MoonDeity: Ok, I understand that this fic is a bit difficult to read because of the descriptions of Ebola. But hang with me; it gets better, I swear. This stuff really does happen to people in Africa...
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, or USAMRIID.
Claimer: I own Porsche and Mercedes (the characters).
Virus Trouble
Chapter 4:
Ninety Percent
Porsche leaned over the quivering Titans, malice gleaming in her onyx eyes.
"Well, hello Titans," she whispered. "Raven, I see you've broken with Zaire. That's excellent. Call me Porsche, by the way."
Beastboy moved Raven behind him and stuck out his chest.
"You're the one we heard about on the radio! You're the girl who let the Ebola loose on the city!"
Porsche leaned back and tilted her head, surveying the Changeling.
"I've gone public? Well, that's a first," she said in her silky voice.
She circled the two Titans, Beastboy sheltering Raven and watching her from the corner of his emerald eyes. Porsche's eyes darted to the door leading from the roof into the Titan's Tower. It was glowing blue with electric current.
"You friends are trapped in the Tower. We hacked into your security cameras, and saw your suffering for the last three days. Robin is very close to crashing and bleeding out. Too bad I get to miss it."
"'Crashing and bleeding out?'"
"It's the final stage of Ebola," Porsche explained, still circling, her booted feet drawing lines in the dust.
"The victim collapses and blood, Ebola blood, pours out from every opening in his body. The skins starts to rip because the Zaire has literally decayed it right off the body."
Porsche grinned.
"My favorite part is when they slough their tongue, throat, and intestine lining. It is said to be extremely painful to lose the surface of one's tongue."
Beastboy looked sick, and Raven wretched behind him. The Goth blinked and stared at Porsche.
"Wait a minute...what do you mean 'we'?"
The evil one cracked her knuckles.
"Why, Slade and I, of course. We made a deal...I give him Ebola to act as a chaos smoke-screen, the city gets destroyed, the Titans are finished by the most lethal virus in the world, Slade gets to commit acts of crimes as he pleases...I get my revenge AND have fun with the destruction."
"What do you mean, 'revenge'?" Beastboy asked. "What did we ever do to you?"
Porsche waved her fist at the two Titans.
"Not quite you specifically. But your kind. All you goddamn heroes, ruining my plans countless times, thwarting my world domination, destroying my favorite Porsche 911 get-away car..."
She wrinkled her nose at the memory.
"But now, I get to have fun with my favorite virus. And I get half of Slade's loot, which will fund my research for a virus hunt into Africa to find Ebola's natural carrier, and UNLEASH IT UPON THE WORLD! With a 9 out of 10 mortality rate, it will be the end of the human race as you know it. 90% of all humans wiped out."
Body quivering, the Goth looked up at the villain. She licked her lips and gritted her teeth.
"So what do you want with us here and now?"
Porsche reached to her side, smiling, and pulled up her skirt. She whipped out a handgun from her thigh holster and cocked it at Beastboy.
"Glad you asked, Rae. Before I set out on my expedition, I think I should have a little entertainment. So I am going to kill your green boyfriend, chain you up, and watch as you crash and bleed out. It'll be fun. For me, of course."
Beastboy stood up and faced Porsche. Determination and anger lined his green face and flickered in his eyes. He clenched his fists and squared off against the villain.
"Sorry, Porsche. It just doesn't work that way. You have to fight for what you want, and if you want me dead, then you will have to defeat me. Ready?"
Porsche twirled the gun around her index finger.
"As you'll ever be."
Beastboy charged at her with his rhinoceros form and she easily spun on her heel and dodged. Firing the gun, the bullets bounced off the leathery plates that covered Beastboy's rhino form.
He turned around and charged again, almost blindly. Porsche jumped out of the way, twirled in the air, and brought her heel down directly on the Changeling's head. The shock caused Beastboy to change out of his rhinoceros form and into human form.
Over where she lay, Raven sucked her breath in sharply as Porsche kicked Beastboy once more. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he morphing into a gorilla or a bear more suited to combat Porsche?
"Crap," she thought to herself. "Beastboy's just too exhausted to take her on."
The Green One changed into a sparrow and flew out of range of Porsche's kicks. She grinned and fired the handgun. The shower of bullets confused Beastboy and brought him down to the roof.
Porsche charged him, and Beastboy launched himself at her in the form of a ram. But the Changeling was charging too blindly and too fast. Just when he was about to make impact, Porsche spun to the side and cuffed him sharply with the hilt of her gun.
Beastboy tottered dazedly and, leaping up, Porsche delivered a flying roundhouse kick directly in his chest, bringing him down for the count. Raven screamed in horror. Landing perfectly, Porsche smiled smugly and cocked the gun at the suffering Changeling.
"Fare thee well, green one," she whispered. And her finger tightened around the trigger.
To Be Continued...
MoonDeity: Okay, by a reviewer's request, I am going to tell you how I came up with the idea for this story. I have always had an acute fascination with Ebola and its sister, Marburg. I thought it would be a good idea to engage Ebola in this story because so few people know about it. It truly is an interesting virus to learn about. I got addicted after I read "The Hot Zone" by Richard Preston.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, or USAMRIID.
Claimer: I own Porsche and Mercedes (the characters).
Virus Trouble
Chapter 4:
Ninety Percent
Porsche leaned over the quivering Titans, malice gleaming in her onyx eyes.
"Well, hello Titans," she whispered. "Raven, I see you've broken with Zaire. That's excellent. Call me Porsche, by the way."
Beastboy moved Raven behind him and stuck out his chest.
"You're the one we heard about on the radio! You're the girl who let the Ebola loose on the city!"
Porsche leaned back and tilted her head, surveying the Changeling.
"I've gone public? Well, that's a first," she said in her silky voice.
She circled the two Titans, Beastboy sheltering Raven and watching her from the corner of his emerald eyes. Porsche's eyes darted to the door leading from the roof into the Titan's Tower. It was glowing blue with electric current.
"You friends are trapped in the Tower. We hacked into your security cameras, and saw your suffering for the last three days. Robin is very close to crashing and bleeding out. Too bad I get to miss it."
"'Crashing and bleeding out?'"
"It's the final stage of Ebola," Porsche explained, still circling, her booted feet drawing lines in the dust.
"The victim collapses and blood, Ebola blood, pours out from every opening in his body. The skins starts to rip because the Zaire has literally decayed it right off the body."
Porsche grinned.
"My favorite part is when they slough their tongue, throat, and intestine lining. It is said to be extremely painful to lose the surface of one's tongue."
Beastboy looked sick, and Raven wretched behind him. The Goth blinked and stared at Porsche.
"Wait a minute...what do you mean 'we'?"
The evil one cracked her knuckles.
"Why, Slade and I, of course. We made a deal...I give him Ebola to act as a chaos smoke-screen, the city gets destroyed, the Titans are finished by the most lethal virus in the world, Slade gets to commit acts of crimes as he pleases...I get my revenge AND have fun with the destruction."
"What do you mean, 'revenge'?" Beastboy asked. "What did we ever do to you?"
Porsche waved her fist at the two Titans.
"Not quite you specifically. But your kind. All you goddamn heroes, ruining my plans countless times, thwarting my world domination, destroying my favorite Porsche 911 get-away car..."
She wrinkled her nose at the memory.
"But now, I get to have fun with my favorite virus. And I get half of Slade's loot, which will fund my research for a virus hunt into Africa to find Ebola's natural carrier, and UNLEASH IT UPON THE WORLD! With a 9 out of 10 mortality rate, it will be the end of the human race as you know it. 90% of all humans wiped out."
Body quivering, the Goth looked up at the villain. She licked her lips and gritted her teeth.
"So what do you want with us here and now?"
Porsche reached to her side, smiling, and pulled up her skirt. She whipped out a handgun from her thigh holster and cocked it at Beastboy.
"Glad you asked, Rae. Before I set out on my expedition, I think I should have a little entertainment. So I am going to kill your green boyfriend, chain you up, and watch as you crash and bleed out. It'll be fun. For me, of course."
Beastboy stood up and faced Porsche. Determination and anger lined his green face and flickered in his eyes. He clenched his fists and squared off against the villain.
"Sorry, Porsche. It just doesn't work that way. You have to fight for what you want, and if you want me dead, then you will have to defeat me. Ready?"
Porsche twirled the gun around her index finger.
"As you'll ever be."
Beastboy charged at her with his rhinoceros form and she easily spun on her heel and dodged. Firing the gun, the bullets bounced off the leathery plates that covered Beastboy's rhino form.
He turned around and charged again, almost blindly. Porsche jumped out of the way, twirled in the air, and brought her heel down directly on the Changeling's head. The shock caused Beastboy to change out of his rhinoceros form and into human form.
Over where she lay, Raven sucked her breath in sharply as Porsche kicked Beastboy once more. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he morphing into a gorilla or a bear more suited to combat Porsche?
"Crap," she thought to herself. "Beastboy's just too exhausted to take her on."
The Green One changed into a sparrow and flew out of range of Porsche's kicks. She grinned and fired the handgun. The shower of bullets confused Beastboy and brought him down to the roof.
Porsche charged him, and Beastboy launched himself at her in the form of a ram. But the Changeling was charging too blindly and too fast. Just when he was about to make impact, Porsche spun to the side and cuffed him sharply with the hilt of her gun.
Beastboy tottered dazedly and, leaping up, Porsche delivered a flying roundhouse kick directly in his chest, bringing him down for the count. Raven screamed in horror. Landing perfectly, Porsche smiled smugly and cocked the gun at the suffering Changeling.
"Fare thee well, green one," she whispered. And her finger tightened around the trigger.
To Be Continued...
MoonDeity: Okay, by a reviewer's request, I am going to tell you how I came up with the idea for this story. I have always had an acute fascination with Ebola and its sister, Marburg. I thought it would be a good idea to engage Ebola in this story because so few people know about it. It truly is an interesting virus to learn about. I got addicted after I read "The Hot Zone" by Richard Preston.