Well, i thought about submitting this, but found out about the 1000-1500 word limit, and this is about 4 times that long. <Sigh>. Getting it down to that level would mean cutting it to ribbons, and I just cant do that. So here it is, in case anyone is in to this sort of thing. Id love some constructive criticism. Im not an aspiring writer or anything, but I do enjoy writing from time to time. Also, I "THINK" this would qualify as PG-13, as there is nothing but some offensive language and mild violence. Anyways, on with the show.
"Emergence of Flame"
Kalahra Mashka Supriada MAROOK cried Draegar the Vile, as flames lept from his fingertips, flew across the intervening space to strike Sir Darren full on in the chest. The hellfire seared through even his enchanted armor, melting it to slag and leaving a charred patch on his chest. Sir Darrens screams of agony transformed into a raging battle cry as he vaulted across the battlefield, barreling towards the mage. Bringing his mighty sword Doombringer down in a powerful arc he Debra, get your nose out of that DAMN book girl and come on, we are gonna be late for the party!!
Debra looked up from the book to see her best, hell her ONLY, friend Kristie waving to her anxiously from the door to the library. Sure enough, Kristie looked lovely, as always. Her athletic body honed by gymnastic practice over the years. As always, Debra quickly repressed the surge of jealousy, as she always did. Kristie had it all, the looks, the money, the boys
What did she have?. Nothing, thats what. Nothing but her books. And Kristie seemed determined to make sure she didnt have those either. Damn her. But what choice did she have. Kristie was the only person around here who would even acknowledge her pitiful existence here at Paragon U. So with a sigh, she closed the book.
Just a sec Kris, I need to put this back. Ever since the attacks you know they arent letting us check books out anymore. There just arent many left right now, and they are really worried about loosing them.
And? Its just a bloody book Deb. I say good riddance to the whole lot of them. Maybe if the Rikti had hit this place I wouldnt have a ten page research paper due next week. But NOOOOOOOO! The alien bastards can take out the mall and the Cineplex, but not this stuffy old place. Sheesh. What good are aliens if they cant get you out of homework, I mean get REAL!. Now come ON! Im NOT missing the first party since they lifted curfew. I swear Im about to go off my rocker if I dont get out of this PRISON soon.
Im coming, Im coming. Ill meet you back at the dorm. You always take longer to get ready than me anyway.
Thats only because I CARE about how I look. You know, a bit of eye liner or some lipstick wouldnt KILL you.
Whatever. Just go on, ill be there in a min.
As Kris turned out the door, Debra shot her a glare of pure hatred and envy. Like putting on makeup would do any good with Ms Beauty Queen hanging around. All it would do is make her look even more pathetic. Prove that even TRYING to look good was futile compared to HER!
Ohhh sometimes she makes me so MAD! she gruffed under her voice as she returned the novel to the shelf where she found it. She hastily placed the book on the shelf, turned, and had every intention of storming out of the library in a really good huff when she was suddenly looking at the ground, only an inch from her face.
OOOF, What the hell? she exclaimed as she rose to her feet. She looked over and found the cause of her sudden fall It was a book. A rather unusual one at that. It had an old, musty leather cover. There were fine filigree elements on the spine, in what looked like some form of metal, by the color it might be gold. What was even stranger is that she would have SWORN it wasnt there when she got up to put the novel up, and on the hardwood floors a book that size would have made quite a racket falling.
She bent over to pick up the book, and admired the lovely detail work etched in the cover. It was beautiful, but there was something about it. Something sinister. There was a symbol on the front that looked like some form of eye, possibly. It was surrounded by withered vines, with tiny sharp thorns on them. All of this detail work in the same strange metal. It looked like gold, but had a ruddy reddish cast to it. The emblem was exquisite in craftsmanship, the eye seemed to be staring right at her. This was a true find, but where had it come from. She returned to the table with the rest of her books, and went to sit down, when her friends words echoed through her brain. DAMN! The party. She had to go. No time right now. She could come back and look at the book later. She gathered her things together, her thoughts now firmly fastened on the ordeal ahead. God how she hated parties. The only good thing those bug eyed monsters had done was to stop the parties so Kris would quit dragging her to them. If she didnt go, she would never hear the end of it. So four hours of hell, to be spared a weeks worth or more if she didnt go. Now thoroughly in a black mood at the lack of options, she grabbed her things and stormed out, not realizing that she had absent-mindedly picked up the strange book with her things. She practically ran out of the library, through the security scanner, and back to her dorm. Not a single alarm went off.
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Debra stormed through the door to the room she shared with Kristi, her eyes wet with tears. Throwing herself on her bed she wept, as she always did after these parties. It just wasnt fair. She hated them all. Every last one of them. Every single boy whose eyes slid right over her as if she was invisible. Every single girl who took one look at her, giggled, and then dismissed her with a look. All of them. Why couldnt the Rikti come and vaporize them all. Get them out of her life. Forever. And that [censored]. She told Kris she couldnt dance, hell Kris had SEEN her try to dance before and had laughed at her. That was bad enough. But then the [censored] had to go and get soused, and then practically drag her onto the floor. Shed always dreamed about being noticed, but to have all the eyes in the room on her was just disconcerting. Kris had half laughed, and told her to go ahead and dance. And what choice did she have, there, under the spotlight as it were. So she had tried. She did the best she could. Why did they have to laugh so hard. What was so damn funny. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt her soul shatter. Dead. She wanted them all dead.
She sat up in bed. No. No more crying. They arent worth it. Who cares what they think. Bunch of losers. They could all go to hell for all she cared. She wiped the tears from her eyes, when she caught a glimmer over in the corner where her backpack was. At first she just thought it was the tears in her eyes causing an odd light reflection but it stayed even after she dried her eyes. Curious, she went and retrieved her backpack. Opening the flap she was astonished to see the book from the library, nestled in amongst her textbooks. How in the world? She was SURE she had left it sitting on the table in the library. Her next thought was the trouble she was in. This thing had to be worth a mint, with all the design work. And they werent letting paperback novels out of the library. If she got caught with this, it could mean prison. And what was worse, even if they DIDNT throw her in jail, they would definitely ban her from the library. That thought was enough to send shivers down her spine. The library was her only refuge. The books it contained her only escape from this pitiful, useless existence. To be denied any access to that, the thought brought tears to her eyes anew. No one could ever know. She would just have to hide it, sneak it back in first chance she got. Hopefully they would never know. It wasnt much of a plan, but it HAD to work. She didnt have a choice.
Of course, the library was closed at this late hour. And Kris was still at the party, and knowing her she would be spending the night at Gregs house, as usual. So she couldnt return it right now, and no one was likely to catch her with it, and she soooo needed to get away from the world for a while
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Her mind made up, she went over to her bed to read, wondering what kind of book it was. With this kind of detail it has to be something juicy. No one would wrap a dusty old history book in this much metal. Oooooh, maybe its a fantasy novel. The emblem definitely suggested something magical. With witches, and wizards, heros and devils. Those were her favorites. Almost giddy with anticipation, she hopped on her bed, placing the book at the head and shoving the pillows under her chest to help prop her up, her favorite reading position. She flipped on the desk lamp on the stand next to her bed, and letting her legs kick idly in the air opened the book. Or rather, she tried to. Hmm. Something was wrong, It wouldnt open.
Thats strange she said aloud to herself. Afraid of damaging the aged leather bindings she carefully turned the book this way and that, looking for some kind of hidden clasp, catch, or other locking mechanism. When she couldnt find anything, she tried opening the book again, a little harder this time. Nothing. She was getting really aggravated now. She was GOING to read this thing damnit. Whether it liked it or not. Today had royally sucked and now she was going to go somewhere else and this stubborn tome was just going to have to get over itself and deal with that. If she hadnt been so irritated at the time she would have laughed at herself for these thoughts. As it was, she was just getting madder and madder.
Open damn you she snarled at the weathered, leather bound volume, as she grabbed an edge with each hand, and with all her strength pulled on the covers, trying to force them apart. A near blood curdling scream burst from her lips as her hands slipped off the leather, the filigree thorns cutting into the tender skin on the underside of her arms as it fell from her hands. Seething tendrils of agony screamed their message of pain into her brain as she grabbed her arm in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. She glared at the book with a look of pure hatred that was quickly transformed into astonishment. The blood from her arm was running through the filigree vines sculpted into the leather, and from there, it was flooding into the eye in the center. The goldwork eye took on a reddish cast, and started to glow ominously. Entranced by what was transpiring before her very eyes, Debra reached out her hand to caress the metalwork, only to pull back sharply with a hiss as her fingers were burned on the now incandescent metal. Blood dropped from her forgotten wound onto the metal, and sizzled and spit at the intense heat. Knowing she should be running in fear, Debra instead found her gaze trapped by the book. She couldnt look away. Without thinking about it, her uninjured hand slowly approached the book, and easily lifted the front cover, opening the book almost casually. The book burst into an eldritch flame, tongues of red, orange, and black fire dancing around its binding. The room filled with a strange sulfuric odor, and yet the book appeared to be undamaged.
Debra began to quiver in fear. Something was wrong here. Something was very very wrong. She tried to turn away, but the flames held her gaze as if they were chains of fire. She could not turn away. Suddenly, she felt her temper flare up unexpectedly as images of the night flashed through her brain in rapid fire.
The dismissive glances of the boys
The giggles of the girls
The laughter of the crowd as they all pointed at her.
And then she remembered the last. The worst of them all. Something she had kept herself from remembering because it was just too painful.
Kris, laughing harder than any of them. Chatting conspiratorially with her boyfriend as Debra stormed out of the room with tears in her eyes. In her mind she heard words she knew she had never heard before.
Didnt I tell you Greg? She is such a loser. She keeps her head buried in a book all the time. I play nice to her because she will do homework and such for me just for letting her hang out with me. How pathetic is that. And did you see her trying to dance? I told you we would all get a good laugh if I brought her along. You owe me one now.
The conversation between the two of them continued in her mind, but she could no longer hear it. The shame, the horror, all of it was burned away, consumed by the fires of pure rage that tore through Debra at the utter betrayal. Before her eyes she saw the image melt away, could practically feel the flames consume Kris, consume all of them. She could hear their screams echo in her mind, and it felt good. Looking back to the book, she thrust both hands into the flames to grab it and bring it in front of her face. Intense tendrils of pain raced up her arms as she held the book in a death grip, forcing herself to see the words inscribed on the flame, screaming as the fires seemed to burn her eyes for daring to look. Through a force of will she twisted her screams of pain into words, the words etched there in the parchment that would not burn.
Diablis Malieas Converto Maku Sum! she cried in agony and anger. Suddenly she felt herself falling as the pain intensified to levels she had never before imagined could exist. The pain went far beyond the physical and felt as if her very soul were on fire as she the world went dark around her.
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Debra? Debra? Wake up you lazy [censored]. Your gonna miss class. Wake up, do you hear me?
Debra slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the light. She ached all over. Every bone in her body felt as if it was filled with lead. She could barely move. In a flash, everything that happened the previous night returned to her memory.
Get your [censored] out of bed, girl. We have to go to class. If you dont get there, how are you gonna learn the stuff so you can get my homework done for me. Now come on, get up.
Huh? Wha? What time is it.. I had the strangest dream
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Time? Its get outabedoclock. Now get moving. Hell, why are you so tired. You took off like a bolt of lighting in the middle of the party. Probably spent the whole night crying in your bed didnt you. Geez, get up, get a grip, and get on with it. I mean you should have seen your face. It was SOOOO funny.
Debras eyes glowed red with fury as she remember what she had seen in her vision the night before. Her rage boiled in her. She wanted to throttle Kris. To burn those perfect good looks off of her smarmy face. To let her experience the torment and agony she had felt in her dream. Almost without realizing it she raised an arm and pointed it at Kriss face.
You LYing TRAITORous [censored]! She screamed as she poured all her fury, all her anger, all her jealousy and rage into her will. A ebony blast, streaked with crimson shot from her hand, striking her roommate in the face. Kris screamed in terror, her fear temporarily overwhelming even the pain as the eldritch bolt slammed into her, twisting her around, throwing her against the wall. Her clothing began to smoulder as Debra approached her with a look of Death in her eyes.
How DARE YOU! she screamed again, as with both hands, she grabbed Kriss neck. Flames laced her arms, pouring over Kriss face, burning the smiling, gloating image of that face from her memory as the flames consumed Kriss flesh. Finally, she released her grip and watched as the lifeless body fell to the floor. The beauty was gone, all that was left was a hideous, deformed visage. The sight of it brought her to her knees, and then she passed out.
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Ive never seen anything like
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G.I.? Can they help?
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*CLANG*
The sound of a metal door slamming shut woke Debra from the daze she had been in. Where am I? was her first thought, but was washed away in a flash of pain. Her head felt like it was going to split wide open. Cautiously she sat up and held her head in her hands, the agony nearly unbearable. She screamed as the pain laced her mind, and barely made out the sounds of others around her through the cacophony she was generating herself. Suddenly she felt, as if from far off, a sharp [censored] in her left shoulder, and the pain began to recede.
There ya go dearie the woman said, as Debra looked up to see what was going on.
The inhibitor drug has a powerful kick to it don it? But thisll clear that head o yours right up. Now you behave yourself, you hear. I dont want to have to call the boys in here on ya. She continued.
Thank GOD you shut that wailing [censored] up a voice said from behind Debra. She was making my headache come back.
Now dont you go troubling this child any, you hear me you miscreant? the woman said to the voice behind Debra. Debra turned around too look and saw a man in some for of dark, sinister suit behind her. She shivered in fear. Even laying down on the bed with straps binding him to the table she felt an aura of power and evil that she knew meant this was one of those supervillains shed been reading about in the papers.
Watch your tone with me woman. This overgrown tin can cant hold the awesome power of The Reaper for long. And I have an EXCELLENT memory!
Hmmph the woman snorted as she gathered up her tray of supplies and headed out of the room. But what kind of a room was it. There were various beds scattered around, and evidence of some medical supplies, so it must be an infirmary of some sort, but it was the dingiest infirmary shed ever seen. Where were the white walls, the pristine suited nurses and doctors. Why did the door appear to be made of solid metal? Something was strange. She looked at the man behind her, shuddered, but licked her lips and asked her question. He frightened her, but not knowing where she was was far scarier.
Do you know where we are, Sir? she asked sheepishly.
This is The Zig you little snot. Now shut your yap before I shut it for you. This damnable headache was finally going away till you set to yowling. What a pathetic excuse of a villain you make.
Villain? What are you talking about? Im not a villain? Im a college student!
The strange man laughed a sinister laugh that chilled Debra to the depths of her soul.
Then you should have stayed a college student, whelp. This is as close to hell as it gets on this planet. Welcome to the Ziggurat. Id tell you to enjoy your stay, but Im sure you wont, so Im going to tell you for the last time to shut the hell up.
The Ziggurat? The prison for the super-powered badguys? Why am I here?
Child? Do you have the superpower of being totally deaf or totally stupid. I told you where you are. You answered your own damn question. If you are here then you are a super-powered villain, plain and simple. But to look at you makes me feel sorry for the state of villainy today. If I wasnt strapped to this bed under these damn inhibitor rays Id rip your soul from your chest just for being so pathetic. Now SHUT UP.
Debra sat back on her bed, stunned. A super-villain, her? It wasnt possible. It couldnt be. Suddenly memory blossomed in her head. Kriss face. The flames. Oh my god, what had she done? What had happened? She almost felt guilty, but then the image of Kris face, charred and blackened, yet still laughing at her leapt into her mind. No. She wasnt going to feel bad about that. The [censored] got what she deserved. But how? How had those dark flames come out of her hands? She knew it had to do with the book, but she didnt know what it all meant. All she could remember of the book was the pain, the agonizing pain. Just then the nurse returned to the room.
Feeling better dearie?
Yes Maam. But why am I here?
They dont tell me these things hon. And your such a sweet, innocent looking thing, I really dont know. But you just behave in here, and everything will be alright Im sure. The nurse shot the other man a glare when he made a small, disgusted hmph under his breath. Now come along, Im to take you to your room now that your feeling better.
Debra took the womans hand, and was surprised to feel the strength in her grip. This lady may seem nice and kind, but somehow Debra knew there was a hard, tough core there, and it wouldnt do to piss her off. So she followed compliantly, down row after row of rooms. They were little more than metal boxes with doors on them. Every one had a solid metal door, and every door had a grated window. Out of every window she passed, faces filled with hatred, anger, and envy glared back at her. Some were human, others were far from it. Finally, they arrived at a room, identical to the others. The nurse opened the door, escorted her inside, and then closed the door with a click that seemed to echo in Debras mind. It was real. She was in prison, with some of the most vile people in Paragon. Because she had killed her best friend. She sat down on the bunk in the corner and surveyed her new home Didnt take long. Nothing but a chipped porcelain sink with rusted fixtures, a dirty and foul smelling privy tucked away in the corner, and the cold, hard bunk she was sitting on. She felt like crying. She didnt belong here. Killing Kris was justice. She deserved it. Damn it. Now what was she supposed to do. Rot here in this cell for the rest of her life? They didnt even give her a trial, with a lawyer and all that. Didnt they have to do that. Wasnt there some sort of law about it?
She lay on her bunk, staring at the ceiling, trying not to cry. This was her life, it seemed. She had gotten what she asked for. She had gotten power, and Kris was dead. Now she was paying the price for it. She searched her mind, wondering whether it was worth it or not. As her eyes closed, and images of Kris and the rest of them laughing, not just at last nights party, but at all the parties before that too, and throughout her life, she drifted off to sleep. But not before a voice in her head whispered one word. Yesssss. And as she slipped into unconsciousness, she found that she agreed.
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She was awakened from one of the best sleeps shed had in years by the sound of an explosion that rocked the walls of her cell. Suddenly, she felt oddly invigorated as if a weight had been lifted from her chest, one she hadnt even known was there. She heard a click and the door to her cell flew open. A person in black armor stood before her, with a red emblem on his chest that looked like some form of stylized spider.
If you want your freedom then get your [censored] out here and fight for it, he told her in a callous voice, as he turned away and stalked out of her cell. She got up and looked outside the door and could see him working his way door to door, pointing at each with a strange staff, then opening the door and presumably speaking the same words to the residents of each cell. She looked around, and chaos reigned. Everywhere she looked, inmates in orange jackets and soldiers in the odd black armor of her rescuer were fighting uniformed guards. Suddenly she heard some shout Longbow is here! Everybody, get out into the yard and take them down! She found herself swept up in a river of bodies, and she had little choice but to run with them or be trampled underfoot. She entered what appeared to be a restroom. It was hard to tell as there was rubble everywhere, and over in one corner she saw a gaping hole. People were jumping down it, one after another, and soon she was forced to join them by the tide of people behind her. She leapt down the hole, falling to her knees, and realized she was in a sewer. More of the black armor clad men were showing people where to go and so she followed their direction. Finally a pipe appeared that had once been covered in some form of metal grating. The grating was now gone, bent and ripped from the cover to the hole. She crawled inside it and soon made her way towards the spot of light at the end of this tunnel. When she emerged from the pipe, she was on the prison yard, and everywhere she looked, pandemonium.
Inmates, guards, Black-Armors, and some guys in white and red tights were battling all around her. She couldnt make heads or tails of it all. She was stunned into silence for a moment, until she was caught in the shoulder by a bolt of energy which spun her around and threw her to the ground. She looked up to see one of the spandex clad guys hovering above her head. And STAY down! he screamed at her. Rage and fury flew through her and she pointed a fist at the costume clad idiot and shouted at him You try it, jerk as a beam shot from her fist, darker than blackest night. The impact knocked the hero out of the sky, and when he landed he was quickly jumped by more of the inmates of the prison.
Debra finally spied an odd looking craft that bore the same markings as the soldiers. Several of them were standing around it in a defensive posture, idly firing at the spandex clad heroes when a shot presented itself. Several of the inmates were making their way toward it and being escorted inside. Deciding that anything would be better than staying out here and getting shot at she made her way over to it.
Before she could get to the craft, one of the armor-clad sentries grabbed her by the shoulder and spoke to her. You have to EARN a place on this ride girlie. Take this bomb and place it in that control center over there so we can make a clean getaway. Then MAYBE we will take you with us.
She took the explosive gently and made for the door he had pointed to. This was all so weird. Was it just yesterday she had been in history class, bored to death at ANOTHER lecture on the heroes of the past? And here she was, a day later, about to blow up a prison? Or was it two days? Things had become so confusing lately. Thoughts like this raced through her mind as she charged for the door, firing blasts of dark energy at anyone who got in her way. Her body seemed to be running on automatic, she had no idea how she was summoning the blasts, they just came to her. She finally reached the door, and found it already open. Rushing inside she ran straight into two of the red and white spandex boys pummeling a black armor clad soldier. The soldiers armor was shattered and he was bleeding in several places. His face looked like a mass of purple scar tissue yet he continued to fight. She fired one of her blasts into the back of the closest hero, knocking him to the ground. The other turned, and flung a ball of fire at her. Screaming in horror she tried to shield her face with her arms as the fireball caught her in the chest. The pain was excruciating, but then something exploded within her and flames of her own raced outward from her body. The pain was gone. The soldier on the floor lifted his staff and caught the hero a good blow to the back of the head, felling him. Thanks lass the soldier said. I needed that. Looking over at him Debra saw that his wounds were all gone. Not a trace of them remained. However, the heroes were just as beat up as before. Stranger and stranger.
You have the explosive? he asked her. She nodded and he took her by the hand and led her deeper into the complex. They faced a few more security guards, but these were just normal men and stood no chance against her powers and the soldiers odd staff. Soon they were in the control center and he was taking the bomb from her, and setting the timer.
Lets get out of here. he said, and together they raced out of the building and into the waiting vessel. Moments later, the ground was shaken as the explosives went off in the center, and the craft flew into the air, and off into the night, with her in its belly. What now? she thought to herself, as Paragon faded from view.
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Lets have a look at you the woman they called Kalinda said. She wore an elaborate gown that would have attracted notice, if it werent for her eyes. They were like black opals, they seemed to glow with an inner light. Debra went up to the woman nervously. She had been unceremoniously dumped onto this platform when the craft had landed and been told to wait for Kalindas whim. Now this woman was summoning her. She felt a shiver creep up her spine. Something told her that her fate was about to take a turn, and this woman would be the one who decided it. Swallowing her fears, she bravely walked up before the robed woman.
Look into my eyes child Kalinda said. Debra cast her gaze at the womans eyes, trying to look strong, and defiant, but the eyes arrested her. They dissolved from the hard opal they had been, to a black sea. She felt that sea all around her, smothering her. She thought she was going to drown in the sea of those eyes. She started to scream when she felt something. Something dark, and sinister, but somehow comforting at the same time. Her fears quieted, and she calmly rode the waves of the sea for a few moments longer.
Hmmm. This one has potential. Kalinda said. You say she can heal? she asked of the soldier from the control center.
Yes MLady, and fire some form of dark energy as well. Kalinda dismissed this last bit of information off hand.
Healing is a power that is rather rare on the Isles. I think you will do nicely. Just remember child. You serve Arachnos now. Serve well, and you will be rewarded beyond your dreams. Fail? Well, there is no failing Arachnos. Understand?
Her eyes had gone back to their cold, stony glare, and Debra squeaked out Yes Maam.
Kalinda turned to a man at her side. Contact Titan with DarkS.T.A.R. I think they could make use of this one. The man nodded and escorted her off of the platform.
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A God Damn Babysitter. Is that what she thinks I am? Dark Titan railed. What do I need with a snot nosed rookie. Titan turned on her with a glare of anger. If it wasnt for the fact that I needed Arachnos and that psychic [censored] Id kill you where you stand, you got that? So dont you cross me. One day I will rule this dimension, make no mistake. So wipe any thoughts of serving Arachnos out of your head. Your mine now. And if youre a spy, I swear, you will suffer for a thousand years for every word you take back to your FORMER masters.
She is no spy, Titan a voice echoed in her mind.
Are you sure of that? Titan asked.
I have plunged into the well of her mind. There is something there, I dont know what It is yet, but it is not Arachnos the voice echoed.
Fine, take her on that heist with you then. Test her. Find out if she is up to being a part of DarkS.T.A.R. he said, then shot her an evil grin. And if not, arrange for a suitable accident for her. If she cant pull her own weight, I dont care what Kalinda says, she wont be on my team.
Yes milord, the voice echoed in her mind. She turned and finally saw the figure who was speaking He was covered in armor, and was wearing an odd helmet. There was a slit in the middle of it, where she should be able to see a face. But all she saw was blackness.
Follow me youngling, the voice echoed in her mind. What do you call yourself? he asked.
My name is Debra she answered. Sinister laughter seemed to echo through her mind.
Debra is hardly a name to strike terror into the minds of our enemies youngling. From now on you shall be DarkFyre.
DarkFyre. She liked that. It fit.
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So now I am DarkFyre. Debra is dead. As a member of DarkS.T.A.R. I am needed, and wanted. I have even formed a few friendships. But Im not fooled. The naïve little girl who believed in fantasies of trust, friendship and loyalty is gone. I know any one of these guys would sell me out in a heartbeat, or even kill me if they stood to gain. But at least they are honest about it. And as long as I continue to be useful, I can be a part of this team. Maybe even rule the world with them one day, if everything goes as planned. Till then, what can I say. The money is good. And those that used to laugh at me? To betray and tease the girl I used to be? They will never be laughing again.
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