[Notice: From this point on, Storm-Maiden-Lucania will be referred to as Stormy. Why? Because it takes to long to type her full name and I already have a character named Luca.º This is just to avoid confusion.]
(Stormy stumbles on, looking quite a bit bedraggled and very exhausted. She stops, swaying slightly.)
Stormy: (Sounds half asleep) Hey everyone. Sorry I sound so tired. I just finished the ACT on Tuesday then I was sick on Wednesday and Thursday. Plus I had a ton of Homework over the weekend along with making a bunch of severed limbs for the production of Pippin I'm in. So yeah, I'm still exhausted. Anyway's here's the second chapter of Angel's Incorporated. Sorry if Gru's accent doesn't sound right. Ok, gonna pass out now. See ya later.
(Passes out. Several minions appear and catch her.)
Kevin: Stormy papo no okone elepla. Joyopo!¹ (Translation: Storm-Maiden-Lucania does not own Despicable Me or any character's relating to it. Please enjoy!)
(6 months later)
I sighed as I floated along behind the girls. My work was not going well. In fact, you could say I was outright failing. In the time I'd been with the girls they had been transferred to an even worse orphanage than before. Their current state of residence was "Miss Hattie's Home for Girls", run by a woman who seemed to be the offspring of the demons themselves, and who worked the girls living there like they were her little slaves. My trio was currently attempting to sell cookies to earn money in order to "Better their futures", most of which went into buying their caretaker hair products.
"This is the next house on our route." Margo announced, and I pulled myself out of my mental rant in order to look up. My heart sank into my shoes as I gazed at the black house towering before me. I had a bad feeling about this place. A very bad feeling. "Let's get this over with."
Margo began to reach out for the door and I jolted forward, meaning to grab her wrist, only to watch as my hand when right through her arm, as though she wasn't even there. I sighed once more, pulling my hand back out from where it was currently residing somewhere in her forearm.
There were certain restrictions on angels under the title of "Guardian" while in the human world. For one thing, we couldn't touch humans or animals. If we did, the ghost effect that had happened a moment earlier would result. We were able to manipulate inanimate objects such as doors and other non living things, though we couldn't mess with a persons clothing, as it was touching their skin. We also couldn't be seen or heard by people without clearance from the man up top. Strangely enough, animals could see us, leading to the belief that animals could see ghosts. Most of our other special powers had also been confiscated, though some remained, such as the ability to float without the use of our wings.
Margo reached up and pressed the door bell, a loud ring reverberating through the interior of the mansion like house. She waited a few seconds and then called out. "Hello! Cookies for sale."
My keen hearing picked up the sound of someone walking up and stopping on the other side of the door.
"Go avay. E'm not ome."² A male voice with a thick Russian accent replied from the other side of the door.
"Umm, yes you are. I heard you." Margo said, cocking an eyebrow towards the door. Edith jumped up in font of the glass spy eye, stretching out the sides of her mouth into a silly face, and I heard a cry of surprise followed by a large thud, as though the man had dropped something heavy.
"No you didn't. Zis is…" The voice paused then came back, suddenly sounding cheaply robotic"…is a recording."
"No it isn't." Margo replied, getting annoyed.
"Yas et es. Leave a message. Beep."
I pulled my arm back and punched the door just as Edith kicked it. Had I had access to my full powers, I would have punched right through the solid oak, but as it was, the door bent inwards for a moment, whacking the figure on the other side in the face. He let out a shout of pain as my two eldest bounced down the steps. Agnes remained, smiling up at the hunk of wood.
"Goodbye, recorded message." She announced sweetly.
"Agnes, come on." Margo called, and the little one ran after her.
I glanced back at the tall house as my charges started off towards the next house on the route and a shiver passed up my spine. I had a strange feeling we were going to be seeing the tall black mansion again soon.
A few hours later we were trotting back to the orphanage after a long day of scouring the neighborhoods for buyers. Agnes and Margo dragged their feet as they walked, clearly exhausted, but Edith still seemed to have enough energy to jump into every puddle she saw. Water sprayed up onto her two sisters as she jumped into a particularly large one.
"Edith, stop it." Margo snapped, her patience wearing thin.
"What, I'm just walking." The blond replied, sticking out her tongue at the other.
I gazed at the two sadly as they glared at each other. The bond between the two seemed to be getting more and more strained by the day. We came upon the house and the girls began climbing the stairs of the large flower printed building as I attempted to keep my bangs out of my face, the hair stubbornly draping over my left eye. My white blond locks flowed down my back, cutting off at my waist, my "Emo"-style bangs hiding my left eye, highlighting my pale complexion.
I flicked my wings gently as Margo opened the door, flowing through the opening as they walked in. They walked down a narrow hallway and into the owner's freshly scrubbed office. I glared and gave a small growl as I saw her.
Miss Hattie was quite possible the worse motherly figure ever. The heavy set, bouncy haired woman may have appeared nice and sweet, but beneath that sugar coated exterior laid a heart of ice, a fact known by every girl that had ever faced her wrath.
My girls stopped behind a line tapped on the floor before her desk and announced their arrival in unison.
"Hi Miss Hattie, We're back."
Hattie stopped from her typing for a moment and glanced over at the girls. For a moment, a look of distain pasted over her face, before being replaced by a cheery smile.
"Hello girls!" she answered, rolling her chair over till she was in front of them.
"Did anyone come to adopt us while we were out?" Agnes asked, peeking adorable up over the edge of the desk.
"Hmm, let me think." Hattie replied, putting her finger to her lips in thought. Her voice suddenly turned harsh and she slammed her hand down on the table. "No!" Agnes back away from the desk, her eyes downcast, and hopes crushed.
It was now Edith who stepped forth, pulling something from her pocket and setting it on Miss Hattie's desk.
"Edith!" She shrieked, and then attempted to calm herself. "What did you just put on my desk?"
"A mud pie." The blond replied, grinning proudly.
I smile spread across my own face, a chuckle building in my throat at my little one's confident reply. Hattie wasn't as amused though. She merely sighed, leaning back in her chair, staring at Edith with an exasperated expression. "You're never going to get adopted Edith. You know that, don't you?"
"Yeah, I know." Edith replied sadly, stepping back from the desk to join her sisters.
I growled with anger. The woman always treated the girls like they were worth less than the dirt she walked on.
"Good." Hattie said, pushing the mud pie off to the side with a pencil. "So, how did it go girls? Did we meet our quotas?"
"Mmm, sort of." Margo replied sheepishly with as shrug. "We sold 43 mini mints, 30 choco-swirlies, and 18 coco-nutties." She looked up for approval from the heavy set woman, who seemed less than thrilled.
"Oookay." You say that like it's been a great sale day." She said, slowly standing. Moving with more seed I thought a person of her girth possessed, she darted around the desk and was suddenly in their faces. "Look at my face! Do you still think it's a great sale day?" she shouted, the girls shrinking back from her. "18 coco-nutties…I think we can do a little better than that, don't you?" She continued, trying to sugarcoat the icy frost in her voice. "We wouldn't want to spend the weekend in the Box of Shame, now would we?"
Of all the things Miss Hattie did to the girls under her care, the "Box of Shame was the punishment I despised the most. She would seal the offender in a cardboard box in the corner of her office, provided with very little food or water, the only source of light coming from a small handle cut out.
"No, Miss Hattie." The girls replied in monotone unison, attempting to ward off the punishment. The effort seemed to work, as the plus s sized woman returned to her fake cheery manner.
"Good. Off you go now. Go clean something of mine." She dismissed them, waving them away with her hand, the faint shadow of a smug expression on her face. The girls trudged sadly towards the door, passing the Box of Shame on the way.
"Hi Penny." The three said in unison.
"Hi guys," the small girl replied form within the box, her eyes the only thing visible through the slot. I almost had to physically keep myself from throwing a flowerpot at the woman's head. Unfortunately, I'd been yelled at by the Boss the last time I'd done that, so I'd need to seek revenge for the girls and Penny in a more passive way.
Quickly flicking my wings, I darted behind the desk and glanced at the screen of her computer. She seemed to be typing a story of some sort and, according to the computer, it was about 10 pages long now. Leaning forward, I silently tapped a few keys, deleting the Word Document and it's saved file. I took to the air and, folding my wings tightly to my body to my body, shoot through the small space at the top of the door between the frame and door it's self as it began to close behind the girls. I pressed my ear to the door as it closed, my wing beats keeping me aloft, and I heard the sound of chair wheels rolling as she went back to her computer, followed by a gasp.
"What?! B-but…NOOOO!"
The horrible woman gave a cry of despair and a devious grin spread across my face as I wheeled around and flew after the girls. I may be an angel, but that didn't mean I had to behave like one.
(Stormy is asleep in a beanbag, cuddling a large Snivy plushy.³ One of the Minions nudges her gently.)
Stormy :(Sits up, sleepily) Huh? What? Oh, the chapter's over all ready? Well, thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. Feel free to ask questions and point out any errors. Reviews are love and flames will be used to cook my pizza. Mmm, pizza.
(Falls back asleep. Minions roll their eyes.)
0- Luca is my main character in my Tsubasa fanfic "Storm Rising". Any fans of the anime or manga Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles, please read and review. Thank you.
1- Mind you, the only "Minionese" word I know is Papoy, which I'm pretty sure means toy, so all this is made up.
2- Sorry at my suckish attempt at writing a Russian accent. I'm gonna try to find a guide and improve it. If anybody can give me any tips, it'd be appreciated.
3- I truly do have a Snivy plushy buried amongst the many other stuffies on my bed. For those of you who don't know what a Snivy is, it's the Grass Type starter in Pokemon Black and White. For those who did know, Yay for other Poke-fans!