Sara Lance (taer_alsafer) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-08-26 14:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, michael guerin, sara lance (white canary) |
Who: Sara Lance and Michael Guerin
What: Sara fights the Paradooms
When: August 14th, during the Apokolips plot
Where: In front of Sara's apartment/bar
Ratings/Warnings: High for character death, blood and whatnot
Status: Complete
Laurel had told Sara that sometimes the weather in the Orange County got a little funky, so Sara had tried to not think anything too much about it, which was easy to do with Michael there to distract her from the weird weather. She was more nocturnal than not these days, but with how hard it had been storming and the fact that she wasn’t expected in the coffee shop in the morning, Sara hadn’t had much trouble falling asleep after she and Michael had taken to distracting themselves from the howling winds outside.
She wasn’t sure what had waken her up when she came to. She was a light sleeper, so it could have been anything, but she laid in bed, under Michael’s arm, very still, using all her senses to try to figure it out.
From far away, she thought she heard a scream, and she frowned to herself. It could have just been the howling of the wind, but no… no, she was certain it was a human scream. This time, it was louder, closer. She rolled carefully out from under Michael’s arm so as to not wake him, and quickly got changed into the clothes she had been wearing the night before.
Michael was used to how strange the weather could be. He usually just ignored it and went about his life. Which meant a night with Sara. He had missed her over the months she had been gone. Even if he found himself growing close to two different men right now, that didn’t mean he couldn’t still have his fun with Sara. Plus he knew he didn’t have to worry about strings or feelings with her. It was just fun.
He felt her get out of the bed. His eyes opened slightly, seeing her put her clothes back on. Michael sat up, fully opening his eyes. “Trying to sneak out on me? I thought we were past that,” he quipped the usual smirk on his face.
“It’s my apartment, where am I going to go?” Sara teased lightly. Another scream, though this one cut off sharply. Sara frowned, turning toward the door. “I just… I need to go check something out,” she said, reaching into her closet. She didn’t have time to get dressed in her vigilante outfit, but she did have time to grab the sonic device that had come from her dreams. “Stay here.”
She did make a point. Which was why it made no sense that she had snuck out of bed and gotten dressed. “Check what out?” Michael asked clearly confused. But Sara was already on her way out the door.
Well okay then. Michael sighed climbing out of the bed himself. If Sara thought he was just going to sit there and wait for her, she clearly didn’t know him as well as he thought she did.
Sara hadn’t managed to run more than ten steps out of her building before she saw it, towering above her - it was easily seven feet, at least. It’s skin was dark, its hair was white, and it wore some sort of red armour, with long-batlike wings coming from its back and razor sharp horns and spikes coming from its face and forearms.
No wonder people were screaming. Sara probably should have been too. “You’re uglier than I expected,” she said instead, and when it swung at her, Sara let her body follow its own instincts.
Sara, Sara here, had never learned to survive on a death trap of an island, or learned the ways of killing from Nanda Parbat, but her dreamself had, and those skills had, at some point, transferred over to the real world. Sara easily backflipped out of its reach, taking in her surroundings as she went, looking for something, anything she could use as a weapon. She just barely reached the rebar before the creature attacked her again, and she held it up to shield herself from the blow. The demon’s forearms spike cleaved it neatly in two, but she managed to jam one end of it into the creature’s glowing, red eye. She swung for the second one, taking a keen sense of pleasure in its scream of pain, but had to abandon the attack when a laser beam shot out of its remaining eye, and she just barely managed to dodge it.
By the time Michael got dressed and outside to find Sara she was in the middle of fighting some creature. His eyes widened. “What the-”
Before he could even get the sentence out the creature came at Michael swinging at him and knocking him to his feet before he even had a chance to use his powers. Hell he could barely even process what was happening. He lifted his hand, still needing it to assist in his telekinetic powers. Sure he could do some things with just his mind but nothing this big. He focused in on the creature, ready to throw it aside.
Shit. What the hell was Michael doing outside. He'd drawn the attention of the monster that Sara had been trying to fight, and before she had time to react, it had thrown him clear and was going after him again.
Sara didn't have time to think, or to plan. All she knew was that she had to get Michael out of the way. The monster was fast, faster than Sara would have expected from its size, but she was closer. She rammed her shoulder into Michael, knocking him out of the way, taking the hit. The demon's forearm spike ran straight through her, severing her spine and emerging out of her back with a spray of blood.
The one saving grace was that the injury was severe enough that Sara's mind couldn't process it; she couldn't feel it, just a sudden cold, her and her mind wasn't clouded with pain. Once the monster was done with her, it would go after Michael, and she had to find a way to make sure that that wouldn't happen.
Her hands were shaking when she grabbed her shook almost so much that they were useless as she reached for the choker at her neck, turned it to full blast, and screamed in its face, trying to ignore the taste of copper in her mouth that was a sure sign of internal bleeding. The windows in the building and the nearby cars shattered.
The monster bellowed as well - at least, she assumed it did. It opened its mouth, but whatever sound it tried to make was swallowed by the sonic device. It flung her loose and flew frantically away, and she sailed through the air before hitting the brick wall of the bar she slept above, and she fell to limply to the ground, a smear of blood showing where she'd hit.
Just as Michael was about to move the creature away with his mind, Sara set off some sort of sound. The ringing in Michael’s ears was so bad that he felt slightly dizzy. It took a few minutes for that to subside. Once it did the creature was gone and Sara was lying on the ground, bleeding profusely.
“Shit!” Michael cried out rushing over to Sara. He knelt down beside her. “Sara!”
Sara's fingers were wet with blood, and she couldn't make them stop shaking. She couldn't tell if it was from the lack of blood, or the cold, or because she was scared. She was scared. She knew there was no way that she was going to survive this.
When Michael appeared, she reached for him, fingers curling in his shirt, and it took everything she had to not start crying, begging Michael to help her, to not let her die, to stay with her.
"You need to run, Michael. You need to hide. You can't, you can't be out here."
“No!” Michael cried out, tears stinging his eyes. “I’m not leaving you.” He looked around frantically there had to be a way to get her some help. The streets were overrun but he didn’t care. He’d find a way.
“You have to hang on!”
Sara had no delusions about how this was going to end. She was already so cold, could feel the life pouring out of her. She let go of Michael’s shirt, lifting a blood-stained hand to his cheek.
“Michael, go,” was all she could manage, before her hand fell and her other hand loosened its grip on his shirt, and Sara felt no more.
“No,” he choked out, a lump forming in his throat. He knew what was coming. There was no way in hell he would let her die alone. “Sara,” he said, placing a hand on the side of her face. Tears fell from his eyes as he felt the life drain out of her.