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Post by hel on Jul 12, 2012 19:31:24 GMT -5
His cape billowed around his legs, covered with black, like the rest of him. He brought his fist up to knock it into the robber’s jaw line, showing no traces of emotion when it cracked. He twisted around and his booted foot found the back of another robber’s knee. His fist slammed back over his shoulder and collided with a woman’s face, the crack of her nose, half skeletal and half skin, rippling across the silence. The timbre roughness of his growling rasp spilled into the silence surrounding the pair, “Perhaps you should rethink sneaking up on me.”
The peeling paper thin, ghost white half skull face of the goddess twisted into a smirk as the area around her smashed nose began to heal. The skin had rotted and fell away leaving only the skull and an empty eye socket, while the other half of her face was that of a slightly pretty young woman, milky blue eye smirking. That side of her face had beautiful midnight black locks falling across her ghost white shoulders, lean and slim, while the other side had no hair sprouting from its dreadful skeleton. Her silky smooth voice crept across the air to where it caressed his ear and she smiled when a shudder traveled up his spine, “I suppose I should, shouldn’t I, Mr. Wayne?” Despite the inches between them the macabre figure felt the hero of Gotham’s body stiffen and a tense wave of apprehension drifted into the air around him, the lightning sparks of navy emanating from around his stone stiff body as his hooded head turned toward her easy smirked face. “You’re wondering how I know, am I correct?” Her blue eye shone in the pale light of the waning half-moon. When Batman’s head nodded stiffly, the goddess’s evil chortle echoed through the air making him cringe slightly, actually cringe. “I can read into you like an open book, Bruce Wayne! You should fix that little problem.” She winked at him, that milky, would-be-pretty sky blue eye closing for a brief moment before snapping right back open.
Batman’s dark eyes, nearly black in the pale light of the ghostly moon, narrowed at the goddess wearing that snow white dress and slighter dark, yet still white, hooded cloak that fell slightly into her face, shadowing her one eye and the empty socket. Her red lips twisted into a cruel smirk as Bruce Wayne’s gloved fists clenched and cracked at his sides. The peeling skull was just the beginning of her terrifying appearance. At the middle, between the skull and human flesh, her ghostly pallid skin flacked and was peeling like sunburn. Even the side of her smirking lips, fading to the skeleton side of her face, was darkened with grey. The macabre sight of the disturbed goddess almost made the man clad in the black bullet proof armor want to cast his dark, seemingly black eyes, away from Death’s Voice, or more formally known as Hel.
xx. WRITTEN BY PAN! .xx
The memory of that day was still strong in the goddess's mind. An easy smirk crawled onto her half skeletal face. She was undaunted by the stares of the passing citizens. Nor by the flinches that snapped through their features as they caught sight of that dark empty hole. But when she snapped that gleaming blue eye upon them, the other half of her face hidden by the hood of her cloak, they dropped to their knees and withered in pain, crying out for mercy and forgiveness for giving her those looks. But she could care less about the looks, she just want to hear their screams. |
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Post by Hailey Heart on Jul 12, 2012 20:06:13 GMT -5
Hailey walked down the streets, looking around, not really watching anything. She sighed slightly, Bruce on her mind. She remembered the brutal attack on her mind by someone he called Hel. She continued to walk, bending down to pick up a disregarded beer bottle. She sighed and walked to a trashcan, tossing the bottle in. She didn't notice the woman with the half bone face, and the lifeless black eye socket. She sighed, and sat down on a bench, enjoying the chilly breeze. She adjusted her long sleeved navy blue shirt, shifting it around making it more comfortable. She looked down at her black combat boots, the only shoes she owned, but she would be buying more soon, when she got her dress for the party at Tony Stark's house. Sitting there, for some reason, memories of one of her near death experiences came drifting back to her.
---Memory---
She was pressed her back against a wall, a dangerously serrated dagger pressed to her throat, a small line of blood already dripping down her neck from it having sliced her slightly already.
One of her eyes, the right, was swollen painfully shut. She stared ahead, not seeing the man holding the knife, but knowing who it was.
She felt the knife lifted from her throat, and being kicked forward, falling to her knees and then to her face. Her head slamming into the unforgiving concrete. She winced slightly, but made no sound.
Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her wrists sliced and bleeding. She felt the pressure of a boot on her back, and winced as her captor slammed it down after lifting it briefly.
She coughed, and he had laughed, cruel and tormenting. He had lifted his boot, only to slam the steel toe into her side. She felt a rib crack, and hated herself for crying out. The pain on her face reflected back to her in the pool of her crimson blood. Breathing was hard, as every breath was agony, and sucking in half a mouthful of her own blood.
She had spit it out, feeling the pressure of the blade back, only this time it was centered between her shoulder blades. She yelped uncontrollably as the blade was forced through her skin, hitting her spine and going no further. The man laughed as she winced in pain again, blood running off both sides of her back, flowing like the red rivers of biblical myths.
She cringed, as the pool spread farther from her on the cold cobblestoned floor. She felt a tear slide down her face, mixing with the blood from her bleeding face. It dripped into the pool, stained red.
---Memory End---
She shivered, remembering it all. Not knowing what had called that particular brutal attack to her mind... |
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Post by hel on Jul 12, 2012 21:04:47 GMT -5
Bruce Wayne’s baritone rasp betrayed the slight annoyance that rippled through his broad shouldered, muscular body, “Get out of here Hel, before I decide to kill you.” Beneath the gloom of his mask, tipped with bat like ears, his dark eyes narrowed. I think not hissed Hel’s voice in Bruce’s head and she leaped forward, two ridged daggers screeching, small sparks flying, as they were ripped free from their scabbards. He twisted out of the way, his leg trailing behind tripping her and crouching, ready, as she fell to the ground, ghostly white, boney knees scrapping against the ground. She leaped up, blades slashing the air as Bruce barely avoided them by stepping back and over to the right. Her one eye blazing as his fist slammed into her skinny stomach, but a wicked smile came upon her face when her dagger slipped easily into his chest, at the base of his ribcage. Bruce bit back a groan as his strong hand grasped her hand and wrenched the dagger out and plunging it into her chest, falling to his knees as she screeched, small bony hands clutching at her chest as black liquid flowed out between her fingers. As she vanished, Bruce groaned and cupped his gloved hand around the wound, maroon blood spilling out between his fingers. He swallowed, but was unable to stop the blood and bile from coming up into his mouth. He spat it against the rooftop and it spattered against the roof. He rose on shaky legs, darkness coming to the edge of his vision. Somehow he managed to jump off the building, using the cape. He walked through the dark alley only to weaken and fall to his knees, feeling weaker than ever before.
xx. WRITTEN BY PAN! .xx Hel found her one eye on a woman, Hailey Heart, the love of Bruce Wayne. A sick smile crept across her face, making her eye shine. She had shoved the memory into Hailey's mind to warn her that Death's Voice was here, but Hailey didn't seem to know why. She slipped the vision of her attacking Bruce and him defending himself into her head and watched, hoping and eager to see the girl's pain. |
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Post by Hailey Heart on Jul 12, 2012 21:23:55 GMT -5
She sighed and shivered as she felt another scene popping into her head. She knew as soon as it started that she had never seen this before, and someone, whom she did not want to deal with, was messing with her mind.
---What She Saw--
Bruce was fighting one who could only be Death's Voice. Or the Goddess of Death. Or as Hailey knew her Hel. Bruce was dodging her and two wicked blades, narrowly missing every blow.
Finally she landed one in his chest...Bruce winced and ripped the blade free, slamming it into Hel's chest, pitch black blood flowing from the wound.
Bruce staggered away, bleeding, covering his chest.
---End---
She shivered, pain and sorrow on her face. She knew then that Hel was near, and she was alone. Completely at her mercy. She shivered as the thought passed through her mind. |
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Post by hel on Jul 12, 2012 21:29:32 GMT -5
Hel laughed cruelly, the sound echoing in Hailey's brain. She snickered and snarled, "He doesn't love you, he never did, never will." laughed Death's Voice, the white hood shading her eyes as she stared right at Hailey. "You're worthless to him. He's just like Rogers, he'l love you and then rip out your heart." |
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Post by Hailey Heart on Jul 12, 2012 21:43:01 GMT -5
She froze as she heard Death's Voice's laughter in her head. She shook her head as she spoke. Looking around, trying to find her. She shivered, craning her neck as she said he never loved her, and he never will. You're wrong!" She shouted in her mind, pain in her mental voice. Was she right? Was Bruce just like Steve? Would he just throw her away like yesterdays garbage too? She tried to push these thoughts from her mind, but it was as if someone was forcing them to stay. |
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Post by hel on Jul 12, 2012 21:51:09 GMT -5
Hel laughed, "Am I, Mistress Liberty? Am I? Listen to this." She shoved a thought that was made to sound like Bruce's voice, into Haiey's head. His thought rasped, after Hailey's own voice said "I Love you", 'I can never love you and i never will". Hel laughed cruelly at her joke, "See, Hailey Heart?" She sneered. |
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Post by Hailey Heart on Jul 12, 2012 22:00:41 GMT -5
She shook her head, not wanting to believe her as Bruce's voice echoed in her head. No! It's not true! She screamed, hating how she knew all of her weak points. Her heart still tender from Steve shattering it. She shuttered after Bruce's voice faded from her mind. It wasn't true, she wouldn't believe it. It wasn't true! But was it? She looked for her again. [/color] |
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Post by hel on Jul 12, 2012 22:16:19 GMT -5
"Do you need to hear it again?" hissed Hel, shoving it into Hailey's brain again. Her smile was sinister as her crooked teeth could be seen in her smile. ((cant stop laughing, and writers blockXDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD)) |
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Post by Hailey Heart on Jul 13, 2012 0:36:55 GMT -5
She shook her head. Not wanting to hear it again, feeling as if a knife was being slammed into her heart. "It's not true!" She whispered. She didn't want to believe it, her pain turning into a bubbling anger at Hel. "Show yourself Coward!" She shouted, angry now. [/color] |
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Post by hel on Jul 13, 2012 0:49:19 GMT -5
Hel laughed, and sent her another fake thought. How can I love her? it was thought with bitterness and another thought joined it, How can anyone love her? Both spoken in Bruce's rasping voice. |
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Post by Hailey Heart on Jul 13, 2012 1:09:22 GMT -5
She shook her head. "Stop it!" She screamed. "It's not real!" She stood from the bench, turning in a circle; looking for her. She didn't want to believe it, but was it possible that it was? She tried not to feel it, but a small part of her heart broke again. "Show yourself!" She challenged. "Fight me!" She shouted into the air, her breath foggy in the air. She clenched her fists in rage, not caring if she was hurt, as long as she could make this bitch pay for messing with her head. [/color] (XD she is thinking she is a bitch...) |
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Post by hel on Jul 14, 2012 16:07:20 GMT -5
Hel chuckled and seemed to appear behind Hailey, ghost white cloak brushing around her feet as a sudden wind rushed through downtown Manhattan. The white hood blasted into the goddess's sinister features, shielding her seeing milky blue eye from sight. Hel's voice murmured, "Perhaps you should listen to me, Miss Heart, you should go back to where it is you live and just forget about Mr. Wayne. He doesn't want you. He doesn't love you." |
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Post by Hailey Heart on Jul 14, 2012 16:20:39 GMT -5
She spun around, clenching her fists at her sides. She looked into Hel's visible side of her face, the bone white, dead side. She only flinched slightly, and only a small trace of fear made it to her eyes. "You're wrong!" She tried to stop her voice from trembling, and it only did slightly. She didn't want to believe her, and she could not go back to SHIELD, not yet. Not now. She didn't want to. She let her eyes flicker away from her empty socket. She couldn't forget Bruce, even if she wanted to. "I won't believe you." She said in a softer, yet still dangerously defiant tone. [/center] |
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Post by hel on Jul 14, 2012 17:12:28 GMT -5
Hel snickered, and quick as lightning, her black dagger slashed across arm. The white goddess twisted away before she could see if the slash actually touched Hailey or not. She snarled, blue eye glinting, "You don't do you? Well it's the truth, whether you'd like to believe it," the goddess's macabre features twisted into an easy smirk, her crooked and rotted teeth showing in a toothy grin filled with malice, "or not."
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