Bette Sans Souci | Plastique (bettes) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-02 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | bette, darth caedus |
Who: Bette and Darth Caedus
What: Bette's arrival in LA
When: Early hours of of the morning, just before the sun rises
Where: A city park
Rating: PG-13ish?
Status: Incomplete
Last she remembered, she had gone to sleep in a bed that was soft, big, and comfortable. Working for Tess Mercer seem to have it's perks. Like a nice place to stay, as long as you did what she needed of you, which really wasn't a whole lot at the moment. Mostly training, trying to help Bette keep her grip on her powers, so things didn't blow up when she got mad. She was helping Bette, staying true to her word. She'd be the first one who had done that so far. The teenage runaway was actually starting to feel safe where she was, something that she didn't think possible.
So if she was in a soft, warm bed, why was her back so sore? Why did she feel so cold? Stirring in her sleep, she opened her eyes slowly, expecting to see her bed room. When she found herself looking up to an inky black sky, blotted with millions of stars, she sat straight up. She had been sleeping on a bench. She wasn't in Metropolis, she wasn't in her room, or her pajamas. Beside her was her bag of possessions, the bag she had carried around before she ended up with Tess.
A wave of panic began to rise through her as she looked around her. Was this some kind of test? A test she could understand, but she didn't think Tess would just dump her outside. Tess never let them out of someones sight. Bette was fairly sure the woman didn't trust her enough to do that. Picking up her bag, she threw it over her shoulders. She was about to start walking when a twig snapped behind her. Spinning, Bette stopped talking, one hand moving to her head to tuck some of her long hair behind her ears. Heavily rimmed dark eyes went wide, and then narrow, a glare forming on her face. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky. "Who's there?" she demanded a little more forceful.
From the trees, three boys walked out, maybe a few years older than her, no older than their earlier twenties. "It's just us, baby." he was big, twice her size, pale skin, Bette had no idea who 'us' was, which caused her to step back. "Relax." said another one, "We just want to have some fun, you know?" all three of them began to approach them.
For a split second, Bette considered running. But then she used her head. She was alone in this park with these boys, no one could see her. The brief panic that had etched on her face as gone, replace be a small smirk. "I'm not your damn 'baby.'" she said. One of the boys was walking past a trash can. Bette focused on that, almost as if she was glaring at it. For a brief moment, her eyes flashed, an almost gold colour. Suddenly, the trash can exploded, sending debris, metal, and trash everywhere. The explosion sent the first guy flying back, and he didn't get back up.
The two boys stopped, looking at their friend in shock, before turning back to Bette. "Bitch! What sort of freak are you?" they both came at her fast, pulling out knives from their jackets. Shit. They were nearly upon her when her eyes flashed again, this time the second boy who spoke was the target. He was knocked back, and when he landed, there was blood seeping from his mouth and nose.
She didn't have time to gloat, the last guy was nearly on her. Panic returned as she saw a knife being jabbed her way.