Now don't get me wrong. I am thoroughly enjoying writing this story. Personally, I think it is one of the best stories I've ever written for a TV show. But I would REALLY appreciate it that people review more. I come home from school and I see none and I get disappointed because they used to come to normally. You people have spoiled me with reviews. XD But really, it helps and it makes me better as a writer, and having reviews also brightens my day. I had this one reviewer who was reviewing every chapter and now she's like out of here. Sorry if this sounds mean, but I sincerely just wanted to express my opinion.
Anyway, now we are moving onto the story, following into the plotline of 'Indifference' but instead of the Carol and Rick plotline in the show, I'm gonna focus on the kids, because obviously Carol is gone (thank God) but who burnt them? I have a bit of a twist up my sleeve, but trust me, it's not bad. And I know what you're thinking. No, it's not Anna or the kids. But something is up. On with the story!
"Aria, would you stop fidgeting?" Anna laughs as she tries to fit the pajama top over the annoying three year olds head. Aria frowns and moves her head near her pillow, away from the hole that would consume her and send her to sleep.
"No! I want to stay up!" Anna slumps and thinks for a second. What did people do to get three year olds to sleep. She smiles. Bribery.
"How about if you go to sleep now, when you wake up tomorrow morning, we can have chocolate chip ice cream with a ton of whipped cream on top?" She grabs the shirt and puts it over her head quickly, and then settles into the covers, making her mother laugh brightly.
"Gwoodnight!" she says, closing her eyes. Anna rolls her eyes and leans down, pecking her forehead.
"Goodnight, sweetie," she says, getting up from her bed and walking out to the hallway, closing the door behind her. She goes into her room and takes off the clothes she was wearing, putting on her pajama pants and her black tank top that she usually wore to bed. She puts her hair up in a ponytail and runs downstairs, humming an N'SYNC song in her head.
She had fallen for the boy band.
She didn't think she would.
But she did.
And now she was completely fucked, because she had 'Bye, Bye, Bye' stuck in her head. And it wasn't leaving anytime soon. Then again, Justin Timberlake was only 2 years older than her, and he was SEXY. A voice like a fucken GOD. She hoped he would pursue a solo career in the future. She could see him selling out stadiums.
And he was the most loved out of that band.
She walks to the kitchen and grabs a knife to slice a piece of pepperoni that she had ordered previously. Taking a bite quickly, she looks at the note one more time. The one her mother had left her before she came home to nothing.
"Annabelle,
I'm heading out tonight for the meeting in NYC now. I'm sorry I have to leave you alone with Aria, but this interview is much more important."
Anna snorts. She always thought that family was the most important thing to love and to hold in this world. Apparently, her mom thought very differently.
"I left $100 dollars on the counter for you to spend. You should go out with Aria and get something good to eat. Maybe Emmi's?"
Fuck that. She was happy with the cheesy goodness of the freshly backed pizza. Emmi's was way too expensive, even for her taste. Plus, the food was too sophisticated. She likes hotdogs and ribs, not lamb and caviar.
"Be safe and I love you.
Mom."
Anna rolls her eyes and throws the note in the trash. If she loved her, she wouldn't have left her daughter home alone to take care of her baby. She was always there on nights.
She knew her mother didn't like Aria. And Aria didn't like her. Anna barely liked her mother. She barely did anything. All she did was go to meetings and have one worded conversations with Anna. They were never close. Maybe when Anna was a kid, but not now.
And she knew she would be gone for more than the weekend. Her mother had been cheating on her loving father for the past year with a wealthy business man. He worked in the ESB in NYC. Anna was impressed, but this was her father. She loved him more than her mother, even though she wasn't that close with him either. Besides, they were rich off their asses already. Why cheat with a rich dude?
She would never cheat on the person she loved.
Then again, she had never had a boyfriend. A real one. Never experienced love. Maybe it wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.
She had had dates, plenty o f them. Guys would knock on her door and call her up. Even the ones at school who weren't bullying her or calling her names. But none of them seemed like Mr. Right. Not one looked like he would be the one. She wanted someone like that. Even though she barely ever hung around guys.
In fact, the only guy she ever really did hang around was Daryl, and that's because they had been friends with each other since they were kids. Everyone else just seemed to be like a total asshole.
She sits down on her couch and flicks on the TV, having another bite of her pizza. Her eyes flicker to to screen to a 'Men In Black' trailer and she smiles. THOSE were her kind of movies. Action and adventure. And Will Smith. Yummy Will Smith.
She settles to get back into the mood to watch the movie that was going to be playing, but only fornwed when she saw exactly what it was.
Titanic.
She groans, shaking her head. But she sits back, knowing that at this hour, there was really nothing else on but this gooey shit. But she cringes when she sees exactly what scene the movie was coming back to.
The sex scene.
She groans and glares at the screen. "Spoiler: They both die!" she says bitterly, viciously tearing into her pizza and taking a bite. She hated these movies. She hated romance and mushy and gooey and just UGH. She likes Sci-Fi. Horror, and Adventure, not love shit.
Then again, who wouldn't want to screw Leonardo DiCaprio? He was smoking.
Perfect.
He was too perfect for her and her damaged self. For an 18 year old who already had a 3 year old daughter. Everyone one just too perfect for her. She didn't deserve.
Maybe she would just go lesbo with Lily and fuck all men.
Nah, she was too into guys to even think about that.
But that didn't stop her from glaring at the screen when Rose goes to caress his face. "Back off, Rose," she growls. "He's mine," she jokes, taking a sip of her water.
Pshh. In her dreams.
She heard a knock on the door and her brow furrows. It was nearly twelve at night. Who would be here at this time? Maybe it was the boogyman.
She wasn't afraid of that anymore. She had powers. She could kick it's ass.
She places her plate next to her on the couch points her finger at one of the candles. Almost instantly, fire popped out of the skin and landed on the wick of the candle. She might have been through a lot of crap in the past few years, but getting these weird powers were her highlight. Now she could actually threaten all the bullies at school with these fire powers.
She was such a weird kid.
What kind of supernatural bitch was she?
She walks over to the door and quickly looks out the side window. No car. Who had walked all the way to her house in the middle of the night?
Her hand reaches for the knob but stops quickly. What if it was Jack? Or someone here to hurt her? Her fears were coming back up her body, sending goosebumps and shivers all up and down her skin. But she shook her head. She was powerful now. She could take on whoever was there, and with that final thought, she opens the door.
Anna searches through the medical supplies in her fathers kit, trying to be as quick as possible. She couldn't keep this waiting. She had been trained and she would fix this.
She runs back to the kitchen, kit in hand, sitting in front of Daryl.
A very, very, bloody Daryl.
"Jesus, Daryl….you can't keep letting this happen," she cries, wiping the blood tenderly from his face, trying to get all the cuts clean so they wouldn't get infected with something. He shrugs his shoulders, but cringes slightly while doing it. Her eyes move downward."Where?" she asks quietly.
"Back," he replies. She nods and goes for his shirt to see the dangerous gashes his father had inflicted on him, but his hands meet hers, stopping her in her tracks. "Don't. I don't need ya seeing this." She stares at him, trying to figure out what he was playing.
"Daryl, let go of my hands."
"Anna-"
"Let. Go. Of. My. Hands," she grits through her teeth He stares at her for a moment before sighing and looking down, lowering his hands back into his lap. But instead of hers reaching under his shirt to take it off, they bring his face up to meet hers. She locks her eyes with him. "Please, Daryl."
She was asking permission.
She was asking. Permission.
He breathes a shaky breath and nods. He trusted her. He knew she would do the right thing. "Does this involve those powers of yours?" he chokes out. She sighs.
"For these, yeah. The heat will help with the morphine, and make it less painful. Trust me. I know what I'm doing," she says. She goes to his back and slowly takes off his bloody shirt, throwing it in the garbage, knowing there was no use in trying to wash it. She takes in the scars and gashes. These were the worst she had ever seen.
"Jesus," she whispers so low that Daryl didn't even hear. "I'm gonna put the morphine in, ok? And then the hand will come on." He nods, weakly. She had never seen him drained of so much energy. It broke her heart.
She injects the needle into his body and then places her already warmed hand on his back. She feels him cringe for a second, a strain of curses coming out of his mouth for a moment, making Anna smile, but he relaxes a second later, the medicine and the heat from her kicking in. "This has to stop. You may still be in high school, but this can't go on anymore. You can't go back." She cleans up the blood with some rubbing alcohol quickly and starts to stitch them up slowly.
"Got nowhere else to go." She shakes her head.
"I don't give a flying fuck. Anywhere is better then there." She finishes up one of the gashes, effectively stopping the bleeding, and moves onto the next one, blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "I don't care if it's under a fucken highway, you can't go back." She reaches for another string. "You're staying here until my mama comes back from NYC. We got an extra room. When she does, I'm finding you a place. Doesn't matter if school is still going on. You're 23. You need to leave that house."
"Is it true yer heading to NYU? For real?" She was surprised by the sudden question, but nods sadly.
"I wish I could take you with me," she whispers, finishing up one of the gashes. "But I can't stay in the small town Georgia forever. My dreams are too big for this town. God that sounded so cheesy." He chuckles weakly against her.
"City life ain't for me. Just got no clue what I'm gonna do when yer gone. I think I'll go insane." She smiles but then thinks of something. She finishes up the gash and grabs the bandage wrapping it slowly around his body, making sure to steer clear of any of the cuts.
"I have an idea," she says.
"Stay down here?" he says a bit too hopefully. She rolls her eyes and tucks in the bandage, moving to be in front of him, looking at his face.
"Take care of Aria." His eyes widen.
"What?" he yells. She puts up her hands, telling him to calm down mentally. He slumps against his seat, waiting for her to go on.
"You care for her just as much as I do. My mother doesn't give a shit about her. You can be her guardian, send her to school, take care of her while I'm gone. I'm getting you your own place, and she's staying with you when I'm gone. Please, Daryl. You're like a father to her."
"Anna-" To stop him from talking, she leans in and pecks him lips, causing his eyes to widen when she pulls back. She smiles.
"Please?" she asks sweetly. He stares at her for a second and then sighs, shaking his head.
"Fine," he replies. She smiles and gently pulls him into a hug, which he gingerly replies too, wrapping his arms around her. She gently pulls back as well and gets up, grabbing the shirt she had gotten from upstairs. She throws it too him.
"Put this on," she says. He puts it on slowly and Anna smiles, looking to the stairs but freezing when she sees Aria coming down. "Aria, what are you doing up?" Daryl hears this and puts the shirt on completely, covering his bandaged body.
"I couldn't sleep," she replies, rubbing her eyes. She looks to the kitchen and her eyes brighten slightly at seeing Daryl. "Dwaryl!" she yells, running up to him. Anna's eyes widen as the kid jumps into his arms, causing him to cringe more in pain a little. But he settles down and takes her easily into his arms.
"Hey, kid. Why are ya up?" he asks.
"I couldn't get to sleep because of the boogeyman," she whimpers. Anna rolls her eyes. Here we go again.
Present
Aria had her hand on her mouth as she stared at the ice that covered the windowsill. Had she done that? Had she actually made ice come out of her?
She removes her hand and stares at it for a second. Her eyes narrow slightly and she stares back out the window. Then, in the same direction, she waves her hand, and ice and snow comes pouring out of it, hitting the wall.
She falls down on her back and puts her head in her hands. No. This was a dream. This was not happening. There was no way in hell she had ice powers. No way.
"Aria?" someone asks from above. "Are you ok?" She looks up and see Scarlett looking down at her concerned. She looks to the window and sees the snow. "Did you do that?" she asks. Aria nods slowly, her head pounding.
"Yeah…I did."
"Cool! You have powers….like a superhero! You could be like Frozo from Incredibles! Or Elsa!" Aria gets up and walks over to the little girl.
"So Elsa has these powers too, huh? Well, tell her to show them to me," Scarlett nods like its nothing, Aria raises an eyebrow at the girl, who turns to nothing.
"Elsa, make it snow!" she exclaims gleefully. Aria shakes her head and begins to walk out when she feels tiny particles of white fall onto her hand. She turns around and sure as hell, it was snowing on the inside right now.
"How?" she breathes.
"I told you. Elsa makes it snow. But only I can see her. I wonder why. Her gift is cool." Aria nods, walking over to the snowcloud above them. "I can see Aunt Lily too."
Aria freezes (no pun intended) in her tracks and stares at Scarlett.
"You…you can?" she asks, amazed. Scarlett nods.
"Yeah! She's standing right behind you!" She looks closer. "She's saying that she misses you a lot, and that she wishes she could be by your side through this difficult time with your powers. Oh! She says mama has fire powers!"
"Fire powers?!"
"Yeah! She can teach you how to control them and tell you how you got them. She also says that you should go after Carl. She sees the way you look at him." Aria feels blush rising in her cheeks, but she was too amazed at the fact that her younger, six year old sister, was saying all of this.
"What else is she saying?" she whispers.
"She says she loves you very much. And she wants to see you survive this, to get rid of the depression and move on. There's more to life then grieving. Em…Embrass your powers and become a…a hero! She wants you to help people. Oh, she has to go now. She says she'll be watching from above."
Aria feels a tear slip down her cheek, but she quickly wipes it away. "Bye, Lily," she whispers.
"She says bye, too." Suddenly, something clicks in Aria.
"Scarlett, has Elsa said how old she is?"
"270 years old. She is from the kingdom of Arendelle…and…and she was ki..killed in a boating accident on the river."
"That's it!" Aria screams, coming in front of Scarlett. "Do you realize what powers we have?" she asks. Scarlett shakes her head.
"No."
"Scarlett…I can see into the future…and you can talk to the dead."
The group that was on the way to the prison walked along a dirt path. Anna would glance around her every once and while, back at the three people behind Daryl and herself. Sometimes she would just stay quiet. Her voice seemed to have died when she went through that herd of walkers.
"Ya know, something's been on my mind for a while," Daryl says to her quietly. She leans in closer, indicating she's listening. "Have ya told the kids about your powers?" She sighs.
"No, I've gone this long without telling them, why start now?"
"Anna, what if they have powers like ya do? Ya can't keep this a secret forever." She groans.
"I know that, but I'll tell them when and if I have time. I don't think now is the right time to start telling them. They've been through so much, and me telling them I have these weird fire powers would be dangerous to their minds."
"Ya haven't even told the group yet."
"And I don't plan to. Look, I love the group, but this is something I'm not proud of. I can't stand the fact I have these. If fucken Gilly didn't get possessed I wouldn't have these. I haven't used them in over a year. I plan to keep it that way." He looks ahead in front of them.
"Kind of dumb." She rolls her eyes.
"Well, dumbs my middle name half the time." She looks ahead of her and smiles. "Look, there's a truck!"
Anna searches through the remaining auto shop, trying to find a battery that might work in their situation. The car they had found was dead, and they needed to get to this college as soon as possible.
Searching through the shelves, the conversation with Daryl from earlier was still fresh on her mind.
It wasn't like she didn't want to tell them. It just scared her to. It would be like laying a giant test in front of you that you didn't even know was going to happen and you had no time to study. She had a feeling her daughters had powers. Had a feeling since they were kids. But right now was not the time to talking about them. Right now was the time to be getting the supplies they needed to get back to prison.
"Anna, we got one," Daryl says a moment later. She nods and walks out with them. A few seconds later she runs into a walker, but measly plunges her knife into it's head. She was getting so sick of these fuckers.
Anna sat down on the step. Her powers ached in her. She wanted to let them go so badly, but for some reason she just couldn't. Something inside her was preventing her from doing so.
She gets up and walks over to the car Daryl was working on and leans against it secretly, trying not to gain his attention. Slowly, she grabs the cigarette hanging out of his mouth, surprising him, and places it in hers, taking a long drag,
"Been a long time since ya did that, huh?" he says, going back. She nods.
"I'm a singer. I shouldn't be smokin', but in times like these, I just say fuck it." She's silent for a second. "Do you really think I should tell them?" He looks back up, nodding.
"Yeah, I do." She nods and hands him back the cigar, sighing. "See if it's working now," he replies. She nods again and heads into the car, turning the key. She smiles as it bursts to life. Daryl claps and whistles the others over. They were on their way again.
Anna loaded up her bag with supplies at the college, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Something about the place didn't seem right to her.
"Do we have everything we need?" Anna asks, setting her bag down on the table. She had also discreetly grabbed a few bottles of Tylenol. She had been getting massive headaches since the start of this whole thing.
The group nods and begins to leave when walkers start to come through the doors, some actually getting in. "Ah, shit," Anna mumbles, taking off with the others. More kept coming and coming, all trying to get a bite of their skin, but Anna kept plunging her knives, deeper and deeper. She needed to let some anger out. These were the dummies she would be doing it on.
"There's no exit!" Michonne says, trying to get the door to open next to her,
"We make one," Daryl replies. Tyreese nods and throws something against the giant glass window in there, breaking it instantly. Anna runs up and Daryl grabs her hand, helping her out of the death trap that was now the college. She jumps onto the roof on the opposite side, sitting down for a minute. She checks herself over. No bites. No scratches. She was clean.
The others come out one by one. Bob is the last one to come out, but when he jumps, his bag goes flying in the other direction, to where there were more walkers. He grabs it and tries to yank it back, but the walkers had a firm grip on it. Anna and the other go to help him.
"Let it go, Bob," Tyreese says. 'How ironic, didn't we use those words earlier with him?' Anna thinks. She pulls harder and harder, but Bob won't let go. Eventually, they all go flying backwards, the bag goingto the other side. Daryl walks over to pick it up, but notices that instead of medicine inside, it was a bottle of alcohol.
"So instead of meds ya got this?" Daryl says angrily to Bob. He just stood there, staring at the ground in shame. "Ya should of kept walking," he says, and begins to throw the bottle out of sight. But when Anna hears Bob's hand go to his gun, her heart stop.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she mumbles under her breath. 'All this for a bottle of alcohol?'
Daryl sees this and comes up to him, shoving his face all up in his. And even though Anna had known him for year, she would be terrified if she was in Bob's position. Then again, she wouldn't be that stupid to do that.
"Daryl, let it go. Obviously the man's made his choice," Anna says, trying to calm the situation before it could get out of hand. Daryl glares at the man.
"Ya take one sip of that, and I will stomp yer ass into the ground." He forcefully puts the bottle back in his hands and gets off the roof, walking back to the car. Anna glares at him, and then shakes her head.
"A bottle of what? Wine? What the hell is wrong with you?" she says, walking back as well. It was retarded.
Anna was sitting in the back of the truck The very back. It was a pickup truck. She wanted to feel the breeze coming against her face. Her anger slowly melting away.
Daryl was in the passengers seat, and he would glance back at Anna sometimes in the side-view mirror. No matter how pissed off he would be, that girl would always get into his mind. He really did wonder when she was gonna just let it all go.
Anna wondered too. How long was it until she just let it fly. She needed to release more.
They were passing several tree's, a forest to be exact. Anna looks at her finger and flicks one up. A flam ignites. She smiles and extends her whole hands, creating a small fire ball. She looks to the trees , and without a single second thought, throws it at the top of one, setting it on fire.
That was all her anger, evaporating out of her.
She wouldn't let it happen again.
But for the rest of the trip, she played with her tricks and her hands, creating new patterns of flames. This was her. Maybe one day she could truly show it.
So I actually had no clue where the thought of Anna having fire powers came to me. It think I just randomly thought about it in school today. But I thought since her daughters have these weird powers, why not the mother? So I'm going in supernatural territory here because I've always wondered how exactly that would fit into a zombie apocalypse. So I decided to change it up into a different kind of story. But don't worry. Anna is not the killer, even if she had fire powers. She is not the killer. But I will say that shit will go down in the next chapter. And Aria will be getting revenge on someone she really just doesn't like. Hope you enjoyed! PLEASE REVIEW! I 3 U!