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overwhelmed-ravenclaw · 7 years ago

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Breaking Out of Banal

AN: Story [here] Co-writer is @scarredruinness all I did was write her story idea! Don’t let her convince you otherwise! (I love you, my demonic Eeyore!) Fandom: Marvel (General. Based off of Universe 616) Series: Mechies Characters: Ms DoomsDay/Dooms, Charie, Kira, Voice 1, Voice 2, Voice 3, Voice 4, All voices at once Words: 3406 Warning: Deadpool related, so anything you consider to be with Deadpool count it with Dooms too. Also Violence and some cursing will be a given normally.

Chapter I: Beginnings

Once upon a time... THAT IS NOT HOW THIS STORY IS SUPPOSED TO START! I agree with the annoying one. WHO YOU CALLING ANNOYING!? Stop with the yelling. I AM NOT YELLING I AM JUST MAKING WRITER-SAMA USE ALL CAPITAL LETTERS! Still yelling… we are after all inside of Miss Wilson’s head. A young woman with long platinum blonde hair and sparkling silver eyes rubbed her temples. The two very different, but familiar voices arguing made her head hurt which she hated. The teenager behind her, held the scissors carefully waiting for the white-haired one stop moving. “If you don’t stop wiggling, then put a knife through your skull so I can cut your hair…” She snapped, her face and body changing shapes, skin, and texture. The taller of the two looked over her shoulder to the one that can change her appearance. “I don’t see why you want to cut your hair, it’s pretty way it is.” The shifter grumbled, making the silver eyed beauty roll her eyes. Turning to face the front again, the young woman looked ahead at the wall. The voices still argued, making her want to break something. A headache was getting worse. Then finally a soft tap on top of her head. Tilting her head back, she shook it much like a dog shaking off the water. “You do that every time!” The younger of the two laughed. The taller looked down at her and stuck her tongue out. “So when do I get to hear your voice?” She asked, bouncing after the taller. “Miss Dooms, please, it’s no fair that I have never heard your voice.” That made the taller stop and turn to the small shape-shifter before her. Her hand went out, the shifter was ready to feel a blow… then she felt a soft pat on top of her head. Glaring up at the taller, Dooms walked away. Aw, Miss Wilson likes Charlie, the shifting girl! One of the voices cooed. THAT IS SO CUTE! Stop with the yelling! Trying not to take her annoyance out on the small shifter, Dooms walked away. She had a meeting to attend, though she really didn’t want to. Maybe afterward she could kill some ingrates that wanted to harm some innocents. Leaving the mansion that seemed to be crumbling down in certain areas, through the graveyard around the mansion, and then to the gate. The yard itself was always slightly darker than seemed. == Adventure Missions Boobs Profit? == White-blonde hair, in a boy like cut, a young woman walked into a diner. The small town that they are in barely big enough to actually call a town. It has the diner, a gas station, and a small k-12 school. The population not even three-hundred. Isolated. Barely anyone knows about this place. Secluded by woods and mountains. The young woman, mid-teen at least, was tall for her age. Her eyes are hidden by a pair of dark sunglasses. Long sleeved red shirt hiding her arms. Dark, thick, jeans, and finally last part of her attire that seems to be most important… a choker hiding a tattoo of a sword and gun crossing each other. The people of this unknown small town call her Miss Dooms. No one alive to this day has ever heard her talked before. A mystery about her, trying to solve was a dangerous game. The mysteries surrounding her include, her real name, if she even has one. Who her father is, though they all know who her mother is. Why her eyes and hair is so strange. Why there are people always looking for her. And the most important of all of the mystery… what is she? Sixteen years old, and everyone in the small unknown town is scared of her. Nobody knows what her real job is. Though they know she owns the land that the graveyard is on. She also owns the mansion in the middle of it and surrounding woods. Her weaknesses, fears, strengths, everything is a mystery in itself. No one knows anything about her, except what she wants them to. Which is always played to her advantage? She’s one of many children, but only two she actually count as her siblings. They are like her. Different. Her mother died when she was an infant and who had raised her was a mystery itself. She didn’t raise herself, after all. It was just unknown, too much unknown. The two siblings that are like her are her older sister and brother. They have the same job as herself and their father. They were all mercenary surrounded by mystery. Her older siblings were both bubbly and talked way too much.They are twins, fraternal, and different genders. They are children of their father and his alternate universe female self. Shaking her head clear, Dooms walked past a man sitting in a booth not far from the booth she always sits in. The man had divided the strange hair. Looked almost like an animal of some kind. At Dooms’ booth, she saw a man in a wheelchair waiting for her. His bald head shines, slightly, from the sun coming through the window. Turning his head, to face Dooms, he cringed. The cringe would have been only noticed by someone who pays extra close attention to everything around them. Then the man in a wheelchair gave her a warm smile. A smile that never met his eyes. Sliding into her booth, the white haired young woman plopped her feet up stretching across the booth’s seat. “You are positive about your decision?" He wonders, pressing her to talk. A smile crossed her lips, that twisted into something that the man could honestly say, looks pure evil. Her mind was wandering into different things. How easy it would be to kill him then take the waitress’s so call innocence on the table. The way that his blood stained against her red shirt wouldn’t look unusual at all. How she has a graveyard should she need to make bodies disappear? The man in wheelchair sent her a glare, that didn’t phase her. Something like that hasn’t phased her since she was little. “It is rude to enter other's minds without permission." She stated, coolly. Her voice so soft it was almost a whisper. No one else could hear her. The bald, wheelchair-bound man nodded his head. Taking off her sunglasses, Dooms silver eyes were looking into his harshly. "I would apologize and tell you it would never to happen again... but you know that isn't true." He kept his eyes even with her own. They were at a draw, almost. Neither wanting to back down. Dooms smiled more so as she looked closer at him. “Even an old man that is a pro at lying and hiding things has his own tells." She whispered, neutral voice. She was careful to make sure her voice held no hatred or any real emotion. Opening his mouth to say something, the waitress came over placing a plate of food down in front of Dooms.The girl with fire red hair, obviously dyed, bent over to talk to the older man beside Dooms. “Would you like anything, Sir?” She asked, her voice was a tad bit shaky. The white haired girl didn’t precisely scare her, but something felt off about her. Everyone in town knew that Dooms was someone you don’t cross. The don’t know how, but they did. The waitress had a feeling this old man was upsetting Dooms. She’s doing her best to hopefully protect this unknown man. “No, thank you. I’m leaving.” He spoke to the waitress. The woman took a step back, so he could wheel himself away some. Down the walkway, the man that brought him to the diner walked after him. Dooms watched as he placed his hands on the back of the wheelchair. It was for show, Dooms knows it was. Looking down at the food that was placed in front of her, Dooms stabbed at the sunny side up eggs. The yolk started to come out of it, almost like it was bleeding. A very twisted smirk crossed the young woman’s lips as she stabbed it a couple more times. The waitress was still standing there, looking a little horrified at the white haired woman. “Um, I think it’s dead.” She commented. Dooms silver eyes shot up to her, the woman scurried along. Not wanting to upset Dooms. Shoulders shaking in a silent laugh, Dooms took a bite of her french toast. Honestly, she only ever does is play with the eggs, why do they keep sending it? Dooms aren't for wasting food, but she isn’t going to eat something she doesn’t like. The rest of what was on her plate beside the gross eggs she likes killing… french toast and bacon. For the most part, the cook just makes her whatever he’s in the mood for. Dooms only thing is, it has to be breakfast foods. She comes in around noon every day she is in town. Though rarely did she leave, it happened on certain occasions. Her other job, the one the town doesn’t know about, calls her to leave when she feels cooped up. Pig to the slaughter. That’s what it feels like to her when she starts to get that cooped up feeling. A sigh left her, finishing her food. The eggs stabbed a couple extra times but otherwise, untouched are left behind. Dooms drank the cup of chocolate milk placed beside her and walked to the counter. The waitress made a soft noise, seeing Dooms standing there. “One moment.” She spoke quickly, running into the back. The cook came out, wiping his hands off with a towel he placed on his shoulder, carelessly. “Liked your food?” The man grunted. Dooms shrugged her shoulders, playing with her sunglasses. “Ate everything?” Dooms gave him an annoyed glare. He laughed, one of those from the gut laughs that makes the people around either roll their eyes or laugh with. “Those damn eggs, they are healthy for you. You need to eat them!” He roars out, with laughter. Dooms rolled her eyes, before putting the money on the counter. It had enough for a very good tip. The man shook his head, before dragging the waitress back in the front. Dooms were outside of the door, looking over her shoulder. She could see the man handing the waitress the tip that Dooms left. The bright sun shining down on her, Dooms placed on her sunglasses. The warmth of the sun seemed to remind her of something important she’s supposed to do that day. An annoyed sigh left her lips, walking across the street. A girl with fiery hair that seemed to catch Dooms attention. She was roughly same age as Dooms, with a soft tanned skin, and dark brown eyes that look black. Following the fiery haired teen that was yelling and walking after a man. The man that Dooms mostly ignored was crude at the fiery teen. "Mr. Jones, you have to pay the bill. We will press charges against you if you don't." The teenager stated, sternly. The teen’s voice was like music to Dooms ears. Leaning against the wall, Dooms listened to the reply the man gave. “I told ya where ta shoved ta bill now go." The man snapped, in a growling type voice that Dooms found annoying. The fiery haired girl just straightens her back, giving him a bitter sweet smile. “You better look both ways before crossing the street." She hummed, sweetly. Something about her voice sent a shiver down Dooms’ back. Dooms liked it. "Ya on tat again?" He barked out, walking across the street to the diner that Doom just left. Dooms looked down the street. A truck was driving way too fast and Dooms knew there was no way it could stop on time. Turning her head just slightly, to look at the fiery hair teen. Dooms could see that the teenage girl was watching the man. When the loud banging noise, the man getting hit, happened. The teen smirked, victorious before walking away. “Serves you right, redneck ass." The teen grumbled, speaking to no one. Turning her back to what happened, like it was a normal day, she walked away. Completely calm. It peaked Dooms interest more than already had. Dooms watched the girl walking away. Wanting to follow her, Dooms started too. Then the thing she keeps forgetting about popped back in her mind. A groan bubbled up, letting the back of her head tap against the brick wall behind her. Dooms figured she’ll follow the girl she has always liked later. Right now she was on a mission… of sorts. Doom look to the girl she has always liked and smile slightly though confuse. Apparently, the girl of Doom's fantasy has her own secrets. Doom isn't precisely a stalker. She just has to know where everyone is for her own safety. Pss, she’s a stalker. The voice made Dooms hesitate with her steps. That was one she hasn’t heard in a long time. Shaking her head cleared, she walked away with her head high. Having her head held high is easy done because she is tall enough to be a model. She is six feet tall which makes her even more intimidating to anyone she cross paths with. Most men will call her sexy and would have sex with her if they could. Too bad, they are the wrong gender for her. Getting to her mission sight, Dooms glared at the flashing sign. It was broken and worn, making the words even more annoying to her. Taking a sharp breath, she walked into the worn old building. Ignoring the strange looks she was getting, she walked to the place she needs to be. Looking on the shelves, she saw so many different brands. Don’t over think it! Just grab one and leave. No, try to remember the brand that Charlie always gets! That means we will be here all day! Rubbing her temples, Dooms started to shake her head and bolted out of the building. She was heading to the woods. She’d get chewed out later, but not like she’s scared of the small shapeshifter. She walked till she was isolated in the middle of the woods, there stood a mansion. That right it's an old mansion. She bought it after her first job because no one comes up this way. Everyone is scared of it as much as they are scared of her. She fixed it up some, but not by much. Something about this place always called to her. Maybe because it's supposed to be haunted, or maybe because everyone is scared of it. She finds it beautiful and welcoming, to her anyway. Sitting down on her couch with a cup of water, she thought back to the day she just had. Had to face the idiot that calls himself Professor. Had seen the dream girl predict that a guy was going to get hit. Have had an all around boring day, to her. She hasn't had a good job lately. She has enough money to retire on but she doesn't. She finds the thrill of everything to tempting to just leave it. Her life would never be boring at least. She just slept on the couch for the night. She woke up close to midnight. Something was outside. Too big to be a regular animal and seems to careful. She got up and picked up her favorite sword as she walked to the patio glass doors. She then saw the girl. Her hair is long and fiery with her dark as night eyes looking straight at her. They are deep and lonely. "Did I wake you?" The girl of Doom's dreams asked, sweetly. Doom nodded and held the sword ready to strike. The girl then shift. Her skin turned into dark green with scales and amber eyes. Doom scoffed at the shifter. "Sorry, needed a way to get around town without looking like an outsider, or a mutant. Don't want Idiots of Humanity to find this place do we?" The metamorph asked, making herself welcome. "How have you been Miss Gloom Doom?" She added as she flopped down on the couch. The girl in question shrugs her shoulders, putting her sword away. The green reptilian mutant rolled her eyes. "Why good, Charlie. You wouldn't believe the day I had." Charlie stated, in a high pitched annoying voice making Doom raise her eyebrow. "I know I can morph my voice to be like yours, but I never heard you talked!" She whined, defensively. The silent one smirked rolling her eyes again, then flop down beside Charlie onto the couch. The green one reached into her bag as she pulled out an old manila folder. It looks like one from Interpol. "Job is for the government. They only know I have a partner, don't know who you are. Hell, besides what everyone calls you I don't even know who you are." Doom raise her eyebrow at the mutant, who rolled her eyes. "I know a deal is a deal. You get the job done I get the jobs. No one knows your information and I can get half." The mercenary opened the file and start to read it. She frowned when she saw a picture of her older brother. "You know him?" Charlie asked. Doom shook her head. No reason for this outsider knows one of her few weaknesses she has. She made a promise with her dad and she tends to keep it. She has to look out for her troublesome older siblings. She closed the file, not reading, it raising her eyebrow. She shows no emotion, but the other can read the silent one's body language. "You are lying but that's fine. Keep your secrets." The silent one motion to the folder and cross her arms glaring at the green one. "Ugh! Just ask or at least say my name please?" She asked, sweetly morphing her voice to the one of the silent's dream girl. Doom reach for her sword and the green one seem to go wide-eyed. "Okay, okay, I am going to stop!" She squealed. Once sure that Doom wasn't going to dice and splice her she explained the job. Doom wants to strangle her brother now. He isn't just on Interpol radar but also SHIELD, FBI, CIA, and other top notch agencies. Doom got up and Charlie could automatically tell that something was eating at Dooms. "Want to let me in on your secret now? You look like you are about to kill whoever hired us." Charlie stated as she stretches out on the couch watching the owner of the mansion walk to the kitchen. "Hey, don't keep me in the dark!" She screamed after the girl. No reply was ever given. She ended up falling asleep on the couch as Doom made something to eat. Eating in silence Dooms thought about what she was going to do. Save her brother's ass is a given, but how can she do her job and save him at the same time? With an annoyed sigh, Dooms finished up her food and washed everything. In the living room, she saw the girl asleep on the couch and rolled her eyes. Going upstairs, Dooms went to her room and packed for the next week or so… it should last the duration of the mission. After she has her basics packed and ready, she flops down on her coffin bed and looks up at the ceiling. The bed was a joke from Charlie, and Dooms actually fell in love with it. She finds the coffin comfortable and when someone comes into the house and sees it, they normal freak out. People coming over not welcome only happened once. Dooms didn't kill them or even revealed herself, just sat on the rafters and watched them freak out. Once the trespassers ran out screaming bloody murder, Dooms jumped down from her hiding spot. Dooms closed her eyes and fell asleep easily. She trusted Charlie, but not as much as she should. She only trusts one person completely, her father. The others, even her siblings, will eventually betray her. Her father has always come back to her. He leaves again, but he always does come back when she needs him the most. He is after all the only family that ever cared for her.

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