This is a fan fiction that is inspired by the “Tainted Love” Ford commercial/music video where the final six Idols were superheroes and villains. Hope you guys like it!


Chapter 1

Many years ago, a good-hearted scientist named Dr. Charles Smithson created high-tech robots for the single purpose of helping mankind. Dr. Smithson was a beloved man with a loving family. Among them, he had two daughters, Carly and Elizabeth, whom he loved very much. However, the two sisters were very different despite their closeness as children. Carly was older, a stone cold demeanor, was selfish and did not take kindly to losing. Elizabeth was shy, younger, giving and was also a good doctor. The only thing the two appeared to have in common is that they both had skills in martial arts. Yet, despite that, they both seemed happy…or rather, Elizabeth was happy.

Everything changed though when Elizabeth and Carly’s father died of a sudden heart attack. Carly had been the one to break the news to Elizabeth, who’d been absolutely devastated. There’d been a private funeral outside of Dr. Smithson’s mansion attended by his two daughters and Carly’s two closest friends, Syesha and Jason. Like Carly, they too were cold and desired power. The funeral had been a bit awkward since Elizabeth had been sobbing throughout most of it and Jason had cracked a couple of jokes that she hadn’t found funny at all.

After the day of the funeral, things began to change in the Smithson estate. Carly took over Dr. Smithson’s laboratory and control of the robots he had built. Syesha and Jason were hired as her assistants and Elizabeth had been reduced to simply cleaning after them and the large house. In other words, Elizabeth was treated like a slave to bring them anything they desired. Still, Elizabeth was content to have her older sister around since she was all she had and took it without complaining.

Elizabeth was completely unaware about Carly intentions to use her father’s robots. Now, that their weak-minded father was gone, Carly could finally feel free to use those machines to do her bidding. She was power hungry and the idea of ruling the city had always been an appealing idea to her. With the machines her father left behind, she could eventually rule the city to do whatever she pleased. She’d even found the perfect flunkies to help her do her bidding. She’d met Jason and Syesha in downtown LA and after they’d beaten up at a drunken idiot, they’d become closer than Carly had ever been with her own sister.

It had been about almost a year since Carly and Elizabeth’s father had died and they could finally begin their plan to conquer the city. Elizabeth still had no idea what Carly was planning so when her older sister arrived at her bedroom door that evening, she’d been surprised when Carly told her to be ready to go.

“It’s 9:30 PM, Car. Why on earth would we be going out?” Elizabeth asked.

Carly sighed in irritation and snapped, “Don’t ask questions, sister. Just be ready to go in ten minutes!”

“All right,” said Elizabeth, feeling hurt by Carly’s tone.

She ended up being ready to leave even before ten minutes and found Carly, Syesha and Jason waiting. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe, so when Elizabeth came down wearing a jean jacket, t-shirt and jeans, she felt a little nervous. Jason with his tattoos and dreadlocked hair raised his eyebrows at her. Elizabeth didn’t really like Jason since he always made her uneasy and he was often found drinking or smoking weed.

“Nice,” Jason said, sarcastically commenting on her outfit.

Syesha gave her a mean look as well. "Yeah, could you look any plainer?" she hissed.

Like Jason, Elizabeth did not care for her either. Syesha didn’t have any exotic tattoos like Carly or Jason, but her attitude was bitchy by nature. She usually made a cruel remark toward Elizabeth and sometimes even made fun of her. The only reason Elizabeth tolerated either of them was because they were Carly’s friends.

Carly didn’t make any remark about Elizabeth’s clothes and simply said, “Come on, we’ve got to get going.”

As Elizabeth followed them out to their black BMW, she asked, “Car, where are we going?”

Carly turned to Elizabeth and said, “We’re going to take care of some business.”

“What kind of business?” Elizabeth questioned.

Jason smirked as he sat next to her in the backseat. “You’ll find out soon enough, Liz.”

Elizabeth took her seat and didn’t say another word as Carly began driving. She absolutely had no idea that Carly and the others were intending to rob one of the biggest banks in LA and that they were planning to rob many more. They weren’t going to use the robots now; they were for later after they’d committed a few crimes to let the city know who was in control.

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He was out roaming the streets of LA alone, as he always did at night. His ice blue eyes took in everything he saw and he was always on alert. His younger sister, Brooke and their friend whom they called Arch, had tried to get him to stay in their home tonight and not go out like he always did, but he’d simply glared at them with his ice blue eyes and told them he’d see them later. However, he hadn’t been quick enough without hearing Brooke say, “David, you are just as stubborn as a mule.”

He usually went out to the bar for drink at night, not caring those around him purposefully avoided him. In some way, he could understand their fear of him; he was a pretty fearsome looking man with his dyed red and black hair, ice blue eyes and a scowl that could terrify any one. In someway, it was nice to be avoided since people in this town were rather stupid anyway.

He didn’t know why he always went out at night, but it was simply something he had to do in order to clear his head. Sometimes, if he ran into some jerk who tried to rob a house or something, he usually beat the shit out of that person, but not because he really cared about the victims. He’d just left the bar after a couple of beers and once again walked the busy streets of LA, ignoring the fearful faces he passed. It was just as he strode down a darkened alleyway that he caught sight of a black BMW parked in front of the Los Angeles bank.

Hiding in the shadows, he cocked an eyebrow at the sight of that car. He knew that the bank was closed for the evening and that usually people didn’t stop there at this time of night. Maybe they were tourists. That assumption was thrown out the window when he saw four figures emerge from the car. Three of them were completely dressed in black while one looked completely out of place. He watched as the one with the long black hair that hung to her waist led the group to the back of the building. Hmmm, maybe he’d better investigate this and after all, it would give him something to do.

Very interesting! I hope you can update soon.

Guh, that was my FAVORITE of the Ford commercials...though a fic based on lime green bull-fighting DC would be a hoot...

Thanks. I'll make sure to update soon.

This is pretty much amazing... Not gunna lie.
It's not like anything else here. (At least not that I've read.)
I'm really interested to see where this goes.

Update

Thanks. I really appreciate it!

OMG! I loved that video of Tainted Love!!!

and I can definately picture this, like half real life and half comic book, like the video

Ver interesting take
Doll

I really do like this! I cannot wait until the next update.

Thanks for the great responses I got from the first chapter. You guys are awesome!

Chapter 2

Elizabeth felt very uneasy when Carly had parked beside the Los Angeles bank. “Car, why are we stopping here? The bank is closed,” she said.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Carly snapped, opening her door as Jason and Syesha did.

Elizabeth climbed out and protested, “Still, what are we doing here?”

“I told you earlier, Liz. You’ll find out soon-” Jason began with another cocky smirk of his.

“Oh shut the fuck up, you idiot!” Carly snapped. Turning back to Elizabeth, she replied coldly, “We’re just here to take care of a little business and then we’ll go.”

“What kind of business?” Elizabeth asked, cautiously.

“Be quiet, loser. You want people to hear your whiny voice,” Syesha snapped, throwing daggers at Elizabeth with her eyes.

Elizabeth shut her mouth, but once again, her feelings were hurt. Carly didn’t say anything about Syesha’s remark to Elizabeth and whispered, “Follow me.”

She led the way to the side of the store, obviously to the back of the building. Jason and Syesha followed dutifully at Carly’s side, while Elizabeth followed behind them. She watched as they made their way to the back door and that Carly pulled out a paperclip from her pocket. Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow as she watched Carly take the paperclip she’d stretched out from its usual position and stick it through the keyhole. Sounds of the lock being prodded were heard and eventually a soft click was heard.

Carly grinned and whispered, “OK, we’re good. Let’s go.”

She opened the now unlocked door and stepped inside. Elizabeth was more confused than before as she followed the trio through the empty bank. Syesha turned back to Elizabeth and hissed, “Shut the door behind us, idiot.”

“Fine,” Elizabeth whispered, as she quietly shut the door.

“Jason, get out that flashlight. We need some light in this damn place,” Carly ordered, her whisper harsh.

“Whatever you say, Queen of the Bitches,” Jason muttered as he flipped on the flashlight.

From the light of the flashlight, Elizabeth saw Carly’s eyes flash with fury at being called, ‘Queen of the Bitches.’ Before Jason knew what was happening, Carly grabbed him by the throat and pinned him to the wall a few feet above the ground causing the flashlight to fall to the ground

“Don’t…call me…a bitch. EVER!” Carly snarled, through gritted teeth.

Elizabeth’s stomach churned. If any person ever called her a name she didn’t like such as a bitch, motherfucker or who knew what else, Carly let them know in her own way how much she detested it. Elizabeth had never been victim to Carly’s physical strength, but she all together avoided calling Carly any such names, even when she was angry with her.

Jason wheezed for breath and choked out, “OK. OK. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Now will you fucking let me go?”

Carly kept her blue eyes on Jason’s for a moment longer before she harshly dropped him onto the ground. Bending down at the coughing Jason, she stated nastily, “I’d watch my tongue if I were you, Jason. You wouldn’t want to add an unwanted tattoo on that putrid face of yours.”

Jason caught his breath and muttered, “Yeah, I get it.”

“Now, get off your ass and let’s continue,” Carly snapped, turning on her heel to walk away.

Syesha followed her without a sound and Jason wobbled on unsteady legs and retrieved the flashlight that lay on the ground. Elizabeth let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and continued following them. Carly continued to lead the way, apparently aware of where she was going. No one said a word to each other until Carly stopped at a large safe behind the main desk in the front room. When Elizabeth turned to look behind her at the large glass doors, she could see their BMW parked by the edge of the sidewalk.

“Car, what’s going on?” Elizabeth asked.

“Business, remember?” Carly snapped, as she climbed over the large desk and onto the other side where the safe was.

“I don’t understand what that means,” Elizabeth said, feeling nervous again.

“Syesha, gun,” Carly said, holding out her hand.

Syesha smirked and handed her the gun. Carly smiled to herself, admiring the pistol in her hands. She pointed the gun at the safe and fired two shots. Elizabeth covered her mouth as a small shriek escaped her. Carly strode to the safe and gingerly opened the door. There were tons of money within the safe, neatly stashed and waiting to be taken.

Carly reached out an arm and said to Syesha, “Hand me one of those. Jason, keep that damn light shining over here so I can see.”

Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open in horror as Syesha handed Carly a large sack and Carly slowly began to place the money into it. Jason kept the light shining as one by one; each dollar bill was placed inside, disappearing inside.

“Carly, what are you doing?” Elizabeth cried in shock.

“Keep your voice down and what does it look like we’re doing?” hissed Carly.

“You’re stealing?” Elizabeth asked, in disbelief.

“Duh, idiot,” Jason said, sarcastically.

“Why? You can’t do that,” Elizabeth argued.

“Obviously in case you didn’t notice, yeah we can,” Syesha snickered.

“But it’s wrong,” Elizabeth tried to protest.

“Just keep your mouth shut. Stay quiet, sister,” Carly ordered.

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea to bring her,” Syesha groaned in exasperation.

“Probably right, but nothing we can do about it now. She’s in this with us,” Carly replied, almost finished with placing the money inside the sack.

“In on what? What are you planning?” Elizabeth cried.

“I’ll explain later, sister. Now shut up or I’ll make you,” Carly snapped.

Elizabeth felt tears come into her eyes, how could her older sister even think of doing something like this? She knew Carly wasn’t a saint or always the kindest, but she was still her sister. When Carly had finally deposited the last of the money into the sack, she hefted the bag over the desk and it landed with a thump on the floor.

“Take the bag,” Carly whispered to Elizabeth.

“I don’t-” Elizabeth started.

“I said…TAKE IT NOW!” she raged, balling her hands into fists.

Elizabeth fearfully took the large sack over her shoulder and Jason patted her on the back.

“That’s a good girl,” he sneered.

Elizabeth was silent and feeling guiltier with every step she took. The trio in front of her didn’t say anything to her, but simply talked among themselves on the great accomplishment they’d made. However, their gloating wasn’t destined to last when they found a lone figure leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

The flashlight’s shining light landed on the lone figure and Elizabeth gasped at the sight of him. The man had eyes as blue as ice and hair dyed red and black. He wore a pair of a pair of gray jeans, a messy copper red shirt and a torn copper red jacket with gray fingerless gloves. He also held a smirk that put Jason’s to shame.

Flashing his teeth at them, he muttered, “Well, well. Seems like we’ve got ourselves quite the party here.”

Jason narrowed his eyes and said evenly, “Hey man, this doesn’t concern you. Just leave.”

The mysterious man leaned away from the door and stood in front of their exit. “I’ll leave as soon as you give me that money,” he said, the smirk still clear on his face.

“Not a chance, asshole. Get your own money,” Jason snarled.

“Careful, Jason. He could be one of the police,” Syesha whispered.

“Do I look like a policeman? Besides, those uniforms of theirs make me sick,” the man interrupted.

“Well, whoever you are, I suggest you leave or else,” Carly warned.

“Or else what? You gonna tangle with me. It might actually be fun, I’m in need of something to do anyway,” the man raised his eyebrows and uncrossed his arms over his chest.

Jason handed Syesha the flashlight and stepped forward. “All right, fucker. If that’s the way you wanna play, then let’s play.”

Elizabeth swallowed nervously as the man’s ice blue eyes slid over at hers before he turned them back to Jason.
Jason lunged toward the strange man and threw a punch at him. The man dodged him and knocked Jason to the ground. He punched Jason in the face and Jason struggled beneath him. Jason kicked the man on his side, causing the man to flinch and then the man was pushed off of him.

Jason stood up to kick the man in the stomach, but the stranger grabbed Jason’s leg, causing him to fall to the ground again. Now the man stood above him and growled, “You’re not too good at this, are you?”

“Get off me, motherfucker!” Jason snarled, kicking at the man.

As Jason and the man struggled, Carly turned to Elizabeth and cried, “Liz, take the money to the car. Now!”

Elizabeth had her eyes glued on the fight between Jason and the mysterious stranger and hadn’t heard what Carly had said. So, when Syesha angrily smacked Elizabeth on the shoulder, she was completely surprised.

“Ouch, what was that for?” she cried.

“Get the fuck out of here and put that money in the car,” Syesha snarled as Carly tossed Elizabeth the keys.

“We’ll be there in a minute, now get going!” Carly added, turning back to the fight.

Terrified, Elizabeth tore her eyes from the fight and ran as fast as she could. Racing to the car, she prayed that this was all a very bad dream. Yet, when she opened her eyes again, she was still outside and almost to the car with that large bag of money in her hands. Suddenly, a couple shots from the gun ran out and Elizabeth jumped. Oh God, Carly had probably just killed that man. The thought of a murder made Elizabeth even more afraid; this was just too much in one night.

When she reached the car, she shoved the bag of money inside and shut the car door with a slam. She could hear footsteps coming from the alleyway she’d run from and anticipated Carly and the others. Yet, neither of them showed. Instead, it was that mysterious man with eyes like ice. There was blood on his cheek and the glare he gave her reminded Elizabeth of a monster. He was breathing heavily and fear rose within her as he came toward her, closer and closer.

Elizabeth was leaned back against the car, frozen with fear. The man gave her a smirk and said, “Well, well, well. Looks like there’s just one left.”

She let out a whimper and said, “Please…don’t hurt me. I…didn’t know…”

“Sounds to me like you had no problem going along with it. Especially since you ran away,” the man replied, coming closer to her.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Elizabeth protested.

“We all have a choice, Little One. You clearly made your choice to take the coward’s way out,” the man said, his smirk spreading.

“I…I…” Elizabeth protested, swallowing nervously and tears filling up in her eyes again.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she could see Carly, Syesha and Jason from the alleyway. Carly put a finger to her lips and shook her head no. Elizabeth turned her eyes back to the man approaching her. Elizabeth kept one eye as the trio quietly approached the man walking toward her and Elizabeth shivered in fear.

“Don’t look so scared. I won’t hurt you…much,” the man said, gesturing his hands toward her.

“I’m not a criminal. It was their idea and they…forced me,” Elizabeth whimpered, as Carly and the others got closer.

“I’m not quite sure I believe that,” the man said, advancing closer to her.

“I promise, I wouldn’t lie,” she cried, as the man came even closer till he was a foot away from her.

When he came close, she could smell the alcohol on his breath and that made her gag. The man smirked and said, “Just give me the money, Little One and maybe I’ll let you go without a fuss.”

Carly and the others were close behind the man now and Elizabeth calmly whispered, “If…If I give it to you, will you put it back where it belongs and…leave me alone.”

“I’ll put the money back, that’s no question, but as for you, I’ll have to think about it,” the man replied in a husky voice.

Before the man could advance any further toward Elizabeth, Carly raised the gun in the air and smashed it down on the back of the man’s head. The man’s blue eyes widened in surprise and he fell to the ground hard, unconscious.

Elizabeth gasped in fear and Carly grabbed her by the shoulders. “Where’s the money?” she asked, urgently.

“In…in the car,” Elizabeth stuttered.

Carly sighed and said, “Good. Now, let’s go.”

Elizabeth quietly opened her door as the others went in. Carly hadn’t even asked if she was all right and that stung. Jason placed the pile of money in his lap and said, “Nice stalling, Liz. Seems you’re not as dumb as I thought.”

Elizabeth had no response to that as she stared at the unconscious man lying on the street. She didn’t stop looking at him until Carly started the car and drove away.

damn, woman!!! you can't leave David unconscious like that!!!

Lol. Don't worry, the story's far from over and David's not finished yet.

Chapter 3

David groaned in pain as he clutched his aching head. He’d just awaken and found himself lying on the sidewalk. At first it didn’t register why the hell he was even lying on the sidewalk to begin with, but when he saw the Los Angeles bank behind him, everything came back. He’d been in a confrontation with the girl who’d looked completely out of place from her trio of friends. She’d begged him to spare her and claimed she had nothing to do with what they were doing. He’d almost believed her and had been prepared to let her go without a scratch until one of her damned friends had crept up behind him and knocked him out.

He silently cursed himself for being so careless and not checking to make sure those friends of hers were dead. Now those four were in possession of that large sack of money and no doubt miles away from here. He hadn’t personally cared whether a bank got robbed or not, but those four had really pissed him off by getting away. Yet, the one he could remember more clearly than anyone else was the frightened girl of that group. She’d done a pretty good job fooling him with claiming she was innocent and those false tears. That made him grit his teeth in anger. If he ever saw that bitch again, he’d really give her something to cry about.

Carefully standing on unsteady legs, he glanced at the large clock nearby that read 1:25 AM. Damn, how long had he been out? Not that it really mattered, but if he knew his sister Brooke, she was probably sick with worry. Though her troubled thoughts of worry for him bothered him to no end, he still didn’t want to make her so fearful that she’d call the police to search for him. Clutching his aching head again, he began walking again and headed for home.

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“DAVID ROLAND COOK, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” Brooke bellowed the minute David walked in the door.

He shut the door with a slam and retorted, “Geez, Brooke. Could you be even louder?”

“Answer the question. It’s nearly 2 AM now, so where have you been?” Brooke demanded, hands on her hips and her blond curly hair bouncing.

“Out,” David answered, coldly as he headed for the refrigerator.

“That’s not good enough. Have you been out drinking?” she harped, following him.

“I only had two beers, Brooke. That’s much less than usual,” he replied, grabbing the pitcher of cold water.

“Only two beers, huh? You certainly don’t look like a man who’s had two beers,” Brooke snapped.

“And you would know this how?” David asked, sarcastically turning to face her.

Whatever remark Brooke was about to say disappeared and her eyes widened in concern. David cocked an eyebrow and asked, “What?”

“David, you’re bleeding,” Brooke exclaimed, going to his side.

“I’m fine,” David said, in a dismissive voice. He tried to pull away, but Brooke took hold of his head in her hands and examined the left side of his face.

“What happened? How did you get this?” Brooke asked, gently prodding an open part of the spot he’d been cut.

David winced in pain and cursed, “Damn it, Brooke. Don’t touch that, it fucking hurts!”

“Were you in a fight again?” Brooke cried suddenly, her eyes filled with renewed worry.

David shrugged and muttered, “I was in a tangle with some people.”

Brooke’s worried eyes grew hard and she said, “David, you know I don’t like you doing that. You shouldn’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“It’s in my nature, Brooke. Besides, it gave me something to do,” David said, defensively.

“If you want something to do, go out and get a job instead of sitting here all day,” Brooke snapped.

David’s blue eyes flashed with anger and he snarled, “And do what? Work as a fucking cashier at a McDonalds? Or better yet, cleaning goddamn toilets in the local gas station?”

“If that’s what will get you out of the house,” she said, with a sigh.

“I just can’t live that kind of life, Brooke. You know that,” David said, irritation in his voice.

Brooke sighed again and whispered, “Just sit down so we can fix this cut of yours.”

He flopped on a kitchen chair and took his glass of water with him. He took a look around the apartment they lived in. It really resembled that of a tacky motel room. The walls were painted red, but it was clipped due to the lack of care from its last occupants. There was kitchen with a disgraceful looking sink and a grimy looking refrigerator, their living room had a black and white TV with only a torn leather sofa and a couple of puke green armchairs, there was only one bathroom with a toilet and a shower that was so small it could only fit two people. For bedrooms, Brooke had her own bedroom that was about the size of three closets and their friend Arch had a decent bedroom about the size of two closets and it overlooked the sidewalk below.

As for David, he didn’t really make much use of the tiny room left for him. The sofa was usually where he slept and throughout most of the day, he sat on that sofa playing his guitar and writing music. So, instead of sleeping in that room, he’d simply suggested they use that room for storage. They had only started living here about a year ago after being evicted from their third apartment and during the day, Brooke worked as a nanny for the neighbors who needed a sitter. The pay was fairly good, but every cent she earned, she used it toward their bills and for food. Arch had a job as a busboy for a high-class restaurant where he dealt with annoying snobbish people all day. To be honest, Arch should be in high school at this point in his seventeenth year, but he’d insisted on working so he could help out. In other words, they had it rough.

Brooke had returned with a first aid kit and was now tending to his wounded cheek. She shook her head and muttered, “You should be more careful. If you tangle too hard with others, you could wind up killed.”

“Don’t worry about, Brooke. If anyone tries to kill me, I’ll smash their faces in,” David muttered as he gritted his teeth from the pain in his cheek.

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Miles away the upper side of the city, Carly was just pulling into the Smithson mansion. She, Jason and Syesha were just gloating once again how they managed to pull off what they’d set off to do. Elizabeth had been quiet during the entire ride; still reeling over the whole experience with the robberies and then that man they’d run into. Yes, after they’d successfully gotten away from the mysterious man, Carly, Jason and Syesha had robbed about three more banks after that. Elizabeth hadn’t gone in with them again since Syesha suggested that she stay ‘after she’d caused so much trouble the first time.’

The trio got out with the bag of money and Carly happily skipped up the stairs. “This calls for a celebration, guys! For successfully completely phase one of the plan,” she proclaimed.

“PARTY! Woo hoo!” Jason cheered.

“Fuck yeah! Totally!” Syesha added, shutting her door with a loud bang.

They danced into the house, skipping and laughing among themselves as Elizabeth followed them quietly. Carly grabbed a remote control nearby and flipped it on. Loud pop music came on and it was so loud, Elizabeth had to cover her ears. Meanwhile, Jason headed toward the mini bar and poured himself a glass of whisky while Syesha helped herself to some cigarettes.

Handing Carly a glass of whiskey, Jason said, “Here’s to a job well done, ladies and for many more to come!”

Carly held her glass high and said, “For many more to come. Then, this town will be ours!”

As the three toasted themselves and joked about where their next hit was, Elizabeth quietly went upstairs to her room. She knew they didn’t care whether she was there or not so she didn’t bother telling them she was headed to bed. Once she reached her room, Elizabeth sat by the window seat and looked out at the night sky. So much had happened in almost a year after their father’s death.

She had never really gotten over the death of her father since it had been so sudden. He’d been so healthy and as far as Elizabeth could remember, he hadn’t really had any heart problems she’d been aware of. Still, he was gone and at eighteen years old, Elizabeth was now without a mother or a father.

Carly was the only family she had now, yet sometimes she didn’t treat Elizabeth as if she were her sister. Often times, Carly treated Elizabeth like she was lower than dirt, a servant sent to bend to her every need. Once in while, Carly and Elizabeth would have heartfelt conversations like they had when they were children, but that rarely happened anymore and those only occurred when Jason and Syesha were gone. Normally, that meant those two were hardly ever gone.

Feeling tired and physically drained, Elizabeth got into her pajamas and crawled into her comfy bed. After turning out the light, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. However, her dreams were far from pleasant as she dreamt of that mysterious man stalking her through the streets with those ice blue eyes of his and they were filled with hate.

omg dude!!!!!!!!!!!! i love it!!! Tainted Love was one of my fave music vids and u made a fan fic out of it!!!!!! *screams and jumps for joy* hehehehe ooh update sooon!!!

You can count on that. Glad to know you like it!

*does napoleon dynamite move* yessssssssss

i do like it. a. lot. lol

Any predictions you think might happen in the story?

hmmmmm..... lets bring out the inner writer in me...

i predict that Elizabeth is having a premonition type dream.... and that somehow David gonna hunt her down.. even if he doesnt try to.

i predict that secretly inside, Jason is gettin pissed at Carly and that Syesha is just a "Carly-wannabe"- but thats not really a prediction is it? lol

thats all ive got for now... lol. my magical fanfic senses ( ) r not comin up with anything else but that. haha

Sounds pretty good so far, but trust me, there's much bigger drama in this story and lots of surprises.

lol... i do trust you... u got a goood story line goin on... and these surprises and bigger dramas u speak of... do we get some comin soon.. in another update hopefully???

(lol... now THAT was slick... just slidin the update plea in there.. sry.. ) (ooh! 300 post!)

Well...it depends on how the story goes, but...be prepared. The only hint I will give is that Elizabeth is going to go through a rough time and she'll meet David again in a way she didn't expect.

really eh?...... hmmmmmm...... so how long will i be preparing before i no wat i have been preparing for??? (does that make sense??? i dont really think so... it did in my head though..)

ANYWAYZ..... cant wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gotta buuuummp!!!!!! 1st page worthy my dear!

This story is awesome!!!!!

Can't wait for more

I can't wait to see where you are going with this. My fav of the ford commercials and I love the fic.

UPDATE, please, soon...

Omg, I love this fic! I love how the whole AI cast is like.... Related? That's not the right word but you know what I mean lol.

Please update

Thanks again for the reviews. They do not go unappreciated!

Chapter 4

When Elizabeth awoke the next morning, she descended down the stairs to find a mess. She rolled her eyes in annoyance at the mess Carly, Syesha and Jason had left. A few cigarettes lay on the ground with some empty beer cans. Obviously, they had partied really hard last night and didn’t bother to clean anything. Elizabeth found Jason snoozing on the recliner in the living room with his shirt off. She cringed at the sight of those monstrous tattoos on his body, he seemed to be covered in them.

Syesha was found with her head down on the kitchen table and few burned cigarettes beside her. The kitchen was just as much of a disaster with the dirty dishes piled up in the sink and bags of chips left open and not thrown away. It disgusted Elizabeth that Carly and the others could be so happy living this way. Speaking of Carly, where was she anyway?

Before she could ponder further on Carly’s whereabouts, Elizabeth found her sitting out on the terrace with a can of beer in her hand. Kicking an empty can of beer away, Elizabeth opened the doors to the terrace to see her sister. Carly looked up at the sight of Elizabeth in her pajamas and commented, “I see you woke up, baby sister.”

“Car, do you realize what a mess you guys made? How long were you partying?” Elizabeth asked, hands on her hips.

Carly shrugged and said, “We were just having fun, Liz. I think it was called for after our great accomplishment last night.”

“You call robbing banks an accomplishment? Carly, what is going on and what are you planning?” Elizabeth questioned.

Carly waved her hand at Elizabeth as if she were shooing away a pesky fly. However, Elizabeth wasn’t finished yet. “Carly, I’m serious. Tell me what you’re planning! I think after the hell I went through last night, I deserve to know,” Elizabeth said, evenly.

Carly drank the rest of her beer and replied, “In time, you’ll learn everything.”

“Damn it, Carly! I want a straight answer of what you’re doing. I’m your sister!” Elizabeth cried.

“Yes and an irritating one at that,” Carly said, heading into the house.

Elizabeth followed Carly and protested, “I’m not finished talking to you, yet!”

Carly whirled around to face Elizabeth and remarked coldly, “You are right now, sister. When the time is right, I’ll tell you. In the meantime, be a sweetie and clean this place up. Jason, Syesha and I have plans to make.”

Hurt washed over Elizabeth as Carly smacked a sleeping Syesha in the head. Syesha grumbled and cried, “For Christ’s sake, what the fuck was that for?”

“Time to get up and create our new plan, Syesha. You did remember we have plans to make, don’t you?” Carly replied in a calm voice.

Syesha groaned and muttered, “Yeah, whatever.” Turning to Elizabeth, she called, “Hey idiot, what time is it?”

“Ten o’clock,” Elizabeth said in a quiet voice.

Carly went over to Jason, who had begun to snore and threw an empty beer bottle at his head. Jason awoke with a start and snapped, “Damn it, why’d you do-”

“Plans, remember? Or did you like our whore friend Syesha forget that?” Carly asked in an irritated voice.

Jason got up from the couch and stumbled a little as he got up. Carly rolled her eyes at this and muttered, “I am surrounded by fricking idiots.”

Jason put his shirt on and muttered, “We can’t all be great like you.”

Carly threw him a dangerous look and said, “Just get your ass upstairs.” Without a glance at Elizabeth, she said, “Make sure this place is cleaned up. I know how much you hate rats.”

Syesha cocked her head toward Elizabeth and snickered, “You know, Carly, since she’s so quiet all the time she might as well be a rat.”

“Nah, she’s not a rat. A mouse is more like it ‘cause their fucking scared all the time,” Jason corrected with a smirk as he put his shirt on.

Syesha and Jason laughed among themselves and Elizabeth bowed in her head in embarrassment, feeling vulnerable. What really got her was when Carly added in, “By the way, Liz. You should get rid of those purple pajamas you’re wearing; they really ruin your figure. Maybe I’ll take to “Victoria’s Secret” sometime and help you pick one of those really nice silk pajamas.”

The trio had themselves a good laugh and then headed upstairs to Carly’s bedroom. As soon as they were gone, Elizabeth robotically began to pick up the mess that Carly and the others had left the night before. Her face felt hot and flushed with pain. She couldn’t believe Carly had gone along with the others to make fun of her. She’d expected that kind of behavior from Jason and Syesha, but just not from Carly.

Grabbing a trash bag, she began to pile up the beer cans and cigarettes lying everywhere. She hated cleaning up after them, but the house still needed to look at least somewhat decent. Besides, when her father had still been alive, he’d always expected the house to be fit and clean. No doubt, he’d want her to clean the place no matter what kind of mess it was. Thinking of her father made Elizabeth’s eyes fill up with tears. She missed her father so much; it hurt thinking about him and how he was no longer around. This time, Elizabeth didn’t stop the hot tears from rolling down her cheeks as she continued to clean.

She cried until she cleaned off everything and had thrown it away in the garbage can outside near the house. Brushing off her tears and taking a deep breath, she went back inside the house and headed for upstairs. Glancing down at her pajamas, she blushed deeply as the hurtful words Carly had said to her rang out in her mind. Going into her room, she threw them off of her and changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans. Sighing, she ran a brush through her hair and left her room to go downstairs again.

However, as she emerged from her room, she heard some snickers and laughter coming from Carly’s room a few doors away. Curious, Elizabeth decided to eavesdrop on the conversation and felt entitled to it. After all, since Carly had failed to give her answers to what she was planning, then Elizabeth would just have to find out for herself. Standing a few feet away from the door, Elizabeth hid behind one of the pillars and listened in.

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“So, what is the plan, my lady?” asked Jason, lounging on one of the two sofas in Carly’s spacious bedroom.

Carly sat down on her king sized canopy bed while Syesha took a seat on the other sofa and said, “We were successful in our robbery attempt of the four banks last night. Tonight, we must strike the next four banks on the list. After at least another twelve banks, we start in on the jewelry stores one by one.”

“Why all the robbing though? When are we gonna take control with the ‘you know what’s’?” Syesha asked, impatiently.

“Do I have to fucking go over this a hundred times? I told you, we rob many banks and stores we find necessary, get the police used to the idea of robberies. We’ll use our secret weapons when the time is right. For now, we’re just having a little fun,” answered Carly, annoyed beyond words.

“What time do we strike?” asked Jason, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Same time as usual. 9:30,” Carly answered.

“Man, I can’t wait to use them. They’re perfect for overpowering someone. Imagine, the whole city at our disposal and with every lowlife to control however we choose,” Syesha sighed, as she envisioned the control of the city they would have.

“Soon, we’ll change the world in a way my father never even dreamed of,” Carly breathed softly.

“What about your sister? Does she have to come along?” Syesha asked, in annoyance.

“Elizabeth has to come. She saw what we did. She’s now in this as much as we are,” Carly said, in a serious voice.

“Man, you shouldn’t have brought her at all. I mean, all she’ll do is whine and ask what’s going on,” Jason complained.

“I didn’t realize she would act like this. It’s too late now,” Carly muttered. A loud noise was heard from outside and Carly turned her head in alarm.

“What the fuck was that?” Jason asked, standing up.

“Well don’t just stand there like retarded morons! Go and investigate,” Carly snapped.

Syesha and Jason stood on their feet and raced through the door. They found the hallway empty, but the statue near the pillar by Carly’s door had been smashed. Syesha turned to Jason and pointed to the right as she dictated, “I’ll go this way. You go that way!”

However, further searching was unnecessary when Jason found a shadow standing behind the other pillar by Carly’s door. Craning his head, he sneered and yanked Elizabeth out from behind it. Elizabeth twisted in Jason’s grip as he bellowed, “If it isn’t the little rat we spoke of earlier.”

Syesha crossed her arms over her chest and said, “Nothing to worry about, Car. It’s just your annoying brat sister.”

Elizabeth pushed Jason’s hand away from her shoulder and stood to face Carly, who had emerged from the room. Carly stood before her younger sister and she didn’t have to ask what she was so upset about. Elizabeth’s eyes were wild with anger, hurt and horror; obviously she’d heard the entire conversation.

“Is it true? Is it really true what you’re planning?” Elizabeth whispered.

Carly sighed and said, “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, sister. However, you should rejoice instead of acting like this.”

“REJOICE? What’s to rejoice about what you’re doing?” Elizabeth shrieked.

“Because, sister. Soon, you too will have the city at your disposal as well. All the power in the world will be partly yours too and everything you ever wanted will be yours as well,” Carly said, a little gently this time.

“What about the people in this city, Carly? How do you think they’re going to feel about using those ‘secret weapons’ your planning to use?” Elizabeth cried.

Carly relaxed a little inside, so she didn’t know about the robots part. That was good, very good. Calmly, she placed a hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder and said, “They are irrelevant. Besides, there’s too much scum in LA anyway. As for the others, I’m sure we’ll find other arrangements for them.”

Elizabeth pulled away and cried, “But that’s wrong, Carly. What you’re doing is…is sick. You can’t do this and I won’t be any part of it!”

Carly knelt her head so she was eyelevel with Elizabeth and snapped, “Yes, I can, sister. And you’re going to be a part of this, whether you like it or not.”

Elizabeth was about to protest again when Jason said, “Wait a minute, Carly.”

Carly turned her angry eyes to Jason, but he remained unfazed. With a calm look on his face, he said, “Since clearly Liz doesn’t want to be a part of our little gang anymore, why don’t we just kill her?”

Elizabeth felt as if all time had stopped as Syesha cheered, “Yes, we should kill her! It might actually be fun; it’s been a while since I killed someone anyway.”

Horror filled Elizabeth’s hazel eyes as turned her eyes to Carly, who simply stared at Jason and Syesha.
She swallowed and whimpered, “Please…don’t do this, Carly. Don’t kill me, I beg you.”

Carly turned her eyes to her younger sister as tears poured down the girl’s cheeks. Then, she turned back to Jason and Syesha, who stood there with smirks and anxious for her orders. She was quiet for a minute or two, until she finally narrowed her eyes at her sidekicks and muttered, “No.”

Jason and Syesha each cocked an eyebrow and dropped their smirks. “No? What do you mean ‘no’?” asked Jason.

“I mean, no. We don’t kill her,” Carly stated, coldly. Turning to Elizabeth, who gave her a grateful look, she hardened her glare and said, “As for you, pack your things and get out.”

Elizabeth’s grateful look dropped and she asked in disbelief, “What do you mean?”

“You are not allowed to stay here in this house anymore. Don’t ever come back here,” Carly explained in a voice filled with malice.

Elizabeth was shaking and she whispered as new tears filled her eyes, “You’re…kicking me out?”

“Sorry it had to come to this,” Carly said, softening her eyes, slightly.

“Carly…you’re not serious, are you? You’re kicking out your own sister?” Elizabeth felt her heart physically breaking inside.

Carly’s eyes grew hard again and she stated, “If you cannot agree to this plan, then you’re no sister of mine.”

The tears spilled from Elizabeth’s eyes and she felt a sob come out of her throat, as Syesha and Jason stood there, shocked. Still shaking, Elizabeth choked out, “Where am I going? Where will I live?”

“I’m sure you’ll make arrangements,” Carly said in an unconcerned voice. “Now, go to your room and pack whatever you can. You have five minutes.”

After Elizabeth tearfully made her way to her room, Jason appeared at Carly’s side and whispered hastily, “What the fuck are you doing? She could rat us out on everything we’ve planned.”

“Yeah, Car. She could tell on us like the rat that she is,” Syesha added.

Carly glared at the two of them again and explained, “She doesn’t know about the robots, so our main plan is safe. Besides, even if she does tell about the robberies we’ve committed, there’s no way she’ll ever have proof. We’ll just hide the money in a secure place. Sending her away will be easier and a lot less trouble.”

Jason and Syesha relaxed as Carly headed downstairs to get herself a beer. Meanwhile, Elizabeth was sobbing as she packed her clothes into the suitcase she had. She could believe this was happening. How could Carly do this? She couldn’t believe her own sister was kicking her out when Elizabeth was the only family she had left. Going to her dresser, she took the little cash she had from her sock drawer and placed it in her pocket. She also packed the picture of her father and her on the beach years ago, a couple of her favorite books and the stuffed bear her mother had given her when she was born.

After she’d packed the bear, she realized she didn’t have room for anything else. Going to her nightstand again, she placed the ring her mother had worn on her finger and sadly, she zipped up her suitcase. Looking around for the last time at the room she’d been in as a child, she picked up her suitcase and walked out into the hallway. She didn’t glance at the smirking Jason and Syesha as she made her way down the stairs and toward the front door.

Carly opened the large door and the bright sunlight shone in Elizabeth’s face. Elizabeth turned back to Carly, who stared coldly at her. She pleaded with her eyes to Carly, begging her to reconsider this decision. Instead, Carly opened the door further and said, “Good-bye, sister. Remember don’t ever come back here. You’re not welcome.”

Elizabeth turned away from Carly as tears flowed down her cheek and without a word; she turned and walked out into the cold, hard world that awaited her.

omg!!! i love it!!! when i saw u had updated i litterally jumped up and down!!!! lol

hmmm... i think i know how David might me Elizabeth now... mwahhahaha!!!!!

jason & syesha r such jerk-offs.. yeah jerkoffs... and Carly i (personally) dont believe Carly is as bad-ass as she thinks she is.... othewise she wouldve killed her sis.. but then wat would have happened to the story...

ANYWAYZ... cant wait for ur next update!!!!!

Happy to hear my update pleased you. Much drama is left to come to this story...and yeah, I did make Jason and Syesha big jerks, didn't I? Lol. Trust me, the way David is going to meet Elizabeth again is going to be very surprising for both of them...

surprising and more drama to come.... my mind is running wild right now... lol.. i gotta go watch Tainted Love vid again now.. which is, over course, absolute torture

Lol. Trust me, lots to come. I'm actually excited writing this story since there's so much drama and action.

drama... action.. can it get any better??? oh yeah. there is that little part about David Cook. lol


im soo into this story...

i love this music vid.. watched like 5 times in a row..

I understand what you mean. That music video is awesome!

You guys are awesome with reviews!

Chapter 5

Meanwhile in downtown LA, David was just arousing from a late slumber on the sofa he slept on. Brooke was standing in front of him with her hands on her hips and shaking her head in annoyance.

“David, get your butt out of bed, it’s time to see the day,” she lectured him.

David rubbed the back of his head, which still ached from where he’d been bashed the night before. He groaned and muttered, “Damn, I still have a headache.”

“Well, that’s what you get when you drink too much,” Brooke said in an exasperated voice.

David rolled his eyes and corrected, “ I got bashed in the head, Brooke, remember? I think I’m starting to feel a fucking bump in the back.”

“In that case, that’s what you get when you start fights with people,” Brooke stated.

Heading back toward the kitchen where she was making breakfast, she continued, “Now, it’s time to get up and start the day. Maybe today you’ll have enough sense to pick up a newspaper and see if there’s any kind of job available.”

Irritation stabbed at David as he threw the torn afghan off his body and got off the sofa. Glaring at Brooke, he snapped, “We already discussed the matter.”

“I wouldn’t care if you decided to become a professional boxer as long as you contributed,” Brooke shot back, taking an egg off the frying pan and onto the nearest clean plate.

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I got my face busted on a regular basis in a ring?” David asked, sarcastically.

“As long as you were getting paid for it,” she repeated.

“I already do something for a living,” David protested.

“I know how important your music is to you, David, but face the facts. You’ve been doing this music thing for almost nine years and have you gotten a major recording album yet?” Brooke asked, turning to look at him.

David winced at the words, but nonetheless darkened his glare on her. When he didn’t respond, she continued, “Obviously not. If your band Axium didn’t work, what makes you think a solo career will?”

The eyes as blue as ice turned even colder and he replied in a voice that could kill, “When the time is right, it will happen. In the meantime, I write my music and prepare for that moment.”

Brooke sighed to herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in her brother’s music abilities; he was a great musician and had a terrific voice. In her heart, she did believe that one day he might get some great exposure and the world would get a taste of David Cook. However, right now Brooke felt they needed to concentrate on paying the rent for this apartment and getting through each day. David made things rough by not contributing and going out at night to buy a drink with the little money they had left over to spend as they chose.
With the eggs now prepared, she called, “Arch, time for breakfast. David, put some pants on. Nobody wants to see your naked legs.”

Grumbling in annoyance, David shoved the pair of gray jeans he’d worn last night onto his legs and zipped them. He made his way to the kitchen and took a seat down in his chair in front of the refrigerator. To his right, Arch came in from his bedroom sporting his white shirt and black pants we wore to the restaurant he worked at. Unlike David, he usually sported a smile on his face and despite how much he disliked working in the snobbish restaurant he worked in, he never complained about it.

“Hey Dave. Hey Brooke,” Arch said, seating himself down beside David that faced away from the living room.

Brooke threw him her usual cheerful smile, while David simply raised his hand as a way of greeting. He also raised his eyebrow at Arch’s uniform and asked, “Don’t you ever get hot in that damn thing? It’s making me sweat just looking at you.”

Arch shrugged his shoulders and said, “You get used to it after a while. I don’t really mind much anymore.”

Brooke shook her head at David and said, “If it makes you sweat so much, then don’t look at Arch’s uniform.”

David shot her a look and shot back, “And when are my eggs ready? They’re going to get cold, you know.”

Brooke shoved a plate of eggs in front of him and snapped, “There! Are you satisfied?”

Instead of answering, David munched on his eggs. Handing Arch a plate, she asked, “So, Arch, how long are you going to be working today?”

“I’m going in to work as soon as I’m done here. I’ll probably come home around eight o’clock if I’m lucky,” Arch answered.

Brooke sat down beside David where she could look across from Arch and said, “My gosh, they really aren’t merciful with hours, are they?”

“Like I said, you get used to it after a while,” Arch replied, shrugging his shoulders again.

“I guess when you wear a penguin suit, you can get used to anything,” David put in, in a sarcastic tone.

Brooke glared at him and said, “As if you would know.”

David shot his blue eyes at her and stated, “Can I say one thing without you fucking hounding or picking at me?”

“I don’t like the way you’re talking to me,” Brooke said, in a motherly tone.

“You don’t have to, Mom,” David sarcastically spat out.

Brooke’s eyes widened in anger and noticing this, Arch held up his hands and cried, “Guys, don’t fight! Is it really necessary, can’t we eat breakfast normally?”

David took a deep breath of anger, but shut his mouth. As he continued eating, Brooke turned her angry glare toward the eggs she was eating. The three sat at the table in an awkward silence, neither speaking to one another. It wasn’t until Arch had finished his eggs that he stood up and said, “I’d better get going. I have work in a half an hour. Thanks for the eggs, Brooke.”

Brooke managed to smile at Arch and said, “You’re welcome, honey. I’ll see you later, I suppose.”

“Yeah, see you. Bye, Dave,” Arch said as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.

Brooke silently took David’s empty plate and went to wash the dishes. David’s blue eyes flicked at her back, which was facing him and went to resume his usual place on the couch. He flipped on the television to whatever random channel, not really caring which one he’d picked. Then, he took his guitar, which lay near the couch and began to tune the instrument. He softly hummed each note to make sure it was exactly sounding the way it needed to.

After Brooke had washed the dishes, she went into her room to gather her things. She had been called last night to baby-sit one of the local mothers’ children and she was needed soon. She usually brought along a mini keyboard she had, which the children usually enjoyed and a couple of puzzles she and David had played with when they were younger. With her things ready, she went back into the living room to find her brother in his usual spot. As she headed out the door to leave, David turned around from his spot on the couch and said, “Brooke.”

She turned to him and he continued with a serious look on his face, “Sorry. I don’t agree with what you say and it doesn’t change how I feel, but…sorry for some of the things I said.”

Brooke smiled at him and said, “You’re a good man, David; the only problem is that you’re just making poor decisions.”

David waved his hand and turned back to the face the television he wasn’t really watching. Brooke called to him, “I’ll see you later tonight,” and then left to her job.

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Brooke loved her job babysitting children. She’d always been good with kids and found them to be one of the most precious things life had to offer. That was part of the reason she’d decided to earn money this way; not only did it allow her spend her time with children, but it was fun as well.

Right now, she was babysitting a little girl named Sylvia, whom she’d babysat for more than once. Sylvia was crazy about Brooke and the two usually had a blast together. At Sylvia’s house, the girl’s father owned a guitar and a piano, which Brooke played for Sylvia while she there. Brooke had learned how to play guitar from her brother, David, but she wasn’t nearly as good as him. Still, she enjoyed playing guitar from Sylvia and singing all kinds of fun songs little kids liked to listen to.

She had just finished singing, “Here Comes the Sun,” with Sylvia clapping for her. Putting the guitar down in its case, Brooke asked, “How about we go to the park for some fresh air?”

“OK, Brooke,” said Sylvia; happy to do anything that required some fun.

“Let’s get your coat and then we’ll get going. If you behave yourself, I’ll buy you an ice cream cone,” Brooke said, grinning.

“Yeah. I’ll be good, I promise,” said Sylvia.

After Sylvia had been put into her coat and was ready to leave, the two walked down the busy streets to head for the park. The walk was dangerous when traffic was busy and Brooke had carefully instructed Sylvia to hold her hand as they walked down the street. Besides, one never knew what type of strange people roamed about in LA. When the two arrived at the park, Sylvia asked to play in the sandbox first. Brooke didn’t mind kneeling down with Sylvia in the sandbox and helping her make a mini sand fort. Of course, that meant getting her hands sandy, but she let that thought go aside to the back of her mind.

Once Sylvia was satisfied with her sand fort, she went down on the slide for a couple of times before asking Brooke to swing her on the swings. Then, after Sylvia exhausted herself with attempting to swing the monkey bars, she and Brooke finally got the ice cream cones Brooke had promised. Sylvia got herself double chocolate fudge while Brooke simply ordered a plain vanilla ice cream cone. The two girls then sat down under a park bench to enjoy their ice cream cones.

Little Sylvia was just licking her ice cream again when she heard a strange noise. Turning to her left, she found a teenage girl sitting on a suitcase, which she’d set by a large bush and was crying her eyes out. Her brown hair fell down in waves at her sides and she had her head down so no one could see her sobbing face. Sylvia’s curious green eyes stared at the girl in concern, though she was only six years old, this didn’t look right.

Gently, she tapped Brooke on the arm and said, “Brooke. Brooke.”

Brooke turned to Sylvia and asked, “What is it?”

Sylvia pointed to where the crying girl was and asked, “That girl over there is crying. Why is she crying,
Brooke?”

Brooke followed Sylvia’s pointing finger and was struck with surprise at what she saw. The girl’s shoulders were shaking terribly and huge, muffled sobs were emerging from her covered face. Pity filled Brooke as she stared at the girl and she answered Sylvia, “I don’t know, but I’m going to hopefully find out what’s wrong.”

Getting up, she took the curious Sylvia by the hand and slowly walked over to the crying girl. The girl didn’t look up or even hear Brooke or Sylvia coming, she was simply too caught up in her own sorrow. Taking a deep breath, Brooke cleared her throat and said, “Excuse me?”

The girl looked up with red, squinty eyes and they widened in embarrassment. An apologetic look filled her face as she asked sadly, “Am I bothering you? If I am, I’ll leave.”

Brooke was taken aback by that answer and said, “No, you haven’t bothered me. It’s just…well, I don’t mean to pry but…”

“Yes?” asked the girl, brushing away some tears off her face.

“Why are you crying?” asked Brooke, concerned.

The girl took a deep breath of her own and her face was once again filled with sadness. New tears formed her eyes as she tearfully answered, “Because I’ve just lost the only place I ever really called home. I’ve barely any money, no place to go…no food.”

“You don’t have a home?” Sylvia asked, surprised to even hear such a thing.

Brooke turned to her and scolded, “Sylvia!”

The girl didn’t appear offended and said, “Well…I did have a home, but not anymore. I don’t have anything anymore save for what’s in this suitcase and…I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.”

The girl started to cry again and sobs began to rack her body. Brooke’s face fell at the sight of the sad girl and in spite of herself, she knelt down to pat the girl on the shoulder. The gentle pat made the girl’s sobs ease a little, but didn’t stop the tears that flowed from her cheeks. Sylvia, who began to feel sorry for the girl herself, stood in front of her and held out her double chocolate ice cream and said, “Here, since you don’t have any food, you can have my ice cream.”

Brooke shook her head at Sylvia and scolded, “Sylvia, no. You’ve already licked off of it and in any case, ice cream is not the best thing for her right now.”

The girl smiled despite her tears and said to Sylvia, “Yes, you keep your ice cream, but thank you for offering. I really appreciate it.”

Brooke patted the girl’s shoulder again and asked, “What’s your name?”

The girl wiped away another tear and answered brokenly, “Elizabeth.”

Brooke nodded and said, “My name’s Brooke and the little girl over there is Sylvia. Don’t worry, Elizabeth. Everything will be all right. How about this, why don’t you come hang out with us for a while as I come up with a plan, OK?”

Elizabeth cocked her head and said, “Aw, thanks. That’s really nice of you.”

Brooke helped Elizabeth to her feet and said, “Come on, we’d better get Sylvia back home. We’ve been at the park long enough.”

As Sylvia took Brooke’s hand, Elizabeth took her suitcase she’d laid on the ground and carried it as she followed them. When they got back to Sylvia’s home, Sylvia asked Elizabeth if she knew how to play “SORRY.” Elizabeth nodded and watched as the little girl rushed to get the board game. Brooke handed her a tissue and as Elizabeth blew her nose, Brooke asked, “So, where are you from?”

“I’m from here in LA,” Elizabeth answered, wiping her nose on the tissue.

“So, you’re not from somewhere far away,” Brooke said, mostly to herself.

“Nope,” Elizabeth answered.

“Do you have any family, Elizabeth?” Brooke asked.

“I have a sister…but…” Elizabeth started, sadness filling her again.

“But what?” Brooke asked.

“Well, see…my sister is the one who kicked me out of my home,” Elizabeth explained, a frown coming on her mouth.

“Why on earth would she do that?” Brooke asked, angry shock on her face.

“Because she is doing something that’s wrong and I didn’t want to be a part of it,” Elizabeth answered, vaguely.

“That’s not right,” Brooke said, softly.

“I know,” Elizabeth agreed, sorrowfully.

Sylvia had come back with the “SORRY” board game and asked Elizabeth if she would play the game with her. Grateful for the momentary distraction, Elizabeth nodded and said she would. As Elizabeth played the game with Sylvia, Brooke was watched closely, studying her. She appeared to be somewhat happy that she was playing the game, but Brooke simply thought about what Elizabeth had told her. Whatever wrong thing her sister was doing, it still wasn’t right for her to kick her own sister out. Something had to be done and Brooke simply couldn’t stand by and not do something about what had happened to Elizabeth.

It was as Sylvia was beating Elizabeth in the “SORRY” game that Sylvia’s mother came home and the little girl ran to her. As the mother paid Brooke, she gave a questioning look at Elizabeth. Brooke said to the mother, “She’s a friend of mine.”

“Oh,” the mother replied, feeling better now that the strange girl was declared a friend of Brooke’s.
As Brooke left the house with Elizabeth quietly following her, she turned to the teenage girl. With a sigh, she said, “Elizabeth…”

Elizabeth turned to her and asked, “Yes?”

“Elizabeth, I’ve been thinking and…after what you’ve told me, I don’t like the idea of you wandering around the streets alone with no plan of action,” Brooke said.

Elizabeth was about to ask why when Brooke continued; “I think that maybe you should stay with my brother, my friend and I. At least until you can find a place of your own.”

The girl’s face filled with shock and she exclaimed, “Are…are you sure? I mean you don’t really know me. You’ve just met me and you want to take me in.”

“Like I said, I just don’t think I feel comfortable with you roaming LA without some kind of plan. I’d feel better about it if you stayed with me,” Brooke said.

Elizabeth was overcome with this declaration, but managed to say, “I-I don’t know…I don’t want to intrude. I mean, I don’t know if your brother or your friend will like having me live with you.”

Brooke shook her head and said, “Don’t worry. Arch won’t mind having someone else around. Besides, you must be close to his age. Are you seventeen?”

“Eighteen,” Elizabeth corrected.

“Close enough. Anyhow, as for my brother, you have nothing to worry about. The only thing David does is sitting on that couch all day and doing whatever. Nothing to worry about,” Brooke reassured.

“Still, I don’t want to burden you,” Elizabeth protested softly.

Brooke turned to face her and said, “Elizabeth, I absolutely insist that you stay with me. I simply don’t think I could sleep easily tonight if you don’t have a decent place to stay. Please accept my offer.”

Elizabeth still felt uncomfortable with just accepting Brooke’s offer, but then stopped to think about it. As far as she knew, there was no other arrangement for her to have and there was no one would probably take her in. Plus, it was late in the afternoon now and it would get dark in the next hour. Not to mention it wasn’t safe on the streets of LA at night and she could easily be mugged, raped or killed. Plus, Brooke seemed like a decent person and Elizabeth could not detect a false hint of kindness in her.

Letting out a sigh, Elizabeth conceding and said, “All right. I don’t feel right about taking advantage of you, but I’ll come stay with you.”

Brooke put a hand on her shoulder and said, “If I thought you were a burden, I wouldn’t have invited you to come.”

Elizabeth smiled at her and said, “Thank you. I really don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything at all. Just come with me,” Brooke said, smiling as she led the way to her home.

Elizabeth kept smiling as she followed Brooke down the street. When a small row of apartments came in their midst, Brooke said, “This is where I live.”

Nodding, Elizabeth followed her up the steps and said, “This is nice.”

When Brooke reached the door, she unlocked it and stepped inside, Elizabeth following close behind. “David!” Brooke called.

“What?” a gruff voice asked from far away.

“David, there’s something I need to discuss with you,” said Brooke, in a serious voice.

Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow; why did that man’s voice sound so familiar to her? The gruff voice that Elizabeth assumed as David stood up from the couch and asked impatiently, “What is it? Is this about the fucking job thing again?”

“No,” Brooke said in an exasperated voice.

“Then what is-” he started.

That’s when Elizabeth saw him and she felt as though her heart had stopped beating. The mysterious man who had frightened her last night was standing in front of her and Brooke with a similar shocked look on his face. For a few seconds, David and Elizabeth stared at each other in shock as Brooke looked at one to the other with confusion. Then, David narrowed his ice blue eyes in hate and growled in a voice filled with venom and disgust, “YOU!”

“You…” Elizabeth whispered, horror in her voice.

Omg!
Update pour favor!

She's gunna go live with David... I can smell it lol.

Must. Have. Update.

OMG!! i started freakin out when i saw a new update...

that seems so much like Brooke to take in a poor helpless girl, even though she doesnt know anything about her...

ah-ha! so they meet again..... hmmm... how merciful is this David????

as usualy it was awesome and cant wait for another update!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll update soon. Thanks for the review!



Glad you liked the update! Yeah, as I was writing it, my description of Brooke does sound like something she would do. Didn't I tell you there'd be lots of drama...and much more to come!

ooh... do we get more drama soon???? oohh idk.. maybe in an update lol

You know it! Next chapter's gonna be...interesting.

interesting...




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oh well!


hahahahaha!!!!! that was fun

Can't wait for the interesting new chapter [size="4"][/size]

I promise the chapters ahead will be good.



Lol. That was pretty funny!

i'm glad!! i was afraid it would only be funny in my mind... then it would be weird... lol.. that happens to me a lot...

Me too.

Love the updates!

Happy to hear that!

First I gotta say, what an amesome idea for a fic!
I'm really enjoying it and I can't wait for the next part

OKAY! here i am!
found your story, read your story, and now i've fallen in love with your story.
HAHAHAHA
this story's so fucking interesting, i'm re-reading it till a new update comes

Thanks a lot. I promise the rest of the story will be awesome!



Welcome to the "Tainted Love" club! Lol. Glad you love the story...I promise I'll update soon on this story and on "Attraction to Another."

I'm really loving this, it's a really original plot and idea. Keep up the good work!

Thanks, I most definitely will keep up the good work!