She Moves the World

Sammi knew for a fact I hated parties; she knew good damned well I drank too much, smoked too much, and got too “free spirited” with my clothing. But she insisted I come anyway. My hands ached as did my arms, but the doctor said it would be a matter of time before I got used to my new implant.
A biotic implant; that would be correct.
When I was four years old, I was in a bad car accident that left me blinded and crippled. I would have had a painful childhood full of painful tests, and in retrospect it all sounded bad. For Christmas that year, my mom and dad took me to a biotic surgeon of sorts to have me tested for the possibility of acquiring one of these implants. Back then, the L2 implant was state of the art; teens everywhere wanted it just because of the commercials on t.v.
I was the only four year old who left the hospital that day with the consultation to have the surgery.
I received my biotic implant at age 5, just after Christmas. While my walking improved shortly before, my sight still wasn’t back one hundred percent. The doctor said he was able to get to implant to replace the dead nerve endings with new ones; almost like I was always watch HD TV in real life.
And here we are, 19 years down the line, and I’m still the most interesting person I know.
Arriving to Sammi’s, I practically got tackled by her and this chick who pretended to be her friend, Jennika Green. That bitch was more two faced than the dude from Batman.
“ViVi!” Sammi squealed, wiggling me back and forth in a super hug.
“Sam,” I squeaked, “It is impossible to breathe.”
“Oh god,” she let go, turning red, “Sorry; I just haven’t seen you since your 24th at your place.” She pouted.
“I know, I know,” I sighed, running my hands through my long, braided, faux hawk, “I promise it won’t happen again.”
Smiling, she hugs me again, and runs off in the direction of a group of good looking guys in all black. I giggled to myself, realizing I actually fit in for once.
To give a description of what I decided to show up in: jaggedly cut denim and black lace skirt, complete with black and white stripped stockings, and platform boots on my bottom half. My top half had a “We Are The Fallen” tattered tank with black bikini top underneath, torn up black and red flannel, and an Anarchy symbol on the back. My hair was in braids, and looked very similar to that techno dude, Skrillex. My ears were gauged to a full inch, and had my right nostril, my left eyebrow (twice), and snake bites pierced on my face. Black nail polish, black eye shadow, dark red lip stain and fingerless gloves completed the look.
Spotting the keg on the kitchen table, I pranced over to the red solo cups. Bye Bye Beautiful by Nightwish blared around the house, people ranging from 18 to their mid thirties bopping around to the melodic sounds of Tarja; truthfully, I was a Flor fan.
“Vi!”
I turned to see Sammi waving me over to the group of guys I noticed earlier. I laughed, took a sip of my beer, and waltz over.
“Yes ma’am,” I said, snickering at Jennika getting slapped some chick whose boyfriend was caught grinding with her.
“Hey, focus!” she exclaimed, “I wanted to introduce you to my new boyfriend, and his friends.”
“Ok, cool,” I flipped my hair out of my face, and adjusted my black rimmed glasses, “Hello, new boyfriend and friends,” I giggled, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Vi!” she pouted, and punched me in the arm.
I winced at the pain, and began to glow blue out of reflex.
“Fucking bitch,” I shot at her, rubbing my scar, “I had an implant upgrade today, whore.”
She covered her mouth with both hands, not realizing what she did.
“Oh my god Vi, I am so sorry; I totally forgot you said you were coming from your surgery today.”
Taking off my flannel shirt, on my girlishly muscular arm was indeed a 6 inch long scar; one of three to be exact.
“Lucky you didn’t punch me in the head,” I said, pointing to a 3 inch long on along the border of my faux hawk, “The doc says he loves that I’m making it easy for him.”
“Any way,” Sammi said, laughing nervously, “Vi, this is Jeremy; he is also known as Jinxx.”
Jinxx? That rang a bell.
“Black Veil Brides Jinxx?” I asked, pointing to all of them at once.
“That would be me, in the flesh,” This wild looking gentleman of a sort said, taking off the top hat he was donning and giving a bow.
“Get the fuck out,” I exclaimed, looking at Sammi, “Where the hell did you find this guy? I love their music!”
I smiled, and hugged Sammi with the same velocity she hugged me in.
“I am so happy for you, baby,” I squealed.
“Thanks, lovey,” she said, blushing.
Stamp On The Ground by the Italo Brothers began playing on the speakers in her house, and I excused myself. Intrigued, three of the men who I assumed were Christian Coma (or CC), Ashley Purdy, and Andrew “Andy” Biersack followed.
Getting ready to strut my stuff, Andy whispered in my ear.
“How do you dance to this?”
“Watch!” I yelled over the music.
Moments later, I’m hoping and jumping, spinning around, and throwing my legs around. With hair flying everywhere, I whip my flannel off in the direction of the three young men, and continued
Finishing my jig, breathless and sweaty, I slugged back to the entourage to retrieve my flannel shirt; CC was wearing it.
“You want this back,” he asked, about to remove it.
“Keep it, rockstar,” I said, nudging his chest with my elbow, “It looks cute on you.”
Andy and Ashley mocked my calling him cute for about five minutes as I walked onto Sammi’s back porch and stared off into the California night life.
“So, Samantha tells me you two have been friends since junior high school?” a voice asked, assuming it was Jinxx.
“Yea,” I replied, breathless and smiling, “She was my only friend for a while. I mean, I was deemed weird in elementary, so no one would ever hang out with me. I got straight A’s though.” I giggled mildly, and turned around to face him, leaning against the railing.
“She is my best friend, man,” I said, looking into her kitchen, watching her take shots with some of the other people present, “I really don’t know what I would do without her.”
I took a cigarette out of the pack in my back pocket, lit it, and spewed the smoke up into the night sky.
“Yea, she hasn’t stopped talk about you,” he said, chuckling, “I am glad she has a friend like you; Jennika on the other hand…”
“Oh don’t even get me started on that bitch,” I said, stopping him mid sentence, “She thinks she is Sammi’s ‘sister’, and follows her fucking everywhere.” I rolled my eyes, and snarled.
Before Jinxx could say another word, the sound of glass breaking was heard from inside the house. Sammi screamed, causing he and I to rush inside to see Andy on top of the dude Jennika came in with, wailing away at his face.
“Stop, Andy,” a tearful Sammi shouted, trying to tug the enraged man off of the other.
“Biersack, you’re gonna kill him,” Shouted Jake, who tried to do the same.
“He needs to learn,” he said before a punch, and continued, “how not to insult… another man’s… girlfriend.”
Just when the guy on the ground looked like he was hanging on by the threads of life, I felt the implant react to my feelings.
“Well,” I said just loud enough, “here goes nothing,”
Electric blue jolts of energy shoot from my fingertips into the direction of the two men fighting. A Singularity field stood where they were, with the two of them hovering above it, along with everyone within a single foot radius around it.
Shooting a Stasis field at Andy, freezing him facing me, I let the other jerk fall.
“Kick him out,” I shouted, pointing to the door.
Shrugging, Jake, CC and Ashley carried the beat up man to the front door, and threw him outside, along with his bitch of a female companion. With tossing out her purse, the door was locked behind them.
People who hadn’t heard of biotics until now were either amazed or frightened, while Sammi acted as though this was normal.
“What the fuck was that?” Andy shouted, only able to look around with his eyes.
“Biotics, you little cunt scab,” I shot at him, allowing myself to sit in midair on a m.e field, “Why did you start something here, of all places? Did Sammi not tell you why I am here, and what I am? Huh?”
Sammi slunk back behind Jinxx, and I just shook my head in disappointment.
I released both fields, and Andy came crashing down to the rugged floor.
Walking back onto the porch, I motioned for the group of confused men to follow me, along with Sammi. I pulled out my half smoked cigarette and relit it, handing one to a slightly battered Andy.
“Ok, let me explain,” I began, leaning on the railing again.
As I began to speak of where the implant came from, and what it does, I noticed CC not even paying attention to the words I was speaking, but the small hills on my chest. Smiling, I shook it off.
“So, when Sammi called me to come to this thing, she used the words ‘You know I need you at these kinds of events’. That meant crowd control, and that I shuffle out the trash, keeping things in order. I am a one woman army.”
“You are so beautiful,” CC muttered, loud enough for my hypersensitive hearing to pick up on it.
I blushed, tossing what was left of my cigarette off the porch into the gravel below.
“Man,” Andy said, still rubbing his neck and shoulder, “Would you want to come on tour with us?”
I, along with Sam and the rest of the guys looked at his quizzically.
“Say what?” I raised an eyebrow, “I knew I should have let you down gently, because you must have busted your head. Really? Go on tour with ya’ll?”
“Yea,” he said, finally regaining his dignity and composure.
I sighed, and asked for them to give me a minute.
With all but Sammi and myself retreating back to the indoors, I sat on the steps leading out to her yard.
“Well,” she said, sitting down next to me, “What are you going to do?”
“I mean, I might go,” I started, looking out over the night life of the city once again, “Hell, I don’t have anything here. Dude, I still live with my parents…”
“Then go, babe,” she said, laying her head on my shoulder.
Putting mine on top of hers, I sighed.
“They better take good care of you, though,” she stated sternly, “My best friend needs to come back in one piece.”
“I second that,” I laughed, smooching my silly red headed friend on the top of her head, “Let’s go tell the guys, shall we?”
Heading back into her living room, CC is now holding the flannel I left him with. Seeing me walk into the room, he got up and handed it back to me.
“You don’t want it?” I asked.
“No, I do,” he said, looking me into my eyes, “but it doesn’t smell like you anymore.”
“Oh my,” I stammered, turning beat red almost instantly.
“Hey, earth to Violet and CC,” Ashley shouted from the chair in the corner, “What’s the verdict?”
Smiling meekly, I shuffled into the center of the room and putt back on my flannel.
“I hate to be a disappointment,” I started, pouting and receiving pouts in return, “But you will be stuck with me for the next three months.”
Hoots and hollers were given off, along with some fist bumping, as they had a small celebration in the living room. Jinxx looked around, and, grabbing my arm, dragged me into the dining room through the kitchen.
“Violet, this was my idea,” he said, sounding nervous.
“What do you mean?” I asked, concerned.
“I got a message on my phone a few minutes ago,” he started, and peaked out the window, “They are hunting biotics for experimentation.”
I froze; I had just used mine without thinking.
“You’re kidding,” I said, inching towards him.
“No,” he said, “We, Sammi and I, want you to tour with us until this blows over.”
I looked at Sammi, who looked back at me with the same sad eyes.
Something told me this wasn’t going to be over for a while. But there was one thing I knew.
I wasn’t going down without a fight.

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