winnie is a (ladycopper) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-17 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *narrative, winnie o'hara |
winnie comes out to play
Who: Winnie O'Hara
When: Recently
Where: Gotham sewers
What: turning rogue just in time for ra's party
Warnings: gruesome
“O’Hara! Get a move on.”
“Ugh, it’s disgusting down there.”
“Well, get your pretty girl galoshes and get your ass down here!”
It was a muggy night in August where the mist hung so heavy it felt like rain on the back of your neck. Winnie O’Hara was a fresh faced cop from a different city who knew only vaguely of how Gotham worked. She remember the cartoon the best. The red sky and black buildings. The blimps overhead that couldn’t shine through the fog. The real Gotham, this mess of crumbling decay, wasn’t anything like that. It was the kind of place cops like her had nightmares about. Where the mobs were bad, the crime was worse and she was sure she saw something move in the sewer below.
“Alright, alright.” Winnie stood over a sewer entrance at the edge of an old broken down factory. Some girl got murdered at the edge of the stream and a witness said he saw gang bangers run into the sewer without ever coming back out. The working theory was they went in there to hide until the coast was clear. It was stupid of them, of course, because it made them trapped little rats for the GCPD to catch. She liked an easy job. It was a nice change of pace from the work she was getting lately.
Her new partner was an older Irish man that reminded her of the guys her dad used to know. She even worked with one briefly and found them easier to trust than any of the new cops. What did her partner need with drugs or money when he was a single old guy on the verge of retirement? No, he was one of the last good ones, Winnie decided and part of her wished she was given someone that would try to sell her drugs just so she could turn him in.
“This sewer goes right through Ace Chemicals. That place gives me the willies.” Her partner said as they began sloshing through the old, disgusting sewer. Fumes hit her that she didn’t recognize. It smelt like chlorine and candy like a summer’s day by the pool and Winnie had to try really hard not to breathe it in deeper.
“That’s really fascinating.” Winnie said dryly and took another couple deep breaths. Part of her wanted to splash into that old, chemically rich sewer stream. She thought about running through the sprinklers and decided that if she ever found something spraying water down here? She’d accidentally bump right into it.
....
Man, what was she thinking?
“We should have brought masks.” Winnie said and she was sure she saw brightly colored dots ooze down from the ceiling. This right here was the happiest she had been since she arrived in the disgusting filth that was Gotham and she didn’t want to leave. Dad, don’t make her leave, okay?
“What?” Her partner (what was his name?) turned and shrugged. He didn’t seem to think this was all a bit strange. Maybe people from Gotham were immune to this shit? Maybe if she ate him she’d be immune to it, too? He probably tasted good. Like aged beef. A cow allowed to eat and run and hump until he was almost old enough to die. Winnie couldn’t remember the last time she ate or ran or humped and she wondered if her partner would want to do any of that with her.
“Masks. I need a new mask.” Winnie said, but he was gone. There was nothing there in the sewers anymore but her and those dots of blue and red and yellow. She stood there and smiled before wading into the water until it was up to her knees, her hips, her breasts. Her hand reached to pull her torn and split black hair out from its ponytail so it fell on her shoulders in a beautifully ruined tapestry of dark on pale. She slowly took off her GPD blazer and let it float away. Piece by piece, she let her clothing flow away. Shirt, bra, pants, panties, even her socks! All of it was gone and she felt so FREE swimming in this delicious water that smelt like candy and tasted like salt.
Deeper and deeper she swam, a pale body with black tentacles crawling through muggy green water. Oh, what was that little piggy’s name again?
“Stteeeeeeeeeeeeevveeen.” Winnie savored it, licking her lips through bubbling words. Swimming like how she imagined sneaky little crocodiles would. Eyes barely above the mucky, yucky salty goodness.
“O’Hara? I’m over here!” Her partner’s flashlight shined through the tunnel and she followed quietly in the water until she reached the platform he was standing on. Slowly she rose, her naked form emerging from the dirty water as Steve stood, shaking as he shined his flashlight on her bare body. “W-w-winne what are you doing?”
“When was the last time you felt good?” Winnie asked and she wasn’t Winnie anymore, was she? No, she was a daughter of the river now. “Steven. You gave your life for Gotham and what has it done for you? The police can’t be trusted, the gangs rule the city. Where’s your wife? Did she leave? When was the last time you fucked until you made a girl scream?” She carefully walked towards him, toeing at his big, important police boots as she pressed her dirty, wet body against his portly stomach that felt like a bag of dried vomit.
“Winnie, stop. Please, you can’t-” Steven tried, but she seized his mouth with hers and touched and kissed until he asked for more. She had never felt a man turn into putty in her hands. Turn to nothing and give into something that was oh so clearly wrong. She waited until he tried to touch her and then grasped his entire ear with her mouth, bit down and pulled until it started to rip. She loved that sound. Like ripping apart fried chicken skin. She slammed his head into the wall over and over. He screamed and she drank up the blood, biting open his cheek, his neck until she was covered in his blood and he couldn’t scream anymore.
The aged beef (or was he a piggy?) tasted good in her mouth once he stopped squealing. Her naked body straddled his dead portly one on the ground above the sewers and she smiled at his mangled face. She smiled until she could see what she had done. Oh god what had this fucking sewer made her do?
Blood bubbled out of the Siren’s mouth and she let out a scream.