A yellow rose, by any other name (Open)
Feb 17, 2015 18:52:31 GMT -6
Post by A.G. on Feb 17, 2015 18:52:31 GMT -6
~Approximately 36 hours earlier~
Today wasn't a great day to be Battery Girl. Her signature yellow jumpsuit ripped and torn, stained red with her own blood-- which was probably going to be absolute murder to get out-- covered in various nicks and bruises as she almost always was, the blonde superheroine wasn't exactly in the greatest of situations. As fast as she could, she ran and ran, moving through the industrial district of Jump City in an attempt to put as much space between herself and her pursuer as humanly possible-- A feat that was proving much, much harder than it should have. Tears streamed down her now-rosy cheeks as her heart attempted to escape her throat with every beat. Her lungs were on fire, her limbs no less inflamed by the exersion they were being put under. She had been running for some time now, and her body ached for cessation. She couldn't stop, though. She knew what would happen if she did.
A stray jolt of lightning, pure as the heaven's wrath itself, whizzed past her head as she once again was reminded to push herself to run even faster. She couldn't get away; She'd been trying for hours now, and with her communicator missing, she couldn't call for help. All the screaming and crying in the world couldn't help her right now, and she hadn't had the chance to stop and think of a plan else-wise. Like wounded prey, Battery Girl was simply putting off the inevitable at this point, and the truth-- and consequences-- of this were slowly sinking in with every passing second.
Another bolt of electricity ripped forth from behind her, much more potent than the last, and this time, it struck true. The shocking superheroine turned shock victim let out a scream of agony as the brunt of the lightning strike seared the back of her suit, with enough impact to throw her forward into a nearby wall. Spare tires softened her secondary landing, if only barely, as she fell from the wall to the ground below. Any ordinary human being may have been electrocuted into physical paralyzation by such a blow, if not killed outright; Battery Girl could take it, if only just, due to her unnatural anatomy. Even as such, her limits for absorbing electricity had long since been reached for the day; It was just as painful to be hit by more energy now as it would be to discharge it.
At this point, there was nothing left; No fuel for Battery Girl to draw on, no hidden reserves for her to summon to fight her way out of this situation. This was the end, and there was nothing she could do about it. As all these weights of dread and more sunk deeply into her mind, her deepest, darkest fears given form slowly stalked closer to her, azure eyes fixated on the broken heroine's weakened form like a wolf eying it's next meal. With a breathless voice, Battery Girl opened her mouth and uttered a single, simple, and yet emotional word-- Likely the last she'd ever speak, at this rate.
"...Why...?"
Blinded by the sun, she could barely see the truth of the silhouette of her assailant, save for those brilliant blue eyes, and those golden tresses, so very like her own...
"Because you stole something from me. And now, I'm going to take it back." She uttered in response, before raising a single hand, and reaching down towards the fallen Sicily Rowe. The last thing the poor girl would see this day, as an electrifying hand clouded her her vision, would be herself; A literal mirror's reflection. "Don't worry. No one will notice, or even care. I've been studying. I know you better than you know yourself." Spoke the ominous voice of her demise, as she raised her second hand-- curling this one, however, into an electric fist.
"I'm afraid only one of us can live this life... And that's gunna be me. Goodbye, 'Battery Girl'."
~At present~
Chaos reigned at the Jump City amphitheater, after what was originally believed to be a freak malfunction caused a large explosion on stage, injuring several poor violinists preforming. A pity, really; She had been aiming to do much more than that. As the upperclass scattered like roaches caught in the light, a figure stood alone atop the performance floor. The Jump City police would no doubt be on their way by now-- the few security officers that had been stationed to patrol weren't much of a challenge, and she was hungry to test her limits out. Too bad for the police, she guessed. As she marveled in the glory of her work, watching as electric-borne flames ran across the stage seats, balconies having fallen apart and trapped whole families in their midst, the screams of children and women alike echoing through the venue, a single hand weakly grasped at the pant-leg of her yellow jumpsuit. A preformer, likely caught in the original electric explosion, stared up at her in pain, confusion in his eyes as he spoke,
"...You... You're..."
A wicked smile graced the girl's freckled features as she stared back down at the man, golden locks falling over her face and slightly veiling her pure blue eyes. Electricity crackled at her fingertips as she stepped past the fallen man, ignoring his clear despair. She gazed upward at the moonlit night before very simply, and very casually, shrugging.
"This world... It's my plaything, y'here? Anyone who gets in the way of my fun... is gunna get charged."
Today was a great day to be Battery Girl.
Today wasn't a great day to be Battery Girl. Her signature yellow jumpsuit ripped and torn, stained red with her own blood-- which was probably going to be absolute murder to get out-- covered in various nicks and bruises as she almost always was, the blonde superheroine wasn't exactly in the greatest of situations. As fast as she could, she ran and ran, moving through the industrial district of Jump City in an attempt to put as much space between herself and her pursuer as humanly possible-- A feat that was proving much, much harder than it should have. Tears streamed down her now-rosy cheeks as her heart attempted to escape her throat with every beat. Her lungs were on fire, her limbs no less inflamed by the exersion they were being put under. She had been running for some time now, and her body ached for cessation. She couldn't stop, though. She knew what would happen if she did.
A stray jolt of lightning, pure as the heaven's wrath itself, whizzed past her head as she once again was reminded to push herself to run even faster. She couldn't get away; She'd been trying for hours now, and with her communicator missing, she couldn't call for help. All the screaming and crying in the world couldn't help her right now, and she hadn't had the chance to stop and think of a plan else-wise. Like wounded prey, Battery Girl was simply putting off the inevitable at this point, and the truth-- and consequences-- of this were slowly sinking in with every passing second.
Another bolt of electricity ripped forth from behind her, much more potent than the last, and this time, it struck true. The shocking superheroine turned shock victim let out a scream of agony as the brunt of the lightning strike seared the back of her suit, with enough impact to throw her forward into a nearby wall. Spare tires softened her secondary landing, if only barely, as she fell from the wall to the ground below. Any ordinary human being may have been electrocuted into physical paralyzation by such a blow, if not killed outright; Battery Girl could take it, if only just, due to her unnatural anatomy. Even as such, her limits for absorbing electricity had long since been reached for the day; It was just as painful to be hit by more energy now as it would be to discharge it.
At this point, there was nothing left; No fuel for Battery Girl to draw on, no hidden reserves for her to summon to fight her way out of this situation. This was the end, and there was nothing she could do about it. As all these weights of dread and more sunk deeply into her mind, her deepest, darkest fears given form slowly stalked closer to her, azure eyes fixated on the broken heroine's weakened form like a wolf eying it's next meal. With a breathless voice, Battery Girl opened her mouth and uttered a single, simple, and yet emotional word-- Likely the last she'd ever speak, at this rate.
"...Why...?"
Blinded by the sun, she could barely see the truth of the silhouette of her assailant, save for those brilliant blue eyes, and those golden tresses, so very like her own...
"Because you stole something from me. And now, I'm going to take it back." She uttered in response, before raising a single hand, and reaching down towards the fallen Sicily Rowe. The last thing the poor girl would see this day, as an electrifying hand clouded her her vision, would be herself; A literal mirror's reflection. "Don't worry. No one will notice, or even care. I've been studying. I know you better than you know yourself." Spoke the ominous voice of her demise, as she raised her second hand-- curling this one, however, into an electric fist.
"I'm afraid only one of us can live this life... And that's gunna be me. Goodbye, 'Battery Girl'."
~At present~
Chaos reigned at the Jump City amphitheater, after what was originally believed to be a freak malfunction caused a large explosion on stage, injuring several poor violinists preforming. A pity, really; She had been aiming to do much more than that. As the upperclass scattered like roaches caught in the light, a figure stood alone atop the performance floor. The Jump City police would no doubt be on their way by now-- the few security officers that had been stationed to patrol weren't much of a challenge, and she was hungry to test her limits out. Too bad for the police, she guessed. As she marveled in the glory of her work, watching as electric-borne flames ran across the stage seats, balconies having fallen apart and trapped whole families in their midst, the screams of children and women alike echoing through the venue, a single hand weakly grasped at the pant-leg of her yellow jumpsuit. A preformer, likely caught in the original electric explosion, stared up at her in pain, confusion in his eyes as he spoke,
"...You... You're..."
A wicked smile graced the girl's freckled features as she stared back down at the man, golden locks falling over her face and slightly veiling her pure blue eyes. Electricity crackled at her fingertips as she stepped past the fallen man, ignoring his clear despair. She gazed upward at the moonlit night before very simply, and very casually, shrugging.
"This world... It's my plaything, y'here? Anyone who gets in the way of my fun... is gunna get charged."
Today was a great day to be Battery Girl.