Who: Russel Gunn & 'Sharon' Shathra (NPC) When: Wednesday Evening Where: Somewhere in the south of Massachusetts What: Russ goes to meet with his friend again, but she isn't too happy with him asking for so many favors, so what does she do? Fuck Russ up more than he already is! Woo!
Russ had called in again to his 'dear friend' and left the Lair without so much as a word to anyone. Not that anyone would care if he left, or cared where he was going, or cared what would happen to him, or cared to go with him to make sure he would be ok. Nobody cared about Russel Gunn, which probably would make this night a bit less of a bother.
He had decided that the FoH needed another kick in the pants to know that the Brotherhood was still around although you could hardly call them 'around' anymore. Thats what aggravated Russel the most. The fall of the leader always leads to a united groups eminent downfall unless quickly succeeded. Mystique vanished. Typical, Russ thought, actually. And Pyro was off playing house with his new wife. What a disgusting happy ever after that was. No one was left in the lair but that Ian fellow and the aggravating Elinore from the med-lab and her children. Freakshow and whats-her-name were still off in LA, at least PLANNING on coming back, Dom and Cait were off infiltrating the FoH, rather poorly so Russ thought, and he could barely tolerate any of them anyway. The only one Russ even cared to be close to had locked himself up since Magneto's death and would hardly speak to him. Russ often wondered why he was still around and didn't skarker off and become a gypsy like he had for all those years. Live off what he could con and steal, maybe meet up with Scarlet again, if he could ever track her down. He was probably wrong to come unarmed this time. Shathra was a bitch. A bitch with super powers unlike he had ever seen. Endless holds on the very fabric of darkness and space and time.
But no, right now he was just bored. Finished with the waiting game and restless. He thought about giving the robotic-handed lass a call but decided against it. Chances were she didn't even remember him anyway. So he dressed as he typically did, women's work suit, a pair of high-helled boots, and slipped on some very nice, dark lipstick and eyeshadow, and sped off in his stolen car. According to what he heard Shathra had scurried off to Massachusetts since their last meeting. He wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing his old, rather creepy, friend again but it was worth a shot at some information.
It was a small town post office. Sort of in the middle of nowhere, away from the big cities. A decent enough sized building. Mostly a middle-man HQ where packages would be shipped only to be shipped someplace else. He stepped inside the darkened, powerless building and sighed a little. The front lobby seemed to have been torn apart by what looked like a pack of wild hounds at least ten feet tall. He stepped through the scattered envelopes and papers all over the floor, and then over the body of a mail-carrier. He ventured deep into the depths of the building till he came to a large filing room. "Why must you almost make it hard to locate you?"
The shadowy figure turned, looking down from her perch atop one of the large filing walls, body nearly lost in the shadows of the building. All lost in the darkness but her glowing red and blue eyes and magnificently eerie, huge wings that seemed to shimmer even in the darkness. "I warned you..." Her voice, a buzzing of male, female and insect, needle-like teeth glowing blue.
"Yes, yes I know, but you see love, you are my link to the real world, yes? No come on. Do us a favor and tell me something good."
Russ took a sudden step back as in a flash of less than a second she was off her perch, and on the floor a few feet in front of him, the shadow making her look twice her size. He quickly lifted his hands. "Love, honestly, must we do the song and dance? I'd much rather watch shows than-"
"Quiet! You abuse your contacts with no regards towards putting them at risk during these most stressing times." She buzzed, hollow red and blue eyes narrowing on him now.
Russ sighed, trying to hide his nerves and quiet the other three Russ' in the room. "Alright, would it help if I apologized? Here see?" The transvestite opened his suit jacket to her. "I even came unarmed."
"Your biggest mistake." Those were the last buzzing words Russ heard before a sudden flash seemed to fill the inside of his head. The room glowed and melted together, spinning and contorting, Shathra standing in the middle of it all in all her dark glory, gigantic wings spread wide, slender pitch black naked body shimmering with violet, her face human but mouth filled with rows of needle teeth, her skin replaced with a thick layer of exoskeleton, hair made of squirming tentacles that seemed to move on their own. As the room spun and seemed to contort into itself, ever single voice Russ had ever had in his head decided to speak up, all at once. Yelling, shouting, screaming, laughing, joking, accusing, heckling, taunting, judging. Each entity standing in a massive circle around Russ. He looked from one image to the other, visualizing people that were not there.
It was not long after that did the people around him began to melt, ever single voice gurgled as their forms liquefied into black ooze that started to pool around Russ feet...then start to pull him in. He cried out but no sound was heard, up to ooze now to his waist, the world sinking away from him. Insects bubbled and crawled around in the goop he was sinking into.
She stood there, watching Russ sink away into his own mind, crumbled on the floor. Those two horrible hollow, pupil-less red, shimmering red and blue were the last things Russ saw before he blacked out.