Post by Insane Pirate Dragon on Apr 14, 2008 11:16:28 GMT -5
Something I've been wanting to write for a while now (with my oh so creative titling 
), never been able to really finish it until now... How Phoenix escaped from Grayston and got away from him.
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It had started out with a party, a party that would change what was in store for her...
It was a small gathering at, a few dozen couples with their sons and daughters, intend on finding suitable partners for their children's marriages, except for one.
The lone black Trans Am sat quietly outside on the outside balcony as she watched a old classic model Black Ford talking with another couple, both Fords who not far from them a was a red Ford GT a bit older than her twenty three years.
The Trans Am snorted and turned away from the doors, her antenna falling to her side and tracing a still healing scar across her door panel.
With a flick of her mirror she turned back around as the old Ford gestured to where she was outside. The couple looked and nodded and agreement and they turned to the GT.
The GT mumbled something as he headed for the double doors that lead outside as the Trans Am turned back around and looked back out of the skyline.
“What do you want?” the Trans Am said with a flick of her mirror and not even bothering to turn around to look at the GT.
The GT laughed nervously. “Your grandfather told me you might be a bit... Hostile towards all to all of this... Phoenix. I'm...”
“I know who you are,” Phoenix said with another flick, cutting him off. “You're Tony Donahue, star athlete, has dreams of going to Harvard... A Stupid jock like the rest of them...”
Tony's eyes widened in surprise. “How did you...”
“I know enough that you spent enough time watching my back bumper as my grandfather and your parents talked. Now go away, go chase some other tail...” She turned back around.
Tony blinked again. How did she know that he was watching her. Slowly the GT pulled alongside the Trans Am and looked at her. Phoenix simply snorted and chose to ignore him and not look at him as she kept her eyes forward.
“Look I know we both have to get use to this somehow...I know somewhere can go, get away from everyone else here... Get better 'acquainted' with each other...” Tony reached out with a tire and gently stroked her fender.
The Trans Am tenses up and her eyes flashed as she spun around and struck out with a fireball that grazed his hood. Tony backpedaled and looked at the Trans Am with wide eyes as she had another fireball on her antenna.
“Don't you dare touch me!” Phoenix growled barring her teeth, ready to bite.
Tony narrowed his eyes at her. “No problem... You... You... Witch!” he spat and went back inside. Phoenix watched him leave with a snort and turned back around, looking at the skyline, the fireball fizzling away.
Tony slipped in the doors, the burn on his hood evident against his red paint. He went up to the black Ford that had been watching. He turned to him. “Sorry Sir. It ain't happening. Find some other stupid jock.” The GT snorted and pulled away, in hopes of chasing after a different young woman.
The black Ford narrowed his eyes and frowned, and went the direction that the GT left from.
Phoenix turned quickly and growled as she sensed someone. “I told you...” she growled but stop as the shadow of the Ford was cast over her. She pulled back and looked down. “Sorry Sir... I-I didn't know it was...
“Quiet,” the Ford hissed as he pulled under one of the outside lights. Bart Grayston looked down on her sternly, he didn't say anything as he glared at her cold pale blue eyes. “We're leaving... Now...”
“Yes sir,” Phoenix said softly, eyes still to the ground as he shifted into gear and pulled back into the ballroom with Phoenix close next to him.
The Trans Am didn't say anything as the pulled into the elevator that took them to the ground floor or when a pair of SUVs flanked them as they drove downtown to where the Grayston hotel stood partly against the New York skyline.
Grayston growled at the dozing doorman as they pulled up. The old sedan type didn't waste anymore time as he opened the door, casting a glance at Phoenix as they went by.
With a slide of his card the penthouse elevator opened and he roughly shoved Phoenix onto it, the two SUVs staying back in the lobby.
Phoenix kept her eyes to the ground as the elevator went up and finally opened up to the penthouse. Without a word Phoenix started for her room.
“No...” Grayston growled, making Phoenix stop in her tracks. “The training room... Now...”
Phoenix suppressed a shiver that went through her frame as she looked at the double doors at the end of the hall. Without a word she slowly drove down and nudged the doors open and pulled into the center of the room, just as she was taught, Grayston following close behind her.
She heard the doors lock and she turned quickly around as a bolt came at her, Phoenix bit her lip as the bolt hit her side, daring not to let out a yelp, knowing that more would come if she made a sound.
“For twenty years...” Grayston growled snapping his antenna and forming another bolt on it. “I have put up with your useless mongrel bumper and this is the thanks I get!” He threw the bolt at her sending her into the wall.
The Trans Am laid there, not moving as Grayston pulled over. “Get up!” He growled kicking her in the side.
With a silent groan, Phoenix managed to get her tires back under her as she shakily stood back up and was hit with another bolt and sending her back into the wall.
“You ruined what I had planed!,” Grayston growled as he paced in front of her. “He was more than willing to marry your sorry self but you went and chased him off! Now I'm going to have to make him a offer that will bring him back around. And this time, I've better not have to do it again, or its your hood.” With a growl, he hit her again. “Is that understood?”
Phoenix struggled back to her tires once again, ignoring the black paint that had onto the wall as she spat out a bit of oil onto the floor and wiped her face with a tire. “Yes sir,” she said quietly, not bothering to look at him.
Grayston pulled back with a snort. “Much better, compared to your mongrel mother and father...”
There was a knock at the door and a Volvo slowly nudged the door open. “Sir...”
The old Ford turned quickly around and growled at the Volvo. “Anderson! What is it! I've told you not to disturb me!”
“Sir, the-the Cunninghams are on the phone,” the Volvo said not daring to look at the Trans Am against the wall.
“Good,” Grayston said with a nod. “Tell them I'll be with them in a moment, I'm just 'instructing' my granddaughter about 'manners' for a moment...”
“Yes sir,” the Volvo said with a nod and slowly closed the door.
Grayston smirked as the door closed. “There now you see, now things are starting to look up,” he said as he started to turn around to face Phoenix. “You aren't such a waste...”
Phoenix growled as she rammed into him, sending him skidding across the floor. The Ford gave himself a shake as he looked at Phoenix
The Trans Am was glaring at him coldly, on her tires, and growling like a wolfbike, causing Grayston to chuckle. “You actually think you can go up against me, I've taught you everything Girl...”
Phoenix growled again, softer as she started to stand down and turned her gaze to the ground. Grayston nodded as he pulled in. “Thats better...”
The Trans Am looked up suddenly as her own pale eyes flashed and fired a blast at her grandfather. The old Ford didn't have time to bring up a shield as he was sent flying across the room and hitting the wall. He crumbled to the floor, not moving, a wicked dent in his side.
“You're right.. You did...” Phoenix spat as she limped towards him and stood over his prone form. She jumped back as the old Ford let out a groan and twitched but didn't wake up. She flicked her antenna and formed a fireball on her antenna, and prepared to throw it at him, to end it all.
She stood there for minutes, the snarl on her front slowly faded and the fireball slowly flickered away, it was dawning on her what she had done.
'What have I done. I am going to in so much trouble when he wakes up... Unless...' She looked at the doors and limped towards them and gently nudged them. The doors creaked as they slowly opened. Looking back at Grayston on the floor she limped back and gently felt up his front wheelwell, ignoring the groan as her antenna wrapped around the small magnetic box and pulled it out and quickly backed up. “I need this more than you right now...” she growled as she limped out of the doors.
The penthouse was strangely quiet as she limped to the elevator, the red light flashing on the phone near where Grayston's desk was. Ignoring it she pulled out the card key and swiped it. The elevator was empty as she got on and descended to the lobby.
No one seemed to notice as the doors opened into the lobby, the guests were to busy going about their business to notice a beaten Trans Am limp across the lobby and towards the doors. That of course didn't go by to familiar SUVs that recognized her and started after her.
She looked back as she stood in the doorway and growled as she took off as fast as she could with the SUVs on her tail into downtown Manhattan. She glanced back, they knew the city better than she did, she at least needed an open road where she could hope to outrun them.
She skidded down a side street between the buildings, only to find a dead end alley, she turned around quickly, her thoughts racing, out running; not going so well, maybe it was time to outsmart them.
The two SUVs pulled into the alley and skidded to a stop, it was empty. “I thought she pulled in here?” said the slightly smaller of the two.
“Apparently not thunderhood,” growled the other smacking him with a tire. “Come on lets check the others...” He reversed and pulled out, followed closely by his brother.
The air shimmered for a moment as Phoenix came back into sight. “Idiots...” she mumbled as she limped out of the alley, watching the retreating bumpers of the two SUVs.
'You won't be able to hide forever' t 'he will find you...' She thought to her self. 'He'll come looking for you himself...'
“Not if I have anything to say about it...” Phoenix mumbled, looking back at the skyline of Manhattan, at where her prison was; she never wanted to go back to that room ever again. With a growl she shifted into gear and took off on the road that would hopefully take her out of the city.
), never been able to really finish it until now... How Phoenix escaped from Grayston and got away from him.~~~~~~~~
It had started out with a party, a party that would change what was in store for her...
It was a small gathering at, a few dozen couples with their sons and daughters, intend on finding suitable partners for their children's marriages, except for one.
The lone black Trans Am sat quietly outside on the outside balcony as she watched a old classic model Black Ford talking with another couple, both Fords who not far from them a was a red Ford GT a bit older than her twenty three years.
The Trans Am snorted and turned away from the doors, her antenna falling to her side and tracing a still healing scar across her door panel.
With a flick of her mirror she turned back around as the old Ford gestured to where she was outside. The couple looked and nodded and agreement and they turned to the GT.
The GT mumbled something as he headed for the double doors that lead outside as the Trans Am turned back around and looked back out of the skyline.
“What do you want?” the Trans Am said with a flick of her mirror and not even bothering to turn around to look at the GT.
The GT laughed nervously. “Your grandfather told me you might be a bit... Hostile towards all to all of this... Phoenix. I'm...”
“I know who you are,” Phoenix said with another flick, cutting him off. “You're Tony Donahue, star athlete, has dreams of going to Harvard... A Stupid jock like the rest of them...”
Tony's eyes widened in surprise. “How did you...”
“I know enough that you spent enough time watching my back bumper as my grandfather and your parents talked. Now go away, go chase some other tail...” She turned back around.
Tony blinked again. How did she know that he was watching her. Slowly the GT pulled alongside the Trans Am and looked at her. Phoenix simply snorted and chose to ignore him and not look at him as she kept her eyes forward.
“Look I know we both have to get use to this somehow...I know somewhere can go, get away from everyone else here... Get better 'acquainted' with each other...” Tony reached out with a tire and gently stroked her fender.
The Trans Am tenses up and her eyes flashed as she spun around and struck out with a fireball that grazed his hood. Tony backpedaled and looked at the Trans Am with wide eyes as she had another fireball on her antenna.
“Don't you dare touch me!” Phoenix growled barring her teeth, ready to bite.
Tony narrowed his eyes at her. “No problem... You... You... Witch!” he spat and went back inside. Phoenix watched him leave with a snort and turned back around, looking at the skyline, the fireball fizzling away.
Tony slipped in the doors, the burn on his hood evident against his red paint. He went up to the black Ford that had been watching. He turned to him. “Sorry Sir. It ain't happening. Find some other stupid jock.” The GT snorted and pulled away, in hopes of chasing after a different young woman.
The black Ford narrowed his eyes and frowned, and went the direction that the GT left from.
Phoenix turned quickly and growled as she sensed someone. “I told you...” she growled but stop as the shadow of the Ford was cast over her. She pulled back and looked down. “Sorry Sir... I-I didn't know it was...
“Quiet,” the Ford hissed as he pulled under one of the outside lights. Bart Grayston looked down on her sternly, he didn't say anything as he glared at her cold pale blue eyes. “We're leaving... Now...”
“Yes sir,” Phoenix said softly, eyes still to the ground as he shifted into gear and pulled back into the ballroom with Phoenix close next to him.
The Trans Am didn't say anything as the pulled into the elevator that took them to the ground floor or when a pair of SUVs flanked them as they drove downtown to where the Grayston hotel stood partly against the New York skyline.
Grayston growled at the dozing doorman as they pulled up. The old sedan type didn't waste anymore time as he opened the door, casting a glance at Phoenix as they went by.
With a slide of his card the penthouse elevator opened and he roughly shoved Phoenix onto it, the two SUVs staying back in the lobby.
Phoenix kept her eyes to the ground as the elevator went up and finally opened up to the penthouse. Without a word Phoenix started for her room.
“No...” Grayston growled, making Phoenix stop in her tracks. “The training room... Now...”
Phoenix suppressed a shiver that went through her frame as she looked at the double doors at the end of the hall. Without a word she slowly drove down and nudged the doors open and pulled into the center of the room, just as she was taught, Grayston following close behind her.
She heard the doors lock and she turned quickly around as a bolt came at her, Phoenix bit her lip as the bolt hit her side, daring not to let out a yelp, knowing that more would come if she made a sound.
“For twenty years...” Grayston growled snapping his antenna and forming another bolt on it. “I have put up with your useless mongrel bumper and this is the thanks I get!” He threw the bolt at her sending her into the wall.
The Trans Am laid there, not moving as Grayston pulled over. “Get up!” He growled kicking her in the side.
With a silent groan, Phoenix managed to get her tires back under her as she shakily stood back up and was hit with another bolt and sending her back into the wall.
“You ruined what I had planed!,” Grayston growled as he paced in front of her. “He was more than willing to marry your sorry self but you went and chased him off! Now I'm going to have to make him a offer that will bring him back around. And this time, I've better not have to do it again, or its your hood.” With a growl, he hit her again. “Is that understood?”
Phoenix struggled back to her tires once again, ignoring the black paint that had onto the wall as she spat out a bit of oil onto the floor and wiped her face with a tire. “Yes sir,” she said quietly, not bothering to look at him.
Grayston pulled back with a snort. “Much better, compared to your mongrel mother and father...”
There was a knock at the door and a Volvo slowly nudged the door open. “Sir...”
The old Ford turned quickly around and growled at the Volvo. “Anderson! What is it! I've told you not to disturb me!”
“Sir, the-the Cunninghams are on the phone,” the Volvo said not daring to look at the Trans Am against the wall.
“Good,” Grayston said with a nod. “Tell them I'll be with them in a moment, I'm just 'instructing' my granddaughter about 'manners' for a moment...”
“Yes sir,” the Volvo said with a nod and slowly closed the door.
Grayston smirked as the door closed. “There now you see, now things are starting to look up,” he said as he started to turn around to face Phoenix. “You aren't such a waste...”
Phoenix growled as she rammed into him, sending him skidding across the floor. The Ford gave himself a shake as he looked at Phoenix
The Trans Am was glaring at him coldly, on her tires, and growling like a wolfbike, causing Grayston to chuckle. “You actually think you can go up against me, I've taught you everything Girl...”
Phoenix growled again, softer as she started to stand down and turned her gaze to the ground. Grayston nodded as he pulled in. “Thats better...”
The Trans Am looked up suddenly as her own pale eyes flashed and fired a blast at her grandfather. The old Ford didn't have time to bring up a shield as he was sent flying across the room and hitting the wall. He crumbled to the floor, not moving, a wicked dent in his side.
“You're right.. You did...” Phoenix spat as she limped towards him and stood over his prone form. She jumped back as the old Ford let out a groan and twitched but didn't wake up. She flicked her antenna and formed a fireball on her antenna, and prepared to throw it at him, to end it all.
She stood there for minutes, the snarl on her front slowly faded and the fireball slowly flickered away, it was dawning on her what she had done.
'What have I done. I am going to in so much trouble when he wakes up... Unless...' She looked at the doors and limped towards them and gently nudged them. The doors creaked as they slowly opened. Looking back at Grayston on the floor she limped back and gently felt up his front wheelwell, ignoring the groan as her antenna wrapped around the small magnetic box and pulled it out and quickly backed up. “I need this more than you right now...” she growled as she limped out of the doors.
The penthouse was strangely quiet as she limped to the elevator, the red light flashing on the phone near where Grayston's desk was. Ignoring it she pulled out the card key and swiped it. The elevator was empty as she got on and descended to the lobby.
No one seemed to notice as the doors opened into the lobby, the guests were to busy going about their business to notice a beaten Trans Am limp across the lobby and towards the doors. That of course didn't go by to familiar SUVs that recognized her and started after her.
She looked back as she stood in the doorway and growled as she took off as fast as she could with the SUVs on her tail into downtown Manhattan. She glanced back, they knew the city better than she did, she at least needed an open road where she could hope to outrun them.
She skidded down a side street between the buildings, only to find a dead end alley, she turned around quickly, her thoughts racing, out running; not going so well, maybe it was time to outsmart them.
The two SUVs pulled into the alley and skidded to a stop, it was empty. “I thought she pulled in here?” said the slightly smaller of the two.
“Apparently not thunderhood,” growled the other smacking him with a tire. “Come on lets check the others...” He reversed and pulled out, followed closely by his brother.
The air shimmered for a moment as Phoenix came back into sight. “Idiots...” she mumbled as she limped out of the alley, watching the retreating bumpers of the two SUVs.
'You won't be able to hide forever' t 'he will find you...' She thought to her self. 'He'll come looking for you himself...'
“Not if I have anything to say about it...” Phoenix mumbled, looking back at the skyline of Manhattan, at where her prison was; she never wanted to go back to that room ever again. With a growl she shifted into gear and took off on the road that would hopefully take her out of the city.
