Here's something I came up with while I was...well, bored. As for my other story, well, Prey of Storm is currently suffering from writer's block and laziness. Maybe a few motivational reviews might kick me back into updating that, of course that depends on how bad you want to find out what happens next.
As I recall, Kory's mom's death was no accident so now her and Dickie boy (Richard) are investigating as to who killed her, and Bruce just told Kory he had a little som'un som'un with Kory's mom. But you don't wanna find out what's going to happen next, right? It's not like any of you were really attached to that story...
Anyway, enjoy Stranded. By the way, credit for helping me with this one goes to Lavender Gaia. Thanks LG.
Stranded
Chapter 1: First there was Kory…
Do you believe in fate? Do you believe that when the most unlikely circumstances befall you, it could change your life completely? These were some of the questions that dealt with the lives of two people, brought up in an upper class lifestyle, where no one was encouraged to follow their dreams and wishes. Their lives were already foretold for them, everything by the rules, everything according to plan, but rules tend to bend, and even sometimes break when destiny comes in to play…
A young girl of nineteen with red hair and green eyes sat at the table dining with her family. She was absentmindedly playing about with her carrots while watching out the windows of the cruise ship as they sailed over the calm waters of the Pacific.
"Kory," her mother spoke. "Sit up straight. You're slouching, and if you're not going to eat your food I suggest you stop playing with it."
The red head sighed feeling fed up. She took her napkin off her lap and stood up. "May I be excused?"
Her parents looked at her oddly after at first exchanging glances, but then permitted her to leave. Her younger brother Ryan who was almost seventeen didn't notice his sister's behavior as he was sending looks at the brunette who had been eying him from across her table. He was already anxious to get this meal over with so he could go and talk to her. If only he could get away from his parents. His father could be really embarrassing at times, even if he was a well known Ambassador; he didn't want him telling girls about how he was when he was a kid. He just needed some kind of excuse...
"Ryan, do you not feel well either? You're hardly eating. Would you like to go lie down?"
"Lie down? Me? Oh wait...actually, I think I do need to go and...er...lie down. Yeah, I'll just leave."
And quick as a flash he was gone, but not before winking to the brunette as he left.
Kory leaned over the deck rails of the huge ship. It was her father's idea to take this cruise. Why he brought his family along she would never know. It wasn't like he was going to spend any time with them when he had all his business associates to talk to. Her father, Myan Anders, was the Ambassador for the United States. He was a good man, a good husband, and a good father when work wasn't butting in. He was proud of his three children; Karen, Kory, and Ryan. Karen had decided to stay behind and let her parents take her other siblings while she took the rare opportunity of being left alone. At first her father didn't agree, but she had her ways of persuasion: she could always get what she wanted.
As Kory Anders gazed at the ocean she pondered over the past and forthcoming events in her life. Well first there was that scandal about her and the Mayor of Gotham's son in a secret love affair. She had to make an appearance at a Fashion Show and the Mayor's son, Scott, just happened to be there. They spoke rarely; she couldn't see herself with someone like him anyway, not her type. It was when she was leaving and heading towards her ride, telling her bodyguard she was right behind him when Scott called out to her. She let him catch up to her, seeing that he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He told her that the designer asked him to give them to her as a sign of his appreciation for attending the event. She teased him about being able to tear himself away from watching a catwalk full of girls. He bent down to her ear and whispered to her that he didn't really care for these kinds of things; he was only here because his father made him go, for publicity and what not.
Neither of them had known a cameraman was taking pictures of them discreetly from behind the gate. He had caught the pose where Scott was whispering in Kory's ear just above the flowers, but the picture made it look deceiving to anyone who saw it. The next day Kory's father saw his daughter on the front page allegedly receiving flowers and getting kissed by the Mayor's son. He wasn't too pleased, even when Kory tried to explain; the photo did look convincing. Eventually Myan had done some damage control, clarifying that the rumors weren't true and nothing happened.
She was glad she didn't have to deal with that anymore. So now she could move ahead and look forward to…getting married…to a man she had never met. Okay, so she couldn't look forward to it; she loathed it. Her father had set her up with someone rich and of equal class to them…and that's it, that's all she knew about him, not even his name. But then he was always too busy to sit down and talk to her about these things, her mother knew even less than she did. Kory figured this arrangement was all part of a business deal, since when did her life sink so low? Was that all she was to her father now, business? Every time Kory thought about her arranged engagement she felt nauseous and irritated. She wasn't ready for marriage, much less with someone she hadn't seen. What if he was ugly? What if he belched in public and didn't care who was watching? Her father wouldn't set her up with someone like that? Right...right?
She had to think about something else. She'd give anything to be at home studying for an exam right now. She was currently majoring in Business and Public Relations. Ryan only had Public Relations, but Myan wanted him to get a more hands on training with the business, so he often had him accompanied on his business ventures.
Kory was so sick of her life, with people always expecting something of her. She was supposed to stick with her own social class, only engage in the kinds of things they were doing. She had friends…well, if that's what you call stuck up, plastic, snobby, two faced people as friends. Who was she kidding, she longed for real friends, people who genuinely cared about what you think and not judge you for being spontaneous. If only….she gave an exasperated sigh and wondered if it was always going to be like this. Maybe…then again, maybe not.