Author's Note: A while ago (and by that, I mean several years previous), my close friend had an account on here, under FictionEnforcer. She wrote a story about Barricade and his rescuing of a human female named Penelope. It became somewhat popular (whatever that's defined as), but as she started on a sequel for "Kryptonite", she had to delete her account for multiple reasons, mainly that her mother had died. But now, several years later, she asked if I wanted to join her (embark on an epic journey, if you will) in the making of a reboot. She feels terrible for leaving her old series behind, and all its fans with it. So for those of you familiar with Barricade, Penelope, and yes, the antagonist(s) – the legacy continues!
This is, in fact, a reboot – not a reposting. So it's going to be slightly different from the way it and the original plot was written. I hope we don't disappoint. :(
If you have any questions – PM us, please! :D If you have any comments – review! :D
P.S: Many thanks to Kiba-The-Life-Guardian. She has done a great service to this fiction by instilling her knowledge and assistance within its lines. Please pay your respects. Now, onward, minions!
"Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class."
- Tommy Ryan, Titanic (1997)
A sharp, blistering cold met her bound frame with a violent crash.
Struggling against the water dragging her into its dark clutches was futile.
But still she fought.
Being pulled into the sinister, harsh terrain of depths that went otherwise unexplored by mankind was a daunting thought. No one would find her. Her corpse would forever be at the mercy of her damp graveyard and the algae and microscopic organisms that was its resident's.
Despite her tied wrists and ankles, she writhed against her certain doom with a vigor that was respectable at best; pathetic at worst. But even her most valiant effort to break the surface of the lake and restore precious oxygen to dying lungs was not enough.
This was how she was going to die. She was to be wrenched deceased as a forgotten lump of blood, tissue, skin, and eventually bone, decaying at the bottom of this nameless water mass; alone, unloved. Somehow, she had hoped her death would have been more glorious than a simple drowning.
Her eyes wide and terrified, she desperately inhaled deeply – panic shredding through what remained of her sanity as her breath was met with piercing liquid. It mercilessly, remorselessly choked her last minimal supply of air pocketed within the vicinity of her constricting chest.
Jesus, she was scared. It should have been a comfort to know how she was going to die – like a Caliber to the head. Instead of a quick mercy as that, she was left with the excruciating pain of all traces of oxygen trapped inside being washed out as 75% of water in her body steadily increased to 100. She was left playing a guessing game with Death, determining the time of her demise and when it would come to grant her its blissful peace.
Her eyelids began to flutter closed, despite protest on her behalf. She had not the energy to watch the bubbles evaporate around her; had not the strength to see the last streaks of the moon's gentle light illuminate the floating particles surrounding her as darkness enveloped remaining traces of consciousness.
In her last moments of sight, a force large and heavy enough to impregnate a disturbance that could reach her, even between the distance of her and the outside, collided with the water.
Four optics, a deep crimson, blazed above her.
But it was too late.
Death overtook her; His spindly fingers wrapped their freezing digits about her innards until her contracted heart finally came to a rest. He coaxed her into a hiatus that defied the agony of her current experience; promised forever freedom from the woes of Life. And in those last moments of Life, metal connected its alien warmth with the flush of her back and began to frantically rise upwards.
But it was too late; her fate had been predetermined… It was too late… Too late… Too…