[DCRP] Rusted Bones

[Defiance]

Anguished chokes sputtered behind a cruel death grip, accompanied by tears in their descent upon parched skin. Malevolence in its purest form, a savage manipulation of the mind through pain and suffering. There could be no resistance, not in this day, not in this age. Powerless, a pathetic being forced to watch its demise through tear-filled eyes. This was the real world that was seen but not known. Steel caressed its neck, searching for weakness in playful inhumanity. Life was so fragile, so easily shattered. And yet the death of a single one could be a catalyst, an eruption of terrible events. The aftermath is phenomenal in the catastrophe it causes, continuing in a downward spiral of death and plagues. Blood mixed with tears, and whimpers escaped a compressed esophagus.

A high-pitched voice hissed its demented consolation, insanity soaked into the very depths of its formation.

"Come now, child, it can't be that painful."

This derangement was unbridled, loose, and thus was free among the streets of Blüdhaven. Hysterical laughter erupted in the dark room, and he released his victim from the fingers of asphyxiation. Long sanguine dreads danced around in amusement behind a silver mask, glowing eyes reflecting the inhumane presence within. He sported a checkered shirt and striped jacket, which he wore enthusiastically. Energy seemingly sprung from all around him as he danced around his victim.

"But if you yell for help I'll just have to torture you again, I'm sure you wouldn't want that."

The man, tied up and on the floor, wept of the madness he was being subjected to. Excruciating torment and agony had befallen him in physical form, which continued to mock and hurt him unceasingly. Such misfortune was worse than death, perhaps even hell.

"You're strangely soft for an informant." The shrill voice spoke with curiosity and morbidity. "Where can I find Verdigris?"

"I don't know any Verdigris." He sobbed. "Please just let me go home."

Dreads moved again as he chuckled. "You're not very good at lying. Where's Verdigris?"

Tears stopped and the whimpers ended, and the man was now silenced. He looked up, a new look on his face. Not of fear or sorrow. Truth.

"Would it matter, Ragdoll?"

The mask froze for a long moment, staring at the man's face. The figure leaped up to him and stabbed the man in the back of his neck, causing blood to profusely spill down the man's shirt.

"I suppose not."

A new voice emerged in the shadows, a hardened deep voice, filled with confidence. "You really shouldn't have done that." The mask rotated on it's neck like an owl, turning to look into the shadows of what new presence had entered. "Strange how you evaded my senses, Verdigris. Stranger still why you didn't stab my back when you had the chance, therefore saving your friend." A figure walked from the shadows into a shaft of light from a broken window, exposing a face that had endured many years of pain and violence. His eyes reflected the deadliness, a formidable enemy that made Ragdoll pause.

"If there's one thing I've learned from killing your friends, Peter, it's to not have any."

 

[Bee-Den Iosis]

Hal and Billy drove into Bludhaven and could immediately tell where the hostage situation was. He looked around saw an alley way leading to the hostage situation. They could sneak or go full force. "What do you think?"

 

[Creation]

Billy thought about it and when he had an answer he was ready to go, but for this plan they had to sneak around. He told Hal to stop the car and once he did he got off.

"Hal, we must move in the shadows. We can't let anyone now we are here until we reach the hostage situation."

After explaining the plan he quickly ran off towards the ally leading towards the hostage situation, which he would calmly take care of once he was there.​

(Short post, ain't feeling so good)

 

[Bee-Den Iosis]

Hal followed Billy to the Alleyway. He knew this situation must be cleared up fast if they were to get to gotham soon. He quickly suited up then started to sneak into the bank where the situation was held. It had been going on forever and soon he believed the robber would start to shoot his hostages. "We need to go now, or it's gonna get bad!" He snuck to the counter where he saw 3 Criminals talking to one another, The robber with a hostage and another criminal taking a smoke. "What now?"

 

[Defiance]

Peter Merkel Jr. cocked his silver face, crimson dreads hanging down on the side, his eyes piercing through the darkness with a glint of bloodlust. "Well played." He paused, and the two figures stared at each other, two players locked in a game of life and death. The first sign of weakness heralded nothing but a loss that would proclaim one greater and the other lesser. A cruel competition played by this world, an unfair judgement of superiority and chance. Peter leaped into the air, brandishing his freshly stained knife, and slashed it through the air. It narrowly missed Ryan's fleeting throat, and a rapid sword strike, too, escaped it's cage and searched for flesh. Peter immediately bent his back in a limbo position with ease, the blade whistling past his silver face.

Ryan kicked him in his lower abdomen, and Ragdoll sprawled across the floor, his reflective mask still locked in an image of passion. Giggles escaped it's false carvings, accompanied by the clatter of his bloody dagger into the shadows. "Therein I see the murderer of my comrades. Well played, Verdigris." The unbridled renegade tiredly approached the fallen menace, tensing himself for the finishing strike. Before he could make the swing, two hands shot out from the nest of dreads and nestled the blade between their clasped palms. Ryan angrily took a two-handed push on it's hilt, as to stab the irksome freak, but found that he could not best Peter's iron grip.

"You're delaying the inevitable, Merkel."

"Is that so," returned the high-pitched screech. "I should think not."

With his grip he diverted Ryan's push into the ground, sinking the sharp blade into the damp concrete. His two feet erupted with frightening speed, knocking Ryan back from his weapon and into the nearby wall. A single acrobatic maneuver and Ragdoll was at his feet, with the sword now in his hand.

"You see?"

Anger quickly manifested in an aggressive two words. "Shut up." He drew his automatic pistol and shot him three times in the chest. Slowly, Peter looked down in horror as blood pooled from the wounds into his checkered shirt, the very same he had worn since he had joined the Secret Six. Steel noisily fell from his fingers onto the floor as he collapsed, the blood quickly escaping to desecrate the cursed ground further. Ryan bent down and grasped his sword from the ground, and he severed the thing's head.

Just a couple more to go.