Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Proof ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: I own all.

Warning: Tons of name-calling, bad words, and teenagers ending their sentences in a question.

A/N: A newer story in this series. Thanks, a huge thanks for all those that read `Shadow of a Promise', and for krittika and OneandTwo for reviewing. Thanks so much! This story is going to be a little different from SoaP, but it was fun to write.

Prologue: Years Earlier

“Why is it you feel the need to interfere with people's lives?” he hissed, reaching up to yank at his uniform tie. The light blue and yellow ensemble was light for the spring season, allowing him to finally shed the stifling blazer and long sleeved shirt. But the required uniform was oppressive on concept, and he still hadn't gotten used to the tie.

“Interfere?! Sucka, I don't `interfere' with peep's lives!” she exclaimed, plopping down onto the sidewalk bench, skirt hem fluttering out and exposing her spandex shorts. They were both lingering near a park outside of the Fast-Trac's main station in downtown New Park; they'd left their private academy hours earlier and had spent the time wandering around the crowded sidewalks. All this time she'd fielded too many phone calls over people she had set up, or had interrupted their lives with some random crack about making sure they lived properly. Frankly, she was a busybody that stirred up trouble, and he hated being around that sort of drama. He couldn't quite understand the need for such emotional rapport.

“I improve `em. I create a safe sorta environment for all I love an' cherish. I make love an' war happen with a rumor or hookup just to provide the entertainment for th' masses!”

“You charge people for all the shit you cause!” he roared.

“Five dolla a pop, daddy-o! How else can I get by?” she cried cheerfully, holding up a finger to silence him as she answered her cell phone. “Wassup my homo? You get my message `bout that guy? He all up your ass—hey!”

Hautta took her cell and crushed it within one hand.

“No worries, my scowling significant other. I've another to conduct my business on,” she said, folding her hands behind her head. Felicia Passage gave a loud sigh as she stared upward at the holographics and the air traffic that polluted New Park City's skies. Her clean cut Native American features were polished with some of the most expensive makeup that she had found in a Vogue magazine. Her long dark hair was pinned up within a messy bun, and, for the moment, she looked like every other teenager that they'd surrounded themselves with at Sophia Darken Academy.

“Lookit that sky. Pure ugly. This crowded skyline is New Park's aureole bordellos.”

“Aurora borealis,” he automatically corrected in his broken English.

“I interfere because I am jealous of their lives, Hautta,” she then said, frowning. “All these kids around here…they don't know how we live. I want that. I want to have normal teenage drama. I want the worst thing in my life to be my crush turning me down, or not havin' the right dress for prom. Or even a date. Or being a virgin.”

“Hah. Whore.” He gave some thought to things before saying, “You could have all that. If you walk away.”

“I can't.” She stood, smoothing out her skirt. “No, I'm not destined. I have to kill. And set people up. And bash lesbians. And wear Carolina Herrera. And dog the Hilton sisters. And—”

“I get it!”

With a grim smile, she rummaged through her purse, finding her back-up cell. “I'mina prank Ian Peters. Soldiers always getta kick outta terrorist threats.”

Grumbling, Hautta pulled at his tie again. “Who is Ian Peters?”

“I'm not cheatin',” she sing-songed, dialing a number. “He's a guy I'm tryin' ta hook up with his best friend. Hawt soldier secks always makes me happy!”

As she started ranting and raving in a language he wasn't familiar with, Hautta frowned. He couldn't think of any soldier she spoke with regularly. Then he was disgusted by the very reasoning of her set-up.

She hung up with a giggle. “We need to skip the Fast-Trac. They shuttin' it down.”

“ARGH! It takes longer to get out of here any other way!”

“They take me so seriously. Can't they tell my linguistics are off?”

“You're off!”

“Oi! You! I'll set you up for twenty dollars!” she then hollered at a passerby. She then laughed. “Man, I love this city. Only New Park allows peeps like me to have so much fun everyday.”

“Too many bullets to the head. You are obviously damaged.”

“Hey, I had surgery for that. Let's get Jimboy's, an' discuss how many kids we'll have!”

“I'm sterile!”