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N a r c o t i c sweet talk until we have some t e e t h marks.


I don't think I've ever hated anyone so fast.


It happened very quickly.


The year is 2015 and I promise you that hardly a thing has changed. Your heroes from yesterday still continue to play today. Flying around in the air, shitting on the bad guys like always. Proud, are you? Everyone was. Then he happened: the hero with the fucking ego.


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He called himself Vertigo. A dumb name, if you ask me. Sounds like some kind of crack Crayola color. I did use a dictionary, though, and found out that that means some kind of imbalance. It struck home when he killed the first of us, which certainly wasn't the last.


The first to go was Typhoid. He went quickly, but the word of Vertigo went around much quicker.


You see, I'm not really one of the good guys you might be used to by now. I was never really cut for it. You may have heard of me. I've been to jail more than if you count the years you've been alive. I may have stolen something from a few of the most heavily guarded places in the world. My face has been on TV, on pamphlets, on riot signs. People hate me, and I love it because I hate them too. I am here to cause you pain.


I am the very best in villainy.


Maybe that's why Vertigo is so after my blood.


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It was a town in California called Middleton that I wanted. I had to get Vertigo's attention somehow, right? If I killed him, I'd be the best of the very best, wouldn't I?


But she had that same idea.


We arrived at the same time, I think. She went to the mayor to threaten him and I went to the local media. We wanted the same thing: to kill Vertigo. We had the same thing in mind. I had never hated anyone so fast.


Vertigo came, all right. He came and he almost killed us both, powers or not. So now we're on the run.


Together, must I add? God, it feels so horrible knowing she breathes the same air that blows over my skin. Believe me, I tried to kill her six times already, but it hasn't worked.


If you f i g h t for nothing else, fight for the woman f i g h t i n g next to you.


"Enemy of my enemy is my friend" my ass. I just want to kill Vertigo so then I can kill her without being a sitting duck.


Rules.


001. First of all, this was a homosexual female kind of thing. Don't mean to kill your vibe or anything, but hey. Just getting that out of the way. EDIT: If you can bend my arm enough with your wily charms, we can change this to whatever we want. c;


002. Literacy, baby. I'm setting it at 1500 because I know I'm too nice sometimes. I want 2500, though. It honestly isn't too straining.


003. Lust, most definitely. Sociopaths, hello? Love, perhaps under the tons of hate. But also betrayal. I want pain and blood and begging. Gasp! Scandal. Don't forget violence.


004. Plot twists are great! How? you ask with doe eyes. The answer is simple: crazy shit. Blowing up a house, trying to kill one another, calling in the police even though that is the worst idea on earth. Anything goes, kids.


004. This is a 1x1. Sorry.


005. You'll be required to handle lots of minor characters. But you start with one and it's nice to pick up some.


006. Don't godmod. It sucks. It's a buzzkill.


007. Dynamic characters are in want. Don't know what that is? Good bye.


008. Don't rush me to post and I won't rush you. It would be nice if this was long-term. Just sayin'.


009. Spelling, grammar, punctuation.


010. Don't steal my idea. It'll really hurt my feelings, you know?


011. Yes, they have superpowers. If you're sitting there like omg, I'm gonna give her pyrokineses/ hydrokineses/ telekineses/ whatever! then you can promptly fuck off. Those are unimaginative powers and I fucking hate them. Choose something unique you won't find in those "kids with powers in an academy" roleplays. Wow me. A healing factor, however, is mandatory. Yeah, they're kinda gonna try to kill each other a bunch.


012. If you can't handle mean characters, get out. I want a sadistic, sociopathic, merciless bitch. You can't make that happen? It was nice while it lasted.


013. I like real pictures. Don't be afraid to ask if you need help or want it edited or whatever.


014. This is not a super futuristic world. We probably don't live on Mars yet. Settings-wise will be considered per episode. Episodes depend on where the two antagonists are staying. Example: church, hospital, cabin in the mountains. It's whatever.


015. Please, please don't be afraid of me. I'm not as mean as I sound. PM me with any commentary, huh? Questions are cool, too.


So join up, bitches.

Name: ll Public Name: If there's a difference. ll Age: 21+ ll Gender: ll Sexual Orientation: This could make things fun. ll Power:

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"crowѕ, wιpe тнe вlood oғғ тнe end oғ yoυr clawѕ,"


I am a little less than surprised to hear silence coming from the other side of the door. I'm sure if I heard myself, I wouldn't just go about making sure to make a shitton of noise. No, that would be foolish. And apparently, this Luna chick might know something.


My impatience level breached at last, I breathe deeply through my nose and push the doors to the mayor's office open.


Probably the first thing I notice is the gas mask lying before the door. Is this a taunt? Perhaps she has realized, as many have much too late, that gas makes are only a half guarantee of life? They work on most gases, but not all the ones I can make. Maybe she's figured this out. If she has, she's smart. And I'm not sure how I feel about that.


The second thing I notice is the dead mayor. Ugh. What a waste of potential talents--he was useless, sure, but I don't think he had to die. She's just feeling smug. She's arrogant.


The third thing I notice is actually her. Luna. She looks like.... a teenager?


"You look like a virgin." The words are out of my mouth before I can even begin to stop them. Then there's the laugh that comes out in waves and spurts like an ocean tide. "Oh my God, are you a virgin? This is so disappointing."


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I stand staring at her for a long time. It seems as if time has stuttered and left me here, feeling rather lightheaded with my eyes unfocused and my mind elsewhere. I don't know where 'elsewhere' is, but it isn't with me. It feels like... limbo. It's awkward.


My breath catches and I suddenly remember where I am.


"Okay, look, kid, I'm gonna get to the point because neither of us has time for this." I scratch my head, looking at my surroundings. She's holding her arms up in a protective position, so.... shield. Force field. She must be focusing on projecting a force field. "I won't say I don't want to hurt you, because I think you know I really, really do. I kind of hate you right now. Sorry about that. How's about you put down that shield and high tail it out of here or put down that shield and fight me like you've got a spine? I promise no foul play." I draw a heart in the air with my fingers. "Cross my rotting heart."


I try my best to smile and not look like a complete bitch, but I doubt that works anyway. She doesn't look as young as I make her out to be--if anything, not that far off from my age. She's got a look in her eyes that might mean she could do some serious shit if she wanted to. I'm adding that to the list of things that really make me uncomfortable about her.


"Come on, I've got a Vertigo to kill. Make up your mind."


"leт'ѕ gaтнer lιĸe ѕтorмѕ ғor тнe war."

song used is Future Wars by La Dispute. Either at the end of your post or by my next one, Vertigo will probably be making his entrance. c:
  ∂ ε α ∂ / dying / 6y 219d 33m 30s
I sighed and leaned back on the chair I had dragged in from another room, propping my feet up on the dead mans desk and picking at my nails. There was nothing else to do after all. Most would fight their assigned hero but I had none. As I wasn't viewed as a large enough threat and thought of as just another killer.


Hell the only reason people knew my name was because of the time I had carved it into a man's back. It was almost a shame since he had been nice and sweet and attractive. But he was too soft and easy to push around. So I just had to kill him. The only fun thing about it was his shocked face.


"Ah, what a boring town~" I whispered as I forced my body up and strode over to the window, leaning on the edge and observing the people that had gathered around and were just staring. Pitiful people really.


That was when I saw her.


She was plowing through the small crowds and entered the building, men lying dead as she passed making me giggle.


"Looks like Plauge came!" I laughed before plopping myself back down and opening the fat mans desk, smirking when I saw a gas mask sitting at the bottom of the main drawer. Looks like he was prepared for one villain today.


I leaned down and lifted the mask, playing with it as I frowned. Even if it was meant to protect you from man made gases who knew if it would work against this woman. Nobody had ever found a way to counter act it and I doubted that this would work. So I tossed it across the room


I just had to wait. I put up a small feild around the room that would prevent anyone who entered from being ruthlessly mad so that she would not just flat out kill me.


(Center No, that would be bad. I might not like her or want her around. But my power was more tactics. Then I relied on strength and skill. And thank the lord that I had plenty of that.

Once I was sure that the field was up I leaned back and waited, arms crossed over my chest.

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{Sorry If it's short and suckish >.< I'm trying to reply to all my RPs then do HW}
  / Koi_521 / 6y 236d 10h 50m 25s
What a c y a n i d e surprise you have l e f t for my eyes.


My footsteps are the only sounds that seem to be loud enough to catch my attention. They won’t come out of hiding to face me; this much is apparent. I’m rather surprised that the sounds of weeping and loud sniffles aren’t filling the empty air. That’s always what happens in the movies.


I get tired of waiting and half-heartedly searching after a few moments, easing myself back down in Ron Gimminy’s chair. He isn’t dead. I didn’t want to kill him. If I can be honest with you, I don’t want to kill anyone in here. I just want to send a message: give me Vertigo or die. I’m tired of constantly looking over my shoulder for that man as if he’s behind me. I’m tired of feeling like a mouse under the watchful gaze of a hawk.


I wish I had my phone right about now.


I’m sitting here drumming my fingers against the desk boredly when I hear the elevator make a ding sound. My curiosity is piqued and I carefully watch the doorway. A sharp intake of breath tickles the edge of my hearing, but I choose to ignore it. I’ll deal with my visitor first.


The footsteps are careful and barely audible. I only know one pair of footsteps from my experience as Plague that could match that. There’s only one person I could possibly hesitate to kill.


“Arclight.” I whisper his name into the air. It feels like a curse I place upon my lungs, because they instantly empty themselves and force me to quickly trip over oxygen in a desperate attempt to breathe in.


He steps through the doorway at last, his eyes meeting mine. I’ve seen those eyes up close and personal. They’re a kind of dark, deep, royal blue. It’s unusual. But then again, he isn’t human, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they were fucking yellow. His hair stands, casually yet carefully mussed just so, his scruffy beard accenting his cheekbones. He’s of good stature, nice and muscular. I like that. He’s significantly taller than me, maybe about six feet and above. He’s not wearing his usual superhero apparel but still dons the mask that hides most of the upper half of his face.


I smile at him. “Arclight, you never did call me back, did you?”


You p o l l u t e the room with a f i l t h y tongue.


He stands in the doorway, his button-down shirt hugging all the right places in just the right way. I raise out of my seat and walk around the desk, leaning back against the front.


“What are you doing here, Plague?” he asks with a withdrawn sigh, crossing his arms with his lips made in a disapproving shape. I scoff at him and his attempt to make me want to repent against my actions.


“I don’t get a ‘hello’ or anything, huh? I knew you only wanted me for my body.”


He sighs and rolls his beautiful eyes. “We’re not talking about that here. That’s not what this is about.”


“It’s not? I’m honestly still pretty bitter. Fuck me, right?”


Arclight doesn’t say anything.


“But you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? Considering you did.”


“Let the hostages go, Plague. Let them go now. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry, okay? They didn’t do anything to you. They’re not Vertigo and they’re not me, so just let them go home.”


Don’t mind us, we’re just s p i l l i n g our guts.


I laugh at him for a good few minutes. He quiets me with the look in his eye, making me think seriously for a minute. After a while of standing under his gaze, I feel foolish, so I wave my hands in defeat. He reacts immediately.


“All right, people! Come on, get up, get out and do it fast! I promise Plague is not going to hurt you. I’ll help you if you need me to.”


The people start appearing slowly, popping out of their hiding places hesitantly. I’m sure if I had really tried, I could’ve found them. I walk back around Ron’s desk where he lays breathing shallowly, rifling through the drawers to pass the time while Arclight gets those dumb creatures out of my sight. He ushers them out earnestly, giving them real, genuine, superhero smiles along the way.


Then I see it. I pick it up, the steel of it cold in my hands. I glance at Ron with my mouth wide open, quite surprised to see such a thing. A gun. The man has a gun.


I cock it and aim at nothing in particular. I’ve hardly ever held one before and it’s quite an empowered feeling I get with it in my hands.


I pull the trigger experimentally and it goes off, firing a shot into the wall. Wow.


Arclight shoots a steely look in my direction as the newspeople scream and sprint out of the room, all of them, no matter their ages. I didn’t expect them to be able to run that fast.


Once they’re gone, my hero turns to look at me, walking with a purpose to Ron’s desk, the only person that hasn’t moved. I stare at him the whole way, admiring his body. I have every right to, I think. I should.


“Davery…” he starts, sighing as he comes up to me and puts his arm over my shoulder. I resist the urge to shoot him, kick him, spit at him; I resist the urge to make him get off me no matter what I have to do.


“Don’t give me that shit. Just because we fucked doesn’t mean you get to say my name all lovey-dovey and get me to go to church on Sunday.” I shrug. “You got the hostages out. Hooray for Arclight, you get to write it on your resume. Get out. Vertigo is coming for me and I don’t think the public will cry too much if he kills you. Sorry.”


Arclight shrugs. “I know that. I came here to get you out. I don’t want to see you killed. Maybe you can spend some time in prison--”


I wiggle out of his grip at last. “Hell no. I’m going to pass on that.” I start on my way out of the room and he doesn’t take too long to follow after me. “I don’t do prison. If you try to cuff me, I will kill you, --”


“Don’t say my name.” He walks beside me and I feel his gaze on me as we ride down the elevator to the second floor. He’s managed to make me uncomfortable in my own skin.


The wind hits my skin and makes me shiver, so I pull my arms around myself. Arclight keeps pace with me.


I hear whispers of a rumor. They barely reach me, but I get it all the same: Luna… Luna the villain?... LUNA IS GOING TO KILL THE MAYOR! SHE’S ASKED FOR VERTIGO! … What are we going to do? Luna and Plague…


I look at my Global Justice assigned hero, but he says nothing. I wonder if he’s heard it.


I wait for the perfect moment to ditch him and set off at a run with him screaming both my names.


Don’t r a i n on my p a r a d e ; it’s gonna g l o w in the d a r k.


The mayor’s office actually isn’t a far run from the news station I was at, which always surprises me. I keep forgetting what a small town Middleton is. Police sirens are getting ever close to the premises, so I slip among the bystanders and up the stairs, completely disposing of the guards who try to stop me.


Who’s this Luna trick trying to steal my fame and my kill? What a shitty thing to do. No I don’t like her. That’s such a cunt thing to do. You couldn’t at least wait for me to get my chance?


Oh yeah, I’m out for blood for real this time.


The mayor’s office itself seems pretty silent so I half wonder if there’s anyone in there at all, so I call out, “And I will huff and puff and blow your trickin’ ass down! I know you’re in there, you greedy little shit, and I swear to God you’re going to wish you never took my attention away from me.”


songs include Sarcasm by Get Scared and The Boy Who Could Fly by Pierce the Veil. <3
  ∂ ε α ∂ / _Parasomnia / 6y 238d 9h 4m 50s
I sighed as I listened to the news report on the radio, the man beside me staring ahead as his fingers clenched the steering wheel tighter and tighter at each word that slipped from the bitch's mouth and into his ears.


Honestly though, just how narcissistic can one person be? Sure most villains out there loved to make their selves public, to know that they were known. But I did not. I enjoyed hearing my name whispered as people feared I could be among them. And I was. But I was seen as the innocent woman who would complain about how the bus was late, or that chick you met at the bar.


In short when I was not killing somebody, I was just Kaitlin. I was your next door neighbor or some random woman. Not a criminal. It made it that much easier to get close to someone.


"That Plague, she's a nightmare." The man whispered causing me to scoff as I stared out the window.


"She's full of herself. I hissed, ending the conversation quickly a moment before the man pulled up next to the sidewalk and glanced at me with a shrug.


"So, where in town do you want to go? He asked as my dark eyes scanned the area in front of me, immediately seeing town hall.


"Oh, here is fine. Thank you." I chirped before leaning over and pressing a kiss to the mans lips in thanks as my other hand slipped into the coat pocket and pulled out my blade, slitting his throat just as his eyes slipped closed.


He gasped and opened his mouth, letting more blood escape as his eyes flashed open, fear painfully obvious. "Oh don't worry. It'll be over soon." I cooed before leaving the vehicle and making my way over the soft grass to the town hall, which surprisingly had no security. Not that I minded as my left hand was clutching a crimson coated knife.


It took me only a moment to reach the mayor's office, and the smirk on my face showed that I didn't have the most innocent intentions. After all he would know where Vertigo was, all Mayors had connections to all hero's in case a random Villain appeared. And this man was oh-so-lucky as he apparently had two in his town.


As soon as I had slipped inside, I saw the man staring in horror at the replay of that cocky Plague's broadcast before his hands fumbled searching for the phone that would connect him to the government.


"Hello there~" I whispered catching the fat man's attention immediately. He stood, small black phone in his hand with an elegant 'V' on the cover. So he had a direct line to just the man she wanted.


"What are you doing here?" He asked, voice shaking, "And just who the hell are you?"


I just sighed and made my way over to him, slamming my fist into his stomach, causing him to fall back into his chair, his body shaking. "What a shame, maybe it'd be nice to be recognized for once," I hummed before pressing my blade to his neck and purred at the fear that poured off of him. It always made me happy to know I had such an affect on people. "I'm Luna~"


His beady eyes widened when he realized just who he was speaking too and his grip on the phone tightened a second before my pale fingers pried it from his gasp and hit the green button, calling Vertigo, as well as the news station that the other woman hadn't used as her ploy.


"Let's make this quick," I hummed as I dug the blade into the mans neck with a small giggle at the first line of blood that trickled down, "I want Vertigo, I want to end his life. And I won't settle until his blood is staining my hands and his flesh is as cold as ice. But to make that happen I need to be recognized, neh?" I hummed as I pulled the knife away and spun, slamming the heel of my foot into the man's throat making him choke and gasp before my blade buried itself into his stomach.


It was at his cry that I lifted the phone and smiled, "And I know your listening, the oh so admired Vertigo, as well as the people who adore you. Do you want to let them down? I laughed before shaking my head. "I assume you do not, seeing as you love the limelight almost as much as yourself. And that has gotten you more attention than you think because not only does Plague want you, but Luna does as well. So you better get here fast, before an entire town is exterminated."


Then I ended the call with a smile, spinning around and grabbing the knife, twisting it painfully before tearing it out and slamming it into the man's skull with a sigh of contentedness. But of course I needed my face to be out there, so I snapped a picture of myself and the Mayors body, sending it to the media before leaving the phone on the desk and skipping away.


Oh and to think this was just the beginning!

  / Koi_521 / 6y 239d 3h 58m 10s
P a t h e t i c little child. I am e m b a r r a s s e d for you.


I hear the whispers of my name as I walk through the streets. They say it with their eyes, their tongues frozen at the sight of me. I smile at the cute ones, though, and see the looks of imminent death melt off their faces.


Hey, give me a break, okay? I'm a villain, not a prude. Being me doesn't stop me from banging whoever has a nice enough face to block my general hate of people.


The streets seem to be swelling with suspense. Time halts itself for me as I light my cigarette, standing in front of the local news station. They all think they're some bigshots in there when really all they do is tell people whether or not to bring an umbrella and fabricate stories of how someone died. I remember this station. One of the reporters figures out my real name and I had to dispose of him quite quickly. It was a shame, though. He was cute.


I look up, peering into the windows. This is such a busy street. I don't think I ever took much notice of how many people walk up and down it before. It's like a small city in itself.


I've t o r n this world a s u n d e r .


I chat up some girl frozen in fear next to the door of the building. She's pretty and everything, so I kind of don't want to kill her on the spot. She stutters, though, and tries not to make eye contact with me. Sometimes that's the only reminder I have of who I am: people are constantly afraid. Don't they know that if I wanted to kill them, I would have already?


"Are you an intern?" I ask, puffing a cloud of cigarette smoke into the air. "You look a little young to be here."


"Y-yeah," she stutters, rubbing her foot on the ground, a physical distraction. "I'm nineteen."


"Ah. I remember being nineteen. Magical, right? That uncomfortable age between teen and adult."


"Yeah, but um... I'm just gonna jump to the point because I'm afraid of wasting your time. Are you going to kill me?"


I breathe in another cancerous cloud to build up the suspense pent up in her. "I like you, okay? You're really brave and everything. I'm not gonna kill you, kid. Is it really so hard to carry on a conversation with me? I'm a person, too. Somewhere, I think. I mean, I don't know anymore. It's kind of confusing. All I get is "Oh God, it's Plague!" and "Run for the hills, people!". I kinda like talking sometimes too, in between murdering people. It gets so monotone."


"So what are you doing here?"


"Talking to you. Duh."


I feel her gaze on the side of my face for a long minute. I refuse to look at her for that very reason. "You kn-know what I meant by that, um.... ma'am. Ms. Plague."


"I'm not 'miss' anything, I assure you." I flick the cigarette to the ground and slowly ground it out with my toes. "You should leave now. I'm giving you the rest of the day off and don't come back until next week. They're gonna need the CDC out here. I had a real fun time talking to you. Hope to see you again, Intern."


I turn on my heel and start my trek to the big concrete building. I ignore the young girl's shouts behind me. It seems she knows well enough not to run up and grab me. Good job, kid. I know right then I will most likely never see her again in my life.


The doors open warmly to me. I'm greeted by two security guards who instantly recognize my face from wanted posters all over the place and promptly begin to draw their guns.


I blow a cloud of black smoke into the air and hit one guard under the armpit, hitting his pressure point. He keels forward and I grab his wrist, the one with the gun, forcing it down. He gets a whif of the disease in the air and his skin start burning off his skull and arms. He screams in pain. The other guard had frozen at my performance and finally regains consciousness, aiming his gun at me. He pulls the trigger just as the smoke reaches him and takes on an acidic affect, burning him. Their screams join each other.


I dig into my shoulder where the bullet hit, gritting my teeth in pain and extract the bullet. Pesky little things, guns. They're so irritating. I drop the bullet next to the dying guard and continue on my journey.


A sigh escapes my lips as I continue down the now surprisingly empty hallways. I assume most people fled the building by now and somebody has called the police.


I wonder if the hero that was assigned to me is going to show up. Or will it be Vertigo? I don't mind seeing my hero, but if that shitstick shows up, I will flip shit.


I whistle a song as I progress, smoke trailing from my fingers. The receptionist desk is very much empty and all the rooms I pass seem to be as well. I decide I'm too lazy for stairs and take the elevator to the fifth floor, where I know the main team is stationed.


A ding sounds through the halls as I arrive. My steps aren't slow because I don't have time for being a fucking snail. I move fast with my smoke behind me, which will kill or disable just about anyone who decides they want to be a fucking hero.


I look around the deserted news room. My whistling stops and I quit expelling the smoke. I need someone alive.


"Come out, come out," I taunt them. "Don't you want to get the juiciest story of the day? Come on, come on, little roaches."


There is no sound coming from anywhere. I creep towards the biggest desk, trying to be quiet. I know there's someone back there. There always is.


I'm right as hell. He cringes at realizing he's been caught, a tear slipping down his face.


I scoff at him. Disgusting creature. "You're a grown ass man crying when nothing has even fucking happened to you yet? Ugh. I should kill you just for that, you soft little bitch."


"P-please," he pleads, crawling out from under the desk and spreading his hands in a placating gesture. "P-please don't. Just t-tell me what you want. Please don't kill me."


"You say 'please' a lot. You're a pretentious bitch, aren't you? Get the camera running before I snap your neck. None of your colleagues are about to jump out of their hiding places to help you, so hurry up before I get impatient. I don't mind having to make a few heads roll."


I can see him shaking under his suit as he slowly goes over to the camera, pressing some buttons as a red light comes on. Tremors pass through his hands and a smug grin settles happily on my features. I like that.


"All d-done. You're live."


"Great." I sit down in the big leather chair and relax back, finding myself rather comfortable. I kick my legs up and settle back. "Come over here. I want a witness."


I see the tear escape him as he comes to stand next to me, pleading with his eyes to the camera. It's obvious.


"So go on. It's your job to tell people what's happening. Explain. Do it well."


"O-oh. I'm Ron Gimminy, and I f-find myself here with the superv-villain herself Plague. She killed t-two guards on the first floor and s-seems out for blood. P-please help--"


I kick him where I know it hurts and he collapses. "That's enough of your prolix shit." I direct my attention back to the camera. "Yeah, he's Ron, and yeah, I'm Plague. I'm sure you're all screaming your fucking heads off right now. Well I'm not here for you and I'm sure as hell not here for this Ron bitch. I want Vertigo. Some prick tried to kill me earlier. If Vertigo doesn't get his ass here as soon as possible, I will wipe this city off the map. Trust me on that. Ron, get up."


He stands very slowly, more tears wetting his cheek. "Ron, you've got a family, don't you?" He nods. "I hope they're watching." He says nothing. "They can blame your death on your fabulous fucking hero."


He opens his mouth to speak, but the smoke is too fast. It surrounds him, binding him, burning out his eyes and his skin. Blisters and boils appear and pop as he suffers. He screams as loud as he can, no doubt, but it's not a call that reigns in Vertigo.


I throw something at the camera to crack the lens and walk off screen.


"Time's up," I announce to the room. "Ready or not, here I come."


You just d o n ' t get it, do you? I'm n o t s t u c k here with you. You're s t u c k in here with m e .

wow one of my longest posts wow. songs include: Future Wars by La Dispute and Massacre and Bad Blood by Escape the Fate. <3 Also, at some point I wrote "list" instead of "lips" and I can't find the mistake to fix it ugh. fixed. plus Luna isn't mentioned here because Davery hasn't heard of her yet. ouo
  ∂ ε α ∂ / _Parasomnia / 6y 239d 4h 32m 19s
Useless, I thought to myself as my foot nudged the body beneath me. It had been to easy to kill him, I hadn't even needed to use the gifts that I had been blessed with. All I had to do was unbutton the top of my shirt and he would have followed me to the ends of the Earth.


Like every other man out there.


They were beginning to make the hunt seem boring, and worthless. But I loved the feeling of the blood staining my hands as I ended them and let the liquid that kept them alive seep out of their body.


I shook my head and let the thoughts fade as I leaned down and ripped my dagger from the, now still, chest and wiped it off before shoving it into my pocket. It was my favorite blade, stained a midnight black with small playing cards hanging from the end. It was small things like that that would make me favor it.


Eventually I ended all my musings and left the alley, striding down the street and keeping my eyes straight ahead as the people around me spoke of this Vertigo I had been learning about as of lately.


Now he seemed like he would be someone fun, he would put up a fight. He would struggle and squirm or even hunt me as well.


I shivered, that would be fun. To be hunted by my own prey. After all it was always more fun to end a life after, it had been giving hope. After it had seen victory. Oh how I loved to see all the happiness drain from their eyes as they I cornered them and slipped the weapon from my pocket.


"Oh, did you hear!" A woman beside my suddenly squeaked causing my dark eyes to slide over and face her as well as a few others, the attention obviously pleasing her. "Vertigo is in California! Middleton to be exact." She hummed tapping her red lips as the people all began to coo and flock around her wanting more information.


"I even heard that he tried to kill Plague!" She cried out attempting to act cute and worried. Which just served to add to my hatred for her. Though she was useful at first because now I know where I should go, where my next hunt would start.


Middleton, California. How simple, how close Just an hours drive. But this Plague, yes whoever this was would be a problem.


I sighed, "Always something in the way," I hummed before walking away from the group and setting my sights on a man wearing a gray suit and approaching a black Mercedes, keys in hand.


It was too easy as I placed my hand on his shoulder and blinked up at him, eyes meeting for a second before I accessed his emotions and had generosity overtake him.


I pouted and slid a bit closer to him, asking for a ride in a falsetto voice and he was quick to agree, letting me slip into his passenger seat and asking where I needed to go.


Oh this would just be too easy.

  / Koi_521 / 6y 239d 5h 45m 25s
Don't turn that t r a i t o r o u s tongue on me.


I stare, mostly unmoving at nothing in particular. Hardly a thing catches my attention anymore. I've been inside this old broken building, often considered a scar on the pretty landscape from the public eye, for near a week now. There's nothing here but my thoughts and the decaying corpses of little things I've killed in my mass amount of downtime.


Ever since Typhoid went down, I've been just the tiniest bit worried. What if this Vertigo dipshit decides it's a fair time to come after me? After all, Typhoid wasn't the most active of all of us. I had honestly thought he retired a long time ago, but no. Now he's retired and we're sure of it.


Vertigo. He thinks he's pretty hot shit, running around killing people. What do those Global Justice wannabes think about him, I wonder? How do they condone the killing of us, even if we aren't the greatest people to hang around? I never liked the heroes, but now I've got reason to go on a killing spree. I've got a hero more or less attached to my back most of the time trying to take me to the big house. Now there's one trying to stuff me six feet under? Are you fucking kidding me? I thought I had the damn ego. What, Vertigo was too tired to keep having to catch us? Jail is no place for a superhuman. They knew it in 1995, and I don't understand why they don't know it in 2015.


I stare at the wall until it seems to be staring at me. Before I know it, I'm asleep and my arm is falling in slow motion to meet the floor.


N i g h t m a r e s no longer wait for sleep; f a l l on the ground on both your hands and knees.


I think I've gotten used to the strange apparitions in my dreams after a while. I became friends with the monsters that were supposed to haunt me when I wasn't in the entirely waking world. I think I've lost myself on the front of whether or not anything is a dream or a nightmare. They both seem the same to me.


There is nothing but darkness everywhere I turn, so I eventually decide that running is fruitless and plant myself firmly on the ground in a meditating position. It is but a second before I am surrounded by none other than myself: different forms of me from different times, focusing on me with rapt attention and in the same position.


"You are going to die," says the one directly in front of me. Her hair is disheveled, all of her clothes ripped, her skin peeling off her skull. I remember that. "He is coming for you as he has come for everyone. You are no match."


"You wanna know something?" I ask, breaking the silence that pursued her statement. "You're kinda making me feel like a can of cream of chicken. Disgusting and useless. Ew."


"Is that not what you are?"


I'm still thinking of a witty remark to myself when my dreamscape shakes almost imperceptibly. To anyone else, maybe it would have gone unnoticed. To me, not so much. I stare up into the darkness, the blackness in wonder. I've forgotten where I am. I've forgotten whether or not I'm asleep anymore.


"You're slipping. This will be your end."


I heard the t r a i n shake the windows; you s c r e a m e d over the sound.


My wake from sleep is not delayed. I hear the shaking of the building; feel the screams of the collapsing structure under my feet as it explodes. I jump up and sprint in the opposite direction, towards a window that's half fallen in. The concrete floors of the building give way under me as I run, scaring the actual shit out of me. I know in movies, it's always been heroic to be doing something like this, but when faced with it in the real world, the shit is ridiculously terrifying, and there's hardly a thing that scares me.


I dive out the window the first chance I get, listening to the explosion take over the building in a fiery fight. I fall three stories onto the pavement.


I feel quite dead laying there with my blood making a nice little puddle around me. I'm not sure if I would be upset if I were to have died, because in all reality, this hurts a shit ton. My skull is bashed in, most of my bones broken, and my blood making a nice little pool for me to swim around in. I'm not having a fun time.


I had thought I was tired when I fell asleep in that building. I've never been more awake now.


The screams of passersby reach me and I decide it's enough of me laying here waiting for something else to crush me. There's still a heartbeat somewhere in me, so I suppose that means I'm supposed to continue on. I raise my torso up ever so gingerly, snapping necessary bones back in place. It hurts like a bitch and there's no way to get used to it, but I've learned to keep in my screams by now.


Call the p o l i c e ! This whole place is gonna b u r n !


I start limping down the street at first before it turns into a steady, meaningful walk. People stare at me with panicked and scared expressions. It might be because of the blood all over me or the bone popping out of my arm. Maybe they stare at the cigarette I stick in my mouth as I put my bone back in place.


California. Middleton, California. I'm about to be a star. I'm going to find out who the dipshit was that tried to kill me in that raggedy old building. I'm going to find Vertigo.


People love TV. So I'm going to make myself known. Just imagine! Plague is running loose in Middleton! We need help! Oh where is our savior Vertigo?"


I suck my teeth as I stop to take a breath. "Fucking bite me."

wow bad starter wow. anywho, Davery is in Middleton, so Kaitlin should probably be making her way there, too. ouo songs quoted include I'd Rather Die Than Be Famous, Hold On Till May, and One Hundred Sleepless Nights by Pierce the Veil. <3
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