Tierney//X-23 (notaweapon) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-09-10 02:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | tierney walsh |
Who: Tierney Walsh
What: Tierney comes up with a cunning disguise. Narrative
Where: Her apartment in Brooklyn.
When: Wednesday morning. (I keep falling asleep while writing this so it's late. Pretend it isn't.)
Rating: R for gore.
Usually Tierney was glad when someone gave her a job to do. It meant less time to think about pesky things such as the morality of the life-path she had chosen for herself. Sometimes, however, the jobs arrived at the most inconvenient of times.
The last day had been spent gathering information on her two targets, and then whilst she had some free time, sitting outside Ben's place of work. She was beginning to get a clear idea of who he was, and she didn't like it at all. And yet, he seemed for the most part completely unoffensive. Somehow that annoyed her even more.
Jennifer Hill and Joshua Blake. Superman and Batman. An interesting an potentially dangerous combination.
Both of them appeared to work for the Agency, while the tiny girl also spent an unseemly amount of time at a comic store, which had to mean she held some sort of employment there as well. In the time left over, she went to school, and presumably spent time studying. How the hell she had the time to be involved in brawls on the street, and annoy the Resistance was a complete mystery to Tierney. Still, it made her marginally more easy to keep track of. The main problem with this routine was that it was going to be fairly difficult to remove the nusiance away from the general public.
One thing she did know was that they were interested in District X showing up. From the way they spoke about it, it sounded like they'd probably try to visit more than once. Two DC superheroes had no business hanging out with whichever unfortunate mutants there were left living in one of the most reviled parts of New York that comic writers had managed to come up with. The idea of other reincarnates acting like fucking tourists in her world made her feel physically sick. If they did go there again, Tierney didn't particularly care how reckless it would be, she'd make her move then. Otherwise she had a little more time to plan.
Superman was still the problem though. So many people these days were turning up complete with powers that their alter ego possessed. Tierney had Laura's claws and a diminished healing factor. If that was anything to go by, then Jennifer would most certainly possess enhanced strength and perhaps speed. Tierney had already confirmed the girl's ability to fly. This meant that her claws were going to be her biggest advantage. Claws that she was always so careful to use only as a last resort. Everyone who had previously seen the bone protrusions was now dead, and with good reason. She didn't intend for news of them to travel around. They made it a little too easy to identify her.
But now there was someone who she was 95% sure had Wolverine sharing his headspace. Someone who was intending to keep this information to themselves. It was something that she could use for the moment, even if what she was about to do was going to be incredibly painful.
Sat in her cramped apartment, on a creaking bed the redhead picked up a length of wood from beside her and placed it in her mouth. Everything else was in position. The bowl filled with antiseptic. Bandages. Pliers. She bit into the wood at the same moment she extended her foot and forced the claw to pop out between her toes, skin ripping apart painfully as it did so. The claws in her feet were slightly larger than those in her arm, but the difference wasn't that noticible. She was counting on it. Fixing the pliers around the blood-covered bone, she took a breath, grit her teeth once more. These were the moments you found out who people were. What lengths they were willing to go to, just to earn some money. With her ankle held firmly over the other knee, she pulled, hard and fast at the claw. With that first jerk of her arm, she almost lost it. Not much had happened and already the pain was dizzying. Again. Laura never cared about the pain, only about what was necessary. Again!
Her hand moved automatically this time, gripping the pliers tighter between her fingers, trying to angle her arm in such a way to give her the best leverage, and then she yanked it. Tierney could feel the muscle tissue tearing away from the bone, ligaments snapping. She could hear the papery tear of skin as the larger parts of the claw sliced through her foot. But now it was free. Her foot was bleeding freely. No matter. There was an annoying keening sound, that sounded somewhat like a hurt kitten. She realised, much to her horror, that the noise was coming from her own throat. The bone was dropped into the bowl at her side. The wound was swabbed clean, bandaged up. She was quick at this last part, efficient. She'd taken care of herself after a good many fights. It was second nature to patch herself up now. In a couple of days you wouldn't even know she'd been hurt in the first place.
Tierney flicked her right ankle, the claw sprang from that foot, collecting blood on the way. It was a shame her healing factor wasn't as advanced as Laura's. She always bled more than was necessary. As she closed the pliers around this claw, she could feel it tingling along her foot, too aware of what was coming next. It was if her body was trying to make her more sensitive to these sensations in an effort to encourage her to give up. Neither Tierney, nor Laura were the type to give up. This time the bone came free in one go, with a little wriggling. The keening turned into a full throated scream as wood splintered into her tongue. Jesus, shit that hurt. How much more was it going to hurt to put them back in?
Replacing them in her hands was going to be a little more complicated, but she was pretty sure this would work. The first one, from her left foot was going to go in first. Point first to start with, just to make the hole a little easier. Stretching her fingers out, she placed it between the knuckles that didn't currently have a claw in residence, then began pushing it in. Thank God no one gave a crap about the noises that came from her abode, because her yells were becoming increasingly louder. This wasn't the short sharp burst of pain that had been involved with her feet. This was slow and careful, cutting cleanly between metacarpels a path down to the wrist and past it. Then she was pulling it out again, just to turn it around to force it back in blunt end first. Her other two claws popped out from under her skin to relieve the pressure as she pushed at the claw, only just missing her right hand. It allowed the foreign object to slide in a little easier down past her wrist. To push it the final hurdle, get it to settle properly in her forearm where she hoped it would adapt, and release at the same time as her other two claws, Tierney used a metal rod, slotted through the red hole in her hand. Sometimes it would scrape against the other bones in there, sending chills up her spine, but eventually, the new object was where it should be. All she had to do was hope it would heal. The other claws retracted, and she dipped the hand into the antiseptic. No use in catching an infection before she healed properly.
And there was still another arm to go.