Because he had won the lottery, Garfield was often covered by the spotlight. Eventful things hardly were hardly ever experienced in Jump City, so even a small gig actor was treated like a superstar. 'Yep, I'm looking good.'
"Admit it, dude. The girl's you've been dating, haven't been helping your reputation; most of them were lacking a brain. And, you haven't really committed to anybody. The Jump City makes you out to be a type of man whore, or something." Victor stated, realizing the he was being to harsh. He was only angry because some little punks had keyed his car, earlier that day. The men that had conducted the destructive behavior, had managed to escape his grasp. The perfect paintjob on his auto had been ravished; somebody was going to pay.
"I am not a man whore!" Garfield defended, contemplating his last couple of relationships. Sure, most of them had not lasted more than a day. It didn't matter, did it? His last girlfriend had been extremely exciting. However; she was thrown into jail because she killed some guy.
"I know, dawg! How dare they destroy my baby? Do you know how long it took me to give her that smooth glossy shine? Whoever it was that keyed my car, is going to pay!" Victor growled, shaking his hand near Garfield's face. Stepping back,he realized that he should leave before Victor got violent. He had work in thirty minutes. If he was lucky Rachel would be there, so he could discuss his problem with her. ' I bet she doesn't agree with those crazy people,' Garfield contemplated.
"I better go soon"He whimpered, backing away from Victor. Calming down, Victor slowly eased his hands down to his sides. A soft smile painted his face, as he looked at the bruises on Garfield's face. WhenGar had still been in school, he got constantly beat up because of his scrawniness. A few years ago,he had finally grown into a manly size. Although; he still wasn't as tall, as Victor.
"I invited this girl to my annual party. She has brains though, so I'm not sure if you'll hit it off." Victor laughed, as Garfield grimaced slightly. A sharp pain crashed through the side of his face, making him yelp in pain. A little bit of curiosity filled his abdomen, when Victor talked about this new female.
"What's her name?"He questioned, placing the icepack upon the cut. He hoped the swelling would go down by the time of Victor's party. Excitement danced in his lungs, when he thought about Victor Stone's celebration. Nothing was better, then dancing all night long with a beer in his hand.
"I think her name was, Rachel Roth."
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