Her return

"Rising up through the ashes like a phoenix..." oh god, what the hell that is so cliche...I gave up on a lot of things and being a hero was one of 'em. I couldn't deal with life after my brothers disappearance and especially after not being able to find him. After years and years of sifting through all that rikti trash. The scum. Nothing could describe the hatred I have for them. They took everything.

Chica rises from the hospital bed. Feeling the weight of her body she struggles a bit...then the green haze...the CURSE as she refers to it (I don't mean the female curse)...begins to emanate from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head. As though waking from a heavy sleep she slowly opens her eyes. Cringing at the light and then surrendering to it. She starts to cry. But dry tear ducts aren't helping. She opens her mouth as if to speak but she's parched. She searches the room looking for a cup...anything for a sip of water.

"Regeneration my ass."

She wished that she could be enveloped by the darkness...for one FINAL time...not this bullshit. How long has it been this time she wondered. How many more times must she venture to heaven then hell to save her family and herself? This time, while under, she was so close to finding him of almost feeling death and giving in to it. "Where do I start?" She stands up and walks over to the nearest window and looks outside. The sky is blue. She almost wished it was dark. What day was it, what year? she needed a nurse. At that she begins to hear voices outside in the hall. She looks around her room. No one has been here. This time, no flowers, no empty vases, and no cards, nothing. "Heh I've finally been forgotten." She smirks then sits back on the bed. The door opens and a nurse walks in then jerks back abit; shocked at the site of seeing Chica sitting up she hits the button for a doctor. "Welcome back" and she turns on her heels and walks back into the hallway w/o eye contact or a smile. Chica hears more voices and they become louder as they enter her room.

She has her back to him. "I only have one doctor...where is he?" "uh, well, its been a long year...maybe longer. We are trying to locate him." "where are my clothes and my things? I need to leave." The doctor walks around her bed to look her in the eye..."Chica" before he could say another word...The room darkens and the entire room shakes. A loud "BOOM" pierces through the room and through her very soul...her eyes widen...could it be? She stands up, moves the doctor out of her way and rushes to the window. Chica lets out a cynical laugh. "AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaargghhh those sons of bitches!!!!"

It's as if they knew she would wake up today. She throws on what she can find and runs out of room #134 of the Chiron Medical Center and then out the front door. The Rikti are attacking Atlas Park...again.

A guy named Nacho and his Chica

The radio announces a dance contest and concert:

["Ahorra en la Poderrosa...Hombres y mujeres vamos a bailar!! Vamos a gosar!! ensenar cuero y piernas! Hombres trailo!!!
Esta fin de semana en la Plaza de Port Oaks a las siete de la tarde, Club Baile presenta Los Tigres de Grandville y Ultima Baile! Para entrar en la
competencia y ganar el primer premio de $10,000 mil dolares! Llama a 1-800.....para inscribirse en el concurso."]

Envi turned off the radio and grinned, she knew this would be it, this would be the chance to get her name out there...the opportunity to grow and to even get off of Mercy Island. Her destiny awaited her..and this would be the only way out. She would tell Nacho tonite
about the contest. He had to do this, one more time for her. In her mind, she had already won
and was on the ferry to Grandville where she would start anew and begin her career.

Envi found Nacho at his favorite hangout, the Panaderia. Every day, twice a day at both 6am and 1pm, the baker would put out fresh baked pan dulce. It was 1:05pm when she arrived to find Nacho savoring a cuernito fresh out of the oven.

"Mmmm just as sweet as you mami" he greeted Envi with a sugary kiss on the cheek. She quickly wiped the sugar off and looked at him.
He raised his eyebrow when he saw her face, He knew it too well. That look of sheer determination-las ganas. "Que quieres ahorra?" he asked
while still chewing. "Well babe, looks like there is a new dance contest this coming weekend, and was wondering if you had any plans?"
She gave him that look, the one that said, you are doing this with me whether you like it or not (with just a tad of puppy eye and a smile).
"Aye Dios Mio" He looked at her in disbelief, "Tell you what, I'll do it as long as you give me the answer I want to hear?"
He threw it back to her. She hated when he did that. "Aye! c'mon papi! you know I can't answer you yet" she replied.
"Babe, it's been almost a year now...if you dont know by now..." he sighed and suddenly the fresh cuernito in his hand didn't seem as satisfying and neither did the relationship. He needed to know if she loved him enough to be with him forever and he knew he just got
his answer. Stifling his emotions he took her into his arms (he could feel her resisting) gave her a hug then let her go.
Envi pulled away "I tell you what," she said "why don't I think about it, then after the dance, I'll give you my answer??" she gave him a cheesy smile.
He looked at her, dropped the cuernito on the street. "Dancing will always be your first and only love won't it? no room for me is there?"
he spouted. He could almost feel her cringe, and what was that, did she just roll her eyes?
"Ayyy, why do you got to make it hard for me? why can't I just have more time?" she pleaded.
"Fine, think about it all you want, but I won't be dancing with you this time or ever." He kissed her on the cheek and began to walk away.
She was dumbfounded. "Nacho...Francisco! where are you going I NEED you for this!" she watched him walk away."PINCHE CABRON!!" Now what the hell am I supposed to do
she thought. "He's got to do this with me."


Chica translations:
Panaderia = Bakery
Pan Dulce = Sweet Bread
Cuernito = Sweet bread shaped like a horn
Las ganas = the drive/will to do something
Pinche Cabron = basically an "Asshole"
"Que quieres ahorra?" = Now what do u want?

CHICA ENVIDIOSA

Seething with hate and frustration, Envidiosa heads for the door of Pocket D.She is fuming with hatred and mal contempt for Rosita...this year's Banda Queen. Everyone watches her storm off shouting how "it was rigged" or "unfair" that she got the boot at the last minute. She hadn't cheated.

Chica had been dancing since she was young. Her mother had always listened to the old ranchera music from Mexico...where she had been born. Nothing really made her mom happier than to dance and hear music; it was soothing to her.As a teen Chica learned to dance with her mom in their kitchen, picking up the different rhythm's as her mom chopped onions, or waited for the beans to boil. Her dad would enter the kitchen, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "He'sa huero, what does he know of dancing!" was what her mother would always say. Chica never did get to see her dad dance, on occasion she had heard him whistling, which was pretty much the extent of his love of music.

As a teen, Chica learned to dance Salsa, Flamenco and Tango. She insisted on dance lessons, and her mother obliged.When she was comfortable she began to enter competitions. It wasn't long before dancing turned profitable. Winning competitions and teaching dance classes was how she earned her income. Like her mom, she loved to dance; but she wanted to knowmore and learn more.

The love her life, Nacho aka Francisco, was also a dancer. He enjoyed music and dancing just as much as Chica. When they danced, it was like lovemaking...for Nacho anyway. Chica always remained professional...the more intense the dance the more she thought of winning. She loved him, but she loved the sport more. To her it was what made her soul happy.

THE PRIESTESS CALLS...LIKE THE LULLING OF MOTHS TO A FIRE, HER SOUL CARETAKERS COME TO HER CORPSE. DESSICATED AND EMPTY, YET FULLOF FIRE. IT IS AN ETERNAL BURDEN FOR HER CARETAKERS...THOSE THAT HOLD THE PIECES OF THE SHARD.



Learn Chica Spanish:
Chica Envidiosa: Jealous fem.
Banda: type of music from mexico
Rancheras: type of "old school" music of mexico
Salsa: Shake what ya mama gave ya music
Huero: white male

[Chica Envidiosa is a member of the Darkwing Brigade, though she was just another Chica at first. What is funny is that her story comes from the costume. It was that darn Cowboy hat!! hehe it just reminded me of Sabado Gigante for some reason! so I rolled with it...hope u enjoy her stories=) ]

To be Continued...

Not that kind of a Doctor...

The Doc suddenly found himself at a crossroads...should he reveal himself or take a bit of a beating in order that he not give himself away? "Damn." he thought...but the trolls and street trash (Hellions) kept taking shots at him.

"And to think I was going to get tea on my break" he thought to himself as he ducked a knife; suddenly he saw that the girl had gone down.He had seen her before, a street rat, somekind of ruffian or homeless kid that thought she was a bit tougher than what she was.At that moment, she found herself face down, spines and all. "Ok, she's ok for a few, now to clean things up and get that cup of Earl Grey."

Deep down he knew she was a mutant... she was familiar to him. He had all confidence that she would be ok. He had seen her before, she was some kind of a merciless Arachnos experiment gone awry; or it could've been anything or anyone that did THAT to her...Rikti, the Lost, those darn Vahz. "No time to think Doc, just clean up" and the Doc single-handedly took out the trash.

CH1CA found herself on a gurney in a hallway. "Hmmm this is new...NOT" and she lifted herself up. A nurse casually walked on by. "Ugh, friggin' hospitals...no compassion, they're all robots" she muttered. First thing's first, "check ur boots Chica!"she had to remind herself...dunno who this boot thief is, but he/she is NOT getting these babies; she reached down and touched her leather boots.They were probably the only descent thing her mother had left her. Years had passed since her mothers death, and of all her mothers earthlypossessions Ch1ca was finally able to fit the black stilletto boots. She remembered how hard it was to run in the things, but heck, "when u regen as fast as I do, there really is no need to worry about the blisters" she was glad to see that they were still on. This thought brought a semi-half smirk to her face. Just then, a man in a white coat stepped up to the metal gurney.

"Well now, looks like you are doing better." The coat smiled. Ch1ca was hesitant to say a thing and turned away; "FRAK he's gonna ask."
"If you have a moment, I'd like to thank you." Ch1ca raised her eyebrow. "Thank me?? for what?" she asked. "You saved my life back there on the street, dont u remember?" The Doc was secretely trying to pry, to see if she could recall his own transformation. "Ummm, uh, I guess I forgot?""Well, that's normal. you took quite a beating young lady." Suddenly Ch1ca remembered THE routine, HER routine; Check the boots, check for open cuts, blood! Not a sign...'sides the boots, still there. She looked up at the doctor, he grinned "Let me show you something." The Doc led her to the X-ray room,sat her on yet another gurney and stood in front of her explaining the photos. She said nothing, she had only followed him... and in the light of the x-ray she saw his face. He was older than she, a few scars on his hands, smart and handsome, and almost vaguely familiar...but she couldn't place him. "heh, probably from the hospital in Steel Canyon Ch1ca, where else" she thought to herself."and u had a major fraction on your left femur, but it seemed to have healed miraculously, can u maybe explain that?" Ch1ca shook herself out of her stasis. She had been thinking inwardly and seemed to have missed part of what he had said..."uh well, no. I can't explain it. sorry. Well I'm outty." With that she picked herself up and headed out the door. She was tense when she reached the vators. "c'mon stupid vators!!" she knew he would follow, she knew he'd ask, she knew he was there on the street to help and she knew that he couldn't keep her here.

Chica Nemesis

I take my hand and gently glide it over my scar, my fingers following the small ridges where the staples had been. The scar feels smooth to the touch. I follow it up my face, it dips into the curve of my socket, and over my brow. There is no pain...only anger. "I'll never forget the fucking bitch that gave THIS to me. NEVER!"
I am quietly going mad. In my mind I am laughing. In my mind I am dying.In my mind I am mercilless. "Te voy a dar una que te vas a quedar...sin creer y sin vida" Chica Vaga will suffer.

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CH1CA VAGA: A Recurring thing...

Snippets of her life unfold in front of her as she raises herself off the ground. Her brother’s face, her mom giving birth in the alley, aliens and the Lost. Her head is pounding, and she sees red. Not the kind that is metaphoric, but the kind that oozes down your face after a major ass whooping. She touches her hand to her eye; its puffy and bleeding, but not for long. She feels her skin healing itself “just another day” she thinks as she begins the routine of wiping her blood with her kerchief; making sure her boots are on (there is a apparently a shoe/boot thief in KR), dusting herself off and standing up she notices there is a dead silence in the city…no cars, no pedestrians, no cats mewing at the doors, even the buzzing of flies on the Vazhilok seems silent. Her first instinct…alien scum…They’re back. Her eyes are diverted to the sky...the last time they were here the sky turned grey and tumultuous clouds formed. "Maybe now I'll find him."

Suddenly her routine cleaning seems pointless, and she begins to panic a little but reaffirms herself "get a hold of yourself Chica, stay strong." The first place she thinks of and rushes to is her friend Violets house.

VIOLET

As though someone had slapped her in the face, the jerk or shock alone bolted her back into reality. “Where the hell am I and who is this jerk” she thought. “Come on babe gimme the goods or I’ll have to search for ‘em myself, hehe” said the Hellion. She turns to look him directly in the eye…she feels her power overcome her and suddenly she is not herself…she pummels him in a flash and “WHUMPH” sends the Hellion flying.

A scrawny girl barely even 16 yrs old when CH1CA met her in the sewers. It was the funniest thing CH1CA ever saw and in the Sewers of all places! Chica had been down there searching for Rikti and a group of Lost when she came across a couple of teens having an argument...well if u can call it that. Here was this scrawny girl and she had been yelling at her loser boyfriend to back off...when he didn't she suddenly busts out and clobbers him over the head! "WTF!" is Chica's first reaction, deciding that maybe she shouldn't break it up...then watching as the guy picks himself up and runs off. Violet stands there...LOL. "YOU PERV!!" she yells at the Hellion.

Chica walks out of the shadows towards Violet, "So you're ok?" Chica asked. Violet turns around looking very surprised and takes a swipe at Chica. Chica dodges it "Woe Woe watch it there! I was only asking...thought maybe you were in trouble." "Me in trouble? pfft." Violet responds. "Why are you even down here?" Chica asks. "Uh, I um, that idiot brought me down here to get some 'Dine, then he decided to keep it for himself and ditch me in here." Chica notices that Violet turned a little red in the face just then. "Well, let me help you out of here its a long way back and there are Lost and who knows what else lurking about." "I can find my own way out!" Just then a group of Rikti turn the corner and it’s on!

to be continued...

CH1CA VAGA - II

The only memory I had was waking up in an ally on the east side of Kings Row....somewhere near the refinery...if my memory serves me correctly. I remember flashes of green and purple light, remembered being thrown; frozen and pummeled by those scum, those filthy scum. My first thoughts went to my family. I hope they made it. I hope they lived.

I was only 18 years old when The Lost ruined my life.
My name is Miranda C. Douglas. Don't ask me what the C. stands for...my mom thought I should have an initial. I've got a chip on my shoulder--atleast that is what some think.
My friends call me Chica. That would be my one friend anyway.

My little brother came out of my mom that night...she had been in labor for over four hours in an allyway near the train. I remembered I could hear it come to a stop everytime her contractions subsided. We needed help--I needed to find help...but what could a homeless family do and to who could we turn too...this baby was coming out now--no time no time I kept thinking.

My brother's first gasp of dioxins from the refineries made him cough. But he had lived and so had my mother. We were going to be fine. (to be continued...)