I told you I'd finish this soon. And I actually did do it XD
thank you for being patient. And as this now has passed the 50 followers mark, I really wanted to get this done. I'll do another dedications part in the next chapter, as this one just wasn't my best writing.
but yes, we are here again. I thought X2 would be easier to write as it is one of my favourites, apparently not.
went to see Guardians of the galaxy recently...*commence happy dance and squealing* I loved every second of it! If you haven't seen it, you need to go, movie of the year in my opinion and own of Marvel's best films, it tops Avengers and DOFP in my opinion.
The link to the trailer for this is on my account bio, as it wouldn't work on the actual chapter.
the song I'm using is very personal to me, it is a brilliant masterpiece and it always makes me think of my sister and how everything has changed. I recommend listening to it, because it's a sing I believe everyone can empathise with :)
With that done, on with the chapter...
Say something, I'm giving up on you,
I'll be the one, if you want me to,
Anywhere I would've followed you,
Say something, I'm giving up on you,
Say Something ~ A Great Big World
I stood by the ajar door in silence. For a full minute I waited as both Vanessa and Toad proceeded to death stare me. To be fair, the hateful looks didn't bother me, I had received a large amount of the same exact glares in the world of humanity. Unfortunately, these glares were accompanied with Vanessa's crossed arms and Toad's tilting of his head, and both were for a reason even I could decipher without being told.
"You left this...twerp in my apartment." Vanessa seethed accusingly, not even bothering to use a questioning tone as it was unneeded. However, her glowering crimson eyes did create a minor spark of panic, which was only made worse as Toad also spoke up, making me feel rather cornered in the tiny apartment.
"You lead me to this less-than-pleasant whore. Believe me doll, I don't want to be in this apartment with you either." He grumbled in his usual sneering tone, which I had happily avoided until now. But before Vanessa could throw the ashtray at his head, I stepped further into the apartment with my fiery eyes fixated on Toad who still remained clinging to the ceiling like a spider.
"You didn't have to stay, I didn't have to help you against that gang of humans. So suck it up and leave if you don't like it." I replied in a calm demeanour, but with a clear sense of you wouldn't be alive without me tone. Apparently it did the job as Toad grumbled something incoherently and then landed on the ground feet first. I nodded my head approvingly, Vanessa still disgruntled, but was happy to see the slim ball off her ceiling.
"Glad we have an understanding." I said sarcastically with a hint of smugness, to be fair, with the recent trip I needed to take my frustration out on somebody, it was just bad for Toad that he had been himself in the worst possible moment.
With a snort, Toad advertently pelted into the bathroom, much to my and Vanessa's dismay because we both knew that this was his way of getting us back. Still, it was worth to have the slimball out of the way as I had a chance to greet Vanessa properly.
As if on a timer, Vanessa strolled forward with her bare feet peeling off the floorboards. When she reached me, I was caught off guard with a tightened hug, which was both awkward and unexpected on both parts.
"Didn't run into too much trouble did ya?" She asked, but with my voice.
Vanessa's mutation meant she could turn into about anybody, like my old friend (notice I use the word friend very lightly) Mystique, only Vanessa's is down to a cellular level, or so she tells me. Therefore, she can mimic my voice, but also see my thoughts, memories. Because of this, she saw exactly what had happened to me in the last month.
Strangely enough, it wasn't like Charles Xavier poking his wrinkled hands inside my brain. Vanessa's mind reading was more, empathetic, it felt more like she wasn't meaning to do it, like it was out of her control which was likely true. Either way, she saw how the name Stryker had lead me to Canada, unfortunately not much further as everything around the name was shrouded in secrecy. Still, I found myself in some trouble, this trouble resulting in a couple of loudmouths with alcohol being taken to hospital due to dehydration.
They survived...I think.
I wouldn't intentionally kill them. I couldn't. And admittedly it was self-defence seeing as they attacked me first, even if it was with only a broken vodka bottle.
"Honestly, I expected you never to show up again." Vanessa said with a slight slur, as if she had been drinking herself. I hastily but politely pulled away from the hug, expression blank even though I spoke with slight humour.
"Good to know you have faith in me. I suppose that does explain the hug." I added awkwardly, seeing as I had only spoke with Vanessa three times, including the conversation now.
The first was when I woke up after being knocked unconscious by Cyclops, Vanessa had taken me away and helped me heal before the X-men or police could lock me up. The second, was actually the same day, finding Toad in a gutter next to water that separated Liberty Island and the main city, my sympathetic side pouncing on me as I found myself fending off the growling men trying to beat him to a pulp.
He owes me now.
"Faith? Bull. Shit. I warned you before you left, Stryker ain't a mutants' best buddy, but yer weren't gonna listen." She said like an all-knowing sister, crossing her arms and tapping her foot for extra emphasis that I was in her bad books.
"I barely knew you, and Stryker was the best lead I had had on finding out what had happened to me. Do you really think I was gonna pass that up just because some stranger had told me it was dangerous? You didn't know me. Not really. All you knew was that I had ended up unconscious with a blow to my head and cops surrounding me." I argued my case, not something I had planned to do, especially after what she had done for me, but I was honestly exhausted and was fed up with being the bad guy.
"I knew you enough to know that you weren't cut out for a confrontation with Stryker. Maybe Magneto and this Mystique gave you a few pointers, but even they wouldn't be able to go up against him. And don't look at me like that! That twerp was itchin' to tell me what you had been doin' with this brotherhood." She replied back, with just as much argumentativeness as I had, but I couldn't tell whether this was her mimicry or her just trying to make a point.
Either way, I closed my mouth even though I had plenty to say, and then again, nothing at all. She sighed and the argument faded away rather quickly, Vanessa clearly not wanting a fight, but then I was too tired for one too.
"Can I crash here tonight? I heard about the attack on the president from the news...thought it might be an idea to stick around for a while, let's hope Xavier's' stopped looking for me." I said, shrugging my shoulders lazily, only to have Vanessa roll her eyes at my inability to stay awake.
"Sure, but you got the couch kiddo." She answered with a wink, to which I replied with a small smile and a quick thanks as I headed over to the couch and practically jumped onto it, missing the squeaky springs and the smell of cigarette smoke contaminating the fabric. No sooner had I found a comfy position, my eyelids drooped as a month with little sleep caught up with me straight away.
"I've got to go meet an old friend. Have fun with the slimball." Vanessa called cruelly, but I merely grumbled as what she had said didn't register as my mind slipped more and more into the unconscious but glorious deep sleep. Unfortunately, this meant I didn't hear Toad creak the bathroom door open, seeing me sprawled on the couch fast asleep.
I didn't know the prank he had planned for me when I woke up.
"In my opinion, Magneto's behind this." Cyclops' accusation jolted me out of the daydream I had found myself in out of boredom. Truth be told I had only been standing abut a metre away from the stiff mutant, with his red tinted glasses. My mind somewhere else as I stared out onto the beautiful garden, warmed by the summer-like day's rays.
Professor X's office did have the best view of the said garden, but as he himself had explained, the office was once his mother's leisure room, the view apparently calming her with the war going on around them.
It didn't give me the same satisfaction. These meetings I hardly made a noise, just listening, interrupting an idea if it would danger the future I had seen in my head so many times. This never really happened, the future normally set its own course, but sometimes a few rebels tried to change it, not even really knowing they were.
Either way, I twisted my head and resumed my interaction in the meeting. Cyclops and I were the only two standing, Elijah, Dr Grey and Storm all sitting in precarious chairs around the office. Dr Grey and Professor X sharing a glad table with chess pieces scattered on top, Elijah and Professor X clearly sharing more matches as they discussed the best course of action.
But Cyclops was false. Magneto was not to blame for the crime, which Dr Grey jumped on immediately. Voicing her own option as Cyclops pushed off the window and faced his fellow X-men, me preferring the window as warmth shrouded me.
"No, I don't think so, Scott."
At this I could feel someone's eyes watching me, I knew who, and I blatantly refused to acknowledge it. Elijah was always noting my movements in these meetings, deciphering what I was thinking, but not as an effort to destroy my privacy, more to how far gone from the little boy I used to be.
Maybe it was cliche to say everyone couldn't see that I had grown up, most of them did, but then they always pictured the homeless boy that had found his way to the school. I remember how I used to be more carefree back then, even after everything with Stryker, but that carefree state was thwarted a month ago.
I guess no-one expected me to change so suddenly in a month. It wasn't exactly like I had a choice, Professor X made that perfectly clear when I decided to help the X-men.
I glanced at the said Elijah. His usually smart attire had changed, suits had changed into shirts or plain t-shirts, and jeans were quite common. He was apparently trying to get back into the time period he was in, all those years remaining the same man, he clearly realised everything changed eventually.
"While Erik could organise something like this from prison, but I think Elijah would agree with me, it would be irrational and only hurt his goal of mutant prosperity." Professor X said with a mild shake of his head, his mind functioning faster as he tried to understand a better explanation other than Magneto's involvement.
It was true. It was way too abrupt for the old mutant, and one that wasn't as precise as his attack at the UN summit.
"I agree, Erik may be a brash man but he isn't idiotic...this would not help his goal at all, it would squander it if anything." Elijah said, wavering his hand around as he sat near Professor X. It seemed, Cyclops liked moving around in these meetings, which had been established before as he sat in a chair with bitterness dripping from his words.
"You mean superiority." He huffed, and honestly I agreed with it.
"You're right, if Erik had his way." Professor X sighed.
"He won't." I grumbled, having every pairs of eyes rest on me, my inclusion getting this reaction often. I myself pushed off the window and argued my own case.
"At the moment he's secure, but that won't last long. We all know that. And I don't exactly trust the guards to be pleasant...he'll get out, and he will make a mess when he does." I seethed, bitter at Magneto, and that wasn't exactly a secret. True, I hadn't seen him escape, but I saw the mess he made last time when he tried to help me escape Stryker's clutches.
He knows how to use the environment around him, and with nearly everything being made of metal nowadays, it wasn't that hard to create a weapon.
"I don't question he will escape Isaac, nor that the guards won't be bitter. But this situation I don't think involves him at this time. When he does try, we will be there...he won't get to anyone else Isaac." Professor X promised, creating a thick atmosphere in the room.
It always goes back to her.
I sighed internally, which was my mistake, as Dr Grey heard it instantly.
Don't give up on her.
She replied, to which I couldn't help but turn my face to her under my thick layer of hair. She smiled tightly, so much sweetness that I couldn't help but reply with my own small one. I hadn't given up, I was just tired, tired of every issue sudden to revoking around Sammy's betrayal.
But that was hypocritical, I blamed most of Pyro's antics on her, something I needed to stop.
"I'm sorry for interrupting." I said with actual guilt in my voice, and I caught Elijah nod his head at me. Professor X's demeanour didn't change, but his ancient eyes read it all.
"You were voicing an opinion, and one that will be important at a later date, there is no need to apologise. Is there anything you wish to say on the President's attack?" Professor X offered, to which I suddenly felt numb. This numbness was more for how I felt cornered, like at a school okay when you forget every line, everyone staring at you in the darkened audience.
"Maybe...maybe the President will freak, after all there's still the Act against mutants which Senator Kelly was trying to enforce." I said shrugging my shoulders, thinking what would the most powerful man in America do when attacked nearly point blank by a mutant.
This actually got the conversation back in motion. Storm picking it up instantly as she stepped forward with a raised hand, realisation written all over her face.
"And of course, the government will reintroduce the Registration Act." She said, walking past everyone to sit in a chair next to Cyclops, eyes catching mine for a second with a well done wink.
"Or worse." Elijah replied, eyes sharp as Professor X concluded for him.
"The President could declare a state of emergency, place every mutant under arrest."
That didn't sound good. Then again, nothing did right about now. But by the look on everyone's faces, this wasn't going to happen, not with the X-men.
"Do you think the assassin was working alone?" Dr Grey asked, and I'm sure that this was a question that was running through everyone's heads.
"We'll only know that if we find him first. I've been trying to track him using Cerebro, but his movements are...inexplicably erratic. When I have exact coordinates, Storm, Jean...Isaac."
The room suddenly felt chillier. I stood closer to the centre as everyone had been talking, the words muffled a little, and then Professor X's bombshell was sharper than anything I had heard in over a month. It cut straight through the X-men too. I had never been allowed to go out on a mission before, no matter how minor.
I nearly choked on the lump in my throat as his eyes rested on me, and I realised, that this was a test.
"I'll need you to take the jet and pick him up." He finished, nodding his head so slightly at me.
"Professor...why are you letting me go?" I questioned. Professor X leaned back in his wheelchair, the creak pounding against my ears as I focused on nothing but him, this opportunity coming around sooner that I ever would have thought.
"You are in safe hands with Storm and Jean. Though I might advise for you to remain out of danger, I trust you have reached a maturity to be trusted with this, and I hope you trust my judgement too. Are there any objections to this?" Professor X asked, or more, he challenged and I saw that it was actually Cyclops who was the only one to object, then again, he could never see me as nothing but a young student.
"He's too young, what if he distracts Storm or Jean? He could create more danger if he went." Cyclops argued standing up on principal as he didn't even look at me, not even acknowledging me.
"You honestly think I'm that stupid? It wasn't a miracle that I found my way here, it was hiding, and running, and more running. I never stopped. I can do this, at least give me the benefit of the doubt, give me one chance to prove I have what it takes. If I don't, then you were right, but I won't let them get hurt because of me." I argued at Cyclops, who shaped his body to me as soon as I opened my mouth.
It was clear from the expressions on everyone's faces, that this was history repeating itself, only this time I was arguing because I wanted to be listened, I wanted an honorary place with the X-men and at the school.
"I think...this concludes this meeting. Isaac you will go with Storm and Jean when I find the mutant. Everyone, back to your duties." Professor X finished. Cyclops left first, but not until he shot me a look from behind his red glasses. And I concluded myself that we were never truly going to get on as people said.
"Don't worry, me and Jean I never going to let anything happen to our favourite student." Storm pouted jokily as she hugged me tight, and I couldn't help a laugh escaping my throat.
"Favourite student? I hardly go to class." I croaked back, and when she let me go she raised an eyebrow.
"How about...favourite-student-who-never-turns-up-for-class-but-he's-too-cute-to-be-mad-at?"
I don't think anyone could not laugh at the expression on Storm's face as she waited for my reply, either way, she giggled with me, and I could never not smile when she was around.
"I think we'll stick to favourite student, although we're not allowed favourites, you're special." She said in a terrible baby-accent, ruffling my already messy hair before she disappeared out the door with Dr Grey trailing her, said Dr Grey hugging me just as tightly.
"They really care for you." Professor X stated from behind me, and my smile turned into a sigh of depression.
"I know. But that's what will make them vulnerable if I do go." I explained as I turned around, forgetting that Elijah was still in the room.
"It's only natural they will what to protect you, which is why Elijah will accompany you too." Professor X decreed, but I wasn't even allowed to open my mouth as Elijah whisked me out of the room with a poof of grey smoke.
As always, I gasped in oxygen, despising the quick travel. But I was a little content at where I was, the library, where I spent most of days.
"I hate it when you do that." I grumbled as Elijah stepped behind the counter, piling some books into a cart. I stood up straight from my hunched over position, and inspected him. He was wearing a plain blue shirt, unbuttoned at the top, with I assumed jeans to match. His hair had changed too, it wasn't like to veils now, it was cut so that his facial features were clearly visible unlike before.
Feeling somewhat suspicious, I walked up to the desk and prepared to say something. Elijah took little notice, or he tried not to, but I never really talked as I was doing now, normally I would walk off and find a couple of books to study with.
"Why do you...why are you acting like a dad to me?"
The question shocked him, well, it shocked me too. It was more the wording that I used, that word that hardly ever escaped my lips due to the history behind it, but then again it seemed an appropriate question.
Elijah instantly looked up, like a meerkat as he stared at me with wide eyes. It took me a moment to realise, but he was actually speechless, I had made Elijah Gärtner speechless. He set the books down slowly, eyes scanning the room for anyone who would eavesdrop, but it was lesson time and the professors had been cracking down on students skipping classes a lot more thoroughly.
"Pardon?" He choked, still moderately speechless.
I licked my lips and continued, not holding back what had been collecting in my mind for a while.
"Professor X told you to keep an eye on me, that I get...but you take that to a whole new level. You help me with my homework, give me advise, practically drag me to class, and I've lost count how many times you've shoved me into bed when I've been up late. You just...you do more than what Professor X asked of you. I don't understand why." I explained, unable to look him in the eye when I spoke, but now I stared straight at him, wanting an answer after that speech.
He stood frozen, eyes squinting at me every so often as he tried to decipher an answer to a very delicate subject. And honestly it was a question that didn't have a right answer.
"Because you need one." He replied, so simplistic and yet it was a flawless answer to a situation that could have gone in a whole different direction. "You need someone to give you help...even when you don't ask for it. You cannot do this alone, you're too young, and it seemed none of the others saw this so I stepped up and took the responsibility. But like you, I get carried away sometimes." He said, a small smile on his face. It was one I hadn't seen before though, it was proud, and it made me feel a lot less awkward.
"The choice is yours, but I'm always here, when you need me." He said after coughing lightly. He grabbed the books and poofed somewhere else inside the library, but I was too exhausted to find him and try to talk again. Instead, I was happy with his answer, and decided to find Storm and Dr Grey, in case Professor X would find the mutant.
"You're more of a dad than mine ever was." I mumbled to myself before sprinting out of the library. However, I didn't see that Elijah had been above me on the higher shelves, nor did I see the sparkle and light smirk on his face.
Cold.
That was the only feeling I felt wash over me.
Unbearable coldness.
I was in near complete darkness, but somehow I just knew the room was large, maybe even damp due to the coldness and the loud drips of echoing droplets.
I wasn't exactly coherent, in truth, I felt numb.
Lifeless.
But feeling returned, if only a little, and an uncomfortable pitch seemed to be pressed into my leg. I groaned not on my own accord, the groan sounding too squeaky to be my own. Slowly senses became clearer and more connected, however, this only made the situation more complex. I was lying on a cold metallic object, my fingertips scraping across the shiny surfaces ,again, not on my own accord.
I realised that I had no control over my own body, I was trapped, watching everything unfold behind strained eyes. But to my horror a figure came into view. Leaning over me was a man dressed head-to-toe in scrubs, even the shower head caps, the whiteness blinding me. I whimpered and tried to move, but the rubbing feeling of leather clamped over my wrists and ankles, tethering me down.
"She's waking up...shall we sedate her before we continue?" The scrubs wearing man asked, speaking to someone I couldn't see, but a voice resonated from my feet.
"No, it will waste time, continue now."
It was gruff, without care, and worst of all it sounded hateful. The doctor sighed behind his white facial mask, shaking his head a little before disappearing out of my eyesight. Panic quickened my heartbeat, as I frantically began trying to get my wrists free from the clamps, but I was too weakened.
"Stop it!" I screeched, the voice again sounding squeaky, young even. I knew why as I caught my reflection in a machine that looked like a monitor. I was a child, perhaps five or six, sweat and tears falling down my sunken face, the paleness and daunt expression more terrifying than the doctor.
"Can't you hear her? Stop this!"
I know that voice...
I spoke somewhere deep inside my head, the thoughts not of the younger version of myself, but my own in this nightmare. It was Dad. It had to be by the gruff southern accent. I felt sick, knowing that the man who had caused me so much pain was here, watching me being tested on, which was what I could decipher as more pinching sprouted from my waist, arms and legs.
They were extracting something, the sensation of being drained causing my further weakness and paleness. I thrashed in my restraints even more, head rocking from side to side as I caught glimpses of other doctors, screaming no over and over again until my voice shattered.
I was crying, or more sobbing as the pinching quickly turned into large shocks of agonising pain. A figure quickly slipped next to my head, brushing my mangled black hair out of my eyes, almost lovingly until I saw the man was my father. He stared down at me, shaven, the pink pigment skin around his mouth and chin actually surreal. But his eyes, they were truly saddened by my state, and I couldn't help but whimper at him.
"Please make it stop. Please make the pain stop!" I cried out as I thrashed one last time, but found it useless as my chest heaved, too weak to even move a finger.
"Please sedate her. Stryker you won't get the best results if you don't sedate her." My Dad pleaded to the man in the darkness, and after an extremely long pause of consideration, the man chuckled cruelly.
"Sedate the mutant." He responded loathinly, and a jabbing pain was pressured into my neck, but I was unable to look at the sedatist as weakness and exhaustion overpowered curiosity. Very quickly, I found my hearing became muffled, and I couldn't focus on anything as my eyes and mind buffered. However, I managed to focus on Dad's face long enough to see him look lovingly in my eyes before brushing my hair out of the way again.
"You're safe now baby girl."
I woke with a start, but found I couldn't move. I thought I was back in the nightmare again, the binds holding me down. But when that fantasy world slipped away and I returned to reality, I found that hardened green goo had been splattered over my hands and feet.
"Toad I'm going to kill you!" I croaked hoarsely, the imaginary screaming breaking my vocal chords. Toad was nowhere in sight, and I couldn't hear his hissing snickers anywhere. But this caused another problem, I was trapped, like in the nightmare world, and all I could do was thrash and tire myself trying to grab freedom.
My chest heaved as sweat collected over my skin, droplets running down my face with a sticky texture. I focused on my breathing, not wanting to go into a state of rage, not now, not with everything I had been through already.
Maybe I could be classed as a pathetic, whiny brat. But it hurt. Everything hurt. And at that very moment as I lay paralysed, I realised that I had lost everything because I chose revenge over family. It had taken so long, to realise this, I could have had a life, but I threw it away just so that I could make humanity feel that pain.
I was a monster. There was no denying that.
"Evil isn't born...it's made."
I quoted inside my head, but I just snorted at it. Maybe it was true, but I let that evil consume me, I let it get in the way and ruin any chance of reuniting with Isaac.
Lying alone in that apartment. All I could do was contemplate everything I had done, would do, all because of one old mutant who I let crawl inside my head and poison every ounce of me.
I deserved it. I deserved worse.
All I could do now was live it, live with that guilt now and forever.
A few hours later. My head snapped to the front door, the keys clicking in the lock, but I knew that it meant it had to be Vanessa which I was happy about. My eyes were puffy from tears I had shed, and I couldn't exactly wipe them away, so I had to have this moment of Vanessa seeing my weakness.
She opened the door, and was about to let someone else in. But she stopped mid-turn, saw me in my trapped state, and quickly said something along the lines of wait here for a moment. She slammed the door shut and grabbed a kitchen knife from a drawer and helped break the green goo. It sizzled having it cut off the flesh of my wrists, but I sighed happily once I was free.
"Thanks. That twerp is dead." I grumbled, but honestly it was to hide the guilt in my eyes. Vanessa just stood staring at me, like she was analysing me again, a common thing with her I realised. But she snapped out of the trance quickly and headed back to the front door, sticking the knife in the wall beside said door, hiding it from view when she opened it.
"Get in." She ordered harshly, and I was instantly curious. Vanessa didn't let anyone other an clients in, and then, she never spoke so harshly as she was now. But I quickly saw why.
A very thin man stepped into the apartment, bold as brass, his figure hiding under a baggy brown trenchcoat. I say trenchcoat, it was more fur-based, but whatever it was it looked expensive. But the man himself didn't look as clean in the slightest. Hair cut slightly short and was admittedly half well-kept, square glasses that actually magnified his dead blue eyes.
A grubby stubbled chin. And then the teeth, two yellow stumps sticking over his bottom lip. I couldn't quite place what he reminded me off, but it wasn't something saint like or indeed trustworthy.
"This the kid?" He asked, voice sounding like it had seen a fair amount of pills shoved down his throat. Feeling a little betrayed that Vanessa had told someone about me, I removed all the guilty thoughts and instantly switched off any emotions and replied with a cold glare and an even icier tone.
"The kid, has a name actually."
"Like I care...I just want to know whether this is a joke or not." He huffed back a lot quicker than I had prepared for. He instantly turned his back on me and back to Vanessa. There was a clear strain in the atmosphere, especially since I had unintentionally clenched my hands into fists, staring at the rude stranger's back.
"This isn't a joke Weasel. She needs a job, at your bar, and none of the extra work shit." Vanessa added sharply, to which I felt bile rise in my throat. The extra work another word for selling myself, and that was never going to happen in a million years.
"I don't want to work for this dick!" I argued, standing up on question just to prove how disgusted I was at this proposal. But from the glare Vanessa shot at me, it was a bad call to say such a thing.
Weasel didn't even seem offended by the backlash, obviously hearing worse, but maybe I had lost my chance at getting this job. Though why Vanessa was trying to find me a job was a but odd, after all, it wasn't like I was staying below the telepathic radar after the Liberty a island failure.
"And I don't want a whiny bitch working for me." He countered, to which I raised a hand sharply.
"Don't ya dare!" Vanessa scolded, the infuriated tone shocking me frozen. I dropped my hand, but still glared hatefully at Weasel's back.
"Well, she knows to do what she's told, that could be useful I suppose. Fine, she's got the bar work, but know if she tries anything like that again and I'll set you know who on her." Weasel threatened, Vanessa going pale, of that were even possible with her light blue skin.
"You wouldn't. He doesn't do that sort of job." Vanessa said firmly, but even she shook a little.
"How would you know? Anyway, wouldn't want to let slip to him that you're still alive, would we?" Weasel said slyly, and I was beginning to see how he got his name. Vanessa didn't speak a word, glaring just as hatefully as I was.
"That's what I thought." He murmured, before turning to me with crazed bloodshot eyes. "You work the late Saturday nights, Amber will talk you through it. See ya soon bitch." He chuckled evilly as he left, closing the front door so quietly I doubt anyone would think it was even opened.
As soon as his feet became inaudible, I rushed forward and accused Vanessa instantly.
"What the hell was that? I don't want to work for that-"
"I need rent. You need a job. So there." Vanessa interrupted harshly, shooting me down into silence. But the silence didn't last long as we stared at each other, Vanessa sighing tiredly as the brief moment of anger subsided.
"I'm sorry kiddo, Weasel brings out the worst of me...who I used to be. I can't afford you being here as well, and as you're thinkin' of staying, I though I'd get you a job somewhere. Weasel may be a sly barstard, but he's clean compared to most jobs around here." She explained, and when she had finished I rubbed my eyes and whined like the exhausted chick I was.
"Okay, I need to earn my keep. Thanks for finding the job though." I thanked, but not as graciously as I should have done. Vanessa cracked a smirk, and was about to reply when her eyes scanned the apartment curiously.
"Where's slimball anyway?"
"I think he's gone...for good."
"Perfect. If hadn't gone I sure as hell would have done it for him, and he'd have one of my heels stuck up his a-"
Yes I've finally done another chapter. Sorry it isn't the best, again, I'll be back up to speed as they say soon. I had about 40% of this done, well, Aqua's part anyway and then I added Isaac's in the middle where I think it suited better.
Normally I'm really descriptive, but I don't know, this chapter I really wasn't, I think I need to get back to writing more again but I've just been really busy lately.
anyways, tell me what you think with your amazing reviews.
~ BehindTheMasqueradeMask