blackholly (blackholly) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-09-23 11:33:00 |
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Narrative - PUBLIC DISPLAY OF MUTANT POWERS
Characters: Holly Black
NPCs: Lisa of the Black Dahlias
Location: Gas Station - Just a mile from the Xavier School
Timeline: Monday, Sept. 23
Description: The first of the Black Dahlias has come for Holly.
Rating: R (language, violence)
Holly stood there, minding her own business. Hand on the gas nozzle, filling up the tank to her crappy Chevy. She knew she should have stayed home. Or at least brought Walt with her. Going out and about, away from the school was dangerous now. Cut had put a hit out on her and all the Dahlias would be coming out of the woodwork just to find her. But staying inside and playing by the rules, even her own, were not Holly's style. So she had made a trip out to the city and stuck to mostly public places. So far no incidents. It was on her way back to the school from the city she noticed her tank was low and pulled into a small station just a mile away from the school.
As a mutant with the power to draw upon 'emotional' energy, Holly could feel this gas station in particular was a special one, being so close to the school. She could sense every frustrated student whose car broke down, or the pair that had chose this for their meeting spot. She felt the fear and bravery of the clerk who once was held up at gun point by a desperate criminal. The elected official having a passionate romp in the bathroom with a hooker. All those emotions were buried there. Which was good because Holly was going to need them.
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There was a tiny little crackle. The lights around Holly seemed to bend in in the very air as Lisa came out of nowhere. There was a loud crack like a lightning strike, but without the thunder as Holly felt the punch check her in the gut and she flew backwards, slamming into the gas pump, cracking the glass.
Lisa, of the Black Dahlias appeared out of nowhere, as if the world around them simply bent to accommodate her presence. Light, space, time and matter simply making room for her. Another fist and a crack and Holly felt herself smash through the gas pump and slide across the concrete on her back. The alarm sounded as the gas pumps activated their emergency shut-down.
Faster than light, Lisa was there, bending down and grabbing Holly by her leather jacket and lifting her up. Holly spat the blood in her mouth on the parking lot blacktop. "Heya Lisa. Long time no see."
"You should have listened to Cut, Hol. This ain't gonna be fun." came Lisa's rich, mocha tone. Probably the most beautiful sound that had ever been made on the planet. An equally has horrible. Her entire body was a catastrophic mix of beauty and horrific power.
"No, it ain't." Holly replied, lifting her hand as pink energy zapped to her hand, rising up out of the ground. That prostitute and politician's pleasure and guilt provided a nice, heavy duty sledge hammer made entirely of hot pink energy as Holly swung it up, colliding with Lisa's head.
"Ah! Bitch!"
The two girls were separated now, but not for more than an instant. Another crack and Lisa was in front of Holly again like she'd never left and a blurry furry of fists came at Holly. The pink-haired girl raised an arm, a wall of hot pink rising up to block them. She swung the hammer again, but this time hit nothing as Lisa hissed out of existence just as the hammer swung right through where her mid-drift should be. Another lightning fast grab and Holly's hair was in Lisa's hand and she felt herself being swung and grunted in pain as she smashed through the gas station glass door and knocked over a shelf of snacks.
Lisa stomped into the station, looking around. BLAM! Suddenly a wrecking ball of pink energy rammed itself up and through the mess of fallen snack foods, sending the woman across the station and into the line of refrigerators. Holly stood up, wiping the platinum blonde and pink strands from her face.
"Ho-yeah! This is gettin' good! C'mon sista! Hit me like I know you wanna!!!"
Holly sprinted across the station, jumping and bringing down the huge sledge-hammer.
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Half an hour later, when the police arrived, the gas station interior was little more than a few standing shelves, sparking light fixtures hanging from one wire and cracked floor and tile everywhere. The unconscious clerk had been taken to the hospital. Lisa and Holly, both gone. Holly had driven back to the Xavier school and climbed out of her old Chevy and walked up towards the building, wiping the blood away from her face and lighting up a cigarette.
"Fucking bitch."