Fiction and Art(I'm not the artist)
By
Neuronia,
Posted on: 2009-01-19 20:15 in Multi-Media Fan Creations
Lucinda looked wide eyed at the red head and her mouth dropped open. "Y-You're telepathic!"
Sister Psyche sat down on the bed and nodded, speaking outloud now. "Yes. I understand you're parents didn't know you were, Lucinda."
Lucinda's face crashed in on itself and her heart spasmed. "Desdemona and I hid it. We didn't want them to think of us as freaks."
Sister Psyche reached out and put a comforting arm around Lindsy's shoulders. "It's okay, I think we have a good lead on your sister."
Lindsy sobbed at the very thought of her sister. "Bu-But she's dead! I can't feel her anymore! She must be dead!"
"It's possible that she's just out of range. There are many things in Paragon City, and many ways to hide someone, even from telepathy. We also have an idea that you're sister, wherever she is, went willingly."
"Sh-She did?" Lindsy gagged.
"Lucinda, did you and your sister know any other Meta-humans?"
The blonde shook her head secretivly. "No, we didn't tell anyone about our powers, we kept them secret."
Sister Psyche pushed on a little further. "Could Desdemona have gone to meet someone she knew? Could they be with her right now?"
Lindsy screeched and sobbed, burying her face in her hands. "No! They don't know where Dessie is! No One Knows! She's GONE!"
Seeing that this tactic wasn't gaining ground, Sister Psyche gave Lindsy a squeeze. "It's going to be all right, there are many places to hide in Paragon City, even from telepathy. We have several leads to go on, I'm sure we'll find Desdemona before long."
Lindsy continued to sob, her grief unsoothed by the heroine's words. Sister Psyche gave her another hug then got up and left the room. Lindsy stayed in the hospital for several more hours of observation due to her head wound, during which time the man who had attacked her died. The police were leaving it as self defense and suspended further investigation until the girl recovered from the shell shock. Hoping that time in peaceful and quiet and familiar settings would help, the PPD let Lindsy return home to rest, recover, and hopefully snap out of it. Putting her lone daughter up in her bed, propped up by pillows, the girls' mother comforted herself, and her remaining daughter while her husband was downstairs, working with private detectives to find his missing child.
***
Relentless Desire was paniced with such stark abject horror that she was energized. Her strength terrified the two juniors to no end. Frosted and Ecstasy both begged for information, anything, a command, something that they could do to help the situation that they knew nothing about. Despite their pleas, Relentless Desire threw them aside, screaming nonsense at them, far past coherent words as she threw dresser drawers full of clothes all over the floor. Not one room was safe as Desire ripped apart the room she and Lust shared then her two junior's rooms, then the kitchen, then the living room, then the bookshelves. With a primal shriek, Desire turned on her terrified juniors, grabbing them both by the hair and forcing them to their knees, but she seemed to find it impossible to speak
"Desire! Please! What is it? What's happened? Tell us! We'll help!"
Relentless Desire jerked on their hair and swore at them with a wrath fueled by such a horror that she seemed possessed. "Tell no one! Tell NO ONE ANYTHING! Don't tell ANYONE!"
She released both and slapped them both hard across the face, knocking them to the floor. "Don't you say another word! DON'T YOU SAY ANOTHER WORD!"
"Desire, Desire! What's wrong? We'll do anything, tell us how to help!" Frosted gasped.
Relentless Desire clutched at her breasts, her throat, her cheeks and face, her eyes rolled back in her head and she swayed like a woman in the throws of a fainting spell. Staggering she opened her eyes, the anger gone, only terror remaining. For the first time she seemed to see her fellow Sisterhood sisters and she shook her head, on the verge of screaming.
The raven maned twin touched her mouth with her fingertips, trembling in fright. "Lust! I've got to find her! I've got to go AFTER HER!"
Before they could get anything else from her, Relentless Desire exploded from the house, her Telekinetics blowing shockwaves around her as she flew through the air. For the flightless snow bird Frosted, she was powerless to keep up and she watched in horror as the leader of the Rogue Isles Sorority house vanished into the Cap au Diable night.
"I'm going after her! Hang on, Desire! I'm coming!" Burning Ecstasy bellowed, rocketing from the house like a fiery comet.
"Ex! EX! Tell me where she's going! Call me as soon as you find her! I'll come right away!" Frosted screamed after her rival.
***
Lindsy didn't wait long for news about her sister... that night she heard a noise, a noise like the jingling of tiny sleigh bells, a tinkling sound that made no earthly sense to her. She didn't rise from bed until the noise faded to silence, and a rock cracked against the bedroom window. Startled, she heard the bells jingle as though someone shook them to gain attention, and as they faded away she realized that whoever it was was running away and taking the bells with them. She rushed to open the window and looked down, spotting something shining in the night lights around the family mansion. She stole quietly outside, running downstairs on tip toe and leaving the side door cracked open so no noise would be made. Once outside Lindsy ran to the spot beneath her second floor window and found a single ticket to a strange new Carnival show with a hand written note:
"Come alone."
Hailing cabs was getting more expensive by the day around Paragon City, but to an upperclass daughter it was less money than she spent on a single outfit. She was dressed in her pinkest summer dress with knee length hemline, one she hoped would fit in at either this Carnival or wherever she might end up, and her cell phone tucked tightly in her purse. Exiting the cab in Talos Island she found her way down the wooden stairs to the boardwalk below. The boardwalk was filled with provocatively dressed jugglers and clown-like attendants who catered to whims. One woman, her face was hidden behind what appeared to be a plastic mask, Lindsy spotted and shuddered immiediatly. The woman was dressed in a victorian style dress with her dark hair up in buns.
"Hello and welcome! Tonight's show has room for many more souls. Do you need a ticket?"
Lindsy felt odd, like when someone was trying to touch her telepathicly, but not like her sister, not like when Sister Psyche touched her, it was cold, metallic like. She shook her head and thrust the ticket she had found outside her window at the strange woman.
"I-I have a ticket, I-I'm looking for someone."
The woman froze momentarily as she noticed the ticket from behind her mask's red eyes. Her voice was changed when she spoke again, pleased, but still scary and knife-like. "I see, I see. Young lady, what you have is a golden ticket, a once in a lifetime chance for the greatest never ending party of your life."
"A V.I.P. pass?" Lindsy asked.
"Indeed, a VERY important person pass. Come with me, please, and you'll find everything you could ever want and more."
The woman seemed to float away, she didn't appear to be moving her legs at all beneath the long dress, and Lindsy found it to be even scarier here, amongst so many people, than it was to be attacked in Skyway. Something sinister nipped at her neck in a very surreal way.
"I'm looking for my sister, is she here?" Lindsy asked.
The woman stopped and looked at Lindsy for a long moment before returning to her pace, leading to a large circus tent, her tone honestly ignorant, but also callous. "Perhaps she is, perhaps she is. I wouldn't be surprised at all, my dear, tonight has been a most magical night."
Lindsy noticed a girl in an orange bodice with matching thong and leather orange and yellow thigh high boots by the entrance of the tent. Her black hair was tucked into a jester's hat, and the hat was decorated at each point with tiny golden bells. She felt her stomach tie itself into knots and she gripped tightly at her purse and the cell phone lifeline that may be her only comfort and hope in this weird world.
"Harelquin, Harlequin! Come here and take this one away, she has a golden ticket, see to her needs immiediatly, and prepare her for the show! Tonight is going to be a night she will never forget!"
The Harlequin girl in orange bowed and her boobs nearly popped out of the top of her bodice as she gestured Lindsy inside the tent. Lindsy swallowed and in her mind she remembered fighting with her sister and their cousin and several other catty girls. She felt confident that she could take the obvious sex toy in a fight if she had to, if this was a setup, that is. Stepping closer and closer to the tent she felt her stomach's knots grow, infecting her entire body until, as she set foot on the threshold to the interior her entirety was eaten up with panick and fear and suddenly the tent flap closed shut on the laughing and screaming voices inside the tent, and the orange Harlequin attacked her from behind, a rag clamping over her mouth and in seconds Lindsy lost the fight she thought she would win as the chloroform finished her off.
"IF You see a Tanker Taunting you STOP IMMIEDIATLY. Everybody knows... if the Tanker has to come and get you, he's bringing a Butt Kicking with 'em."
Super Shotty Mario Bros.
Champion
Inky blackness and color and sound and noise and warmth, the warmth was amazing, the glow of feeling and ecstasy throughout Her body that focused in Her most sensitive regions brought a young woman to tears of painful ecstasy. She could tell neither time, nor space, only Her body's incredible glow and rapture but about Her face She felt a cold, malicious cold feeling. But the lights, the color, the sound, the darkness, the spinning heady mix of sex and high, the feeling of floating and flying, tumbling into arms and other bodies who all danced and cavorted in this merry orgie of night life brought passionate feelings coursing through Her body. She could tell neither who She was, nor where She was, only that She was, and it was good. She heard the crash of metal, cymbols exploding out a cacophony of noise to live to and She spun about like a staggering stripper amidst a sea of bodies, all colored red, everything seemed red, different shades of red.
She began to realize some of the cries She heard were of pain, or of effort, not of joy, but surrounding those cries, nearly totally drounding them out were cheers and chants and laughter. She raised Her own voice to add to the cheers of drunken fervor and violence and She pushed Her way through a mass of bodies encircling two Harelquin, beating the hell out of each other. She laughed as one straddled the other and begin to hit her in the face in time with some unspoken beat, the one on the ground fighting back for real, but in time with this strange beat around them, as the beating became more and more one sided. The one beneath stopped struggling and instead bounced with the blows and She felt a rush of energetic anger at the one beneath.
"Dance! Dance with the music! DANCE!" She screamed at bottom one, the one on top took the tossed brown hair of the bottom and began to slam her head into the sandy beach in time with the music, chanting and laughing in thrilling victory to the dance macabre.
If she wouldn't dance, then make her dance! If she still wont dance, kill her! The crowd raised one voice of bloody orgy and the one beneath was dragged away by several attendants and other harelquins, the one in the middle was given a hero's shout as the crowd rushed to her and the winner vanished, consumed by the human riptide. The young woman's body was on fire now, every nerve ending felt like lightning coursed through Her and She found herself in the middle of the circle with another Harlequin facing Her. Yes, yes! Dance to the music! Together Dance forever! If you don't dance, you shouldn't live! Life without the Dance was bad!
Even as the chanting in Her subconscious rolled through Her head the other Harlequin drunkenly tackled Her to the sand. She felt a sharp pain in Her head and the malice and hate was real now, that surounded Her head, the other young woman's hate adding to it and She grew indignant despite the agony that seemed to touch only part of her subconscious mind. This new Harlequin was making Her hurt and not dance, this was bad! She shoved at her attacker, finally punching Her soundly in the breast but getting little effect, the Harlequin instead reared back with two hands together and slammed an ax handle blow down into Her face. The second blow was worse, and She felt herself sinking, physically and emotionally, and deathly. The joy was being sapped by the thought that She wasn't being allowed to dance and She felt a wave of gray despair wash over Her and the thought that pain followed it bothered Her, too. She tried to grab at the Harelquin's plastic face but the girl continued her dance, thrashing about to throw Her hands off and brought down another axe handle blow. This time She felt terribly unhappy, She knew she couldn't dance and it made her cry inside. She couldn't dance, but She wanted to dance, so why didn't She get to dance?
A fourth blow crushed Her beneath it completely and She went limp, the one on top victor again. It seemed unfair to Her that it was always the one on top who got to dance. The one on top reached down and choked Her, crushing Her throat with burning and fiery hands. Yes, yes, Dance, don't stop dancing with me! As long as you dance with me I'm alive! She gurgled to the chanted rhythm, willing herself to dance with the Harelquin-on-top even as the world grew dark around Her and She felt a rush of pain as the fade to black completed.
It was the pain that She first felt alive to. The pain in Her upper part. Yes, that's where it hurt Her, in the upper part. She was immobile, of course, unmoving because to lay still was good. She was aware that there was noise in the distance, but it seemed impossibly far away to care for. Instead, She found Her curiousity called upon to become aware of a pink light or feeling she had in her upper part. She felt something strange, like something gently and lightly but ever unceasingly pulling on Her. She wasn't hot like She seemed to remember She was supposed to be, but She couldn't remember why. She felt a sudden chill swarm over Her body and envelope Her past Her skin. This cold was bad, and She didn't like it, She liked the pink light. A thing in Her upperpart, it was on Her face, yes, that was where the cold was coming from. She touched something that was not Her face. It wouldn't come off and She tugged. It still wouldn't come off and She grew angrier. It wasn't good to keep Her from the pink thing. She felt another strength, not Her arms, and decided to use that. The cold, hard thing broke free and She felt the cold drop muchly. It wasn't right, it felt very wrong to Her, the pink thing felt wrong now, it should feel good, She should feel warm but the cold was still with Her. Not as much as before, but She still felt cold. Still, She felt other lights, faint, very faint near Her. Yes, She would take warmth from them. She reached out to the warmth with Her upper parts that reached and Her lower parts that reached but not as good as Her upper parts that reached to draw within the lights She could feel. The lights went inside Her and She was alone but for the Pink Light. Still, She felt better and She came to realize there was light above Her, many lights up above Her. She laid very still while the warmth made Her feel better but soon the warmth began to leave and while She felt much better, she wanted the warmth of the Pink Light.
She found that she could move and so She rolled over and like a baby found Her knees. She stayed like that for a time, trying to remember how to make Herself near the Pink Light when she felt several strong bright lights approach. She thought this was bad but She didn't know why. She decided it was because they were not the Pink Light and so She took their warmth when they came close. She wanted only the Pink Light, it danced like a match stick flame to Her, it wanted Her and She wanted it, She craved it now. With more lights warming Her She managed to find Her feet and Her eyes saw more light, but not the kind like She could take inside Her. Not like the lights She had seen above Her, either. The Pink Light in Her mind was somewhere beyond the outer edges of these not-good lights. Her head swam and She fell into the first place again and stayed there until She knew the word "Fell". Yes, She had Fell. She looked up and was smarter, and She realized that the Pink Light was a person. Her mind's eye knew it was a person and she was a person. She was... not looking for a pink light, she was looking for the person that was the pink light in her mind that was her SISTER.
"Des." the one word Mantra brought her mind back to reality.
Where was she? She stared long at the lights of some sort of place, where was it? Where was Des? Where was she? In the darkness she watched an Orange Harlequin being dragged through the sand by a foot, bleeding from a wound in her chest, just under the ribs, and she was being dragged by another Harlequin. She watched them vanish into the dark back the way she had come from, then she watched the Blue/Green Harlequin come back alone. When the blue green one passed she looked down at herself and saw that she wore the same kind of outfit, but she touched her face and found no mask. Yellow and Green. She realized she was at a carnival. She had battled with another Harelquin... to join them. Initiation. Or Die, and the thought enraged her. Des... it had been Des. It had been DES! Des had been the one to kill her! They had made Des KILL HER!
The Blue Green harlequin never saw what killed her and with a blood lust she ripped the coroner Quin's head around so hard that she tore the head off. She hurled the head from her, splattering her with Her first victim's blood and she howled at the evil Carnival she saw before her, but they paid no heed to her threat. Seeing them cavort unconcerned she threw her head from side to side, looking around herself in the blood lust of a rage at their unholy mass and she spied the fencing sword of the dead Harlequin. She snatched it up, knowing she knew how to use it, knowing that even as her arms had snapped the young woman's neck, her mind had ripped the victim's psyche to pieces and ate it, feeding off of her knowledge and skills. She could kill. She could kill until she found Des and then she could kill more.
So obcessed and enthralled by their own blasphemous rites that the masses knew not that they were set upon by the ressurected dead. She slaughtered well into the teens before people began to realize they were being killed. Screams did no good as she cut people down, stabbing one through the eye and kicking the dead body off the end of her sword. Come to dance and make Des kill me! I'll kill you and take Des back! Des's pink light was just ahead, she cut the tent cloth asunder with a sucession of strokes and stormed inside a hellstorm of mental energy. The victorian dresses, Illusionists, she knew from the dead fencer's mind, and they had Des. Des's Harlequin turned to her with unbelieving feeling washing out of her pink light, and she knew Des was bewhildered at the sight of her. The Victorians didn't attack her either, even as she slaughtered two of their younger number the others seemed to turn to ghosts, her sword passed harmlessly through the rest. They didn't do anything but laugh merrily at the chaos she had created, and chide Des's Harlequin for not killing her. Her rage exploded and her bloodlust caused her to hurl the weapon at the Des Harlequin, the blade piercing her shoulder and the Harlequin fell to the ground with a scream. Kill! Kill! Only one, only one! Chaos makes it all more fun!
Des' Harlequinn clutched at the sword, slicing her hand and she wrenched the blade out with a jerk of telekinetic wrath. Des was helpless and she psychically [censored] slapped her sister's demon Harlequin, at the same time as she backhanded her in the physical plane. Bloodlust! Bloodlust! Bloody Lust! You can have what you desire, only Kill kill kill her!
Des still wasn't fighting back, she felt the mask as a barrier between her sister's pink light and herself and this time she knew what to do. She grabbed her sister by the hair and kissed the mask's black lips violently, flooding it and Des with more energy than she ever had thought possible. The Victorians didn't laugh as their pet's mask exploded and the Harlequin mask Des wore burst apart. Lust, lust for her sister, my sister! MINE! MINE!!!! She slammed her lips into Des' lips, the flesh and blood that contained her pink light, not the mask anymore and blasted Des once more, this time with a paralyzing, mind crushing blow that throttled the Harlequin Des, burying her in the same blackness that she had been buried in only minutes ago.
MINE! She howled up at the sky, screaming it to the world, to the Victorians, to the sky. She is MINE AND NO ONE ELSES! HER BODY AND SOUL ARE MINE! The Victorian's grew angry but she didn't care, she threw them backwards with a blast of telekinetic rage and she carried her sister away. Even now the tents were in flames, she knew somewhere inside her insanity that the heroes of Paragon had come. She also knew she would not give Des to them. They would try to take the Carnival away, to take Des away and she would hide with Des, they couldn't have her.
Some distance away in the darkness she fell to her knees with Des, feeling the pink light of her sister, still weak, and she kissed her again, not hitting her this time, but holding her, keeping the pink light close. She breathed into Des and gave of herself to the pink light. She felt the Pink light shudder and she realized the flickering in it wasn't entirely weakness, it was blackness. Des' pink light was marbled with blackness. She didn't mind though, her fierce blood lust sprang up on her and she bit Des on the lip and kissed her violently, forcing her own precious energy into her sister. She would make Des alive! It was many kisses later that Des' Pink Light flickered consciously and she was in awe of the phoenix-like aura that enraptured her mind as Des awoke from the death of the Harlequin. She felt her entire body spring up with glee and joy as her sister awoken and their minds touched intimately in ways no human could understand. Her sister knew, and she knew that her sister knew that she knew that she was her sister or was she her sister and as the phoenix aura faded to the living pink light of both fraternal twins, they looked into each other's eyes with complete understanding.
"We're together."
"They tried to take you from me."
"You killed them."
"You're beautiful..."
The blonde found herself giggling uncontrollably. "You're so gorgeous! How could anyone not love you, Des?"
The image of the phoenix still burning in her sister's mind, Des knelt in the sand with a limp arm, and she touched her blonde sister's cheek. The blonde was still laughing when suddenly she was slapped and knocked into the sand. "You little [censored]! Don't you ever hit me again!"
The blonde blinked at the stars in her head, her concussion made all the worse from the beating Des had handed out earlier and she cried out, clearly upset. "Ow! Damnit Des, I was trying to save you!"
Des screamed in pain and clutched at her shoulder wound. "You [censored] [censored] you stabbed me! I'll kill you for that!"
The Blonde roared and tackled the raven mained vixen, pinning her to the beach and causing her to cry out in agony as her stab wound was pressured. "Get this straight you [censored] maniac, you killed me FIRST! Now we're EVEN!"
She slammed another kiss into Des's lips, starting violently, then she released Des' shoulder and instead held her gently, their mind fields mixing and she helped block the pain from her wounded sister, Des responding in kind. It was a long kiss that left them both breathless and staring at each other in awe and wonderment. Whatever they were now, they were not going home, that was obvious.
"Damn you... what the hell do you think you're doing?" Des muttered, though her own body and mind were also now so new, and foreign.
The blonde was at first stunned herself but as she begin to grip her own new personality she begin to chuckle, and then laugh. "What can I say, Des? You're HOT! I've never seen you looking sexier than you do right now in that whores' clothes."
Des glared then looked indignantly away, but she couldn't hide her own pleasure at the thought of being gorgeous. "Like you have room to talk Linds, you should tuck yourself in, you're flaunting that chest of yours all over the beach, Horn dog."
"I'm not horny... I'm Lusty." the blonde said coyly, her mind sensing that she liked this word.
Des had already agreed with her mentally, like a reflex. "and I'm... Desire... yours."
Lust nodded with a worshipful smile. "Yes, Desire... an Eternal Desire."
Desire made a face, and was clearly against the name. "That's stupid. Eternal Desire sounds like some quivering Aphrodite stuck with a cloud up her [censored]!"
Lust frowned angriliy. "I like it!"
Suddenly a thought from a third mind touched them both, a mind they both recognized immiediatly, even though it was different. At their one time home a third girl stood over the dead bodies of their parents with a murderous grin on her face. All three minds thought at once it was good, that they were together, that the twin's parents were dead, and the name the red haired cousin had chosen to remember chasing their screaming mother through the house, to finally corner and slay her was good, too. Their red haired cousin had been asleep, exhausted from travelling to join Lucinda in awaiting the news of Desdemona's health. And asleep when the Masks and the violence and the carnage had ripped across all three fragile young women's psyches. And awakened to the violent urges that the twins had felt. And to pursue her first victims through the mansion until she had finally killed them.
"Relentless Pursuit."
***
The Frosted Kiss found the note and read it. "Come Alone" and an invitation to a Carnival of Shadows event in St. Martial. What significance it had was lost to her, she only knew that the Relentless Twins got in girl fights with any Carnie that dared to cross their pathes. They hated Carnies. When Frosted confirmed Desire had flown over St. Martial, she rushed to the Sisterhood's Teleporter and teleported to St. Martial. Set for the casino she had recently danced in she cussed and flagged down a cab with a wad of bills. Being that this was the Rogue Isles, cabbies who were braver didn't mind picking up people who were obvious super villains.
"Where to, lady?"
"North! The Carnival fairgrounds!"
With traffic in one of the busiest spots in all of the Rogue Islands, Frosted knew she would still be the last one to arrive. She watched Ecstasy blaze over head and she hit her communicator. "Ex! I'm in a cab right below you! What's going on?!"
"I dont know, I lost sight of her but she was heading inland."
"She's heading to the carnival fairgrounds! I think someone is calling her out!"
"I'm on it!"
Frosted cursed the day she didn't get any flight powers like nearly half of the other members of the Sisterhood seemed to have. She did arrive a few minutes later though, and she saw the big tents getting torn apart, with buildings shattering and fire raining down. The place was a warzone. She suddenly heard a scream she recognized, though, and it sounded horrible. It was followed moments later by a scream of .. Oh god, Desire, that WAS DESIRE! And it sounded like someone was ripping her soul out!
Running from the taxi she found Ex kneeling over Desire. The leader of the Rogue Islands Sorority house had a sword run through her shoulder. Ex's normally angry and hateful face wore instead, a look of total astonishment, shock, and horror while Desire's eyes stared off into the distance. Squinting through the wisps of smoke Frosted made out a blonde woman flying away.
Desire's mind was broken, her body critically wounded, but the pain she was in was emotional as she stared at what had to be the retreating figure of her sister. "Lust... Lust... Gone... don't... don't... leave me...."
The Frosted Kiss and Burning Ecstasy pullled the fencer's sword from their Senior Sorority Sister and carried her away as fast as they could, Arachnos shocktroops arriving on the scene.
"IF You see a Tanker Taunting you STOP IMMIEDIATLY. Everybody knows... if the Tanker has to come and get you, he's bringing a Butt Kicking with 'em."
Super Shotty Mario Bros.
Champion
TLDR 
Nice additions to the backstory, I'll read tomorrow when I have more time.
Questions about the game, either side? /t @Neuronia or @Neuronium, with your queries!
168760: A Death in the Gish. 3 missions, 1-14. Easy to solo.
Infinity Villains
Champion, Pinnacle, Virtue Heroes
Still Rivals Sadly, the word bubbles are missing, but Desire is in the Abandoned Sewers after psionically draining a hacker and hacking CoX to allow her to pursue her rival into the Abandoned Sewer TF ONLY to find it's not as cute and cuddley down there as she thought.
Desire: "You spend all your time in tentacle-filled Slime Pits and I'M the Kinky One?!"
Neuronia: "Get your mind out of the gutter!"
Shades of Desire A picture of Desire and her original identity, Desdemona De Marcos, the cheerleader, and... an entirely new take on the Carnival of Shadows Mask that changed her from Cheerleader to cruel psionic dominatrix. -Art by thuddleston on Deviant Art
Neuronia vs Neuronium
Desire has decided to update her look, much to Neuronia's aggravation. Ain't Rivalry grand? -Art by Funeralwind on Deviant Art Neuronia's costume designed by Neuronia, Neuronium costume re-design by me.
"IF You see a Tanker Taunting you STOP IMMIEDIATLY. Everybody knows... if the Tanker has to come and get you, he's bringing a Butt Kicking with 'em."
Super Shotty Mario Bros.
Champion
Red Devil Suit, group shot
Desire's Devil, Lust's B&W Btch, Pursuit's Neuronium
Look-a-likes
Twin War
Relentless Desire was not known for her infinite patience. The raven haired dominatrix wasn't hot tempered per se, except when it came to her fraternal twin sister. The slightly taller natural blonde half of the sisters went by the moniker Relentless Lust, and of all things, she was Desire's most natural enemy. The two young women were both gorgeous, sexy, swervy and curvy, and both highly powered psionics... so what made Lust such a threat to her inch shorter sister? As far as Desire was concerned, just exactly that.
Lust was taller, a pure natural blonde with wondefully blue eyes, and in Desire's opinion: too damn pretty. All her pubescent life she had been unnerved by Lust's constant presence, and, no matter where she went, Lust would find her, follow her, and appear as well. Sometimes this made Lust the center of attention and Desire had honestly felt threatened by this throughout growing up. It had really come to a head when the two had been in high school. Lust had no interest in Cheerleading which was perfect, as far as Desire was concerned. The raven maned vixen took up cheerleading immiediatly. She rocketed to the top, shaking her magnificient breasts and butt, winking and side stepping, cartwheeling and flipping. After four games she was considered one of the top cheerleaders and possibly taking over as Captain of the team. Then Lust showed up... Desire's eyes darkened angrily when she recalled that moment. As sister of the new star cheerleader, as the equally if not MORE beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed super honey she was quickly launched to the top of the squad and Desire felt like her star was eclipsed. AGAIN.
That's what had started them down the road to becoming super villains... Desire blinked with the realization. It was that night that had started them fighting, well, there had always been spats and a few good hair pulls but their first real knockdown drag out fistfight had been just a week later. That was the night that she, not Lust, had not returned home...
"Lindsy, please! You're not helping!"
The blonde girl sat in her school clothes, a mess, her hair twisted and knotted, her left eye blackened, screaming and yelling and crying. Her mother, the girls' mother, was trying to calm her down, but she would have none of it. Lindsy a.k.a. Lust ran upstairs to her sister's room and threw herself onto the bed. Her sister was gone, she had gone missing that very night. She hadn't shown up the next morning, she hadn't shown up at school, she hadn't come home. No one had seen her, none of her friends, and her cellphone GPS had only turned up her purse, abandoned in an alley dumpster in the seedy part of Skyway, about a block away from a club with a not-so-clean reputation. When queried about it, the bartender said he had seen Relentless Desire, or that he had infact seen Desdemona, which was Desire's real name.
"Lindsy, we'll find her. She's just... out cooling off, she'll be back." her father tried to console her.
Lindsy shook her head and sobbed loudly into her sister's pink pillow, her father shutting the door quietly and leaving his second daughter to cry.
"They don't understand, Mom and Dad, they don't know! I can't feel her anymore! She's gone! It's like she doesn't exist anymore! I should still be able to sense her! I can't even communicate with her anymore! I drove her away and now she's GONE!"
Lindsy bawled harder. She was referring to the secret her sister and she shared: a mutant bond. A power had been awoken in the both of them several years ago, telepathic powers, telekinetic powers, the powers of the mind. What's more, it was a bond between them, they had both gotten the powers in the same terrifying way and at the same time, and that catalyst had forged a mental link between the two fraternal twins and their cousin. Though not identical, they shared a bond that even identical twins did not, they were linked telepathicly.
"No matter how far away she's gone I've always been able to still feel her in my mind! If I can't feel her then she's dead! Dead or gone forever!"
Lindsy continued to sob until her eyes closed in a black and soundless sleep. The sleep was unlike any since the days before her mutation, there was nothing, pure blackness, she was totally alone and her sister was gone.
The next morning Lucinda DeMarcos pretended to go to school, but instead, she ducked out and ditched. She had a few ideas she was going to try on her own, Lindsy didn't plan on letting her sister get lost while the police claimed she was just a runaway. Desdemona wouldn't just vanish, not like this! With the thought that something bad had happened, and that she was the only one who might be able to find her sister, Lindsy flagged down a taxi.
"Can you take me to the Jubilee Club in Skyway?" she asked the driver.
"Uh, sure, but they ain't open yet, its too early for clubs here in Paragon. You from out of town?" the driver asked with a helpful smile.
"No. Take me to the Jubilee Club."
"No problem."
Stepping out of the cab, Lindsy, or Lucinda De Marcos, found herself alone as the cabby pulled away, staring at the closed doors of the club. Somewhere around here her sister Desdemona De Marcos had vanished and someone would probably recognize her. Someone would hopefully be able to point Lindsy in the right direction. With that thought in mind Lindsy approached the front door and peered inside.
"Geez, it's dark... can't see anyone inside either. Of -course- I can't! There's no one at a club at nine am."
"Hey baby, you're cute, why don't you stick around and we can find something to do together?"
The catcalls were something she was used to, but today, it signified hope, perhaps this dead beat had seen her sister? She withdrew a picture of Desdemona and showed it to the man.
"She was looking for something to do a couple of nights ago, recognize her?"
The man's eyes betrayed surprise, but she couldn't discern if it was just her attitude or the picture. His violent reaction sent her sprawling across the concrete and it was her turn to be surprised. Before she could react he had picked her up and physically threw her into the wall of the night club and her head exploded in agony. She didn't even realize the man with her was screaming as well, clutching his skull just as she was. Not at first anyway... but when she realized her own telepathic powers were broadcasting her agony into the man, she put all her sudden wellspring of hate into it and his screams chilled the blood of everyone but her. Lucinda's fires were too far hot to even be dented by the screams.
"Give me back my sister!" she shrieked, jamming herself fully into the brutal attack.
"Give her back!"
...and the first person to arrive on the scene was a hero, Synapse, to be exact. To the electrically powered hero's credit it didn't take him more than a split millisecond to realize who was the victim, and who was the super powered potential threat. With a gentle but effective jolt, Lindsy dropped limply into his arms and Synapse called for an ambulance, but he was quite certain that the man wasn't going to be going anywhere very quickly. Holding the unconscious girl in his hands Synapse tried to stem the flow of blood from her headwound and he once again cursed his slowness. Even as fast as lightning was, he had still arrived too late to stop this disastrous scene....
Curled up on a hospital bed, her knees drawn up to her, the blonde girl with the bandages on her head rocked back and forth, back and forth, humming a single, monotone note to herself. She made no movements beyond the rocking, and she neither looked nor spoke to anyone. When the nurse came in to try and get her to talk, she didn't even acknowledge her presence.
"Lucinda... you shouldn't feel bad about what happened."
Lucinda?... but while the voice spoke in a familiar psionic way, but it was entirely foreign. It was in her mind, like Des or cousin Sylvia, but, the voice ... was someone else's. Lindsy looked around the room, startled. The door opened and in the doorway stood a woman with red hair cut short wrapped in a sexy strapped green outfit.
"Allow me to introduce myself, Lucinda. My name is Sister Psyche."
***
Ever since her junior's found her unconscious and revived her, Relentless Desire slammed through the house with violent energy and only a single purpose: To find something. Everything else was thrown aside, including both Frosted Kiss and Burning Ecstasy. They watched in a terrbile, painful silence, rubbing their bruises as Desire rampaged through the house seeking an unknown.
The Frosted Kiss looked at Burning Ecstasy with frightened emotions chasing around her eyes. "Ex... what's going on?"
Burning Ecstasy could only shake her head in mute powerlessness at her senior's rampage.
"IF You see a Tanker Taunting you STOP IMMIEDIATLY. Everybody knows... if the Tanker has to come and get you, he's bringing a Butt Kicking with 'em."
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