The mean streets of Los Angeles.
Veronica stared at me as we watched the television two days ago and I could see it in her eyes that this was something that she wanted to take part in. When we were attacked by those weird guys with no eyes…when Lily was…was…and when Duncan was also…was also killed, she learned and I learned that she had strength that I couldn’t gain if I spent ten hours a day in the gym, which would never happen because the video games and the surfboard always call to me.
Her strength was beyond an oddity, beyond every doctor that she went to’ description, but it wasn’t as though she had been crippled with some terminal and debilitating disease. She was weirded by it, but I would have thought it to be the most awesome thing in the world if my lover and best friend, and her lover, hadn’t been killed on that night. The strangeness of it all didn’t strike me over the next year like it did her, at least not at first. I just wanted to hide away and be around no one, and sulk, or spend time with Dick and Beave on the beach, and also, at times, start some trouble with the PCH’ers and with some of the rival high-schools. Veronica, on the other hand, immediately sought answers, which fit, with the way that her mind usually works, but unlike almost anything else that Veronica ever focused on, this mystery didn’t have a conclusive answer or some black hat at the end of the day that she could collar and turn over to her sheriff father.
There were no answers for what had happened to her. Her life and mine became linked, however shocking that it may be and we speculated about things and every once in a while, I’d mess with her, push her buttons and feel the strength that she had, even when not trying to hurt me, when she retaliated, it hurt. I’d offer theories, cockamamie stuff, things to get a rise out of her, and she would refute it, but neither of us really knew; All that we knew that pint-sized Veronica could bench-press like a thousand pounds and hit like she had brass-knuckles on every digit. The fighting Fitzpatrick’s and their weapons became memories and when Keith gathered evidence and one escaped, Veronica found them and beat them down…because a knife against her was a joke. I would have worried, but I knew that she didn’t need me to stick up for her...
That is a bummer, because I like to take up for my woman and since Lily and Duncan died, we have become a couple, but it’s not a problem, really. I can still kick ass, just not my own girlfriend’s and seriously, it’s not like I hit girls.
Then, we’re at my place, watching television, my pops is cooking some dinner that he spent two classes learning to make and we see that something crazy is happening in Los Angeles. She gives me a look, I give her the look back and I knew that we were going there. It didn’t bother me that it seemed dangerous. Hell, I didn’t even say adios to my father before we left and it didn’t occur to me to give Dick a shout, either. Veronica didn’t call her dad because she knew that the sheriff extraordinaire of Balboa County wouldn’t approve of her going even though he knew of her new power.
We just left.
When we got to Los Angeles, even I felt in over my head. There were things everywhere and when I say things, I mean things. I couldn’t describe what they were. They were things out of movies; ugly, smelly, howling and they wanted us dead. There were other girls there like Veronica with massive strength. There was an army unit and there were a lot of weapons. There was rain too, heavy rain, but I did my best and stayed close to Veronica, though I don’t think that I can tell you if I was trying to protect her, or if it was the other way around. Somehow, we ended up near this black guy and this sexy, busty brunette who seemed to know what these things that were hitting me on the head were and when the dust settled, thankfully, neither one of us was dead, though a lot of these things were, and a lot of the people fighting the things.
I pulled myself up off of the ground and looked at Veronica, bloodied and bruised, yet still concerned about me and like me, obviously full of questions. The brunette seemed close, like in a fuck-buddy type of way with the black guy and I could see it; he was kind of a pretty boy for a brotha, yet still, the girl oozed serious sexuality that I obviously had to pretend not to notice with Veronica looking at me and now, hugging me, briefly, before breaking away to look at the brunette, who immediately had something to say.
She asked Veronica if she was a slayer. A slayer? Maybe answers weren’t far away.
“We don’t really know how she got her strength, Miss, we just know that a year ago, we were attacked by some guys with no eyes and Veronica could beat them down like dogs…”
[Open for Faith, Wood and Veronica]
Her strength was beyond an oddity, beyond every doctor that she went to’ description, but it wasn’t as though she had been crippled with some terminal and debilitating disease. She was weirded by it, but I would have thought it to be the most awesome thing in the world if my lover and best friend, and her lover, hadn’t been killed on that night. The strangeness of it all didn’t strike me over the next year like it did her, at least not at first. I just wanted to hide away and be around no one, and sulk, or spend time with Dick and Beave on the beach, and also, at times, start some trouble with the PCH’ers and with some of the rival high-schools. Veronica, on the other hand, immediately sought answers, which fit, with the way that her mind usually works, but unlike almost anything else that Veronica ever focused on, this mystery didn’t have a conclusive answer or some black hat at the end of the day that she could collar and turn over to her sheriff father.
There were no answers for what had happened to her. Her life and mine became linked, however shocking that it may be and we speculated about things and every once in a while, I’d mess with her, push her buttons and feel the strength that she had, even when not trying to hurt me, when she retaliated, it hurt. I’d offer theories, cockamamie stuff, things to get a rise out of her, and she would refute it, but neither of us really knew; All that we knew that pint-sized Veronica could bench-press like a thousand pounds and hit like she had brass-knuckles on every digit. The fighting Fitzpatrick’s and their weapons became memories and when Keith gathered evidence and one escaped, Veronica found them and beat them down…because a knife against her was a joke. I would have worried, but I knew that she didn’t need me to stick up for her...
That is a bummer, because I like to take up for my woman and since Lily and Duncan died, we have become a couple, but it’s not a problem, really. I can still kick ass, just not my own girlfriend’s and seriously, it’s not like I hit girls.
Then, we’re at my place, watching television, my pops is cooking some dinner that he spent two classes learning to make and we see that something crazy is happening in Los Angeles. She gives me a look, I give her the look back and I knew that we were going there. It didn’t bother me that it seemed dangerous. Hell, I didn’t even say adios to my father before we left and it didn’t occur to me to give Dick a shout, either. Veronica didn’t call her dad because she knew that the sheriff extraordinaire of Balboa County wouldn’t approve of her going even though he knew of her new power.
We just left.
When we got to Los Angeles, even I felt in over my head. There were things everywhere and when I say things, I mean things. I couldn’t describe what they were. They were things out of movies; ugly, smelly, howling and they wanted us dead. There were other girls there like Veronica with massive strength. There was an army unit and there were a lot of weapons. There was rain too, heavy rain, but I did my best and stayed close to Veronica, though I don’t think that I can tell you if I was trying to protect her, or if it was the other way around. Somehow, we ended up near this black guy and this sexy, busty brunette who seemed to know what these things that were hitting me on the head were and when the dust settled, thankfully, neither one of us was dead, though a lot of these things were, and a lot of the people fighting the things.
I pulled myself up off of the ground and looked at Veronica, bloodied and bruised, yet still concerned about me and like me, obviously full of questions. The brunette seemed close, like in a fuck-buddy type of way with the black guy and I could see it; he was kind of a pretty boy for a brotha, yet still, the girl oozed serious sexuality that I obviously had to pretend not to notice with Veronica looking at me and now, hugging me, briefly, before breaking away to look at the brunette, who immediately had something to say.
She asked Veronica if she was a slayer. A slayer? Maybe answers weren’t far away.
“We don’t really know how she got her strength, Miss, we just know that a year ago, we were attacked by some guys with no eyes and Veronica could beat them down like dogs…”
[Open for Faith, Wood and Veronica]