Doors Sins: Halloween Event (doorssins) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-10-19 01:20:00 |
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Even as she felt the hooded man crumble underneath her, burned straight through bones to his core, the fairy stood there and allowed her flames to consume her until she was nothing more than ash as well. She had succeeded in some way in the end, at least. She had taken her victim, ripped through him, and burnt him to a crisp. In her last gasps before it all ended, she felt accomplishment, joy, pride before one final wave of anger knocked through her. In a brilliant flash of light, both she and her victim were little more than memories, though the light show lasted for little more than a second. If one blinked, the entire spectacle could have been missed. Fire, fire, fire, then nothingness. Darkness. The end. Who emerged from the fire, though, was not the fiery imp, but a young woman. Stephanie Brown blinked back into consciousness, and she felt like she had been hit by a truck. She could barely push herself off the couch in her living room of her apartment just down the street from Gotham U. She had been over here before, working on assignments for her classes, but that did not explain why she felt so tired. What the hell? She hadn’t gone out on patrol, unless she was sleep-patrolling or something, but then she would still be in the cowl if she was. Her head was hammering, and she felt a strange lingering anger in her muscles. Like she was boiling from the inside out. And, that was when it all hit her like a train, the events of the night before. Walking around on fire, burning someone to death. She had let someone die. Someone died by her own hands. She barely had time to run from her living room to the kitchen sink before her stomach wretched out its contents until she was dry heaving. The back of a shaky hand wiped away at the corners of her mouth while she ran the faucet. How could she have let this happen? Why couldn’t she control herself? Was she really that angry? It frightened her to know that underneath the surface, all this pissed of rage burned and boiled, waiting for the spark of ignition to set off the bomb. That was it, wasn’t it? She was just an angry damn thing, prone to burying her problems instead of dealing with them. Maybe it was Riddler finally getting to her with all of his antics, but maybe it was all there originally anyway. She was her father’s daughter, after all, and last night proved it all to be true. She wasn’t cut out to be one of the good guys, that much was true. Clearly, she just needed to let herself burn and take whoever down with her. That is ridiculous, Nick chided her, not entirely sure what happened last night for either of them. Stephanie, do not let this affect you like this. You are better than that. Steph, for her part, rolled her eyes with a vicious frown, and strolled to push Nick out through the other side of the door. After multiple attempts of back and forth, Steph resigned with a frustrated sigh and a thrown book across the living room. Fine, if he wanted to leave her in there, she would stew and stew with her guilt and disgust towards herself. And that was what she did, curled under the covers of her bed and glued to the forums. Hopeful that the man she killed would actually be okay. Stranger things had happened in Gotham, after all. |