Persiana: Shattered Dimensions
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to DC or Marvel. I own Farrah Willows/Persiana.
Chapter 1: Meeting Yourself
A white-haired young cat-woman was lying face down in the darkness. Wearing her red costume, she stood up uneasily and slowly got to her feet. Her name is Farrah Willows, the heroine Persiana. She held her head, groaning,
"I swear, this is all Barbie's fault. Knocking me out and leaving me in an abandoned warehouse."
She looked around and noticed how dark it was. Farrah tried to squint as hard as she could to penetrate the darkness, but even her enhanced senses did not seem to be working. She sniffed the air, but there was no scent. As far as she could tell; she was nowhere. Farrah opened her eyes and shook her head,
"How is that possible? I don't sense anything."
Just then, her ears twitched. Someone was behind her. She turned and snarled in the darkness,
"I know someone is there. Come out, and I promise only to hurt you slightly."
A familiar voice responded,
"Aw, and I was just starting to have fun."
Farrah blinked, suspicious,
"Wait, why do you sound like me?"
The shadow emerged and it was…Persiana. The two Persianas looked at each other in an attempt to study the other. Farrah looked at her counterpart,
"What the hell is this? A clone?"
The counterpart smirked,
"Clone, doppelganger, alternate reality psychopath; I can be a lot of things. But, for you, sweet sugar…"
Her costume shifted until she was Carnage,
"You can say I'm a little of everything."
Just then, a flying disk came out of nowhere and hit Carnage. The symbiote mass murderer screamed in agony as she cried on the ground in pain.
Farrah looked up to see another version of herself. This one, though, was far more clothed, and she was wearing what looked to be a very tight fitting SHIELD uniform. The woman muttered,
"Damn symbiotes. I hate those things."
She radioed in,
"This is Agent Willows. I've got Carnage here and he needs containment. Do you copy?"
Static came from the radio. Agent Willows cursed,
"Hell, no response."
She then looked and saw Farrah and blinked,
"Wait, what's going on?"
Farrah shook her head,
"I don't know, but I definitely know that that outfit does not do you justice."
Agent Willows raised an eyebrow,
"Excuse me, I'm not the one dressed like a street walker. I'm a respected agent for SHIELD."
Farrah scratched her head,
"Wait, how did you get to be part of SHIELD?"
Agent Willows brushed her hair back, frustrated,
"If you must know, I actually did the responsible thing and signed up, just like Leon did."
Carnage changed back to Persiana and hissed,
"YOU SELL OUT LITTLE BITCH! YOU TARNISHED EVERYTHING CAP STOOD FOR!"
Farrah nodded, her fangs being revealed,
"I gotta agree with Carnage on that one."
She then blinked,
"Wow, I can't believe I just said that."
Agent Willows rolled her eyes,
"I can't believe I used to be this immature. It's been six years since Civil War happened."
Farrah blinked,
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Agent Willows shook her head,
"Never mind. I guess I'm going to have to deputize you and help me restrain Carnage."
Carnage jumped up and shrieked,
"NO ONE WILL RESTRAIN ME!"
Agent Willows and Farrah both braced for a battle.
"Please, don't fight."
That timid voice belonged to a younger looking Persiana. This one was dressed in a bit more conservative costume, covering her whole body. She looked rather nervous, her lips trembling.
Farrah turned around, which is what Carnage wanted. She shot a tendril out and tried to pierce Farrah. However, as the tendril shot out, it also began retracting. Carnage hissed,
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
Agent Willows pounced, dashing onto all fours and, jumping, kicked Carnage out. She then turned to Farrah, who was holding the child version of herself, trying to calm her down. The younger Farrah was sniffing,
"Please, I don't like fighting."
Agent Willows hissed,
"What's the idea of turning your back on your opponent?"
Farrah looked up, snarling,
"Lady, I can't believe you're a version of me. This is a girl that needs our help."
The younger Farrah girl continued holding her counterpart, trying her best not to cry.
"I see you all have come."
That booming voice seemed to echo throughout the darkness. Agent Willows snarled,
"Who are you, and why did you bring us here?"
Suddenly, a bright blue flame appeared in the center. The voice seemed to be coming from it. The voice said,
"The four of you have been chosen by fate to help me."
Farrah blinked,
"Uh, OK. This is a little freaky, considering we don't know who you are, and all the versions of me around here."
Agent Willows shook her head,
"Don't you mean, versions of me?"
The voice from the flame said,
"While this is unsettling, I admit, it is imperative that your four gather fragments of an artifact that have stumbled into each of your realities."
The flames roared, causing all of them to jump back. The ceiling, or whatever passed for it, erupted in blue flames and the voice said,
"This artifact is said to have been forged from the dawn of time. It is said through legend that this artifact will alter existence as we know it. Regardless of the intentions of the person, for good or ill, the artifact will most certainly corrupt the user into unforgivable sins. I have determined you four are the only ones that can retrieve it."
Farrah raised her hand,
"Uh, yeah. Hi. I don't know about you, but I'm honestly the last person that should be given a big responsibility like this. I mean, what about a guy like Superman, or even Wonder Woman. They've got to be more worthy than little old me."
The voice said,
"No, it must be you, and your counterparts. You four have the skill set needed to complete this important task."
The flame then showed the four realities,
"One piece of the artifact resides in each reality. Retrieve them, and you shall be teleported back here, so that I may destroy the artifact properly."
Agent Willows shook her head,
"People are going to know if I am going to be chasing around a bunch of old junk."
The voice said,
"I have already made arrangements. Not only will the four of you have free reign to find the artifacts, you will also have no memory of these events once this task is complete. It will be as if it never was."
The younger Farrah shook her head,
"I'm scared."
The older Farrah said,
"It's all right, sweetie. You just have to remember something someone told me once; Strength comes from the mind. If you think you can do it, you will be able to."
The young cat-girl seemed to understand it, but was still slightly shaken up,
"O-K."
Carnage woke up at that moment and voice said,
"To your realities!"
A blinding light cast them out…
Next Chapter:
Four different Persianas have to recover the artifact pieces, but things are not as easy as they appear to be. What sort of challenges await each one of them? Stay tuned, fellow readers!