Episode 2: The Wolf of New York

[IamNotLoki]

This is stupid, Jonathan thought. Sure, there's some theory behind what he's doing but no one has ever solved a problem by running around it. I should just alert the police or something, he thought as he was about to slow down when he realized that the sandstorms were gone. He stopped to check and the twisters did die down, leaving nothing but a pockets of sand all around the building. "It worked!", Jonathan yelled while doing his own celebratory shimmy. Then he heard laughter. "EEK!", he stopped and instinctively covered his face. Someone was there?, he panicked. But the sign said the restaurant was closed at this hour. Doesn't matter, I'll just speed out of here!  He tried to lift his legs but they refused. Instead, he fell to the ground face first. A surge of fatigue washes over him. I... why can't I move? These were his last thoughts before consciousness left him. The grumbling of his stomach would be audible every now and then.


@IamNotLoki

"Is he awake yet, Clyde?"  A female voice spoke behind Jonathan's closed eyelids.  


"He'll come to... don't worry Bonnie..."  A male voice spoke.


The scent of Cajun spices wafted through the air.  


Jonathan was propped up on a restaurant booth.  Bonnie looked at him curiously resting her elbows on the table.  Clyde worked at the kitchen scooping up a pile of craw fish, potatoes, and sausage into a wide plate.  He walked over to the table and placed the steaming pile of food in front of Jonathan.  The two watched Jonathan with big grins on their faces.  "Hey stranger, here's a heaping plate of food for ya..."  Clyde said as he poured a cup full of ginger ale and slid it next to the plate of goodies.  

 

[The Omen of Death]

The warehouse was full of stockpiled crates, that reached nearly towards the ceiling. The ceiling itself was shrouded in darkness, except for several glass panels that let faint light go through. The crates and wooden boxes all around the warehouse created a neat maze of sorts and could be used as cover, or means of finding a stealthy approach. The main paths between the crates were lightened up by spotlights that stood on the very edges and corners of the whole building, or by large, slightly defunct lamps that hung from the ceiling. There were some tight off-routes between the crates, that created cramped side-alleys of sorts. One could hear footsteps, and even talk amongst the maze of crates. Anastasiya definitely wasn't there alone. The people's conversations were rather unclear, but one could make out some of the words; one was sure. They weren't to no good. All of them were either talking about drinking later, or crime. They also spoke in a tone as if it was casual everyday activity to them. This warehouse was full of people that an ordinary citizen wouldn't mess with, or hell - even approach. In the very middle, in a cross-section of the maze stood a particularly well-lighted fraction of the space. In the middle of it was the dead corpse of a man in a police uniform, of unintelligible rank and level, as it seems their badge was taken away. Whoever it was, looked to be male and possibly in their 50's, but to get a better look Anastasiya would have to approach and take the sack off of the dead man's head. The corpse's uniform and sack were covered in blood, with a noticable bullet hole in it's forehead area.


Soon after Anastasiya came in, a gang member approached said corpse and started untying it from the chair, however he was facing backwards to her. This made for a perfect occassion for Anastasiya, as the man was clearly preparing to get rid of the body, and thus all evidence. They were cleaning up now. 

Anastasiya by now started to feel the empowerment once again, and since there were a lot of them, this put her at a big advantage. She still could not get cocky although, and fully intended on staying quiet, so she would not use the whip unless deemed necessary. Or if she decided to use it like a garrote. Seeing the gang member infront the body, she knew that they were finally cleaning up the scene. Another thing she took note of was them being dressed in red and black, the sign of the Demon gang. She remembered that before her main focus shifted to assisting in trying to take out the Mangler, she had been a slight thorn in their side, but was not able to get far. She knew that now she had to do more now, especially since they executed a cop and she needed to dismantle it. Looking around she marked the gang members locations through seeing their list of crimes needing punishment. Taking note of her surroundings she began to stealthily move forward at a distinct faster rate because of the empowerment she was receiving from everything. As she moved she was rolling her feet. Placing her heel down first, lightly, and pushing into it as she shifted her weight. Utilizing some of the cover she approached until she was now in arms length. Taking note this one had not killed anyone, she then made her move. She stepped in close enough that her body was almost touching his back, then she stomped with her motorbike boot the back of his knee and with her enhanced strength as a result of the empowerment as well as her skill effectively broke the leg at the spot, while at the same time pulling his head up. Which exposed his throat. She then looped her arm around his neck so that his throat was in the crook of her arm. With the hand of her choking arm, she grabbed her own other bicep, then she clamped her free hand over his mouth. The intent was to knock him unconscious for the moment. All the while her eyes and mind continued to look around for anything new and make sure she was still in the clear.

 

[Birdsie]

Anastasiya by now started to feel the empowerment once again, and since there were a lot of them, this put her at a big advantage. She still could not get cocky although, and fully intended on staying quiet, so she would not use the whip unless deemed necessary. Or if she decided to use it like a garrote. Seeing the gang member infront the body, she knew that they were finally cleaning up the scene. Another thing she took note of was them being dressed in red and black, the sign of the Demon gang. She remembered that before her main focus shifted to assisting in trying to take out the Mangler, she had been a slight thorn in their side, but was not able to get far. She knew that now she had to do more now, especially since they executed a cop and she needed to dismantle it. Looking around she marked the gang members locations through seeing their list of crimes needing punishment. Taking note of her surroundings she began to stealthily move forward at a distinct faster rate because of the empowerment she was receiving from everything. As she moved she was rolling her feet. Placing her heel down first, lightly, and pushing into it as she shifted her weight. Utilizing some of the cover she approached until she was now in arms length. Taking note this one had not killed anyone, she then made her move. She stepped in close enough that her body was almost touching his back, then she stomped with her motorbike boot the back of his knee and with her enhanced strength as a result of the empowerment as well as her skill effectively broke the leg at the spot, while at the same time pulling his head up. Which exposed his throat. She then looped her arm around his neck so that his throat was in the crook of her arm. With the hand of her choking arm, she grabbed her own other bicep, then she clamped her free hand over his mouth. The intent was to knock him unconscious for the moment. All the while her eyes and mind continued to look around for anything new and make sure she was still in the clear.

The demon gang member was struggling for several seconds, however Anastasiya's brute strength and empowerment were too strong. The gang member seemingly gave up and gave in, being knocked unconcious. One could hear several gang members using a door to leave, while two other sets of footsteps slowly approached the place where Anastasiya stood. One voice spoke up clearly. "Ey, JC. Are you done packing the dead ma--" However the gang member stopped talking when he went around the corner and saw Anastasiya. The other one that followed him stopped aswell, and the both quickly pulled their hands to the back of their pants to quickly reach for their guns. They were hoping that there was enough time to draw them and shoot Anastasiya, and as soon as they had time to take aim, they would fire at her.

 

[The Omen of Death]

The demon gang member was struggling for several seconds, however Anastasiya's brute strength and empowerment were too strong. The gang member seemingly gave up and gave in, being knocked unconcious. One could hear several gang members using a door to leave, while two other sets of footsteps slowly approached the place where Anastasiya stood. One voice spoke up clearly. "Ey, JC. Are you done packing the dead ma--" However the gang member stopped talking when he went around the corner and saw Anastasiya. The other one that followed him stopped aswell, and the both quickly pulled their hands to the back of their pants to quickly reach for their guns. They were hoping that there was enough time to draw them and shoot Anastasiya, and as soon as they had time to take aim, they would fire at her.

As the man gave up and slipped into unconsciousness. She glared behind herself and saw the two gang members attempting to draw their weapons. Reacting quickly, she set the man down. "Der'mo..." She cursed to herself in Russian. So she drew her whip, with a cold glare showing off, and using her enhanced speed and reflexes to her advantage she charged quite fast and drawing her whip back she propelled it forward and hoped the crack of it would not alert the others whom closed the door and left. These two had been noticed to have killed before, so she was gonna return the favor. So as she brought the whip down, she brought the whip diagonally and aimed for the man on the rights temple. Then finally closing in with her left hand with her velocity and speed at her back she brought out her arm to clothesline the other gang member.

 

[Birdsie]

As the man gave up and slipped into unconsciousness. She glared behind herself and saw the two gang members attempting to draw their weapons. Reacting quickly, she set the man down. "Der'mo..." She cursed to herself in Russian. So she drew her whip, with a cold glare showing off, and using her enhanced speed and reflexes to her advantage she charged quite fast and drawing her whip back she propelled it forward and hoped the crack of it would not alert the others whom closed the door and left. These two had been noticed to have killed before, so she was gonna return the favor. So as she brought the whip down, she brought the whip diagonally and aimed for the man on the rights temple. Then finally closing in with her left hand with her velocity and speed at her back she brought out her arm to clothesline the other gang member.

The first gang member was hit in the head with the whip, causing a considerably large bruise on his head. He was sent flying backwards half a meter, and fell over to the ground, nearly unconcious and unable to get up. The other one started running, but Anastasiya was too quick and caught up to him. The man started begging. "No! I'll do anything! I don't wanna go to jail!" He pleaded in terror, clearly afraid of the woman that had just beaten him and his friend with what seemed to be supernatural speed and condition.

 

[The Omen of Death]

The first gang member was hit in the head with the whip, causing a considerably large bruise on his head. He was sent flying backwards half a meter, and fell over to the ground, nearly unconcious and unable to get up. The other one started running, but Anastasiya was too quick and caught up to him. The man started begging. "No! I'll do anything! I don't wanna go to jail!" He pleaded in terror, clearly afraid of the woman that had just beaten him and his friend with what seemed to be supernatural speed and condition.

Anastasiya smirked slightly as she saw her whip send the man back. The powers that Nemesis gave from that black card let her do her job much more efficiently and that empowerment that she got from those who had committed crimes against others to now bring retribution. Hearing one of the men's fear as she ran by his side, she almost blankly said "You are not going to jail... You have killed before, and therefore the only true justice you shall receive is death." And once again lashed with the whip swinging alongside her and straight dead on at her adversaries face.

 

[doneanddusted]

Lavernius tried to chase after the Russian woman and the beast. But, as he ran he began to feel more and more unreasonably fatigued. I'm used to long runs like this. Little did he know that his luck was kicking in big time and effecting his run. Every step he took fell just right and propelled him forward as much as possible. However, using his luck power for so long was taking it's toll on him. LA  jumped over a mirror two guys were caring and felt a massive headache coming on. He attempted to push through the pain and keep running, but couldn't catch his breath. Lavernius felt pure fear as he clutched his chest trying to breath. His eyes had turned an Onyx black and he fell against the wall. You see when LA used his Devil's Luck for too long it became the opposite. It made him unlucky. So, as Lavernius found himself struggling to breath and on the verge of losing consciousness, he found himself all alone on the block with no one else around to help him. LA dropped on to his knees and just before his eyes rolled back he could just make out the mall.

@Kyon


Sunni kept walking silently, recognizing the mall coming closer, when she saw a person on the ground. She ran up to the person, realizing it was a man who looked awful lot familiar. She looked back at Nobuyuki and said,


"Mr. Nobu, there's man on the ground... we should take him with us to the hospital."


That wasn't quite true, he was quite alive as could be. She sort of messed with the man, extremely sure that she had seen him before. Sunni then sighed, unwilling to call 911, looked over at Nobuyuki again.
"Are you strong enough to lift him to the hospital? If you can't, I could help you."


For the sake of getting to the hospital quickly, Sunni smiled and acted like her normal cheery self. 

 

[Birdsie]

Anastasiya smirked slightly as she saw her whip send the man back. The powers that Nemesis gave from that black card let her do her job much more efficiently and that empowerment that she got from those who had committed crimes against others to now bring retribution. Hearing one of the men's fear as she ran by his side, she almost blankly said "You are not going to jail... You have killed before, and therefore the only true justice you shall receive is death." And once again lashed with the whip swinging alongside her and straight dead on at her adversaries face.

The man's skull cracked from the sheer force hitting him and he was sent flying back, hitting into a box. His forehead was massacred and a lot of blood poured out. One could see small pieces of bone undereath the red flesh. The other gang member who was barely awake looked at Anastasiya with the corner of his eyes and said. "I'll... I'll tell you who did this, but... oh, god... spare me..." The man poked his temple with the very edge of his fingers, then quickly detracting them as he yelped in pain. "D-Do we have a deal, you freak?" He inquired her, feeling a mixture of anger and fear, caused by her killing his friend and by Anastasiya's ability to kick ass respectively.

 

[The Omen of Death]

The man's skull cracked from the sheer force hitting him and he was sent flying back, hitting into a box. His forehead was massacred and a lot of blood poured out. One could see small pieces of bone undereath the red flesh. The other gang member who was barely awake looked at Anastasiya with the corner of his eyes and said. "I'll... I'll tell you who did this, but... oh, god... spare me..." The man poked his temple with the very edge of his fingers, then quickly detracting them as he yelped in pain. "D-Do we have a deal, you freak?" He inquired her, feeling a mixture of anger and fear, caused by her killing his friend and by Anastasiya's ability to kick ass respectively.

Anastasiya did not have time to register the main effects of the whip as it smashed into the man's skull as she had the last part to deal with. She finally slowed down, and casually strolled up to the man who was barely conscious by now. Anastasiya crouched to the mans eye level and glared straight into his eyes with her cold eyes, as if staring deep into his soul and said. "Yeah, we gotta deal. Just don't make this painful for us both and lie about anything..."

 

[Birdsie]

Anastasiya did not have time to register the main effects of the whip as it smashed into the man's skull as she had the last part to deal with. She finally slowed down, and casually strolled up to the man who was barely conscious by now. Anastasiya crouched to the mans eye level and glared straight into his eyes with her cold eyes, as if staring deep into his soul and said. "Yeah, we gotta deal. Just don't make this painful for us both and lie about anything..."

The man was far too intimidated to lie to Anastasiya, so he told her the truth. "'Kay... My lieutentant's name is Tommy Vercetti. I've got no idea where he is, but I guess he might be at his new penthouse downtown. I don't know which street exactly, but I know that it's the 'best apartament,' in New York. Tommy on the other hand works for the leader of the whole gang, but nobody knows who the hell he is. The guy just appears from time to time to take care of business and then fades into thin air... and I've seen him pull of some magic tricks. I don't mean a dissapearing trick, I mean actual friggin' magic. He made... he shook hands with people... and their wishes just came true. He's like a goddamn genie. No surprise he's the gang leader. I don't even know his name."


After a brief moment of silence, the gang member asked her. "So, can I go now? We had a deal."

 

[Eagleye415]

@Kyon


Sunni kept walking silently, recognizing the mall coming closer, when she saw a person on the ground. She ran up to the person, realizing it was a man who looked awful lot familiar. She looked back at Nobuyuki and said,


"Mr. Nobu, there's man on the ground... we should take him with us to the hospital."


That wasn't quite true, he was quite alive as could be. She sort of messed with the man, extremely sure that she had seen him before. Sunni then sighed, unwilling to call 911, looked over at Nobuyuki again.
"Are you strong enough to lift him to the hospital? If you can't, I could help you."


For the sake of getting to the hospital quickly, Sunni smiled and acted like her normal cheery self. 

Lavernius was pulled out of his unconscious state by voices. He struggled to focus and made out two people standing nearby. LA tried to pull himself up too quickly and slumped back. "Damn. What the hell happened?" Lavernius took it slower this time and got into a sitting position. His eyes focused on the girl and he thought back to the apartment. "Hold on.. you're that little girl from before."

 

[doneanddusted]

Lavernius was pulled out of his unconscious state by voices. He struggled to focus and made out two people standing nearby. LA tried to pull himself up too quickly and slumped back. "Damn. What the hell happened?" Lavernius took it slower this time and got into a sitting position. His eyes focused on the girl and he thought back to the apartment. "Hold on.. you're that little girl from before."

@Kyon


"I found you on the floor." Sunni said pleasantly as she watched the man's feeble attempts at getting up. 


She frowned a bit when the man recognized her as "that little girl from before."


"First, I'm not little." Sunni said. "Second, I don't really remember you."


Though she did have to say, he did remind her of the man with red eyes... though she was primarily focused on the weird creature at the time.


"Third, you should come with us to hospital just in case something really bad happened to you."

 

[Eagleye415]

@Kyon


"I found you on the floor." Sunni said pleasantly as she watched the man's feeble attempts at getting up. 


She frowned a bit when the man recognized her as "that little girl from before."


"First, I'm not little." Sunni said. "Second, I don't really remember you."


Though she did have to say, he did remind her of the man with red eyes... though she was primarily focused on the weird creature at the time.


"Third, you should come with us to hospital just in case something really bad happened to you."

Lavernius was finally able to get up and his bones cracked loudly. He let out a sigh of relief and stretched out. "Back in action, baby!" LA turned to face the girl now standing tall and smiled at her. "First, your little to me. Second, am I really so forgettable?" Lavernius asked jokingly. "Third, hospital is sounding good right now. Still feeling drained. Fourth, my name is Lavernius Alexander, but you can call me LA." He gave a charming smile and a thumbs up.

 

[The Omen of Death]

The man was far too intimidated to lie to Anastasiya, so he told her the truth. "'Kay... My lieutentant's name is Tommy Vercetti. I've got no idea where he is, but I guess he might be at his new penthouse downtown. I don't know which street exactly, but I know that it's the 'best apartament,' in New York. Tommy on the other hand works for the leader of the whole gang, but nobody knows who the hell he is. The guy just appears from time to time to take care of business and then fades into thin air... and I've seen him pull of some magic tricks. I don't mean a dissapearing trick, I mean actual friggin' magic. He made... he shook hands with people... and their wishes just came true. He's like a goddamn genie. No surprise he's the gang leader. I don't even know his name."


After a brief moment of silence, the gang member asked her. "So, can I go now? We had a deal."

Anastasiya listened very closely on the details given to her as she heard him talk. She took mental notes of the info given to her, and checked his face for any 'tells' from lying which she could not identify which left her at the fact that he was telling the truth. What particularly interested her was the talk that his head boss could do actual magic. Which meant that the head honcho here held a black card too, which made this more difficult... Then as the man finished speaking as to what she needed to know, his service was exhausted, and was useless to her, criminal deadweight who killed... She had lied to coerce him into giving up info, and now justice was to be served... "Thank you for the info, it has truly enlightened me... But I wish you had been enlightened before you decided to go kill someone, would have made this situation different... Your punishment is death, and your execution is scheduled for right now. Do svidaniya." (Goodbye) And with that she sidestepped to the man's wounded temple, proceeding to give the coup de grâce and brought her boot down onto the temple stomping on it.

 

[Birdsie]

Anastasiya listened very closely on the details given to her as she heard him talk. She took mental notes of the info given to her, and checked his face for any 'tells' from lying which she could not identify which left her at the fact that he was telling the truth. What particularly interested her was the talk that his head boss could do actual magic. Which meant that the head honcho here held a black card too, which made this more difficult... Then as the man finished speaking as to what she needed to know, his service was exhausted, and was useless to her, criminal deadweight who killed... She had lied to coerce him into giving up info, and now justice was to be served... "Thank you for the info, it has truly enlightened me... But I wish you had been enlightened before you decided to go kill someone, would have made this situation different... Your punishment is death, and your execution is scheduled for right now." And with that she sidestepped to the man's wounded temple, proceeding to give the coup de grâce and brought her boot down onto the temple stomping on it.

The man looked at her and frowned, then yelled in anger. "YOU BITCH! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? SOME SORT OF SICK PSYCHOPATH... SELF-RIGHTEOUS, JUDGEMENTAL GRIM REAPER? YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN ME!..." The man paused, with tears in his eyes. "Fine. Go ahead. Who cares about my daughter? About my daughter that will be orphaned? YOU DON'T. YOU SHI--" The man tried to slowly get up, but before he could, his face was stomped into the ground with great force. He died with fiery anger in his eyes. Perhaps not all people were doing crime for things as simple as profit? After all, the gang member didn't lie to Anastasiya... not once, not before, not now.


(Admit it. You didn't expect shit to get so deep just because of one, random mook.)

 

[doneanddusted]

Lavernius was finally able to get up and his bones cracked loudly. He let out a sigh of relief and stretched out. "Back in action, baby!" LA turned to face the girl now standing tall and smiled at her. "First, your little to me. Second, am I really so forgettable?" Lavernius asked jokingly. "Third, hospital is sounding good right now. Still feeling drained. Fourth, my name is Lavernius Alexander, but you can call me LA." He gave a charming smile and a thumbs up.

@Kyon


The girl pouted, clearly upset at being called little. She then thought for a moment... Apartment... what had happened in the apartment? Strange creature thing... six red eyes... Mr. Irons... man with red eyes... man with red eyes... Sunni looked at the man and widened her own dark brown eyes. Red eyes like the creature. Red like blood. Red like the colour her parents were dyed in. Sunni shivered. Tonight wasn't a good night. The girl hid her intense fear quite poorly and said,


"Y-Yeah... Mr. LA... let's go..." She looked back at Nobuyuki, trusting that he would catch up. "Let's go..."


She looked down at the ground, studying the sidewalk as if extremely interested in the pavement.

 

[The Omen of Death]

As Anastasiya brought down retribution on the man, hearing the man speak cut into her. This didn't anger her... No... It didn't make doing it any better for her or more pleasurable... It just made her... Feel sad... Men like him did honestly possibly have wives, families, and children... This was something she pondered on for the moment... She then vigorously shook her head, she began rationalizing. 'If this man was ordered to pull the trigger and kill my mother, me or anyone close to me, he would totally do it!' Drilling it into her skull, she began to carry on with her business. As she walked by the last man, she finally assessed what she caused... The man's face, was an almost unidentifiable mess of crimson red blood and gore, still bleeding from the lash, it was so deep the bone was exposed... The stuff that held people together. She deeply sighed, "If only you decided make a living normally... Things would have been different... You gave it up for the side with the false claim of a good living..." This was beginning to make her think of... The night that haunted her... The one she never forgot... Those cold gunmetal blue eyes warmed up, as those memories brought silent tears running down her eyes...


April 16, 2000 An amusement park in Moscow


A blonde 12 year old girl and her 36 year old mother were both sitting on a Ferris wheel one evening, with the great spring sun in the background for this evening. This girls mother was blonde, and had sky blue eyes that reflected warmly like the skies above. The girls eyes were much colder in appearance much like Russian winters, except her's were greyer like her fathers... This gave it a bluish grey tint like gunmetal. And contrary to what this girls eyes would tell you she was quite the warm, child. She and her family had been out for the day since her father whom had been busy in politics finally had some time to his family. He was currently taking a phone call, and didn't want to interrupt his daughter and his wife's time. The girl currently was peering out the edge and staring at the grand city below her in the eve of the fall of Communism. The girl stated in awe "Nichego sebe mama! Posmotrite, kak vysoko eta veshch' idet! Vy mozhete uvidet' vsyu Moskvu s etoy tochki zreniya! Eto tak krasivo!" (Wow mom! Look at how high this thing goes! You can see all of Moscow from this view! It's so beautiful!) the cool April breeze of spring blowing her hair back a bit. As they continued to ascend, her mother smiled and looked in the distance too. She then agreed saying "Da, eto Anastasiya, ya ne khodil zdes' v vozraste, ya pochti zabyl, chto eto takoye, kak eto idet vverkh." (Yes, it is Anastasiya, I have not gone up here in ages, I almost forgot what it is like going up here.) She then remembered to say after thinking of that as they hit a stopping point at the top of the wheel. "Ey, kstati Anastasiya, kak vy delayete v vashikh urokakh angliyskogo yazyka v shkole?" (Hey by the way Anastasiya, how are you doing in your English classes in school?) The girl looked back to her mother smiled, and said in broken English but good starter English "It verrry beautiful day outside mother." Her mother chuckled at this and the girl blushed rosy red cheeks in embarrassment and her mother said "Zvuchit khorosho pryamo seychas, ne volnuytes', v kontse kontsov, vy poluchite povesit' yego." (Sounds good for right now, don't worry eventually you will get the hang of it.) The girl then smiled once more as her spirits rose again, "Nu, ya ne podvedu tebya mat'! Ya zhelayu v etot den' nikogda ne konchitsya." (Well then I won't let you down! I wish this day would never end.) Her mother smiled once more and looked out into the distance once more as the Ferris wheel turned and went down, almost synchronized with the sun as it set. She then said "Ya znayu, chto vy ne budete, ty moya plot' i krov', i ya veryu v vas. I vy znayete, ya uveren, kazhdyy chelovek na Zemle khochet, chtoby... Ya stareyu vy znayete? To zhe samoye s vashim ottsom." (I know you wont, you are my flesh and blood and I have faith in you. And you know, I bet every single person on Earth wishes that... I am getting old you know? Same with your father." The girl laughed, and then went up to embrace her mother for a hug which her mother who was a little surprised in the moment returned. The girl then said "Vy mozhete poluchat' starshe, no vy i papa do sikh por yeshche mnogo let, chtoby lyubit' menya. Ya ochen' sil'no tebya lyublyu." (You may be getting older but you and dad still have many more years to love me. I love you so very much.) Her mother cradled her in her shoulder and said "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu moye rassloyeniye radosti." (I love you too my bundle of joy.)


Meanwhile at the ground.


A man was glaring up at the sky which resonated a brilliant blue that was now turning to Amber as the sun set. He was a tall man with short professional blond hair, and was dressed in suit. His eyes were of a piercing grey like the old Slavs of the past on the battlefield. He had just finished a phone call and was waiting for his daughter and wife to come back down. They had spent a good couple hours and were preparing to head back to their home. When suddenly behind him a voice practically called out to taunt him. "Privyet, Kvetoslav." He turned around and saw a man with brown hair in a suit with a beard and sunglasses. "Chto ty khochesh'?" (What do you want?) The father asked this man. The man basically snarled saying "Vashi deystviya razozlilsya russkaya mafiya, vy isportili s nepravil'nymi lyud'mi priyatel'." (Your actions pissed off the Russian Mafia, you messed with the wrong people buddy.) This was true as her father was an advocate in government against corruption and the Russian Mafia. And so the man drew a Makarov pistol, and shot a bullet straight between the eyes of the father. Blood squirting out from the bullet and bleeding out of where it came from. He then slumped over and laid there on the ground as people reacted and begin running to get out of there as soon as possible.


Meanwhile back on the Ferris wheel. Right before the two were about to reach the bottom, the loud bang of a gun went off, and shocked both her mother and herself. When they both looked over in the shots direction they saw the horrible scene as a husband, and father in that moment was shot dead. Just like that snuffed from existence. The girl screamed out in vain as the ride hit its last step, and they both climbed out and began rushing over. "Nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet! Papa nyet! Pozhaluysta, ne umiray pozhaluysta! Kto-to yemu pomoch'! Kto ugodno! tol'ko, pozhaluysta, spasti moyego papu!" (Dad no! Please don't die please! Someone help him! Anyone! just please save my daddy!) She felt.. So very hopeless, and could only just sob there over his body, she was in disbelief that her own father, the person who raised and gave birth to her was gone forever... It was a thought that scared her and could do nothing but pray to God all in vain for him to bring back her father... If only she prayed harder... If only she prayed harder... Maybe it would eventually happen... But it never happened...


Back in the present day.


Anastasiya wiped away the tears from that part of that awful day. She began to walk back to the corpse of the police officer, and checked to see if the last gang member was still unconscious or not. She had to do one last thing.

 

[Alias]

"Is he awake yet, Clyde?"  A female voice spoke behind Jonathan's closed eyelids.  


"He'll come to... don't worry Bonnie..."  A male voice spoke.


The scent of Cajun spices wafted through the air.  


Jonathan was propped up on a restaurant booth.  Bonnie looked at him curiously resting her elbows on the table.  Clyde worked at the kitchen scooping up a pile of craw fish, potatoes, and sausage into a wide plate.  He walked over to the table and placed the steaming pile of food in front of Jonathan.  The two watched Jonathan with big grins on their faces.  "Hey stranger, here's a heaping plate of food for ya..."  Clyde said as he poured a cup full of ginger ale and slid it next to the plate of goodies.  

As soon as he was regaining consciousness, Jonathan began waking up. "Mom, it's too early for breakfast...", he muttered half-asleep as he began munching on the pile of food laying in front of him. It wasn't until after he finished everything on his plate that he realized that he wasn't back at home with his mother. He looked around and noticed that he was in a restaurant. The chairs are still placed on top of tables, the same way they would be arranged after closing hours. He then noticed the strange couple grinning in front of him. He began remembering everything that led to this situation. "GAHH!", he yelled zoom a few feet away from the couple and only a few inches from the door. "Y-y-y-you saw me, didn't you? ", he stammered. "Please don't tell anyone. I don't want to be a lab rat!"

 

[IamNotLoki]

As soon as he was regaining consciousness, Jonathan began waking up. "Mom, it's too early for breakfast...", he muttered half-asleep as he began munching on the pile of food laying in front of him. It wasn't until after he finished everything on his plate that he realized that he wasn't back at home with his mother. He looked around and noticed that he was in a restaurant. The chairs are still placed on top of tables, the same way they would be arranged after closing hours. He then noticed the strange couple grinning in front of him. He began remembering everything that led to this situation. "GAHH!", he yelled zoom a few feet away from the couple and only a few inches from the door. "Y-y-y-you saw me, didn't you? ", he stammered. "Please don't tell anyone. I don't want to be a lab rat!"

The couple's eyes opened wide as they witnessed all the food get devoured in mere minutes.  "Ooh boy, you're hungry aintcha?"  Bonnie laughed as she took the plate to the sink.  "Whoa, easy there pardner... we're not here to hurt ya, just showin ya a bit of southern hospitality, that's all..."  Clyde said as he took off his red apron.  "Iced tea?"  Bonnie said as she got a pitcher of iced tea and put in on the table.The two sat down next to each other in front of Jonathan.  "Say fella, I'm gonna go ahead and talk about the elephant in the room here..."  Clyde leaned in a grinned.  "Yeah... the elephant..."  Bonnie also leaned in as if imitating Clyde.  "You got some superhuman powers..."  Clyde started.  "LIKE THE FLASH!"  Bonnie butt in.  


"Your powers, can you tell us how you got it?"  Clyde asked as he poured iced tea in a cup.

 

[IamNotLoki]

As Anastasiya brought down retribution on the man, hearing the man speak cut into her. This didn't anger her... No... It didn't make doing it any better for her or more pleasurable... It just made her... Feel sad... Men like him did honestly possibly have wives, families, and children... This was something she pondered on for the moment... She then vigorously shook her head, she began rationalizing. 'If this man was ordered to pull the trigger and kill my mother, me or anyone close to me, he would totally do it!' Drilling it into her skull, she began to carry on with her business. As she walked by the last man, she finally assessed what she caused... The man's face, was an almost unidentifiable mess of crimson red blood and gore, still bleeding from the lash, it was so deep the bone was exposed... The stuff that held people together. She deeply sighed, "If only you decided make a living normally... Things would have been different... You gave it up for the side with the false claim of a good living..." This was beginning to make her think of... The night that haunted her... The one she never forgot... Those cold gunmetal blue eyes warmed up, as those memories brought silent tears running down her eyes...


April 16, 2000 An amusement park in Moscow


A blonde 12 year old girl and her 36 year old mother were both sitting on a Ferris wheel one evening, with the great spring sun in the background for this evening. This girls mother was blonde, and had sky blue eyes that reflected warmly like the skies above. The girls eyes were much colder in appearance much like Russian winters, except her's were greyer like her fathers... This gave it a bluish grey tint like gunmetal. And contrary to what this girls eyes would tell you she was quite the warm, child. She and her family had been out for the day since her father whom had been busy in politics finally had some time to his family. He was currently taking a phone call, and didn't want to interrupt his daughter and his wife's time. The girl currently was peering out the edge and staring at the grand city below her in the eve of the fall of Communism. The girl stated in awe "Nichego sebe mama! Posmotrite, kak vysoko eta veshch' idet! Vy mozhete uvidet' vsyu Moskvu s etoy tochki zreniya! Eto tak krasivo!" (Wow mom! Look at how high this thing goes! You can see all of Moscow from this view! It's so beautiful!) the cool April breeze of spring blowing her hair back a bit. As they continued to ascend, her mother smiled and looked in the distance too. She then agreed saying "Da, eto Anastasiya, ya ne khodil zdes' v vozraste, ya pochti zabyl, chto eto takoye, kak eto idet vverkh." (Yes, it is Anastasiya, I have not gone up here in ages, I almost forgot what it is like going up here.) She then remembered to say after thinking of that as they hit a stopping point at the top of the wheel. "Ey, kstati Anastasiya, kak vy delayete v vashikh urokakh angliyskogo yazyka v shkole?" (Hey by the way Anastasiya, how are you doing in your English classes in school?) The girl looked back to her mother smiled, and said in broken English but good starter English "It verrry beautiful day outside mother." Her mother chuckled at this and the girl blushed rosy red cheeks in embarrassment and her mother said "Zvuchit khorosho pryamo seychas, ne volnuytes', v kontse kontsov, vy poluchite povesit' yego." (Sounds good for right now, don't worry eventually you will get the hang of it.) The girl then smiled once more as her spirits rose again, "Nu, ya ne podvedu tebya mat'! Ya zhelayu v etot den' nikogda ne konchitsya." (Well then I won't let you down! I wish this day would never end.) Her mother smiled once more and looked out into the distance once more as the Ferris wheel turned and went down, almost synchronized with the sun as it set. She then said "Ya znayu, chto vy ne budete, ty moya plot' i krov', i ya veryu v vas. I vy znayete, ya uveren, kazhdyy chelovek na Zemle khochet, chtoby... Ya stareyu vy znayete? To zhe samoye s vashim ottsom." (I know you wont, you are my flesh and blood and I have faith in you. And you know, I bet every single person on Earth wishes that... I am getting old you know? Same with your father." The girl laughed, and then went up to embrace her mother for a hug which her mother who was a little surprised in the moment returned. The girl then said "Vy mozhete poluchat' starshe, no vy i papa do sikh por yeshche mnogo let, chtoby lyubit' menya. Ya ochen' sil'no tebya lyublyu." (You may be getting older but you and dad still have many more years to love me. I love you so very much.) Her mother cradled her in her shoulder and said "Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu moye rassloyeniye radosti." (I love you too my bundle of joy.)


Meanwhile at the ground.


A man was glaring up at the sky which resonated a brilliant blue that was now turning to Amber as the sun set. He was a tall man with short professional blond hair, and was dressed in suit. His eyes were of a piercing grey like the old Slavs of the past on the battlefield. He had just finished a phone call and was waiting for his daughter and wife to come back down. They had spent a good couple hours and were preparing to head back to their home. When suddenly behind him a voice practically called out to taunt him. "Privyet, Kvetoslav." He turned around and saw a man with brown hair in a suit with a beard and sunglasses. "Chto ty khochesh'?" (What do you want?) The father asked this man. The man basically snarled saying "Vashi deystviya razozlilsya russkaya mafiya, vy isportili s nepravil'nymi lyud'mi priyatel'." (Your actions pissed off the Russian Mafia, you messed with the wrong people buddy.) This was true as her father was an advocate in government against corruption and the Russian Mafia. And so the man drew a Makarov pistol, and shot a bullet straight between the eyes of the father. Blood squirting out from the bullet and bleeding out of where it came from. He then slumped over and laid there on the ground as people reacted and begin running to get out of there as soon as possible.


Meanwhile back on the Ferris wheel. Right before the two were about to reach the bottom, the loud bang of a gun went off, and shocked both her mother and herself. When they both looked over in the shots direction they saw the horrible scene as a husband, and father in that moment was shot dead. Just like that snuffed from existence. The girl screamed out in vain as the ride hit its last step, and they both climbed out and began rushing over. "Nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet, nyet! Papa nyet! Pozhaluysta, ne umiray pozhaluysta! Kto-to yemu pomoch'! Kto ugodno! tol'ko, pozhaluysta, spasti moyego papu!" (Dad no! Please don't die please! Someone help him! Anyone! just please save my daddy!) She felt.. So very hopeless, and could only just sob there over his body, she was in disbelief that her own father, the person who raised and gave birth to her was gone forever... It was a thought that scared her and could do nothing but pray to God all in vain for him to bring back her father... If only she prayed harder... If only she prayed harder... Maybe it would eventually happen... But it never happened...


Back in the present day.


Anastasiya wiped away the tears from that part of that awful day. She began to walk back to the corpse of the police officer, and checked to see if the last gang member was still unconscious or not. She had to do one last thing.

"Seems like you're really enjoying the powers we gave you..."  Elsa said as she looked down at Anastasiya from a high crate.  She sat with her legs crossed elegantly.  "Not that I'm judging you... but you really do have a unique way of using the Nemesis card,"  Elsa grinned and rested her chin on her palm as she looked down at Anastasiya.  "Miss Anastasiya... I am a big fan of your art.  I am known as Elsa.... I represent the Olympus Group..."  Elsa said as she pinched a lock of her hair.  "Well done, I must say.  This masterpiece of crimson's really beautiful just what I expect from you..."  She said spreading her arms out at the scene as if admiring the bloody mess made in the warehouse.  "I assume the card we gave you has helped make your life a lot more appealing?"

 

[The Omen of Death]

"Seems like you're really enjoying the powers we gave you..."  Elsa said as she looked down at Anastasiya from a high crate.  She sat with her legs crossed elegantly.  "Not that I'm judging you... but you really do have a unique way of using the Nemesis card,"  Elsa grinned and rested her chin on her palm as she looked down at Anastasiya.  "Miss Anastasiya... I am a big fan of your art.  I am known as Elsa.... I represent the Olympus Group..."  Elsa said as she pinched a lock of her hair.  "Well done, I must say.  This masterpiece of crimson's really beautiful just what I expect from you..."  She said spreading her arms out at the scene as if admiring the bloody mess made in the warehouse.  "I assume the card we gave you has helped make your life a lot more appealing?"

[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]As Anastasiya finally wiped the last of her tears, and began approaching the unconscious gangster on the floor. She was slightly caught by surprise, as she heard Elsa on the crate. Even more so, since obviously she was still on edge making sure no one was going to be ready to put a bullet in her skull. On top of that she was caught up in an emotional moment. Although the more she thought of it, if that woman was sitting up there the whole time or a decent amount of time, she already bore witness to that scene. Although if she was there, Anastasiya would have easily seen her, unless she snuck in carefully right then and there... Or she could either teleport, or could turn invisible... Nonetheless that didn't matter she made herself known and now Anastasiya had to say something. Her cold gunmetal blue eyes glared up, and saw her. She then said "I suppose you could say that, but it's more like I am using it to help me do this. To what I think is its current extent." She then asked curious, "So how long have you been so cozily sitting up there?" Adding some small hints of sarcasm in there. Listening to her add how she found her use of the Nemesis card interesting and how she wasn't judging it she brusquely stated. "That's probably bullshit, if your observing me for your 'Olympus group' you must be judging me on at least a superficial level. Probably taking note on how I use it and whatnot, not that I care all that much." As Anastasiya analyzed Elsa, there was something about her that was ticking her off slightly, so Anastasiya verbally was keeping her guard up not that she was making it THAT evident, but was nonetheless weary. Then she sort of retorted, "Also what would expect out of someone getting the Nemesis card exactly? Obviously I have piqued your interest with my usage of it, but if you heard the news in the past about what I have done before taking the ordeal of having the card, it would be pretty obvious that if you knew someone in that organization was placing the card for me to take, you should have known easily what I would do with it. Even the name I go by in my vigilante work, would be a dead giveaway." She then continued on with what she was going to do as she approached the unconscious gang member. She glanced up at Elsa and said "Don't worry, I am still listening, I just can't have this one waking up and risk either one of us getting shot right now, it wouldn't be fun for either of us. Also actually if you had a pen and paper on you that I could use, the next part should go quicker." With that, as she listened to Elsa speak introducing herself she stopped in her tracks as she was picking up some rope she found lying around, as she heard Elsa say she admired her "art" she sighed as she shook off the comment temporarily. As with her weakened empowerment as he was the only one left (going out on a limb and gonna say that Elsa has not done anything unless you would like to tell me otherwise or just have some other reason as to why it would not happen) she dragged the unconscious gangster by his collar to a metal pillar holding the place up and tied him around it as she took his weapons off his person. Then listening to her introduce herself as 'Elsa' Anastasiya quipped as she brushed back her blonde hair. "I got the idea you worked for the Olympus group at 'enjoying the powers we gave you' also Elsa? You really decided to name yourself after the woman from Fr-" she then stopped in her tracks as she then said "I bet you hear all sorts of jokes relating to that, probably overused on you and not funny anymore. So I will spare you the trouble of hearing more jokes of the nature." Then as Anastasiya listened to her compliment on the 'Crimson art' she leaned back against a wooden crate holstering her whip, putting her hands at her side from the red jacket. And said sarcastically not very amused. "Well, aren't you that one Little Miss's Reject known as 'Little Miss Sadist.' And it only got to that because the two killed, and if you know how I operate, you know I go by an 'eye for an eye' its distasteful yet necessary since crime seems to still occur." Then hearing the last question she answered with. "No, it has not made life more appealing at all, since I have already continue to do what I have been doing for 8 years, it's simply made it a lot easier... And made it possible to deal with your two messes, there is the Mangler, tearing people apart, who just so happened to lose its arm... And now this little scummy criminal organization whose boss just so happened to get his hands on a card. I am not saying to intervene, since I read your card. But why? Why decide to make cards for people that want to tear each other apart already? It's human nature to go for selfish reasons, obviously those with selfless intent took them and are using it for the greater good, but a vast majority will use it and have already used it for malicious intent... Why did you put trust in mostly regular old joes to wield such power?"[/COLOR]


@Birdsie (Also to move the scene along besides what Elsa and Anastasiya are doing)

 

[IamNotLoki]

[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]As Anastasiya finally wiped the last of her tears, and began approaching the unconscious gangster on the floor. She was slightly caught by surprise, as she heard Elsa on the crate. Even more so, since obviously she was still on edge making sure no one was going to be ready to put a bullet in her skull. On top of that she was caught up in an emotional moment. Although the more she thought of it, if that woman was sitting up there the whole time or a decent amount of time, she already bore witness to that scene. Although if she was there, Anastasiya would have easily seen her, unless she snuck in carefully right then and there... Or she could either teleport, or could turn invisible... Nonetheless that didn't matter she made herself known and now Anastasiya had to say something. Her cold gunmetal blue eyes glared up, and saw her. She then said "I suppose you could say that, but it's more like I am using it to help me do this. To what I think is its current extent." She then asked curious, "So how long have you been so cozily sitting up there?" Adding some small hints of sarcasm in there. Listening to her add how she found her use of the Nemesis card interesting and how she wasn't judging it she brusquely stated. "That's probably bullshit, if your observing me for your 'Olympus group' you must be judging me on at least a superficial level. Probably taking note on how I use it and whatnot, not that I care all that much." As Anastasiya analyzed Elsa, there was something about her that was ticking her off slightly, so Anastasiya verbally was keeping her guard up not that she was making it THAT evident, but was nonetheless weary. Then she sort of retorted, "Also what would expect out of someone getting the Nemesis card exactly? Obviously I have piqued your interest with my usage of it, but if you heard the news in the past about what I have done before taking the ordeal of having the card, it would be pretty obvious that if you knew someone in that organization was placing the card for me to take, you should have known easily what I would do with it. Even the name I go by in my vigilante work, would be a dead giveaway." She then continued on with what she was going to do as she approached the unconscious gang member. She glanced up at Elsa and said "Don't worry, I am still listening, I just can't have this one waking up and risk either one of us getting shot right now, it wouldn't be fun for either of us. Also actually if you had a pen and paper on you that I could use, the next part should go quicker." With that, as she listened to Elsa speak introducing herself she stopped in her tracks as she was picking up some rope she found lying around, as she heard Elsa say she admired her "art" she sighed as she shook off the comment temporarily. As with her weakened empowerment as he was the only one left (going out on a limb and gonna say that Elsa has not done anything unless you would like to tell me otherwise or just have some other reason as to why it would not happen) she dragged the unconscious gangster by his collar to a metal pillar holding the place up and tied him around it as she took his weapons off his person. Then listening to her introduce herself as 'Elsa' Anastasiya quipped as she brushed back her blonde hair. "I got the idea you worked for the Olympus group at 'enjoying the powers we gave you' also Elsa? You really decided to name yourself after the woman from Fr-" she then stopped in her tracks as she then said "I bet you hear all sorts of jokes relating to that, probably overused on you and not funny anymore. So I will spare you the trouble of hearing more jokes of the nature." Then as Anastasiya listened to her compliment on the 'Crimson art' she leaned back against a wooden crate holstering her whip, putting her hands at her side from the red jacket. And said sarcastically not very amused. "Well, aren't you that one Little Miss's Reject known as 'Little Miss Sadist.' And it only got to that because the two killed, and if you know how I operate, you know I go by an 'eye for an eye' its distasteful yet necessary since crime seems to still occur." Then hearing the last question she answered with. "No, it has not made life more appealing at all, since I have already continue to do what I have been doing for 8 years, it's simply made it a lot easier... And made it possible to deal with your two messes, there is the Mangler, tearing people apart, who just so happened to lose its arm... And now this little scummy criminal organization whose boss just so happened to get his hands on a card. I am not saying to intervene, since I read your card. But why? Why decide to make cards for people that want to tear each other apart already? It's human nature to go for selfish reasons, obviously those with selfless intent took them and are using it for the greater good, but a vast majority will use it and have already used it for malicious intent... Why did you put trust in mostly regular old joes to wield such power?"[/COLOR]


@Birdsie (Also to move the scene along besides what Elsa and Anastasiya are doing)

Elsa held out her hands as if defending herself from Anastasiya's accusations.  "Ana, Ana... please..."  She closed her eyes and hopped off the crate, landing gracefully in front of the vigilante.  "I am not a cop and I don't work for the government.  I am not here to arrest you or call the police.  I have no interest in blackmailing you either, so you can put your guard down..."  Elsa smiled kindly.  "You don't like my Alias?  I picked it myself.  It's a German name for "God of Plenty"... or "God is bountiful"... I put a lot of thought into it..."  She explained.  Elsa raised her palms as if in a gesture of surrender.  "I told you, the Olympus group isn't here to judge anyone... we don't care about how you use your card.  Like we said in the note... the powers are a gift... a token of goodwill..."  Elsa's voice was deep and husky... smooth like a female Jazz singer.  She smiled with a hint of amusement as Anastasiya called her names.  "Little Miss Sadist, huh?  I suppose we're all a little bit sadist, Ana... why else would you use a whip when you can simply kill with a gun?  Less messy... less painful..."  Elsa looked down at Anastasiya with piercing eyes.  "Just admit it, you're doing this for kicks... you can't put it down.  It's addicting isn't it?  To watch people squirm and bleed as you overpower them?  It's fun, I know how it feels..." Elsa got close to Ana... almost kissing distance.  She whispered in her ear.  "Deep down you know that you love ripping men to shreds... their "crimes" are just justifications and excuses for you to spill their blood!"  Elsa's eyes lit up maniacally before she walked past Anastasiya.  "And... that's perfectly fine with us... we have no problems with it.  We don't care why you do what you do... I'm just glad you are using our product to it's fullest potential!"  Elsa smiled.  "Why trust regular joes with this power?  Let me think of a metaphor..."   She put a finger on her chin.  "Okay, Imagine a mother teaching her daughter to cook.  In your eyes you feel that the mother should keep the daughter away from the stove and the knives.  We believe that in order to teach you to cook, we need you to burn yourselves just a bit... you need to cut a  finger once in a while... you will never learn to cook if you never touch a knife..."  Elsa raised both shoulders.  "Does... that make sense, Ana?"

 

[The Omen of Death]

2 hours ago, IamNotLoki said:



Elsa held out her hands as if defending herself from Anastasiya's accusations.  "Ana, Ana... please..."  She closed her eyes and hopped off the crate, landing gracefully in front of the vigilante.  "I am not a cop and I don't work for the government.  I am not here to arrest you or call the police.  I have no interest in blackmailing you either, so you can put your guard down..."  Elsa smiled kindly.  "You don't like my Alias?  I picked it myself.  It's a German name for "God of Plenty"... or "God is bountiful"... I put a lot of thought into it..."  She explained.  Elsa raised her palms as if in a gesture of surrender.  "I told you, the Olympus group isn't here to judge anyone... we don't care about how you use your card.  Like we said in the note... the powers are a gift... a token of goodwill..."  Elsa's voice was deep and husky... smooth like a female Jazz singer.  She smiled with a hint of amusement as Anastasiya called her names.  "Little Miss Sadist, huh?  I suppose we're all a little bit sadist, Ana... why else would you use a whip when you can simply kill with a gun?  Less messy... less painful..."  Elsa looked down at Anastasiya with piercing eyes.  "Just admit it, you're doing this for kicks... you can't put it down.  It's addicting isn't it?  To watch people squirm and bleed as you overpower them?  It's fun, I know how it feels..." Elsa got close to Ana... almost kissing distance.  She whispered in her ear.  "Deep down you know that you love ripping men to shreds... their "crimes" are just justifications and excuses for you to spill their blood!"  Elsa's eyes lit up maniacally before she walked past Anastasiya.  "And... that's perfectly fine with us... we have no problems with it.  We don't care why you do what you do... I'm just glad you are using our product to it's fullest potential!"  Elsa smiled.  "Why trust regular joes with this power?  Let me think of a metaphor..."   She put a finger on her chin.  "Okay, Imagine a mother teaching her daughter to cook.  In your eyes you feel that the mother should keep the daughter away from the stove and the knives.  We believe that in order to teach you to cook, we need you to burn yourselves just a bit... you need to cut a  finger once in a while... you will never learn to cook if you never touch a knife..."  Elsa raised both shoulders.  "Does... that make sense, Ana?"




 






 






 






 






 






 






 






 






 

Anastasiya held her composure as Elsa dropped down ignoring the nickname given to her as she actually did not mind it. She smirked as Elsa once again repeated the similar lines that she did not care what she did. "You know, I am not deaf, I understood that fact the first time sweetheart. But that fact doesn't mean that an enigmatic person hiding with the enigmatic organization will always hide in the shadows you may say something, but only a fool would believe that that is the full truth of the matter. A half-truth is still a lie, and you seem to love to keep those true facts a secret, no sense of true transparency? Predictable. So no matter what you say, if you're going to hide in the shadows like that, it's hard to not put your guard up... Might want to improve that PR department of your's it does wonders to improving trust you know?" She added with stinging sarcasm at the end. With an unimpressed face, she said, "No, I did not say I did not like the alias. You obviously are misinterpreting what I am saying to you. All I simply said was that you probably get Frozen jokes a lot with that alias, I actually did you a favor by sparing you the trouble of a probably overused joke. And you know, you could say I was lazy enough to make an alias like Nemesis, especially having knowledge of the fact that that's the card you decided to bestow upon me." She then chuckled at her for telling her they were a gift or a token of goodwill, as she had put it. "Oh? Is that so? So I wonder what happened with the man who conjures up pitchforks out of nowhere and has glowing red eyes? I so truly wonder what kind of card that could have been!" She said with mock astonishment on her face pressing her hands on her face. Then in a bipolar change deadpannedly stated as she relaxed once again against the crate. "Yeah, giving the card for the devil is definitely considered a sign of goodwill... Goodwill my ass, unless apparently stigmas against burning in hell indefinitely have gone away since I last checked." Anastasiya could tell the woman reeked of deception, and manipulation. She could definitely hear it in her voice, and she was not going to giver her an inch, she was like a stone wall holding back a horde of words. Anastasiya smiled back slightly when she saw Elsa smile, this was a war of words now, both had seemingly been sizing each other up and now the true fight began. As it seems Elsa made the first jab about the 'Little Miss Sadist' comment, Elsa then began to question Anastasiya's choice of weapon, and accounted it for sadism. This was a simple thing to counter. Anastasiya simply closed her eyes and shook her head. And in a matter of fact tone, she glanced at her and said, "It's all in the persona my dear Watson." She then pointed to her head to emphasize her next point. "I took on the persona of a Nemesis like figure 8 years ago, now think about this carefully I hope you already know this, it's in the organization's name. Nemesis is the Greek Goddess, of Retribution, Vengeace, and Balance... Her symbol was a balanced scale with a sword, many statues of Nemesis are attributed to her wielding a scale and a sword. But there was a second object... A whip... So you see, I took hold of the whip and made it my own... Now it is my harbinger of justice. And you know, I actually may just be a bit of a sadist you're right... History has been defined by a certain love for violence.... The Roman Colosseum, Aztec public human sacrifices, Publicized medieval torture... You name it, the Greeks themselves made the whip one of the symbols for bringing down justice... So I suppose you could call them sadists too...." Then as Elsa began attempting to stare her down with piercing eyes, Anastasiya returned fire with her equally piericing in the moment cold gunmetal blue eyes. Anastasiya was not intimidated by her act, and had no intention on backing down. That's when Elsa once again attempted to assault Anastasiya and her values, not phased she simply smiled and said "You know, there have been studies done with special ops operators, and the study showed the following... That many of the operators who took part of the study, showed at least some traits of sociopathy... Which made them high functioning sociopaths, now I don't need to explain what these men do, but it showed that those men are able to do they're job so well because they have those traits... And that if they held no traits of sociopaths they couldn't do their jobs as efficiently... And guess what? Those men bust their ass's on a daily basis making sure foreign threats don't harm people here... The only enjoyment I get out of this, is the fact that I may be using whatever sociopathic, or sadistic traits for the greater good... Some people can't control them, and they end up as criminal scum. But someone has to bring down true justice... And if the police can't do it, then I will continue to do so. Also, I wouldn't go assuming I actually enjoy harming them like that, because if you truly knew me, you would know that it all has to do with a past that loves to remind me how shitty this world is. So before you go trying to mess with someone and their past, you might want to do some actual fucking research. Besides, all law enforcement must be thirsty for blood then... But I don't see blood everywhere now do I?" She said unrelentingly. Listening to her next statement made Anastasiya chuckle once more. "Sounds exactly like you are providing people the flames from which you can watch the world burn from... Hope you enjoy the pile of ashes that comes out of it, it provides great company I hear..." As Anastasiya listened to Elsa's metaphor, her face was smug as if she confirmed something. "Oh yes I understand, but that's the kind of talk that causes the world to tear itself apart... Humanity will take small cuts and burns and escalate it into suicide, oh how many ways a human being can disregard the number one instinct of self-preservation eh?" Glancing over at Elsa.

 

[IamNotLoki]

Anastasiya held her composure as Elsa dropped down ignoring the nickname given to her as she actually did not mind it. She smirked as Elsa once again repeated the similar lines that she did not care what she did. "You know, I am not deaf, I understood that fact the first time sweetheart. But that fact doesn't mean that an enigmatic person hiding with the enigmatic organization will always hide in the shadows you may say something, but only a fool would believe that that is the full truth of the matter. A half-truth is still a lie, and you seem to love to keep those true facts a secret, no sense of true transparency? Predictable. So no matter what you say, if you're going to hide in the shadows like that, it's hard to not put your guard up... Might want to improve that PR department of your's it does wonders to improving trust you know?" She added with stinging sarcasm at the end. With an unimpressed face, she said, "No, I did not say I did not like the alias. You obviously are misinterpreting what I am saying to you. All I simply said was that you probably get Frozen jokes a lot with that alias, I actually did you a favor by sparing you the trouble of a probably overused joke. And you know, you could say I was lazy enough to make an alias like Nemesis, especially having knowledge of the fact that that's the card you decided to bestow upon me." She then chuckled at her for telling her they were a gift or a token of goodwill, as she had put it. "Oh? Is that so? So I wonder what happened with the man who conjures up pitchforks out of nowhere and has glowing red eyes? I so truly wonder what kind of card that could have been!" She said with mock astonishment on her face pressing her hands on her face. Then in a bipolar change deadpannedly stated as she relaxed once again against the crate. "Yeah, giving the card for the devil is definitely considered a sign of goodwill... Goodwill my ass, unless apparently stigmas against burning in hell indefinitely have gone away since I last checked." Anastasiya could tell the woman reeked of deception, and manipulation. She could definitely hear it in her voice, and she was not going to giver her an inch, she was like a stone wall holding back a horde of words. Anastasiya smiled back slightly when she saw Elsa smile, this was a war of words now, both had seemingly been sizing each other up and now the true fight began. As it seems Elsa made the first jab about the 'Little Miss Sadist' comment, Elsa then began to question Anastasiya's choice of weapon, and accounted it for sadism. This was a simple thing to counter. Anastasiya simply closed her eyes and shook her head. And in a matter of fact tone, she glanced at her and said, "It's all in the persona my dear Watson." She then pointed to her head to emphasize her next point. "I took on the persona of a Nemesis like figure 8 years ago, now think about this carefully I hope you already know this, it's in the organization's name. Nemesis is the Greek Goddess, of Retribution, Vengeace, and Balance... Her symbol was a balanced scale with a sword, many statues of Nemesis are attributed to her wielding a scale and a sword. But there was a second object... A whip... So you see, I took hold of the whip and made it my own... Now it is my harbinger of justice. And you know, I actually may just be a bit of a sadist you're right... History has been defined by a certain love for violence.... The Roman Colosseum, Aztec public human sacrifices, Publicized medieval torture... You name it, the Greeks themselves made the whip one of the symbols for bringing down justice... So I suppose you could call them sadists too...." Then as Elsa began attempting to stare her down with piercing eyes, Anastasiya returned fire with her equally piericing in the moment cold gunmetal blue eyes. Anastasiya was not intimidated by her act, and had no intention on backing down. That's when Elsa once again attempted to assault Anastasiya and her values, not phased she simply smiled and said "You know, there have been studies done with special ops operators, and the study showed the following... That many of the operators who took part of the study, showed at least some traits of sociopathy... Which made them high functioning sociopaths, now I don't need to explain what these men do, but it showed that those men are able to do they're job so well because they have those traits... And that if they held no traits of sociopaths they couldn't do their jobs as efficiently... And guess what? Those men bust their ass's on a daily basis making sure foreign threats don't harm people here... The only enjoyment I get out of this, is the fact that I may be using whatever sociopathic, or sadistic traits for the greater good... Some people can't control them, and they end up as criminal scum. But someone has to bring down true justice... And if the police can't do it, then I will continue to do so. Also, I wouldn't go assuming I actually enjoy harming them like that, because if you truly knew me, you would know that it all has to do with a past that loves to remind me how shitty this world is. So before you go trying to mess with someone and their past, you might want to do some actual fucking research. Besides, all law enforcement must be thirsty for blood then... But I don't see blood everywhere now do I?" She said unrelentingly. Listening to her next statement made Anastasiya chuckle once more. "Sounds exactly like you are providing people the flames from which you can watch the world burn from... Hope you enjoy the pile of ashes that comes out of it, it provides great company I hear..." As Anastasiya listened to Elsa's metaphor, her face was smug as if she confirmed something. "Oh yes I understand, but that's the kind of talk that causes the world to tear itself apart... Humanity will take small cuts and burns and escalate it into suicide, oh how many ways a human being can disregard the number one instinct of self-preservation eh?" Glancing over at Elsa.

Elsa raised an eyebrow at Ana's spiel.  She closed her eyes and let out a hearty chuckle.  "My... my... looks like we've got off on the wrong foot here, Ana..."  She shook her head at Ana's accusations.  "Alright, If you see me as someone who might have ulterior motives, then go ahead and think so.  But I'm going to remind you once again that I work for an organization that has the preservations freedoms in mind... you might think it's poppycock but this entire program is dedicated to making you as free as you can be.  Now safety on the other hand isn't one of our directives.  A dog on a leash can never be free.  A child in the crib will never be free.  There is a difference between safety and freedom... we choose to stand for the latter..."  Elsa sighed.  "Think about this, Ana..."  Elsa walked around Ana.  "You could have done anything with your powers... you can use it peacefully without harming anyone at all, you could have used it to save someone you love... you could even have put it away and not used it at all..."  Elsa gave her a Mona Lisa-esque smile.  "But you chose to use this card for your... bloodstained hobby.  Even though you could have just carried on with your vigilantism without the help of our card, you decided to drag Nemesis into your crusade of "Justice""  Elsa made finger quotes on the word "Justice".  "Ha! Do you think that YOU are the goddess Nemesis?  That you are some sort of vengeful avatar that acts for her sake?  Please don't make me laugh..."  Elsa chuckled.  "Lets be frank with it, shall we?  You are a criminal... just like these..."  Elsa pointed at the corpses of the gang members slain.  "You may have illusions of honor and dignity... but in the end you are just like them!  If someone else had taken the Nemesis card, they may take it upon themselves to honor the goddess and take YOU down!"  Elsa smiled confidently.  "Lets drop the hypocrisies and accusations... and call this what it is.  It is a hobby of a deranged psychopath who managed to touch a Black Card and tap into it's most basic offerings.  If the fact that our organization gave these out to unsavory characters... then why not give it back to us?  I'm sure you can pretend to be Batman just fine without dragging Nemesis into your mess!"  Elsa held out a hand tauntingly.  "You can give back the card anytime you want..."

 

[Eagleye415]

Eddie Burrows
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Alexander, the support group's leader, looked out at the people gathered. They were all seated in a small auditorium in red velvet seats. He glanced up at the time and realized that there was only a few minutes left. Alexander scanned the crowd of people and spotted a man with short blonde hair. The man was well dressed in a black slacks, a sky blue button down shirt, and a black vest. But, his face was emotionless and there was a subtle hint of pain in his eyes.


"How about you, sir. We have time for one last share." Alexander said kindly and the short haired man looked up at him.He flinched at the sudden fire in the man's eyes before it dissipated.


Alexander moved from the podium as the man walked down the aisle. The blonde haired man stood behind the podium and gently rested each hand on either side of it. His face turned thoughtful for a moment before he spoke.


"My name is Eddie Burrows and I guess you could say I have an addiction." Eddie said.


A man in a red cap ran, constantly looking behind him. He caught a glimpse of Eddie and threw down a trash can, which the former cop easily jumped over. The red cap wearing man crashed the door of an apartment building and kept running. He flung doors open in the hopes of deterring the determined man. The red capped man saw only a large window at the other end of the hallway. He said a silent prayer, closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and jumped through. However, the man in the red cap landed badly and his head bounced off of a dumpster. Eddie jumped out after him and landed on his feet. He cringed as the shock wave of pain passed through his body. 


"Wait. Wait!" The criminal yelled desperately. "We can talk about this."


Eddie stood a few steps away and pulled out a sleek glock. He twirled it in his hand and pointed it at the man. "Not much for conversation." 


The criminal couldn't get a response off as a bullet was planted into the middle of his forehead. 


"I didn't always have it, but now that I do. I can't imagine life without it." Eddie said drumming his fingers lightly against the wood.


Eddie kicked in the door to an apartment and shot a man sitting on the couch. He ducked as another man tried to attack him. Eddie hit the man in the side of the head causing him to fall and shot him in the head. He dodged a shot by a man who had been cutting crack cocaine at the table. Eddie threw his pistol at the druggie's head and leaped over the coach, knocking the gun out of his hand. He uppercutted the man, making him stand to his feet, and grasped him by the throat. Eddie slammed the man against the wall before turning and throwing him through the table. He kicked his glock off of the floor into his hand and shot the downed man in his head.


"You see I don't see my addiction as a problem. Yes, it does hurt me. But, it only hurts me." Eddie said. "No one else is involved with it. Not anymore."


Eddie pressed down on the gas pedal as he sped after the drug lord ahead of him. The pick up truck he was using bumped into the back of the car and the man driving sped up. Eddie swerved easily past two cars before hitting the gas again and speeding up next to the car. He drove with his left hand and pulled his glock out of the holster with his right. Eddie pointed it at the drug lord, who suddenly turned on to another street. The former cop cursed his luck and took the next turn, determined to lose the man. 


Eddie just caught the car making another turn and swerved after it. They were almost to a harbor. This part of the city was mostly empty.  Eddie was gaining on the car once more and leaned his head out of the window. He was aiming for the drug lord, but then he spotted something in the distance. Eddie's face was covered in a malicious grin and aimed his gun at the car. With a precision shot, he shot the car's brakes. The drug lord now saw the approaching water and tried to hit the brakes as there were no turns. He panicked as he realized that they weren't working. Thinking fast, the drug lord said a prayer before throwing himself out of the door of the car. Eddie, who had watched the drug lord's escape, hit the brake just as the man was getting to a standing position and hit him with his car. The drug lord was thrown through the air into the water to drown.