Post by PJ on Aug 16, 2007 6:57:08 GMT -5
Mwaha! You can't stop me from writing. I've talked to Linda, but haven't received a reply yet, but it looks like she's writing next. Sam wants to do a bit, but he's only free on Sunday, earliest, so you can be after Linda, Sora.
Trapped
Pandora woke up, tied to a chair. Kate was standing before her, smiling now that her prey had awoken. She was doing this a lot, lately, she thought. Tying people to chairs. It was fun.
Pandora looked up, and saw Kate. She was silent for a moment, and then uttered:
“Did you have to hit so hard?” Kate shrugged, and explained, “I never got the hang of chloroform.” Pandora looked around the dingy room. It had no windows, and the walls seemed thick and sturdy. It looked as though they were in some kind of vault.
“What is this place?” she asked, curiously.
“An old abandoned, bank, is all. Useful for plotting and such.
“So what’s all this about? Surely, you’re not the really cool member murderer?” Pandora asked, casually straining against her bonds.
“Nope, not me. But I’ve been up to my own criminal activities, of late.”
“You killed Gigi?” Pandora asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, not me personally…but yeah,” replied Kate, shrugging again.
“Why? She didn’t have a power,” Pandora reasoned, quite calmly.
“I felt like screwing 667 up,” Kate said truthfully, “and killing Gigi seemed a good way to start.” Pandora nodded. It made sense. In a crazy sort of way.
“That still doesn’t make explain why I’m here in this chair,” Pandora argued, shaking the chair a bit, as though to tests its sturdiness, “are you going to kill me, too? Come on. We totally hang out and stuff.” Kate shook her head, sadly.
“It’s this group of yours,” she said, looking away from Pandora, “it sucks, I’m sorry, but it may be a threat to my plans, and your group is far more useful to me if I do this.”
“So how do you plan on taking control of my merry band of super-powered kids?” asked Pandora conversationally, “they pack a punch of their own. And they’re not stupid. Well, not totally.”
“Your power, Pandora,” Kate asked, still looking away, “what is it?”
“I have no power.”
“Yes you do. I felt it. I took it. I have it now, too, but I can’t figure out how to work it.”
Pandora couldn’t help it. She gasped.
“You steal people’s powers?” She asked, incredulously.
“Well, absorb. Or borrow. Or whatever. All I need is a few quiet minutes and I can do what you can,” Kate explained, “so what do you? I can’t seem to activate it.”
“I’m thirsty,” exclaimed Pandora, “any chance for a drink before I spill my secrets and get killed by you?”
Kate nodded. She had a water jug behind her. She poured Pandora a glass, and carefully brought it up to her lips. Pandora drank the water, but did not swallow. Kate stepped back quickly, her eyes narrowing. She had expected something like this.
“Now what? You gonna spit ice at me? Or acid?” Kate taunted, from the other end of the room.
Pandora smiled, a difficult feat with a mouth full of water. She spat it all out onto the ground, and upon hearing the splash, she instantly dissolved into liquid.
“Or that.” Kate said, charging forwards as Pandora flowed off the chair and headed towards the door. She tried stamping on the puddle, she tried mind-control, she tried throwing a table at it. Nothing seemed to affect it. It was only water, after all. And it was escaping.
Pandora fled under the door as Kate ripped it open a second later.
“ANN!” She bellowed, as loudly as she could. She tried stomping on the puddle of water that was Pandora, again to little effect.
“What is it?” Came the reply, from another room of the old bank.
“I need a little help! Now!” Kate yelled, trying to use a table to block the exits, but Pandora was too fast, too….liquidey.
Ann came out of the kitchen, her revolver cocked.
“What is it?” she asked, looking confused.
“Pandora turned into a puddle! She’s escaping! Do something!”
Ann glanced at the puddle of water slowly flowing towards the front door and raised her revolver and fired. The bullet struck the water, to little effect.
“I meant use your power, stupid!” Shrieked Kate, and Ann darted forward, just as Pandora reached the door. As soon as she came within Ann’s power-dampening field, however, she returned to her human form.
“salsa.” She breathed, lying on the floor, breathing hard.
“So you turn into a puddle of water? Lame!” Exclaimed Kate, both relieved and annoyed.
“I almost escaped!” grumbled Pandora, picking herself up. She reached for the door knob, but Ann pressed the gun into her back.
“No more escaping,” she said, menacingly.
“So what happens now?” Pandora asked, sighing loudly, concealing the terror and panic that was welling up within her.
“Well, I guess we’ll kill you,” Kate said, “and then I’ll use my other power of illusion to take your place as leader of your organization, after which I’ll use my other power of mind-control to make them all do my bidding. Just as I did with Tragedy, and his little gang.”
“Well, salsa,” said Pandora.
Antenora was lying on the sofa. She was bleeding badly, and Annelise and Sam were doing their best to staunch the blood and mop her up.
“So how did you get into this mess?” Annelise said, more calmly than she felt, as they worked.
Sam groaned loudly. The alcohol was wearing off. Tonight’s events were becoming clearer, in his mind.
“Someone…someone tried to kill us.” He finally said. It was true. Cybermystery and Klaus19 had tried to take them out. His spar with Cybermystery had seemed almost like a game to him, at the time. An adventure. But what had happened to Antenora was nothing short of horrific. He shuddered to think what would have happened had he not chanced upon her.
The flow of blood was lessening. Sam said so.
“I know. It’s working, already.” She said, and concentrated, as though willing her powers to work faster. But Antenora didn’t move, she didn’t even stir. Her breathing was shallow, and several of her bones had broken. She was covered in bruises and was bleeding from several places. It didn’t look good for her. But then again, not many people have Annelise in these situations.
Annelise didn’t have much to do with 667 nowadays. She kept in contact with her friends, of course, but she had other friends, now, and didn’t want to get involved with 667 anymore. It was different, it had changed. It wasn’t the place it had once been.
And then powers had begun to appear. Having more foresight than others, Annelise stayed out of the way. She knew what the powers meant, she knew what they would be used for. And damnit, Sam thought, she had been right. 667 was unraveling. People had died, and things were only going to get worse.
So even when Annelise had developed her own power, she kept it secret. Her friends knew, of course, but 667 on a whole, did not. She hadn’t even bothered telling Tragedy. She wanted to stay out of this, stay normal. To have powers, she knew, would only invite trouble. And it already had, she saw.
She’d taken to strolling through the local hospitals. She hoped she was making a difference, but there was no way of being sure. Her power was slow working, passive. Around her, people started to heal, grow less tired, more happy. Her garden, which had been dead for several years, had grown into a veritable forest over a fortnight. An aura of healing, PJ had called it, when she had told him about it. But PJ was dead now.
“Will it be enough to save her?” Sam asked, as the two sat down on another couch. Annelise looked worried.
“I hope so. I…I think so. It’s good you came so quickly, Sam. I think she was literally about to die when you arrived at my door. I think…I think I stopped her descent into death.”
“So she’ll recover?”
“Yes. She’ll only get better from now on. I think the danger is over.” Sam looked grim.
“We’ll see about that.” He grabbed the tv remote, and turned on the tv, subconsciously turning the volume down, as though he was worried about waking Antenora.
“What are you looking for?” Annelise asked, curiously.
“Anything.” Sam said, shaking his head, as though he was expelling the last vestiges of booze from his system. He felt…cold. Cold and afraid. Kate and Ann had tried to kill them, for what they knew. But how did Cybermystery and Klaus19 fit into this? They didn’t seem the type to commit murders. Something was wrong, here.
The news was on. And BSam’s face was all over it. In the bad way.
“This isn’t good.” He said. Beside him, Annelise frowned.
“I think it’s time you told me a bit more about what’s going on.” She said, glancing at him, curiously. He sighed.
“It’s late. It’s a long story.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Annelise said, “literally. I’m going to have to sleep on this couch tonight. I have to stay close to her,” she indicated the unconscious Antenora, “so that she can recover as quickly as possible.”
BSam sighed again, and began to talk.
Trapped
Pandora woke up, tied to a chair. Kate was standing before her, smiling now that her prey had awoken. She was doing this a lot, lately, she thought. Tying people to chairs. It was fun.
Pandora looked up, and saw Kate. She was silent for a moment, and then uttered:
“Did you have to hit so hard?” Kate shrugged, and explained, “I never got the hang of chloroform.” Pandora looked around the dingy room. It had no windows, and the walls seemed thick and sturdy. It looked as though they were in some kind of vault.
“What is this place?” she asked, curiously.
“An old abandoned, bank, is all. Useful for plotting and such.
“So what’s all this about? Surely, you’re not the really cool member murderer?” Pandora asked, casually straining against her bonds.
“Nope, not me. But I’ve been up to my own criminal activities, of late.”
“You killed Gigi?” Pandora asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, not me personally…but yeah,” replied Kate, shrugging again.
“Why? She didn’t have a power,” Pandora reasoned, quite calmly.
“I felt like screwing 667 up,” Kate said truthfully, “and killing Gigi seemed a good way to start.” Pandora nodded. It made sense. In a crazy sort of way.
“That still doesn’t make explain why I’m here in this chair,” Pandora argued, shaking the chair a bit, as though to tests its sturdiness, “are you going to kill me, too? Come on. We totally hang out and stuff.” Kate shook her head, sadly.
“It’s this group of yours,” she said, looking away from Pandora, “it sucks, I’m sorry, but it may be a threat to my plans, and your group is far more useful to me if I do this.”
“So how do you plan on taking control of my merry band of super-powered kids?” asked Pandora conversationally, “they pack a punch of their own. And they’re not stupid. Well, not totally.”
“Your power, Pandora,” Kate asked, still looking away, “what is it?”
“I have no power.”
“Yes you do. I felt it. I took it. I have it now, too, but I can’t figure out how to work it.”
Pandora couldn’t help it. She gasped.
“You steal people’s powers?” She asked, incredulously.
“Well, absorb. Or borrow. Or whatever. All I need is a few quiet minutes and I can do what you can,” Kate explained, “so what do you? I can’t seem to activate it.”
“I’m thirsty,” exclaimed Pandora, “any chance for a drink before I spill my secrets and get killed by you?”
Kate nodded. She had a water jug behind her. She poured Pandora a glass, and carefully brought it up to her lips. Pandora drank the water, but did not swallow. Kate stepped back quickly, her eyes narrowing. She had expected something like this.
“Now what? You gonna spit ice at me? Or acid?” Kate taunted, from the other end of the room.
Pandora smiled, a difficult feat with a mouth full of water. She spat it all out onto the ground, and upon hearing the splash, she instantly dissolved into liquid.
“Or that.” Kate said, charging forwards as Pandora flowed off the chair and headed towards the door. She tried stamping on the puddle, she tried mind-control, she tried throwing a table at it. Nothing seemed to affect it. It was only water, after all. And it was escaping.
Pandora fled under the door as Kate ripped it open a second later.
“ANN!” She bellowed, as loudly as she could. She tried stomping on the puddle of water that was Pandora, again to little effect.
“What is it?” Came the reply, from another room of the old bank.
“I need a little help! Now!” Kate yelled, trying to use a table to block the exits, but Pandora was too fast, too….liquidey.
Ann came out of the kitchen, her revolver cocked.
“What is it?” she asked, looking confused.
“Pandora turned into a puddle! She’s escaping! Do something!”
Ann glanced at the puddle of water slowly flowing towards the front door and raised her revolver and fired. The bullet struck the water, to little effect.
“I meant use your power, stupid!” Shrieked Kate, and Ann darted forward, just as Pandora reached the door. As soon as she came within Ann’s power-dampening field, however, she returned to her human form.
“salsa.” She breathed, lying on the floor, breathing hard.
“So you turn into a puddle of water? Lame!” Exclaimed Kate, both relieved and annoyed.
“I almost escaped!” grumbled Pandora, picking herself up. She reached for the door knob, but Ann pressed the gun into her back.
“No more escaping,” she said, menacingly.
“So what happens now?” Pandora asked, sighing loudly, concealing the terror and panic that was welling up within her.
“Well, I guess we’ll kill you,” Kate said, “and then I’ll use my other power of illusion to take your place as leader of your organization, after which I’ll use my other power of mind-control to make them all do my bidding. Just as I did with Tragedy, and his little gang.”
“Well, salsa,” said Pandora.
Antenora was lying on the sofa. She was bleeding badly, and Annelise and Sam were doing their best to staunch the blood and mop her up.
“So how did you get into this mess?” Annelise said, more calmly than she felt, as they worked.
Sam groaned loudly. The alcohol was wearing off. Tonight’s events were becoming clearer, in his mind.
“Someone…someone tried to kill us.” He finally said. It was true. Cybermystery and Klaus19 had tried to take them out. His spar with Cybermystery had seemed almost like a game to him, at the time. An adventure. But what had happened to Antenora was nothing short of horrific. He shuddered to think what would have happened had he not chanced upon her.
The flow of blood was lessening. Sam said so.
“I know. It’s working, already.” She said, and concentrated, as though willing her powers to work faster. But Antenora didn’t move, she didn’t even stir. Her breathing was shallow, and several of her bones had broken. She was covered in bruises and was bleeding from several places. It didn’t look good for her. But then again, not many people have Annelise in these situations.
Annelise didn’t have much to do with 667 nowadays. She kept in contact with her friends, of course, but she had other friends, now, and didn’t want to get involved with 667 anymore. It was different, it had changed. It wasn’t the place it had once been.
And then powers had begun to appear. Having more foresight than others, Annelise stayed out of the way. She knew what the powers meant, she knew what they would be used for. And damnit, Sam thought, she had been right. 667 was unraveling. People had died, and things were only going to get worse.
So even when Annelise had developed her own power, she kept it secret. Her friends knew, of course, but 667 on a whole, did not. She hadn’t even bothered telling Tragedy. She wanted to stay out of this, stay normal. To have powers, she knew, would only invite trouble. And it already had, she saw.
She’d taken to strolling through the local hospitals. She hoped she was making a difference, but there was no way of being sure. Her power was slow working, passive. Around her, people started to heal, grow less tired, more happy. Her garden, which had been dead for several years, had grown into a veritable forest over a fortnight. An aura of healing, PJ had called it, when she had told him about it. But PJ was dead now.
“Will it be enough to save her?” Sam asked, as the two sat down on another couch. Annelise looked worried.
“I hope so. I…I think so. It’s good you came so quickly, Sam. I think she was literally about to die when you arrived at my door. I think…I think I stopped her descent into death.”
“So she’ll recover?”
“Yes. She’ll only get better from now on. I think the danger is over.” Sam looked grim.
“We’ll see about that.” He grabbed the tv remote, and turned on the tv, subconsciously turning the volume down, as though he was worried about waking Antenora.
“What are you looking for?” Annelise asked, curiously.
“Anything.” Sam said, shaking his head, as though he was expelling the last vestiges of booze from his system. He felt…cold. Cold and afraid. Kate and Ann had tried to kill them, for what they knew. But how did Cybermystery and Klaus19 fit into this? They didn’t seem the type to commit murders. Something was wrong, here.
The news was on. And BSam’s face was all over it. In the bad way.
“This isn’t good.” He said. Beside him, Annelise frowned.
“I think it’s time you told me a bit more about what’s going on.” She said, glancing at him, curiously. He sighed.
“It’s late. It’s a long story.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Annelise said, “literally. I’m going to have to sleep on this couch tonight. I have to stay close to her,” she indicated the unconscious Antenora, “so that she can recover as quickly as possible.”
BSam sighed again, and began to talk.