by Amelia Janet
A story of a friend's OC's. Not my story, just sharing it. Hope yall enjoy it!
Chapter 3: We Stand
Eventually, I got over the death of Jenkins. I didn’t have much to do other than go to the store for food since Father didn’t want to leave his chair in the living room. He kept quiet and calm when he was in that chair with a drink. I focused on making sure the house was livable. Although sometimes, things were different. Since Father wouldn’t go to work, we started running out of money, so I started working several jobs. I started saving up money to move out. I was only 10, so I worked some odd jobs here and there. Since I was technically under the legal working age, not many people hired. One day, I was working late and came home exhausted. “You’re late!” screamed Father from his chair. I ignored him. Today was my birthday, and I wanted to enjoy my time home. I bought myself a small cupcake and a soda from the store to celebrate. If Jenkins were here, he’d celebrate with me. He never forgot, but I had to ignore that thought. I started toward the stairs. “Don’t ignore me!” I turned back toward the living room just in time to dodge a fireball thrown at me. That was the last straw. “That’s it! I’m done with you! I’m done with this house! All it’s ever brought me is pain. The only good thing that came out of this house, died a year ago. I’m only 11! I shouldn’t have to be working 3-4 jobs a day! I shouldn’t be celebrating my birthday ALONE! I’m out of here” With that, I ran upstairs, packed the essentials, grabbed my money I had been saving up, and started down the stairs. “Shoot,” I said, remembering I forgot something. Going back upstairs, I grabbed the steampunk goggles Jenkins had given me when I turned 7, put them on top of my head, and went back down the stairs. I was approaching the door, when suddenly, Father was standing in front of the door, a fireball in his hand.
“Where do you think you’re going? Cause I don’t think you’re going anywhere,” he said letting out a chuckle. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way,” I warned him. At that, he shot the fireball toward me. I jumped and it grazed my foot. Now, I was mad. “I warned you, you old man.” I ripped off my gloves and calmly walked up to this infuriating man. He was so drunk, he didn’t know what was coming. I tapped his chest. “Bye-bye, Daddy.” His face lit up with fear. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six… This man who had hated me my entire life now met his end from these hands… from the Talent that “ruined the family”. I pushed my now stained glass Father to the ground, shattering anything that remained. I let out a small huff of approval. Putting on my gloves, I walked out that door and down the large hill, our house sat upon. I called a cab and went into the city. Only, eleven. On my own. What was I going to do? I was going to survive.
Chapter 4: Surviving
As I entered the city, I saw the beautiful city lights. The tall New Jersey buildings outlined the night sky. I got out of the cab and paid the gentleman at the wheel. I walked around for about an hour trying to find somewhere to go. Unfortunately, since I was under the age of 16, I couldn’t rent an apartment. Although, I wouldn’t have been able to, even if I were sixteen. I didn’t have the money. Apartments in Jersey are expensive. I was walking down a dark, thin alleyway when suddenly I was attacked from behind. Someone tried to take my wallet and goggles. If it were just the wallet, I wouldn’t have cared. On the other hand, the goggles meant the world to me. They were the only thing I had left of Jenkins and of a family. I elbowed the person in the ribs with my elbow, turned around, took off a glove, and touched the person… Ten seconds. The person is a glass statue. I proceed to take my things back, grab their wallet, and walk off.
I guess this was the life I was going to live now. A life of crime… No, a life of survival. I found a small alleyway, that seemed abandoned, and hid next to a dumpster. I took out the now smushed cupcake, put a candle in it, and lit the flame with some matches I had packed. I started quietly singing “Happy Birthday” to myself and realized that I had started crying. I blew out the candle, curled up in a ball, and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of a gunshot. I jumped in surprise. Peeking over the edge of the dumpster, I see a man woman standing next to what looks to be a man that looks like the moon, lying on the ground with a gun in his hand. The woman takes his wallet and a watch he’s wearing. Trying to stay quiet I duck back down, accidentally kicking an empty can. The noise alerted the woman and before I got the chance to duck, she turned her head sharply, spotting me. I quickly grab my bag and try to run, but this woman is faster than I am, without using a Talent. I wasn’t the quickest of people. I would have to work on that if I wanted to survive here. She is suddenly in front of me, startling me, making me trip. I fell and tore my lilac, short sleeve shirt. My black jeans don’t seem to be affected. The woman is wearing a long, pale yellow shirt with a black jacket of some sort. Her peach leggings give me a headache to look at. Her platinum blond hair glows brightly in the sunlight. Her amber eyes gleam like two gems stuck on a statue. Her golden skin makes her look like a model. She reaches out a hand to me. I reach for her hand, reluctantly. After she helps me up she sits looking at me for a moment. I remember my rule. Trust, no one. I snatch my hand away from her. She pulls off my glove in the process. I reach for the glove. “Uh, uh, missy. I believe you saw something I didn’t want you to.” I look at her for a second. “And I believe you have something of mine. Besides, who am I gonna tell? The boogie man? Oh or maybe Santa Clause will believe me?” Oh no. What am I saying?! This woman just killed a man!... Then again, I’ve killed three. The woman laughs. “You know, you’re really gutsy for what, a five-year-old?” She continued laughing. “I’m twelve, you jerk! Now I want you to give me back what belongs to me. Now.” The woman looked surprised. “I was only joking kid. You’re awful young to be out on the streets like this. What, your folks get mad at you or somethin’?” I looked around, looking for a weapon I could use. “You could say that,” I said in response. The woman reaches and grabs my arm. She goes to kiss my hand. Gross. “I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” I say. She stops and looks up at me. “And why not, little girl?” I take my other glove off with my teeth and touch a box sitting next to me. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two… “Voila!” She looks over at the now stained glass box. She drops my hand. “You’re the missing suspect that killed those two rich weirdos!” I laughed. “They were more than what magazines said they were, that’s for sure.” She then looked at me in realization. “You were their kid?! How come the news never told anything about you?” I rolled my eyes. “Look at me. I’m a walking imperfection, especially to the ‘family name and fame’ or whatever. They basically disowned me. I skipped a few days ago.” She nodded and grinned. “Well, we all gotta start somewhere… Hey, wanna know what I can do?” She then grabbed a bird from nearby and kissed it on the head. The bird lie limp. “Electric kiss. Pretty cool, right?” Well, that was new. It was also useful if there was ever a need. “The name’s Voltaic Storm. Yours?” I looked at her for a minute, comprehending her name. “Sarah Gray…” She wildly glanced around... “No, no, no, no, no. Don’t EVER say your real name. It will get you killed. You need to make up a name for yourself. A villain name. Something that represents you.” I thought on that for a moment. “Okay. How about Notre Dame?” She let out a small hmph. “Our Lady? Smart.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, I guess. Reminds me of the South Rose, the stained glass window at the church of Notre Dame back in 2016.” We stood there for a moment in silence. I picked up my bag off the ground with my gloved hand after putting my glove back on, and reached my hand out to Voltaic. She looked puzzled for a second. “What?... Oh, right, your glove!” She handed it back to me. I put my glove on and put my goggles on out of my bag. Voltaic stared at my goggles. She went to touch them, but I slapped her hand away. “Don’t. Touch.” She raised her hand in surrender and backed away. I turned to walk away. “Hey, kid.” I turned to face her. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” I scoffed. “Come on,” she said. “I’ll take you somewhere where you won’t get mugged in your sleep.” I hesitated at first but figured there wasn’t anywhere else I could go.
Chapter 5: New Beginnings
After about an hour of walking, we got to an old, abandoned warehouse. We went to the back and Voltaic knocked a pattern of knocks on the door. A slot slid open and a pair of mint, snake-like eyes looked peered through. “Who’s that?” The man says in a deep, growling voice. “She’s a, uh, new friend,” Voltaic said with a sneer. The man opened the door to reveal himself as a tall, muscular man whose green skin looked like a Komono dragon. He slid out of the way as Voltaic strutted through the door.
As we entered, I looked around to see several barrel fires, with about 6 people at each. That was 36 people. Thirty-six untrustworthy people. There was graffiti littering the walls. I followed Voltaic. We went to a pair of rusted stairs and walked up to what seemed to be an office and bedroom. I saw spray-painted lighting bolts and music notes on the floor and walls. This was Voltaic’s office. “So, what do you think, kid?” she asked after sitting down and propping her feet on the desk. I shrugged. “It’s shelter, so I don’t know.” She nodded. “Fair enough… We’ll have the introductions later… And don’t worry yourself with these people. The most dangerous person down there is Mosaurus. The rest are just small-time criminals. You know, car break-ins, small bank robberies, etc. etc.” I was puzzled. “Mosaurus?” I asked. She shook her finger and nodded. “Right! You haven’t been introduced yet… Mosaurus is the snake man downstairs. You know, the one who guarded the door.” I looked toward the window that showed the downstairs. “Oh, okay… So, you’re the leader of this place?” She laughed. “You’re correct. I am their ‘fearless and merciless’ leader.” I nodded. I walked toward the window and looked down on the people below. I thought to myself, “One day… One day, I’ll be the leader. In order to survive, I’ll rise up.” I hadn’t realized I zoned out. The goggles on my head started slipping down behind my head and I quickly turned to grab them before they fell. When I turned, to my surprise, Voltaic was attempting to take my goggles. “What do you think you’re doing?!” I asked in surprise. “Hey, we all gotta survive. I gotta make money somehow,” she said, sitting back down on the bed. I was furious. “I just saw you steal at least $250 off of that man you killed. You don’t need to make money. You’re just a sly, greedy, corrupt woman who, in reality, is scared like a little girl, of me!... I will break you! You touch these goggles again, and I’ll kill you.” Voltaic had a hint of fear and frustration in her eyes, but she didn’t say anything. She knew I was right. She was terrified. “Come on Notre Dame, I’ll get you somewhere to stay,” she said cold and quietly. She stood up from the tattered mattress and walked toward the door. Opening the door, we saw Mosaurus standing there, out of breath, looking panicked. Voltaic spoke. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Mosaurus looked up. “They’re here! The Elements are here! And they’re looking for you!” Panicked, Voltaic ran down the rusted stairs and toward the center of the room. “Quickly! Everyone, get anything you can find and barricade any doors and windows. Now!” Everyone ran to find what they could. People found nails, wood, barrels, broken furniture, and anything else they could. People with metal Talents melted the nails and metal bars together to form a large metal bar, covering the door. Those with wood abilities boarded up the windows. Two Talentless people moved the broken furniture and barrels. After they finished, everyone was wiped of energy, but it still wasn’t enough. I went to the broken furniture and touched it with my hand, mending it together with stained glass. I did this several times with each piece, to ensure that it would hold.
BANG!... BANG!... BANG!... BOOM!
The barricade came crashing to the ground!
The already cracked windows were shattered completely!
A large group of people stormed through the front door and through the windows. At the lead of this group, was a tan-skinned, woman with milky brown, short hair with several green streaks in the shape of thorns. Her eyes were the color of dark cherry blossoms. She had on a hot pink cropped-top with a bluish-green jacket over it. She wore short, blue jean shorts with a pair of lime green, see-through leggings underneath. Her pointed ears held two ruby earrings. Her lips were the color of dark cherries. Her dark green shoes looked new. Overall, she had an eerie kind of beauty to her.
“Well, well, well,” the mysterious woman hissed. “Voltaic Storm, hanging out with a bunch of nobodies. Tsk, tsk, tsk. How low you’ve gone. You used to be one of the greats, but then, you started killing the greats… I gotta say, it’s not going to end well for you,” she said looking at her crimson nails. Voltaic looked terrified, Mosaurus too. To be honest, I was terrified too, but I was better at hiding it. Voltaic started sweating. “You didn’t really think that we wouldn’t find out you killed Artemis, did you?” Voltaic stepped forward. She spoke in a shaking voice. “Y-yea, so w-what? He came after me a-and I took care of him.” Mosaurus looked toward Voltaic in pure fear. The woman stepped forward and looked around at the group of misfits we were. Her entourage was grinning their smug smiles. The woman looked me directly in the eyes and said, “So, who’s the runt?” I glared at her. “S-she’s a new recruit,” stuttered Voltaic. The woman turned toward Mosaurus. “And this monstrosity?” Mosaurus looked to the ground in shame. “That’s M-Mosaurus, my right-hand m-man,” Voltaic responded, trying to sound more confident. The woman chuckled. She turned back toward Voltaic. “Your people belong to me now. And as for you… well, honey, you’re dead.” Voltaic’s eyes widened. “No…, please. Please, Briar, have mercy?! Don’t hurt my people! I’ll pay for what I did, but please, don’t hurt them!” Voltaic started crying and clinging to the woman.“If you can’t say my full name like a respectful little soldier, then shut your mouth. As for you all, you will call me Bitter Briar ...I don’t have time for your groveling. Get off of me. Besides, there’s nothing you can do now.” Bitter Briar looked At that, she snapped her fingers and three fierce-looking people stepped forward.