Wes chuckled as he stepped to the side to allow his partner to pass him up. "Don't worry, I'll keep them off you. Alright, lead the way then," Wes said dropping his voice to a whisper to avoid attention.
Seattle [CVU Location]
Cherish nodded and drifted slowly to the ground, making her way to the door and opening it. She wandered in an found the nearest seat, awaiting her new associate. Once they were seated and she had the woman’s full attention, Cherish would explain her plan.
“If you accept, and everything goes well, I would like to be lifelong partners with you. Well, at least until you retire anyways. I’d be your spy, and an ally hidden in the limelight, and all I ask is that you… take a dive. Let me explain. What I want is to be loved and adored by all. I want the world to know my face and praise it. I want my name to be synonymous with glory, perfection and desire. And I’ve learned how to obtain it. You know of comic books, don’t you? They’re always centered around some altruistic hero whom the masses love and adore. And why do they love the hero? It isn’t because of their ideals, nor their powers, nor their words. It’s because of their actions! A hero and a villain constantly struggling for supremacy in an endless duel. The villain fights for his selfish desires while the hero battles for the helpless populace that rely on him. They know that if it weren’t for the hero, they would be subject to the will and the might of the ever-hated villain. And when he triumphs, he is seen as an idol and is loved. I want that. And you… I want you to be my villain. My antagonist. You see, what I want is for us to give the populace a show. They all know who you are by your actions, but they don’t know me, and I want your help to make a good first impression. All you have to do is attack another one of the pigs on your hit-list, but this time, I want you to fail. And I want everyone to see it. A spectacle. I want you to fall, alive but defeated. I will take the glory for the defeat of the ‘terror that threatened this city's political leaders’, and with a just, merciful hand at that.” Cherish explained.
She leaned in and smiled, adjusting to a more comfortable position and keeping her soothing eyes locked on present company. Narcissistic visions of her future valor filled her lustful mind as she explained the rest of her plan, “Now here’s the part that you’re gonna like. A few days after they throw you in the slammer, I’ll swing by and get you out. Not an issue at all. But beforehand, I’ll get to know every dirty politician on your list. They’re all going to want to meet their savior and protector after all, aren’t they? The only one who managed to save a pig from you. I’ll get all the information that you could want to finish off that list. And once you’ve finished, and have reminded the people of why they should fear you, the “hero” will encounter the “villain” once more, and she will defeat her, once again proving her greatness to the people. An epic saga for the media and the people to feast their hearts upon, and a win-win for both of us. I get the love of the people, and there will be no one who can escape your wrath. All you have to do is take a dive and trust me. What do you say?”
She held out her hand, an accepting grasp sealing the deal and freeing Cherish to continue into the specifics of the plan.
Sahi listened intently, a smile gradually spreading across her face as the plan came together. Oh that's brilliant, that's like...Time Siphon level bullcrap. I knew I liked this girl when I saw her. "Ok...ok. I think I see where you're going with that." She said with a smile. She leaned forward and took her hand, but placed the other over the top of it softly. "I'm curious as to how else it pays out for me. After I kill off the rest of the list I'm going to need a lot more than that to keep going."
She leaned back in her seat, trailing her hands off of the other woman's almost intimately. "So tell me more about this plan of yours and assuming you can provide me with more as we keep going, I'll be happy to sign up. I've been looking for a way to...reinvent myself, you might say...and this sounds like an absolutely flawless opportunity to do just that."
Besides if she's lying and leaves me in jail, none of these silly human jails can hold me anyway. She has no idea who she's signing up with...and if she keeps her end of the bargain she need never find out. If she doesn't....we'll have more than words.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-
An aged, slightly-wrinkled hand lined with grayed hairs came down upon an alarm clock, forcing silence and signifying a start to the day. Sitting there beside Cherish’s bare body and all of its bliss, the naked man rose to his feet and prepared for his day. As he disappeared into an adjacent bathroom, Cherish rolled towards the center of the King-sized bed and glanced at the curtained windows, the few beams of light that entered the room let her know that she too needed to prepare herself for the day.
The man in the bathroom whom had gotten to know Cherish quite a bit in the past month or so was a Mr. Derrick Halford, owner of a Halford Automotive. Cherish despised the man’s smell, his touch, his voice, and his arrogance, but she loved the way that he treated her, giving her her freedom and ample money to do what she wanted while he was at work. He, like many men, had become intoxicated by not only her flawless body but her captivating aura, and his heart had nearly belong to her. The feeling wasn’t mutual. Still, she was happy with her current living arrangements and could deal with the small annoyances that defined this man until she cold find better.
Normally, the alarm clock would signify the second portion of Cherish’s sleep cycle, but her recent dealings with a street artist have motivated her to rise with the sun, in order to avoid missing out on any daytime excitement that may start up while she was in deep sleep. Much to Mr. Halford’s surprise, his mistress would join him in his daily morning routine and would be ready for her day at the time of his departure. She joined him for breakfast, thanking the maid whom had prepared her banana crepes just how she liked them and waved him off as he departed.
Nearly a half hour would pass as Cherish obsessively checked her phone for a call, a message, anything to signify that it was time for her show… but nothing. As she sat upon her chair that could easily pass as a relic from the Victorian Age, she grew more and more downtrodden. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her breasts, and warm lips began to desperately feed upon the right side of Cherish’s neck.
“Stop it Johnny…” Cherish rejected the butler in annoyance, reaching back over her shoulder with her left arm and pushing him back with one finger.
“What? Halford won’t be back for hours, we…” Johnny replied, cut off as Cherish turned around and sealed his lips with the very same finger that pushed him away.
“Not right now. There’s something important to me that I’m trying to accomplish, and I can’t miss this call when it comes. We can play when I’m done, okay?” Cherish explained, sending him a wink and planting a kiss on his forehead.
“Alright.” He replied, comforted by her kiss, “Good luck with everything, and let me know if you need anything.”
And with that, the slightly-less-than faithful butler left to begin his duties. He only made it partially up the stairway before Cherish’s phone began to ring. Her face lit up with excitement as she identified the caller as none other than The Artist. Every fiber of her being wanted to answer the phone immediately… but she restrained herself. 3 rings, she would wait three rings before answering. And with her absurd speed boosting her reactions, not even a femptosecond after the sound of the third ring hit her ear, she answered the phone.
“Showtime?” Cherish answered the phone, both confirming her identity to the speaker and letting her antagonist know that she was ready. She would listen to all of her instructions and meet up with the pink assassin at the predetermined time.
Immediately after receiving her instructions, she would race up to her room again, zipping past Johnny in a flash of green and orange, and straight into her wardrobe. A suit that she had previously purchased to entertain her sugar daddy would become her chosen attire for her performance. After all, she did promise to amaze. She floated in place for a moment, psyching herself up for the upcoming battle. After taking enough deep breaths, she locked eyes with herself in the mirror, her face growing serious as she confirmed it to herself….
The mayhem started as it often did at the campaign rally...without warning. One moment the candidate was giving a speech, the next a brightly colored armored woman was strolling through the crowd, sniping guards with pistols like they were rifles and she had all the time in the world to aim. The super heated plasma ate apart brain tissue and boiled chest cavities. Guards dropped before they could register the fact they were under attack and as quickly as it started, it was over. The woman stood in the middle of the crowd, seventy five yards away from the next man on her hit list.
"Guards? I mean really? Come on man rent-a-cops?" She gestured with one of her weapons in clear disappointment. "You couldn't hire like...I dunno...someone interesting? I mean, ok, bare with me for a moment guys." She motioned to the crowd. "I'll get to the fun part soon enough." she paused, frowning. "Where was I? OH right. So you hired a bunch of stupid rent-a-cops to protect you from The Artist? I mean good lord, I went to Walmart yesterday and they had better security. Honestly that's just insulting."
She shrugged and leveled her right hand pistol at him. The man cowered behind his podium a little. "Bye bye." She caressed the trigger, sending a bolt of plasma straight for his face. This was the part of the script where a beautiful woman would arrive to save him from the blasphemies of the mysterious, helmeted Artist. She smiled a little beneath her helmet. It was win win even if she failed to show up on time, the man would be dead. If she did, they could put on a show...and Sahi loved putting on shows.
From atop a nearby building, Cherish watched the massacre in glee, her partner’s merciless tactics and psychopathic behavior working wonderfully to turn the happy citizens of Seattle into helpless frightened cattle. Desperate times such as these were the perfect conditions to breed worshipers and to foster religion. And today, Cherish, or more appropriately Seraph, would become the deity that they would turn to, the god that they needed. The screams of the citizens below, the smell of burnt flesh, the scenes of gore, they were no different than a dinner bell or a four-leaf clover to her. Nothing more than a sign of good fortune to come. And then her cue arrived:
I'll get to the fun part soon enough.
Cherish smiled and prepared herself, waiting for the proper moment to intervene. Her heart was pounding, her pupils dilated, she had never been so excited.
Bye Bye
Like a bolt of lightning, a savior appeared! A green streak of light, slowly fading, trailed her path to origins unknown. The searing ball of plasma dispersing with a single backhand as our hero appeared at the last second to save the life of another prospective mayor. She was radiant as she floated in midair, her stance embodying strength and her face mimicking disdain as she gazed down upon the neer-do-well. And then, she began her counter attack.
Her eyes began to glow, brighter and brighter green until the light that they contained leapt from their cages, like attack hounds locked on a target. Not an instant later, the two beams of focused light collided on a single point in the soil a few feet in front of The Artist, causing a respectable explosion, hoping to knock back the foe and provide the angel with some cover to rescue the man. Immediately afterwards, the green-eyed wonder flew around and snatched up the terrified man that she had just saved, carrying him up to the perch that she had recently occupied so that he could enjoy the very same spectacular view of the scene that she had once had.
“Are you okay?” she asked the man.
“ Y-y-yes. W-who are you?” The man asked, struggling to regain his composure.
“I’m Seraph. And I’m here to stop this monster from taking any more lives. Just stay here, okay?” Seraph explained, waiting for a confirmatory nod before departing and engaging her foe.
Seraph returned to the spot at which she intercepted the bolt of plasma and locked eyes with The Artist once again, “Criminal! You’re a fool if you think that you can simply murder innocents without consequence. I’m gonna give you one chance to surrender voluntarily, but regardless of your answer, I’m taking you in. And you’re gonna make up for every sin that you’ve ever committed. Justice will be served, so how hard do you want to make this?”
As she floated there, she took a quick survey of the area and the results of their little display pleased her. An Audience. A flock of citizens with hope in their hearts, all cheering for her and her success as they gazed wide-eyed up on her. Cherish felt alive, absolute bliss in the limelight. She didn’t allow her true feelings to show through it all, however. Only a quality actor can properly perform a role on stage, and right now, she wasn’t Cherish. This was Seraph, Seattle’s new star and messiah!
A small wink confirmed Cherish’s insincerity as she threatened the villain before her. At this moment, she didn’t want a surrender. No, she wanted a complete performance...
Sahi smiled in the smoke. "I'm just fine thank you." She waited as Cherish revealed her beautiful, youthful face and smiled again, brushing away a strand of stray hair that fell over her eye. "You look hot in that outfit, you should wear it more often."
She nodded that she was ready and then found herself flung through the air. She gripped her pistols tightly, held off until the last second and then shifted her body in the air, contorting it so that rather than smash into the pavement she rolled with the impact, Her roll carried her into the midst of the shocked crowd, which parted rapidly.
Sahi bit back a smile and stood up slowly, making a show of dusting off her armor as she heard people murmuring about her appearance. Though it was obvious from her voice that The Artist was female, most hadn't expected someone so young and charismatic looking. Her exotic light golden eyes blinked as she shifted her gaze back to the smoke where they had been 'fighting' moments before.
"I'll give you this...you hit pretty hard." She smirked and pulled a spherical explosive from her belt. "but not hard enough." She said, tossing the explosive into the smoke.
Sigh. I need to fix this damn car.
Diane stared at the car parked inside her Garage. There seemed to be an electrical fault in it, the radio wasn't working. Maybe she needed to take it to an autoshop. She knew one, a friend of hers recommended. Adrian's shop.
Diane pulled her red color car out, and drove, only 1 minute past the closing time, she managed to reach the shop, and parked her car inside. She stepped out of the vehicle and called out,
"Anyone around?"
After the killing of his wife and kids, and the eventual massacre of the town of Rose, Xanders has been passed from prison to prison, never having been in one place for more than a few months. The only reason that the US Military chose to keep him alive was strictly because he was an invaluable asset. Despite on prison term, he was usually let out under guided surveillance on certain missions.
Xanders was diagnosed with PTSD, and his actions in the eventual massacre of the town was dismissed as being caused by the deaths of his family. His skills did not wane, nor did his physical condition deteriorate. In fact, Xanders seemed to have grown sharper, his mind was reported to have increased in its capacity to process information at a rate that was beyond the norms of human beings.
19 KM south of Downtown Seattle
Federal Detention Center, SeaTac
Xanders was transferred to the facility a week prior, after he had accomplished a mission in Germany. Ironically enough, the military trusted Xanders not try and escape. Never once has he attempted of doing such. There was really nothing in the outside world he desired any longer. His life in the prison was one of luxury, and vigilance. He was provided a private room, with all manners of comfort, books, internet, magazines, video games, you name it, he had these facilities. Xanders was never required to move out of prison unless on a mission.
But strangely enough, after about a week of being in the prison, Xanders was called out, not my the military, but by another inmate. And the guards seemed to obey the whims of this figure, whoever he was. He had been lost in some papers and reading them when the call came.
"The Artist wishes to speak to you" The guard who came to his "cell", said.
Xanders raised an eyebrow at this, "I am not acquainted with any artist,"
"She wishes to speak to you," The guard insisted.
"Alright, take me to this Artist of yours," Xanders tossed the papers on to his mattress and got up to leave.
A couple of heavily armed guards entered Xanders's cell, and restrained him as per procedure, before they escorted him out of his cell. He was led to an empty cell on the other side of the prison. There was a woman waiting for him. The guards had him sit, and removed his mouth restraints, allowing Xanders to talk to the mysterious woman who was claiming she now controlled half of the prison.
"Yeah guards ... make sure not to disturb us, nor look around, whatever it is you hear happening within this cell," Xanders was neither hitting or flirting with this woman. He was simply addressing his discontent for the guards. How had they let some sort of girl control their actions? What about their loyalty to the nation. A deranged criminal he was, but he sought justice, he still fought for his country, "And you said you controlled half of this prison? What about the other half? No. I have no interest in paltry politics. And lastly, what kind of business?"
During Sahi's stay in jail, Cherish has gotten to know every politician who, prior to her intervention, had lived in constant fear of the pink assassin. She had taken the time get to know their families, their itineraries, their security measures, their hideaways, everything that was supposed to help her do a better job of keeping an eye on them and protecting them. And much to Cherish's liking, they each gave her this information in private; her own charisma, innocent smile and divine charms helping her to form the most 'sincere' bonds of trust with these men as she made herself known to the city. She wrote it all down, promising each fearful soul that she'd make good use of the information. She wasn't lying.
A little over a week later, in the blackest of night, the light sounds of crackling brick could be heard above Sahi's head in her cell. If she looked up, she would see a growing trail red faults spread on her roof until they completed a full circle. Then, slowly and silently, the portion of the ceiling traced in red would rise out and move to the side. A fox's mask would peer into the cell through the hole, it's wearer's body draped in black. It waved down at her briefly before speaking to Sahi with a familiar voice, muffled a bit by the disguise.
"Fun Fact: It's an 80 ft drop from the roof down onto the ground. The guards don't waste their their time checking for suicidal prisoners up here, lol" Cherish reached down from the ceiling looking to take Sahi's hand and hoist her up, "I haven't wasted any time either. I got info on all of your men, you can feel free to do whatever you want with it. Is it just you or is there anyone else that I need to pick up before we head out of here?"
If there was anyone else to be rescued, she'd drop Sahi far away from the prison and quickly retrieve them before taking her leave. Whatever openings that she burn open she would simply solder closed to leave no immediate or apparent signs of the method by which her accomplices would escape. With this, the first part of Cherish's... or rather, Seraph's path to fame would be complete.
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During Sahi's stay in jail, Cherish has gotten to know every politician who, prior to her intervention, had lived in constant fear of the pink assassin. She had taken the time get to know their families, their itineraries, their security measures, their hideaways, everything that was supposed to help her do a better job of keeping an eye on them and protecting them. And much to Cherish's liking, they each gave her this information in private; her own charisma, innocent smile and divine charms helping her to form the most 'sincere' bonds of trust with these men as she made herself known to the city. She wrote it all down, promising each fearful soul that she'd make good use of the information. She wasn't lying.
A little over a week later, in the blackest of night, the light sounds of crackling brick could be heard above Sahi's head in her cell. If she looked up, she would see a growing trail red faults spread on her roof until they completed a full circle. Then, slowly and silently, the portion of the ceiling traced in red would rise out and move to the side. A fox's mask would peer into the cell through the hole, it's wearer's body draped in black. It waved down at her briefly before speaking to Sahi with a familiar voice, muffled a bit by the disguise.
"Fun Fact: It's an 80 ft drop from the roof down onto the ground. The guards don't waste their their time checking for suicidal prisoners up here, lol" Cherish reached down from the ceiling looking to take Sahi's hand and hoist her up, "I haven't wasted any time either. I got info on all of your men, you can feel free to do whatever you want with it. Is it just you or is there anyone else that I need to pick up before we head out of here?"
If there was anyone else to be rescued, she'd drop Sahi far away from the prison and quickly retrieve them before taking her leave. Whatever openings that she burn open she would simply solder closed to leave no immediate or apparent signs of the method by which her accomplices would escape. With this, the first part of Cherish's... or rather, Seraph's path to fame would be complete.
Sahi smiled and took the offered hand, helping to pull herself up. "Great...thank you." Sahi told her honestly. "There's a man in the other half of the prison..." She started and proceeded to provide her with a description and the man's location. "I'm not sure what he's planning but he's less of an artist and more of a sledge hammer, you know? Might want to get him quickly. He's agreed to talk to you and I think he'll join your plan...nice mask, by the way." Sahi said with a grin. Once her friend had departed Sahi adjusted the appearance of her temporal armor and urged it to create her helmet and weapons again.
Sahi activated the temporal armor's anti-gravity mechanisms and simply left the prison through the air with no one the wiser. Once on the ground outside she sent a message to her departed ally. "Dinner?"She had plans other than food of course and grinned a little. Time to initiate the tap that phase.
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