Post by Typhoid on Jun 30, 2007 22:06:24 GMT -5
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 10:55pm
Mary didn't pick a target. She never did. It was usually finding someone along the street, a random man to follow, dressed in the latest designer jeans and walking the world's cheapest wh*re that decided where she went, following them to whatever backwater club they decided to make out in that night. It was low, for her....as if she gave a damn about being caught. She would just as well have hit a Manhattan club right next to a police station for all she cared, but...somehow, the ratty clubs were easier. More people to seduce, larger targets. More fun. She smiled to herself at that.
Tonight it was one of those bald businessmen in a gray suit, walking some wh*re in leather leggings and a jacket that dated at least from the '80's. She was probably making 20 bucks on the whole deal. It figured. Mary smiled, her eyes cruel. This was going to be very amusing....
She followed them to some hole in the wall dive near Harlem, a dark place lit by weak lightbulbs and a few beer signs, but the booze was cheap, and the music was halfway decent, a mix of some rock bands she usually listened to; at least it had a beat. She headed to the dance floor, twisting her hips and running her hands over herself as she danced, needing no coverups, no isolation from the other dancers-her power was hers to control, and she knew it. Several of the men turned in her direction, and she lengthened her movements, stretching them out so her skirt would move in a way that just hinted at what was underneath, her shirt would just suggest that it was so easily removable...Stupid little monkeys, so predictable...she said, a cruel smile touching her lips, a smile that most men would take for a come on. She didn't concentrate on any particular person, just letting them enjoy the show, knowing one would work up his courage sooner or later.
Tonight, it was sooner. “Need a partner, beautiful?” It was at the very least a younger man, not in a suit, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but he smelled like booze and body odor. She didn't care. Of course, she said, letting his hands trace down her arms as he began to dance with her, swaying behind her. She turned herself in his arms, pushed herself away and then beckoned him with a crooked finger. Come here... she teased, knowing what his reaction would be-all the monkeys reacted the same. He came forward with a leering grin, grabbing her ass, murmured “I could take you home with me...” She reached one hand up and brought his head down to her, kissed him hard and long...and gave power to the fingertips of her other hand, pressing it against his chest and ashing a hole through his skin, muscle, and ribcage, and pulled out his still beating heart.
Really, now...she taunted to his dying body as it crumpled. Is that what you're going to do...? The heart in her hand, she let loose her power, coating the dim light in green and shadow, letting it spread as the clubgoers, screaming, ran for the nearest exits. She didn't let them get far. Making her way slowly, step by step, ashing tables, chairs, letting the floor boil into ash behind her, she took her pleasure not just in killing them all at once...no, too easy. First the feet, yes, so they couldn't run. Next hands, some noses, perhaps eyes...the selection of body parts was endless. The men first lost their clothing, then had to endure several minutes of realizing their genitalia was now ash, before she ran her hands down the skin of every single one, feeling them die beneath her fingertips. The women...she let one or two escape, no one would ever believe them...but most of them died as the others did, only she left them slumped as boneless sacks of skin, their internal organs lumps of ash inside them. A fitting end, for such empty people.
Most of the building was decaying now, she'd slowed the process so that they had to watch the world literally disintegrate around them before they died, objects lifted into the air before they turned to ash moments later, the screaming as they lost limbs...ahh, now that was the music she wanted to hear. For a moment she regretted that she couldn't make everything burn...watching it burn slowly would be even more satisfying then dissolving it. Ah, but there was liquor here, of course, and that all burned....she ashed the drink glasses, the liquor bottles, letting it all spill over the half disintegrated floor, the remnants of bones. She picked matches out of a dismembered hand, lit one on the sole of a shoe...and dropped it into a pool of liquor, watching the place flame around her as she stood nestled in her shields, the fire only able to lick at her before it too disappeared as the aura deflected it away.
She walked out the door as it flared into flames, still holding the heart in her hand. A message for them all, she thought, at their pretty little school in their idyllic little world...Let them see what one of their own is capable of. And let me hear her scream when she awakes in the morning.
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:01pm
::he landed on a building close to the bar, a look of disgust on his face as Mary came sauntering out, like she was trying to seduce the rubble:: Dear God... ::it hissed, it's claws digging into the concrete of the building he was on top of::
Posted by Phoebe on Apr 1, 2007, 11:07pm
FireStorm, having landed lightly after the Angel, held him back. "As you said," she hissed. "Not yet."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:10pm
She stopped her slow saunter across the street, enjoying the smells of the burning building behind her...and sensed her audience again. Here to play, darlings?she said smoothly, with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:12pm
::it narrowed it's eyes, it's long teeth bared, he shrugged Firestorm off of him and lept forward, landing a few feet from Mary, the ground cracking beneath him:: You sadistic bitch...
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:15pm
Oh, as if that's a new one...she rolled her eyes with another smile and let her power flow over the street, cracking and ashing the pavement, making buildings crumble. She didn't let it affect him...yet. She was having too much fun.
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:17pm
::he crouched on all fours, digging his claws into the ground, his shadows came from out of his hands, rushing towards Mary and her aura, blocking them at any chance they could to keep her from doing too much damage:: You're not the only all-powerful being here, girly...
Posted by Phoebe on Apr 1, 2007, 11:20pm
FireStorm landed lightly beside the Angel. Forming a black fireball in both hands, she growled, "Why are you doing this? Who are you?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:22pm
Mary's aura burst through the shadows as if they weren't there, spreading to encompass first the few feet around her, then the street surrounding her...and then Knightmare, penetrating the shadows and trying to ash some of his skin away.
Really, now? she teased, laughing, and noticing the girl land behind her. I am Mary, stupid little girl. And I do it because I can...
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:24pm
::he growled and solidified his shadows, blocking out her aura, he held his hand out to her, a shadow tentacle wrapping around her right leg, he yanked it back, hoping to God he could bring her leg out from under her::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:29pm
She fell, and now it was no longer a game. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!! She balled energy in her hands, throwing it towards him, fully intending to ash his head off his shoulders. I'll take you apart piece by piece...
Posted by Phoebe on Apr 1, 2007, 11:31pm
Phoebe, who'd been trying to get the flames under control, suddenly shot a jet of fire at the supposed Typhoid's energy, disintegrating it. "Leave Typhoid alone," she shot back.
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:32pm
::he threw up a solid wall of darkness and rushed the wall at her, following behind it closly, right as it came close to her, it parted and he lept out, his body twisted awkwardly and he brought his right foot towards her head in a scissor-type kick::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:41pm
Why should I? she shot back at Firestorm, ducking Knightmare's kick and throwing energy at his legs, trying to bring him down.
Posted by Phoebe on Apr 1, 2007, 11:43pm
"Because," she said, shooting another jet of flames at the imposter. "You're not welcome here, b*tch!"
Mary didn't pick a target. She never did. It was usually finding someone along the street, a random man to follow, dressed in the latest designer jeans and walking the world's cheapest wh*re that decided where she went, following them to whatever backwater club they decided to make out in that night. It was low, for her....as if she gave a damn about being caught. She would just as well have hit a Manhattan club right next to a police station for all she cared, but...somehow, the ratty clubs were easier. More people to seduce, larger targets. More fun. She smiled to herself at that.
Tonight it was one of those bald businessmen in a gray suit, walking some wh*re in leather leggings and a jacket that dated at least from the '80's. She was probably making 20 bucks on the whole deal. It figured. Mary smiled, her eyes cruel. This was going to be very amusing....
She followed them to some hole in the wall dive near Harlem, a dark place lit by weak lightbulbs and a few beer signs, but the booze was cheap, and the music was halfway decent, a mix of some rock bands she usually listened to; at least it had a beat. She headed to the dance floor, twisting her hips and running her hands over herself as she danced, needing no coverups, no isolation from the other dancers-her power was hers to control, and she knew it. Several of the men turned in her direction, and she lengthened her movements, stretching them out so her skirt would move in a way that just hinted at what was underneath, her shirt would just suggest that it was so easily removable...Stupid little monkeys, so predictable...she said, a cruel smile touching her lips, a smile that most men would take for a come on. She didn't concentrate on any particular person, just letting them enjoy the show, knowing one would work up his courage sooner or later.
Tonight, it was sooner. “Need a partner, beautiful?” It was at the very least a younger man, not in a suit, wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but he smelled like booze and body odor. She didn't care. Of course, she said, letting his hands trace down her arms as he began to dance with her, swaying behind her. She turned herself in his arms, pushed herself away and then beckoned him with a crooked finger. Come here... she teased, knowing what his reaction would be-all the monkeys reacted the same. He came forward with a leering grin, grabbing her ass, murmured “I could take you home with me...” She reached one hand up and brought his head down to her, kissed him hard and long...and gave power to the fingertips of her other hand, pressing it against his chest and ashing a hole through his skin, muscle, and ribcage, and pulled out his still beating heart.
Really, now...she taunted to his dying body as it crumpled. Is that what you're going to do...? The heart in her hand, she let loose her power, coating the dim light in green and shadow, letting it spread as the clubgoers, screaming, ran for the nearest exits. She didn't let them get far. Making her way slowly, step by step, ashing tables, chairs, letting the floor boil into ash behind her, she took her pleasure not just in killing them all at once...no, too easy. First the feet, yes, so they couldn't run. Next hands, some noses, perhaps eyes...the selection of body parts was endless. The men first lost their clothing, then had to endure several minutes of realizing their genitalia was now ash, before she ran her hands down the skin of every single one, feeling them die beneath her fingertips. The women...she let one or two escape, no one would ever believe them...but most of them died as the others did, only she left them slumped as boneless sacks of skin, their internal organs lumps of ash inside them. A fitting end, for such empty people.
Most of the building was decaying now, she'd slowed the process so that they had to watch the world literally disintegrate around them before they died, objects lifted into the air before they turned to ash moments later, the screaming as they lost limbs...ahh, now that was the music she wanted to hear. For a moment she regretted that she couldn't make everything burn...watching it burn slowly would be even more satisfying then dissolving it. Ah, but there was liquor here, of course, and that all burned....she ashed the drink glasses, the liquor bottles, letting it all spill over the half disintegrated floor, the remnants of bones. She picked matches out of a dismembered hand, lit one on the sole of a shoe...and dropped it into a pool of liquor, watching the place flame around her as she stood nestled in her shields, the fire only able to lick at her before it too disappeared as the aura deflected it away.
She walked out the door as it flared into flames, still holding the heart in her hand. A message for them all, she thought, at their pretty little school in their idyllic little world...Let them see what one of their own is capable of. And let me hear her scream when she awakes in the morning.
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:01pm
::he landed on a building close to the bar, a look of disgust on his face as Mary came sauntering out, like she was trying to seduce the rubble:: Dear God... ::it hissed, it's claws digging into the concrete of the building he was on top of::
Posted by Phoebe on Apr 1, 2007, 11:07pm
FireStorm, having landed lightly after the Angel, held him back. "As you said," she hissed. "Not yet."
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:10pm
She stopped her slow saunter across the street, enjoying the smells of the burning building behind her...and sensed her audience again. Here to play, darlings?she said smoothly, with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:12pm
::it narrowed it's eyes, it's long teeth bared, he shrugged Firestorm off of him and lept forward, landing a few feet from Mary, the ground cracking beneath him:: You sadistic bitch...
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:15pm
Oh, as if that's a new one...she rolled her eyes with another smile and let her power flow over the street, cracking and ashing the pavement, making buildings crumble. She didn't let it affect him...yet. She was having too much fun.
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:17pm
::he crouched on all fours, digging his claws into the ground, his shadows came from out of his hands, rushing towards Mary and her aura, blocking them at any chance they could to keep her from doing too much damage:: You're not the only all-powerful being here, girly...
Posted by Phoebe on Apr 1, 2007, 11:20pm
FireStorm landed lightly beside the Angel. Forming a black fireball in both hands, she growled, "Why are you doing this? Who are you?"
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:22pm
Mary's aura burst through the shadows as if they weren't there, spreading to encompass first the few feet around her, then the street surrounding her...and then Knightmare, penetrating the shadows and trying to ash some of his skin away.
Really, now? she teased, laughing, and noticing the girl land behind her. I am Mary, stupid little girl. And I do it because I can...
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:24pm
::he growled and solidified his shadows, blocking out her aura, he held his hand out to her, a shadow tentacle wrapping around her right leg, he yanked it back, hoping to God he could bring her leg out from under her::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:29pm
She fell, and now it was no longer a game. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!! She balled energy in her hands, throwing it towards him, fully intending to ash his head off his shoulders. I'll take you apart piece by piece...
Posted by Phoebe on Apr 1, 2007, 11:31pm
Phoebe, who'd been trying to get the flames under control, suddenly shot a jet of fire at the supposed Typhoid's energy, disintegrating it. "Leave Typhoid alone," she shot back.
Posted by Knightmare on Apr 1, 2007, 11:32pm
::he threw up a solid wall of darkness and rushed the wall at her, following behind it closly, right as it came close to her, it parted and he lept out, his body twisted awkwardly and he brought his right foot towards her head in a scissor-type kick::
Posted by Typhoid Mary on Apr 1, 2007, 11:41pm
Why should I? she shot back at Firestorm, ducking Knightmare's kick and throwing energy at his legs, trying to bring him down.
Posted by Phoebe on Apr 1, 2007, 11:43pm
"Because," she said, shooting another jet of flames at the imposter. "You're not welcome here, b*tch!"
