Alex
Old Wounds Never Heal
"You're OK! I'm at Dragon's. Where are you? No, you come here. I was so scared!" I'll be there in a bit. I need to stop by my place real quick. I...
Really need to talk.
Putting her phone away she opened a portal home. Stepping in, she changed real quick and was preparing to leave when she noticed a figure behind her.
"Brother. You're not welcome here," she muttered, eyes narrowing.
In response he drew his sword, moving in a blur. Alex followed the point of the sword, seeing a message etched into her wall.
You're coming with me, like it or not. By force, if I must. Alex could imagine the smirk behind his mask, and her heart was beating fast. There was no point in talking, that was obvious.
Sorry, Rox, I got a problem holding me up, she thought to herself as she drew her sword from her back.
Clangs of metal on metal contact rung through the room moments later as Alex desperately fended off the onslaught of attacks.
But just as she thought she was going to get in the perfect counter, there was a flash of light and suddenly she was surrounded.
Opening a portal beneath her feet, Alex fell onto the streets outside, Rend following after her quickly, more copies appearing with him.
"What's wrong? Afraid to fight me entirely by yourself?" She growled. Her answer was the copies stopping, and their fight continuing.
Alex was evenly matched in skill with the blade, but Rend had some advantage, always moving just perfectly to evade her attacks or slip past her defenses. They were matched on mobility, able to jump around the City at will, except Alex was slightly faster on her feet.
The fight seemed like it would be endless, as the sounds of their clashing blades filled a rundown section of the City.
Lucky sat up slowly, staggering to her feet and stumbling towards the kitchen. Spying Anomaly still passed out on the couch, she snorted slightly.
In the middle of making eggs, she paused as she heard... Something. It didn't seem like a normal sound, and it was faint as if it was coming from outside.
Finally throwing the eggs off the burner, she pulled her curtain aside and looked out, spying two figures fighting with what appeared to be swords down the street before disappearing out of sight.
With a sigh she walked over to the couch and nudged the woman with her foot.
"Hey, wake up. There's trouble. Hero time. And it's like...3pm or something."
Almost an hour of walking later, having traveled a ways across the City before entering into a secret hatch, the puppet led Ace into the secret tunnels of Undertown. All around them were winding tunnels and Freaks of all shapes and mutations. From relatively minor Freaks like Ace to more Monstrous ones like Shatter and Nightmare.
After taking so many turns Ace would need photographic memory to find his way out alone, they entered the inner Hall. Only seen by outsiders a small handful of times, it was a sight to behold. Full of Freaks, the High Venom sat on her throne in shadows.
#And here we are, in the flesh,# she said, her voice seeming to carry several inflections at once. As she spoke the puppet dissolved, going through the process of decay in seconds rather than weeks.
#Well, my child, let us speak freely. You are among family here.#Rising slowly, She walked forward. Flowing black hair and bright green eyes were first apparent, quickly followed by the elegant dress clothes she was wearing. She was conventionally beautiful, that was for certain.
She held her arms wide, a soft smile on her red lips.
#Now, child, where shall we begin? #
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