Author's Note: Here is part one. This chapter is really long (52 pages total) so I'm breaking it down two chapters. This has gone a little dark another reason why this went from T to M. But things will get better! Well enjoy this chapter and goodnight! ~Eve
Poison Ivy
Everything was going as I planned for the surprise dinner that I was impressed by how quickly I changed my home from ordinary to extraordinary. I changed into a simple but fancy white lace dress that hugged my body like a glove. I styled my hair in a loose updo that wrapped one side over the other in the back, a single strand of hair was left on touched on my right side. My cream high heels clicked after each step I took while running around in the kitchen, putting away the clean utensils that I had just washed.
The homemade meal, Chicken Alfredo with Caesars salad to go with, the table set with the flowers that Peter sent me in the center and surrounding it were tiny one-inch white unscented candles, the whole apartment sparkly clean. I made sure to spread out many shapes and sizes of candles that smelled like mangos and pomegranate, refreshing and delicious. Dessert was the only thing not finished since it was just well in the bedroom…Yeah right! Since I went with an Italian meal it was only fair to have an Italian dessert: Tiramisu.
The whole day I slaved on making the perfect meal for Peter. I wanted to surprise him like he surprised me. I wanted him to know that I'm committed to the relationship just as much as he was. I had Harley and Felicia (who quickly became a friend despite wanting to kill her when I first met her) helping me in the beginning until they both started to help themselves with 'little' tastes here and there. I kicked them out when they started to grab plates and wanted to taste the meal to make sure I had everything right, taste, texture, enough sauce or cheese in the salad.
Another reason for kicking them out was their persistent blabber on how dessert should be. They both agreed that I should be the dessert but what they didn't agree on was on what kind of dessert I should be. It didn't help when Eddie came in the middle of the debate then left without a word shaking his head leaving me behind with the two girls.
I sighed out loud while lightening up the last few crayon red candle. I stared at the movies of Star Wars and thought back only few hours ago of when they were brought over…
I was finishing up throwing away the trash from the night before and fixing up my room that was covered in clothing, my clothing. It seemed that while the three of us were drunk we played dress up. Yay. Nippy was camouflaged into the green and the Mothies were spread around the room, sleeping. My babies are so adorable when they were sleeping. I felt a motherly smile spreading across my lips.
A knock on the door brought me out of my motherly mood. I rushed out to the front door with a smile on my face unaware of who was at the door not that it mattered. Gwen had texted me that she was going to send someone with the movies so I assumed it was the person.
"Thank you, Gwen said you'd be coming!" I spoke as I opened the door only to find Dick Greyson on the opposite side of my doorstep with the movies on hand. "She didn't mention you'd be the one dropping them off."
"Things came up." Nightwing handed me the movies which I took with caution. He eyed me up and down then clicked his tongue. His constant staring started to annoy me, why wasn't he leaving?
"Um, thanks for these. If you don't mind, you are kinda ruining my perfect day here." I was about to close the door but Dick put his damn foot in between the door and the door frame. He pushed the door open and I stepped back opening the door again not wanting to fight.
"Yes?" I asked sweetly as if nothing happened.
"Peter said you and Harley wanted to change." Greyson sounded like he didn't believe in Peter's words. He still distrusted us, then again if I were in his position I would too so I wouldn't blame him.
"Yes but I don't know about the hero part. I don't want to keep doing this, you know. If, IF, there is anything I could do to be the person I was before and be with Peter. I would do it." I sighed, I saw this conversation coming but why did it have to be on this day?
"We" Meaning Bruce and him, "gave you many chances to do that. Why reject our offer when we offered it to you?" He wouldn't understand. The many times they offered it, I saw no honesty in their eyes and words even though they meant every word.
"Listen Boy Wonder, can we have this conversation some other time? I have a date with Peter and you being here is ruining my mood." I wanted him to leave to let me and Peter enjoy the rest of the day with ourselves and the days that followed. "If you want, we can grab some coffee and catch up on what made me change but not right now."
"Fine, I'll take you on that offer, Ivy. Oh and I hope you enjoy your date with Peter. He's a good guy and a good friend to Gwen. If this is just a game for you then stop it with Peter. He doesn't deserve any of it." I glared at him as he spoke like he knew me. Well he did know me but that was from a long time ago or rather few weeks ago. I knew that my feelings for Peter were true and real.
"Get out of here Nightwing. I'm on the verge of punching your precious face if you don't." I threatened him without hesitation. I knew I shouldn't have. He's dating Gwen and could easily turn her against me, if he wanted too. That and he knew where I lived and could send the police after me and ship me back to Arkham Asylum. He tsked at me before leaving.
I bit my lip going back to that place would be a nightmare. The people there with smiles and talking so sweetly that made me want to gag. In the shadows of their so called innocence where darkness and evil. That place was my hell. Separated from my babies and from life makes me crazy and desperate enough that I would willingly play into make believe. I don't want to go back there. I won't go back there. I let my body fall on the couch trying to calm myself down before Peter came. I glanced at the clock, 6:07 pm.
It wouldn't be long till he arrived.
I couldn't stop myself from feeling the butterflies in my stomach. Will Peter love his surprise? Wait…does he even like Italian food?
Well too late to make last minute changes unless he would prefer take-out. I made a face at the thought, there was no romance in that well in my point of view.
Few more minutes passed that I got tired of sitting and got up, walked around the house doing another check around the house. Everything was perfect. The whole living room was perfect. The light were dim letting the candle light be the main source of light in the room. The couch fixed with two couch pillows paired together on the far left side, leaning against the arm rest and in the center was a blanket neatly folded for when we would sat down and watch the movie.
My heart gave a nervous jolt when a door knock came from the door. It sent chills down my spine, he was here. I swallowed the nerves and walked up to the door. I peeked through the peep hole in the center of the door and sure enough Peter stood there on the other side. I pulled away whispering a few words of encouragement before opening the door.
"Welcome home, Peter!"
Spider-Man
"Welcome home, Peter!" Pam announced. I jumped back, surprised by her reaction. Thought she'd wouldn't be back till much later. "P-Pam!" I stuttered. "Um...N-Nice to see you!" Ivy smiled, kissing me on the cheek. "Nice to see you to, Pete." she responded. I slowly walked over to the couch, seeing that dinner was already ready. I blushed deeply, "Ivy, you shouldn't have." I laughed.
"Ya, she probably shouldn't have!" Harley pointed out. "Nevah did like her salads! Too much lettuce and not enough croutons and cheese!" Ivy rolled her eyes, looking back at Harley and shaking her head. I took a drink of some lemonade on the table, it had been a pretty hot day and Lord knows I needed it. Felicia walked downstairs, shrugging. "Think we should have gone with Harley's idea." she said. "All she wanted to make was a giant pie...With Ivy inside, waiting to break out."
I spat my lemonade laughing at the idea. Ivy jumping out of a pie...It would have been a neat experience, no doubt. Maybe Harley could try it for Eddie. "I'd save that kinda stuff for Eddie, Harl." I told her with a smile. "He seems to be more into that...Er, weird stuff." Harley thought for a moment, a smile on her face. "Good ta know!" she chirped. "I'll get started on my shopping list, gonna need a LOT of sugar!"
Eddie opened the door, his arms outstretched. "So PETE get's dinner, but I gotta order takeout?" he laughed. "Eh, figures." Harley sat next to me, whispering in my ear (Quite loudly) "Don't worry, be sure to get him some dessert later!" I couldn't help but laugh, practically snorting, didn't ACTUALLY think she was going to go along with it.
"What?" Eddie asked, turning around. "Nothing!" I spat out. "Uh...Harley was just telling me a joke." I guess that was the thing about Harley. She could be so much funnier when she was dead serious than when she was just being facetious. Eddie took a look at the "Attack of the Clones" DvD on the couch, giving a short laugh. "The prequels?" he laughed. "REALLY? We're gonna watch the PREQUELS? I'll be honest, if I were Ivy, I'd break up on the spot with you after watching Attack of the Clones."
"Meh," Ivy shrugged. "I'd probably break up with you once I found out you only shower once a week. Shocked Harley can put up with it." I couldn't help but laugh, and Harley flat out busted a gut, rolling on the floor. Eddie shook his head, "Whatever." he smiled. "But when Anakin starts moaning about his intense hatred for sand, don't say I didn't warn you." I shook my head laughing, if Eddie paid attention to the movies, he would have known he was talking about how he hated his old life on the sand planet Tattoine, and how Padme made his life so much better.
We started the movie, and Ivy seemed to like it even more than the last one. She seemed to love Anakin a lot, which seemed pretty fitting. He was handsome, reckless, compassionate, sincere, and awkward and, of course, had something of a dark side. I remember when Anakin was describing his feelings for Padme saying that "he couldn't breathe" and his shock at finding out Padme felt something for him. I couldn't help but blush, as I remember feeling the exact same way for Ivy when we first met...In some ways, I still did. She cuddled very close to me during the more romantic scenes, and I'm pretty sure I caught Harley Quinn crying at SEVERAL of the more emotional ones. And of course, Harley laughed at every joke. And I mean every last joke, even the cheesiest ones. She kept interrupting scenes with the "Death sticks" joke, which I thought was cute, but Ivy probably just thought was annoying after a while.
The scene where Anakin's mother died and he killed the Tusken Raiders made Harley ball her eyes out, and it even managed to get some emotion out of Ivy. When he told Padme about his hatred for the Tusken Raiders, that they were animals and that he slaughtered them all and that he hated them, I saw Ivy blushing deeply, tears in her eyes. It was...It was like it was reflecting her own opinions of the people who hurt her. Of the great majority of cruel and ignorant humans in her life. "Can't really blame him." she whispered. "Would've done the same thing if they did something to you...Or Harley...Or my babies." I suppose there were parallels between Anakin and Poison Ivy. Good people who turned to darkness out of attachment for what they loved. Only Ivy was different - She had a chance at redemption.
Finally, we got to the end. Padme and Anakin were married, the Separatists were defeated, and the Clone War had begun. Ivy turned to me, kissing me longingly to the ending love score. "Think we found our new favorite movie..." she cooed, kissing me again. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Ivy pulled back, her eyes wide. "It's the Bugle!" she said. You stay there, I'll get it." I laid back on my couch. Normally, I'd be a little bit nervous, but Ivy had used some of her pheromones to calm me down, so unless something REALLY bad happened, I'd be pretty calm. And wouldn't you know it...Something really bad happened.
"MEATBAGS!" Ivy screamed.
Poison Ivy
I should have known the three were not going to stay out for long thus having my one on one dinner with Peter being shared between my roommates and friends strangely was better than I had thought. I guess I have to get used to it. The whole time I found myself laughing quietly, watching how easily everyone got along as if they've known each other for years, and having a good time. Movie time was just as good.
Peter sat next to me and my body immediately cuddled next to him, trying to get as much as contact as it could. I was surprised I didn't wound up on his lap, oh the fun I would have had if I did. I devious smile came to my lips that I didn't bother on hiding. The couch was comfortable enough, a little small but big enough to lay on it not that we would need it because what I was thinking about was him sitting down and…
Yup way better than that damn pie Harley suggested.
The movie started with its strong, powerful orchestra similar to the very first three we watched. The movie went on and so did Padme's and Anakin's love which I found oddly familiar. One on scene where both, Anakin and Padme, where alone in room next to a fire place there Padme tried to tell Anakin that their love would not be accepted because she was a Senator and he a Jedi-in-training. I gave an involuntary flinch since I had thought similar thoughts on dating Peter.
He was good and I was, in society's term, evil. Yet we fell in love when for most thought it would lead nothing but trouble. No one believed that it would work out, those who knew who we were believed it was wrong in every sense of the word. He had a lot to lose if everything went wrong, I would be his downfall.
I should have let that go but it stayed. How long could Peter and I be together without an altercation on our choice of life? I want to change for him but how much will I change for him? How much will I allow myself to change? What if I do become a hero, fight along his side, and feel nothing no satisfaction on doing a good deed?
When we saved the school from the Green Goblin, I felt like it was something I had to do not because I wanted to do. That is what troubled me. I fear that doing this change will only cage me and I will be once again be controlled. Not that Peter will do that. He will let me choose where I want to go. I had already told myself that I would not, ever, let him become what I am.
What if I can't change who I am?
I forced the thought away from me for the remainder of the movie. Anakin struggled between what he was taught to believe with what he felt was right. This thoughts leading him to fall further down a path that so seductive with its darkness, raw power, that no man could escape. The Dark side of the Force gave him ideas that he could change the galaxy only if he was in control. He could be the one to change and make a difference. He saw it as his only path, his only choice.
But I had a choice. Would I choose to go hero or would I remain the same?
When the movie ended, Padme and Anakin were married in secret since it was forbidden. Even when they knew no one would accept it and would be against it they married anyway. Their love was strong enough to overcome the obstacles that they went through. I wanted to believe that they had a happy ending but there was one movie left. Just by the cover alone I knew that happiness would not last. Is that how everything is? Happiness fills you up, drugging you, seducing you to believe that everything will be okay, making you believe that you can overcome anything and everything that comes your way only for the end to have it disappear so quickly before you even realize it's gone, slipped away from your fingertips. The only reminder of it ever existed where the memories that would haunt the person for eternity whether they know it or not.
Another blasted knock came from the damn door that I tempted on sending the hyenas out to ward off every person that knocked that door. And would you know it's the damn Bugle. Can I have one day, ONE day, in peace with my boyfriend and friends?
"I'll get it!" I released several pheromones to calm everyone but did nothing to me. Everyone as in Felicia, Eddie, and Peter were calm as a sloth on a tree while Harley shot me a worried look. She got my pheromones planted in her brain. She knew the sweet scent of that radiated off my skin like invisible spray. I yanked the door open to a man who had a recorder on his hand, he had this detective sorta look to him more than a reporter. I closed the door behind me while vines blocked the door, almost like sound proofing the area.
"Can I help you?" I asked the annoyance staining my words but the man didn't seem too noticed.
"Pamela Isley, I work with the Daily Bugle and I have a few questions for you," The man began but before I could ask him how he knew me, he spoke again. "Tell me what sort of relationship do you have with Spiderman? Is it something serious? Are you two secretly plotting against the city? How did you manage to get Spiderman to switch sides?" The questions came at me left and right that my hands clutched together tightly that it cut through my skin. It seems that Peter's boss was still in his cloud nine of stupidity. I should maybe perhaps visit him later on…
"Leave before I get really pissed off." I smothered my words with sweetness that made my mouth water with a tang of sourness that was similar when my body wanted to throw up.
"Is it true that you are married to a Jason Woodrue? Does Spiderman knows about it?" I felt my body wanting to lunge at the reporter and kill him. This is why I hate reporters.
That was the last straw. I was glad that I there plant life outside because then I would have resorted in violence. Before the man could utter another infuriating question, the grass covered his mouth then restrained him. I leaned forward with a very menacing smile, "Come here again and I will show you no mercy. Babies show this man kindly away from the premises." Sure enough the plant life carried the frightened man away from me and everyone else. The Daily Bugle was going to see me very soon and I will make sure that the owner will see things my way.
I entered the house again with a tight smile after waving of the vines that blocked my path, everyone were getting ready to go to bed or head off. I just wanted to break something. How did, that man, knew about me and Jason? Where did he get that information? I wouldn't be surprised that the very same Jason sent him. Adding the rage to murder him. Also adding another person I had to visit and this visit had to be quick and clean.
"Everything okay, Pam?" Peter calmly said which only ticked me off. How could he be so calm?! Pheromones. Oh that's right. I gathered myself quickly and nodded.
"Hey Red, it's smelling a little too sweet here." Harley made a face as she sniffed the air that was being replaced by my fragrance. I pushed down my emotions enough for the pheromones to disappear as if it was never happened.
"I'm going to bed." I said without bothering on looking at anyone. I rushed up the stairs leaving everyone behind who were coming to, from the pheromones. When I entered the room, I grabbed my night clothes which was a spaghetti strap silk gown that stopped mid-thigh. Once changed I covered myself in the covers while my mind tried to think of solutions to my problems. I didn't want Peter to know about the reporter or about Jason.
What would he think when he found out?
What am I going to do? I pulled the covers over my head as I laid on my side. Soon I heard the door open, clothes being thrown to the side then with the sounds of drawers opening and the sounds of clothing being put on. Finally I felt the bed dip, Peter's arms wrapped around me, his chest pressed against my back.
"Everything okay?" He whispered in the darkness. I could hear, feel, his concern for me and it dimmed my dark feelings.
"Mhmm," I answered.
"What did he want?" Again his voice was calm and soothing that relaxed my body bit by bit. I just wanted him to keep talking. I wanted to hear his voice. I shifted my position so I was facing him, my arms around his lower body. I placed my head under his chin, my face against his chest. My lips lightly brushed his clothed body. The warmth, the heat, that he gave off was comforting, I pulled myself closer till we perfectly fit against one another.
"He wanted to know on how it felt saving a bunch of little kids." The lie burned my tongue as they slipped so easily from my lips. It worried me that I could still easily lie to him but the difference was that it hurt, guilt washed my body like cold water.
"I'm happy to know that people are starting to see you and Harley as good people." I could hear the happiness in his tone. I swallowed my guilt down as I nodded my head. I bit my lip, so happy that we were surrounded by darkness. "I promise you that everything will be fine, starting now."
"I know…" I whispered softly that it could easily be passed on as a breath. "I love you Peter. Only you." I pulled away, with the help of my hand that touched his cheek then my fingers began to search. When they found his soft lips, I brought mine close to his. I wanted to say you know that do you? But I didn't. I didn't want him to worry.
I had to see Jason and demand him to leave Peter and me alone. I knew Peter would want to come with me but I knew that if I wanted to get through to Jason I had to do it alone. This was something I had to do on my own. Then after that visit his boss and 'convince' him to leave Spiderman alone. I told myself that what I was going to do was okay that it was going to help Peter not fear the next attack of the Bugle and worry about Jason.
Peter's lips moved against mine gently and tenderly that I lost myself into the kiss. My hand held him in place as we kissed. Only when we needed air did we break. He held me close to him as we laid in silence. Before I knew it, I fell asleep in his arms.
Spider-Man
We went to bed shortly after the movie, Ivy seemed more on edge than ever...Like she had just seen some kind of evil omen or something. We lay in the bed together as Ivy pulled up the covers, leaning to her side. As I wrapped my arms around her, I could see she was shaking slightly. "Everything okay?" I whispered.
"Mmmm." she sighed. Uh oh. That wasn't good, I could tell that whatever the Bugle reporter had asked had really cut Ivy deep. We had to be honest with each other if this was going to work, and I had to know what was eating her. "What did he want?" I asked calmly, trying to make my voice as soft as possible. She turned to face me, leaning her head against my shoulder. "He wanted to know on how it felt saving a bunch of little kids." she told me. I could immediately tell she was lying, but I decided to play along with her. I didn't want her to worry any more than she already was.
"I'm happy to know that people are starting to see you and Harley as good people." I said, putting on my best fake happy voice. After years of lying to people about Spider-Man, it had gotten pretty convincing. I heard her give a sigh of relief, and that's all I wanted. "I promise you everything will be fine. Starting now."
Ivy nodded, moving her lips near my ear. "I know..." she whispered softly. "I love you, Peter. Only you." She slightly moved her fingers down to my cheek and then my lips, replacing her fingers with her own lips and kissed me passionately, grabbing my face tightly. Her loving kiss managed to bring my anxiety down, if only for a moment. I gently moved my lips against her, giving her all the tenderness and passion that I could. We only broke apart from our kisses when we needed air, and it wasn't long before Ivy fell asleep. Now that she was asleep, it was my job to find that reporter, I was going to get the truth out of him if it killed me. Or him...Hehehe. What was that voice in the back of my head? What would it take for Parallax to go away?
I slowly left Ivy's grasp (Not that I wanted to...There wasn't a place on Earth where I felt more comfortable.), got into my Spider-Man outfit, and left to go outside...I was about to leave when I found a newspaper on the doorstep. I picked it up to read it: Masked Menace, Plant Princess and Joker's Henchwoman Attack School! Threaten To Destroy Gotham! My hand was practically quivering in hate and fear as I held the paper. I looked through the page to try and find my quote. And sure enough, it was the worst slander possible. "The Terrible Trio was interrupted by police before they could harm any of the children. Detective Harvey Bullock attempted to get Spider-Man and Poison Ivy to surrender, but the Masked Menace only had this to say: "Pretty amusing, blue boys. So we didn't get to have our "fun" tonight...So what? This city is OURS! I tried to give you a chance, but you have done nothing but oppress and harm the good people of Gotham. Now you will ALL suffer! Every last one of you will be nothing but food for my Ivy's lovely babies! Digesting slowly inside their wanting stomachs! Her plants will take back what are..."
I couldn't read anymore. I tore up the newspaper into pieces before grabbing a nearby lamp and throwing it against a wall. I walked to the nearby book stand, throwing it savagely to the ground. I picked up a nearby baseball bat, smashing glass and porcelain objects all around me. I was in a state of pure rage and violence. "Pete!" Eddie shouted from above, running down. "What's wrong?!"
I grabbed Eddie, shoving him against a nearby wall so hard that it created a MASSIVE imprint in it. "I'LL KILL THEM!" I roared. "I'LL KILL THEM FOR WHAT THEY DID TO HER! I'LL STRIKE SUCH FEAR INTO THEIR HEARTS THAT THEY'LL NEVER THINK ABOUT SO MUCH AS LOOKING AT THEM THE WRONG WAY!"
"Peter!" Pamela shouted, running downstairs to see what had happened. I was speechless as I held Eddie against that wall, and so was Pamela. I had never felt so afraid in my life, and I was sweating profusely from my forehead. "E-Excuse me..." I stuttered, as I slowly trudged up the stairs past a dumbstruck Poison Ivy. I walked over to the bathroom, pulling my shirt up to see how that mark was doing...Not only did it look freshly burned and extremely clear, it was actually flashing light on and off. I backed away, terrified, as I ran to Ivy, Harley, Eddie and Felicia below. Ivy was holding the newspaper near the door, as she finally seemed to understand what was happening.
"You have to leave." I cried. "P-Please, pack your things." Ivy looked confused and scared, "Peter, what do you mean? Did...Did I do something?" I shook my head, looking her deep in the eyes and giving her one last kiss. It took her off guard, and she barely had enough time to return it before I pulled away. "It's not safe here." I explained. "You have to head to Metropolis tonight. I'm going to see if I can call Aunt May, get her to come with you."
I walked upstairs, ready to call Oliver, but Ivy put her hand on my shoulder forcefully. "Peter!" she shouted. "What are you afraid of?" I looked back at her, my mouth wide open and not sure what to say. "Stay safe." I warned. "Don't trust anyone...Not even me." With that, I walked upstairs to call Green Arrow...It was time he finished the job.
Poison Ivy
I woke with a sudden jolt of things breaking and things being thrown around from the bottom floor that I thought someone broke in and got caught. The bed was empty on Peter's side as I slipped out of the bed and made my way down the stairs.
Peter had Eddie against the wall and shouting at him as if he were at fault for the destruction. I glanced around the room and it was filled broken objects scattered everywhere, what surprised me was that Peter did this. I never knew he could be so violent… He never gave me the impression of being a violent person he was always happy, smiling kid from New York.
Few feet from the two men was a newspaper that was ripped but as I picked it up I could read parts of the headline. I wanted to glare at the paper, this was the reason for his outburst. This was my fault. Not all of it is your fault. A certain boss is to blame as well. The article reeked of Peter's boss heavy cigar and cheap cologne. I had to get rid of him, he had to go.
"You have to leave," Peter choked out. "Please, pack your things." I felt the ground under me disappeared, dropping me into a black hole. Was this his way on telling me things were over? I wanted to scream at him and punch him (maybe) for telling me to leave. How can he ask me that?
"Did…Did I do something?" I suddenly asked, hurt in every word. I felt tears gathering together, if this was really a break up, I would…I don't know what I'd do.
"It's not safe here. You have to head to Metropolis tonight. I'm going to see if I can call Aunt May, get her to come with you." Not safe? I stood there confused along with everyone else, looking at Peter as if he spoke a different language. I needed a freaking answer and that's what he says? It's not safe? Ha! When were we ever safe? Every day we are in danger of being figured out or getting killed. I chased after Peter who headed up stairs but I stopped him before he took the first step. I pulled Peter back with all my strength, pushing him against the wall.
"Peter, what are you afraid of? Whatever it is we can help. Don't keep me in the dark." I had a right to know what was bothering him. What did he know? What scared him? Peter's expression grew serious, his eyes grew darker with determination that I didn't understand.
"Stay safe. Don't trust anyone, not even me." He left without saying anything else. I stood there watching the wall where Peter once stood. Harley's hand squeeze my shoulder but I pulled my shoulder away.
"Red, let Peter go. He just needs time to cool off." Her words wanted to comfort me but I felt no relief. I wanted to hurt someone. This was all the reporter's fault and Peter's boss. They weren't getting away with this. They want a villain well they got one. A very pissed off villain.
"Harls, get Aunt May to Metropolis take Eddie. I have a few errands to do before I leave." I went up the stairs and entered the room where Peter had finished a phone call but I ignored him. I changed into a classic sweetheart corset that had green leaf pattern all over it with a leather dark green skirt with black flipped over ankle boots with two inch heels. I grabbed a nearby sack and filled it up with few clothing and some other things.
I shoved every single thing in the sack that the fabric stretched and gave a little rip sound to it. I was frustrated that he wasn't being honest, angry that at reporter, angry at Mr. Jameson, angry at humans who would most likely believe the crap that the Daily Bugle wrote.
"Ivy, what are you doing?" I stopped mid packing, then continued ignoring him. Didn't he tell me to leave not that long ago? "Ivy look at me when I'm talking to you."
"You told me to pack, so I'm packing." I never been this pissed off and I didn't care how I answered to Peter. "I'm leaving not because you told me to. I'm leaving because I want to."
"You don't understand what's happening." Peter said but gave no further explanation on what was happening.
"How can you expect me to understand when you are not giving me straight answers? How can I help you when you are not telling me what's wrong!" I slammed the drawer closed then faced him pulling the straps of sack over my shoulder.
"I wouldn't be talking! You hide stuff from me too! Like the reporter that came by! What did he say to you huh? What are you hiding from me?" Peter was in front of me in seconds, pressing me against the dresser, trapping me between them. But I stood my ground.
"I'm not hiding anything!" I screamed at his face.
"Bullshit!" Peter shouted back just as fierce. I looked away from him unsure on how things got like this. His hands gripped my bare shoulders, his fingers digging deep into my skin.
"Get your hands off me Peter." I pushed him away when he didn't which only infuriated him even more. "Harley, Eddie, will take Aunt May to Metropolis. They will keep her safe."
"And where are you going?" I walked over to the door with the thought of murdering the two people who I blamed for all this. Anger still radiated from Peter that it scared me but I didn't want him to know. I kept my distance from me, I had to.
"I have to take care of few things before I leave. I have children that I can't take with me, I have to feed them before I leave."
I left the room, walked down the stairs, passed by three friends who said nothing, and out the door. I hopped in a car that Harley rented (stole) a red and black Lamborghini Gallardo few days back. I threw the sack in and started the engine.
X:~:X
I arrived at my old hide out that was a rundown green house that had windows broken from snot nose brats, where my babies, my most dangerous ones, lived. They slithered towards me happy to see me. I petted each creature giving them each a little kiss. I walked over to the man, the reporter, who was trapped in a metal cage.
"Please, I'm sorry! Oh god I'm sorry!" He cried out begging me to spare him. I ignored each cry as I walked over to the lock with the key in hand. After I unlocked him from his prison, I grabbed him by his neck and pulled him close.
"You knew better than to spread lies about my dear friend." I said in an innocent voice. "Now you have to pay the price."
"My boss told me! Please! Go after him! He's the one who wants Spiderman gone!"
"Oh I am going after him. You were the first one I got my hands on. You got it easily because your boss, is going to wish he died in your place." I threw him a few feet away from me. The vines and elephant size plants circled around him before jumping in taking a bite from the screaming man who kept begging for mercy. The sound of flesh being ripped, bones breaking as they chewed satisfied my inner darkness.
And you want to give this up for man?
When my babies where fed I promised them I'd return for them. I had to. As long as I had them, I could never truly leave the city.
"One down, one to go." I left the green house and made my way to the Daily Bugle where I hoped Mr. Jameson was still working. On the drive over, I added a black shade of lipstick of mine control and if things got crazy, I could always go with Plan B.
A lovely kiss of sweet, delectable, poison.
Spider-Man
As soon as Ivy left, I felt an extreme pain begin to shoot up my hands. I looked down in horror. Oh God, it was happening. No...No! I fell next to my bed, trying to shake off the pain to no avail. My fingers began to bend and twist painfully, growing in length as black claws bloodily burst out of my fingers, leaving flecks of skin at the edges. "Kill me..." I cried. "KILL ME!" I felt my spine begin to shift, bones bending and breaking, and my teeth began to slowly and painfully fall out, feeling like they were being ripped by pliers. They were replaced with sharp edged, monster like teeth about as long as my fingers USED to be. I could feel my skin begin to crackle and harden and my hair beginning to fall out, as well as the bones in my feet beginning to stretch and break. I extended my hand out as if begging for help, but none was coming. Then, I got a feeling like I had been punched in the stomach, as I was transported to some 3rd person view from my mind. I had been transported to some kind of wooden cabin in the back of my mind, paintings of my loved ones decking the walls. I could see what I was now; a monster...Parallax's vessel.
"Hahaha!" he laughed, in a voice similar to my own with an almost mocking British accent. I shook my head, horrified, as tears went down my face. "No! No, you bastard!" I screamed, banging against the window of the cabin (There was no door out) I could see Parallax Spider-Man (Thought he hardly even resembled Spider-Man at this point, more of a grotesque Venom if anything) surveying his surroundings. He gave a whistle as he looked around my room. I heard a bell ringing. "Aunt May," I thought. "No...No, please, don't do this!"
There was nothing I could do to stop him, and Aunt May soon opened the door. Parallax Spider-Man teleported himself to Aunt May, as she dropped her bags, horrified at what stood before her. Parallax Spider-Man merely laughed, extending his arms out as if greeting her. "May Parker," he chuckled. "Peter tells me SO much about you. Quite fond of you if I'm correct."
Gwen shook her head, trying to run past him. It was no use, and Parallax Spider-Man quickly grabbed May and threw her against the wall...Hard. "What are you?!" she screamed in horror. Parallax Spider-Man smiled, a horrific looking grin growing on his face. "Parallax, at your service!" he bowed. "Now, controlling this body, it's like...It's like trying to drive an ATV with 3 fingers. I need more fear...More pain. And what more fear could I give Peter than the loss of his mother!"
Aunt May's eyes were filled with dread. I banged against the window for Parallax to stop. "Parallax, please!" I begged. "I'll give you this body, just leave her alone! I beg you!" My Aunt held back tears talking to this...Monster that had stolen my body. "Spider-Man will stop you!" she screamed. Parallax Spider-Man created a yellow, glowing katana, seemingly out of thin air. "Stop me?" he asked, almost innocently. "I couldn't have done this without him." With that he gave a chilling roar, and began to hack my Aunt to pieces. "NO! OH, GOD!" I screamed in agony and pain. "YOU MONSTER, YOU TWISTED FUCK!"
I remember it like it was yesterday...So much noise. The sick laughter of Parallax, May's screams of pain, my screams of horror...It was a nightmare brought to life. She...She was dead. It didn't even hit me until hours later. Parallax turned to me, apparently he could see me even from where I was. "What a start to the day!" he chuckled. "I can't wait to find your other friends!"
We (Or should I say him) swung in the air, deep into the city. "Don't worry, Mr. Parker!" Parallax told me, almost cheerfully. "The police won't pin this on you! Thanks to our new...Appearance, it's more than likely they'll pin it on your pal, Eddie! Still, even if you don't get the blame for our little games tonight, the pain will still be there. The fear will still be there."
"Are you talking to me?" I asked, tears still streaming down my face and my voice choked up. "Yes I am, Mr Parker!" he responded. "Or, do you mind if I call you 'Spidey?' Everyone seems SO fond of calling you that!" The cheerfulness and glee in his voice only increased my rage...And my pain. "You can call me the man who is going to kill you. It's all I'm going to be thinking about here." I spat back.
Parallax Spider-Man laughed deeply as if I had just told an excellent, knee slapping joke. "Spidey, I'm afraid you missed your chance to kill me, friend!" he replied. "You had to kill yourself, but you didn't have the strength to, did you? Well, I suppose you DID have the strength, you just gained it too late, I'm afraid!"
"You killed Aunt May," I growled. "And before this is over, things will be worse for you."
"Nothing personal, Spidey!" he sighed. "She was just a tool for me to increase your fear...To increase my control OVER you, do you understand, Spidey? Ah, humans...So easy to manipulate. To control. Of course, your girlfriend knows ALL about that, doesn't she?"
"Fuck you!" I spat back at him. Parallax Spider-Man shook his head as he continued to swing across the city. "Face it, Spidey" he said calmly, as if talking to his own child. "You could have saved Aunt May any time you wanted. All she needed was a little sacrifice." Peter began to nod, his infatuation with Pam had made him selfish. Not just to May, but to Isley herself. If he knew anything about this "Parallax" he knew he'd be after his friends next.
"If you lay one finger on my friends, I'll..."
"Oh, don't get your panties in a knot!" Parallax Spider-Man laughed. "I'm not going to hurt your friends! Not PHYSICALLY anyway. I need Harley alive, her..."Mistah J" misses her. And he is OH so important to my plans. And I'll be sending Ivy back to Arkham. Oh, won't that be nice? The pain of getting sent to her own personal hell, combined with the guilt of not saving you from Parallax? Like blood in the water!"
I shook my head, holding it tightly as tears flowed down my face. I had to pray that Ivy wasn't letting her revenge get the better of her, and that she was heading to Metropolis like I had told her to. I didn't want to lose her too.
Poison Ivy
I…couldn't do it. I was literally about to kill the bastard but I just couldn't do it. He was dazed, high in my pheromones though he seemed to fight it glaring at me every once in a while before changing his expression to pure awe and admiration. I had him in the palm of my hand and I couldn't pull the damn trigger of my .99 handgun that pointed at his head. Where was the Ivy that killed or well fed another man to her plants? Where was the anger? I aimed the gun down and glanced out the window. I was in the office of Mr. Jameson, on his desk while he sat comfortably on his chair, his throne. I scratched my head with my free hand as I thought of what I wanted to do. Do I want to kill another man? If Peter found out then it's all over.
Okay, who am I kidding? It's all over. Even though they won't find the body of the reporter, they will put the pieces together and will come after me with only circumstantial evidence. Very accurate circumstantial evidence. Just like all the other missing people that came into close contact with me, men that were enemies to Mother Nature.
This man did not endanger Mother Nature but something that was more precious than nature itself. He threatened Peter. Yet, I couldn't pull the trigger that my index finger was on. I just had to give it that extra pull and the gun will do the rest, I've told myself. How will Peter ever look at you when he finds out that you murdered an innocent man who was just doing his job? Then that you plan on killing his boss?
What did it mattered?
I was going to lose him sooner or later. It wouldn't have worked out in the end.
"Mr. Jameson, I hope you take this time we spent together to gather your thoughts and plan carefully. Spiderman is not your enemy, he's your ally. I am not. I'm not a hero, I will never be a hero. I can kill you, I can hurt you, I can destroy you unlike Spiderman who will put his life on the line for yours, putting his life in danger for the city and you. Change your views on him or else I will do much worse. You can't imagine. Murdering comes very easy to me, so keep that in mind when you write your lies about P-Spiderman." I changed the guns position in my hand so I held the end of the barrel and whipped him on the side of his face with the butt of the gun.
The man was out for the count the moment the butt of the gun hit him. I dropped the gun to the ground, walked towards the glass wall window that overlooked the city. The sound of my phone beeping made me turn from the city view to my sack that was on one of the two chairs that was in front of the desk. I pulled it out and answered.
"RED! Where are you!?" Harley screamed from the other line. There was fear in her tone that I could tell which put me on edge.
"What's going on?" I ignored her question with a question. It was best that she didn't know where I was at in case Peter was nearby.
"Red…Someone attacked Aunt May…" Harley began cry over the phone and I felt my knees got weak from the news. Who would attack sweet Aunt May? "Someone murdered her, there's blood everywhere! The place is a massacre!"
"Does…Peter…does he know?" I whispered. I grabbed my sack from the chair and made my way to the elevator as fast as my weak legs could go.
"I-I-I don't know…He's not here. What are we going to tell him? He trusted us to protect her! Red, oh god Red, I'm scared!"
"Harley, calm down!" I shouted through the line, "Listen I will be there in a few minutes! If Peter gets there hold him off till I get there." My fingers kept pushing the elevator button as if that would make bring it up faster. When the doors opened I froze on the spot. On the other side was Peter or something that looked like Peter. He was hideous almost mutant like with long sharp nails that looked like fingers, his teeth sharp like knives. He stepped out of the elevator as I stepped back unsure of what I was seeing. I saw small resembles of Peter in the creature in front of me.
The phone was still pressed against my ear as Harley called out for me telling me what she had to do but I didn't answer. I stared at the man or creature whatever it was when it circled me. I hung up the phone without a word and let it fall on the floor.
"Red," The man/creature spoke in a very annoying accent but it was in Peter's voice. Which confused me even more. His index claw reached forward and made contact with my skin but I stayed still. His claw hand cupped my cheek. What happened to Peter? "Soft like rose petals and fragrant like them too."
"Peter? What happened to you?" I touched his claw hand that cupped my cheek. Even his touch was wrong, very wrong, as if it wasn't Peter. Something must have happened to him for him to change like this. Was this the reason he said it wasn't safe anymore?
"I feel nothing," Peter said slightly disappointed. "Pam, will you kiss me?"
"Peter, who did this to you?" I asked again, my heart poured out feelings that lowered my guard down. This was Peter. This was my Peter.
"Just kiss me Pam, I want to feel." He leaned down towards my face, both his claw hands cupping my face keeping me in place. Somewhere in my mind, I heard a scream telling me to get away, that I was in danger. That this was not Peter. I began to push him away from me but he kept pulling me back to him, I gave one final push that it separated me completely from him.
"What the hell Red? Don't you want to kiss me?" Peter growled and I could have sworn this claws grew an inch more.
"No! What's wrong with you!?" I ducked down in the nick of time when Peter charged at me and swung his claw hand where my head use to be. I shot my leg up and slammed my foot on to his stomach kicking the breath out of him and caused him to take a few steps back that he hit the elevator doors.
"Now, that wasn't very nice!" Again that annoying accent was presence in his voice. I didn't have time to blink when I saw Peter disappear then reappear seconds later behind me with an attack of his own. I felt the force of his kick sending me flying to the glass wall window that was nearby. I felt my body hit it then slid down to the ground with one hand on where the hot pain was at. I looked up at Peter who walked towards me with a triple edge sword that was made to cut flesh. I forced myself up with the support of the glass wall behind me that had cracks that were similar to spider's webs.
"He really thought he could change you, you know that? He wanted you to give up your criminal-self up when I enjoy that part of you. That spice of evil that keeps everyone coming back for more. It's good to see that you are still your old self." He spoke as he tried to stab me with the sword but I spun away from the blow. The sound of shattered glass erupted the building along with the sounds of many other being stabbed or broken by his attacks that I kept dodging.
Why was Peter talking in 3rd person?
Did his physical transformation made him see things differently?
"Peter, stop this!" I breathed out as I put a spinning chair between us as my defense not that it would do anything. It was thrown away leaving me defenseless. "Peter, don't make me hurt you!"
"Oh! Go right ahead! You'll be hurting Peter not me!" He laughed again. My hands went behind me trying to grab anything to throw at him but I felt my sack behind me, still attached on to my shoulder. I jumped a few feet as Peter tried his second time on beheading me. I really wish I hadn't left my gun in Mr. Jameson's office that was on the opposite side. I wouldn't have a change to get it even if I tried. I dug through my bag where my small brown bag was. I pulled it out and stuck my hand in were I grabbed a handful of dirt with seeds, I threw it at Peter and in seconds he was wrapped in vines and leaves.
The body moved inside trying to break free but couldn't. I knelt down and touched the covered body, I ran my hand over Peter's covered head. "It's going to be okay, Peter. I-" Before I could finish, Peter broke free in seconds breaking each vine into pieces. I moved away but not before Peter reached out and grabbed me by my throat.
"I never really did like you. You pathetic excuse of a woman. Peter will sure miss you but I won't. I was going to send you back to Arkham Asylum but since you mean so much to him just like his Aunt May, I think you should meet the same fate she did." Another weapon morphed in his hand, a dagger that was curved with ragged edges to it.
"Peter…you killed…her? Why?" I felt the tears falling down my cheeks before I realized it. I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want him to become a murder. He's lying! He did not murder his aunt!
"I killed her too quickly. I'll admit it. I just wanted to kill her for a while since it would kick start all the fun! Now with you, I think I want to take it slow. To make him hear every sound you make as I pushed his baby here" He pressed the dagger lightly against my stomach, then to my side, then went up to my neck and finally my chest over my heart was, "and here. I'm getting excited just thinking about it!"
Before I could utter a word, I was thrown like a rag doll towards the elevator door where my head slammed against the hard, cold metal door. I saw white spots clouding my vision. I felt his claw hand grab my head and slamming it back against the metal. My hands shot up to the hand trying to pry it off but instead I felt something sharp sink into my arm. A scream escaped my lips when I felt he raw pain that followed with a nasty twist. I felt my skin being turned like people did when they were eating pasta. Twisting getting enough flesh before pulling the blade out.
"Oh, baby! What beautiful sounds you make! Lets' continue!" He laughed as he went for another stab this time against my side. I fought off the wave of unconsciousness and did my best to fight him off.
"Peter, stop!" A new face came into my blurry vision a man that looked like a modern version of Robin Hood was standing behind Peter with his bow pointing at Peter. "You don't want to kill her!" I tried to fight off the darkness as much as I could. I couldn't stop myself from screaming at Peter that charged at Arrow with every intent on killing him.
Spider-Man
"Oliver!" Parallax Spider-Man laughed mockingly. "My dear friend!" His arrival gave me a pinch of hope that maybe Green Arrow could finish what I started. Parallax Spidey stuck his tongue out childishly, waving his hands like an immature child. Green Arrow quickly shot a flaming arrow at Parallax Spider-Man, but it missed.
The monster charged at Green Arrow, swiping him aside into a wall, causing him to grunt in pain. He turned to Ivy, giving her a creepy wink. "Would you, excuse us for a moment, Ms. Isley?" he chirped. I banged against the windows as hard as I could, I wouldn't let him hurt Red...Or anyone else. "LET ME OUT!" I screamed. "LET ME OUT OF THIS DAMN CAGE!"
"What part of "busy", don't you understand Pa..." Luckily, he was interrupted from his sentence by an explosive shot from Green Arrow. I felt a deep pain in my chest as the arrow stuck me, and I flew across the floor. I smiled despite the burning pain, rooting for Green Arrow to destroy this monstrosity...And, by definition, me.
Parallax Spider-Man got up, shaking his head and growling in a beast-like manner. He pounced at Green Arrow, but the hooded vigilante skillfully dodged all of his swipes. Pulling two daggers from his belt, he slashed at vulnerable spots on his (my) body, until Parallax Spider-Man fell to the ground. I felt great pain all over my body, but neither him or I was close to critical shape. "You're not getting away this time, Parallax." Green Arrow warned.
"Oh, save me the hero speeches, Robin." Parallax Spider-Man scoffed. "You can't kill the man without becoming the monster..." I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was talking about. When I blinked my eyes, I was back in my human body, confused and stunned. Green Arrow stood above me, his daggers stained with blood.
Green Arrow stared at me with hesitation in his eyes. I turned around to see Ivy staring at me in similar shock. "Ivy," I said. "I need you to kill me."
"W-What?" she asked, shaking her head confused and horrified at the situation. "Calm down, he...He's gone now." I knew that wasn't true. And I think in Pam's heart she knew it wasn't true either.
"If I survive, I'm only going to live on to hurt others. There's no hope for me." I warned. "And if anyone is going to kill me, it has to be you." Green Arrow looked down at me and then back at Ivy, giving a sigh. A solemn look passed over his face as he sheathed his daggers. "You're right Peter," he admitted. "Red should be the one to do it."
"Wait a minute, hold on a second!" Ivy shouted. "I'm not going to kill you, Peter! You can't ask me to do that! I can help you..." Before she could finish her sentence, a blue lightning blast shot her away. Green Arrow turned around only to receive a similar blast. Out of the darkness emerged an old scorned lover...Livewire.
"I would NEVER let ANYONE hurt you, Spider." she cooed. "Especially not that wicked, manipulating seductress."
"No..." I gasped. Before I could say anything more, I was immediately shot back into that "mind cabin" I was in earlier. I saw that Parallax Spider-Man had shifted himself to a...Less grotesque incarnation. He looked like me in my costume, only with a Venom like jaw and a more muscular physique.
"Well, aren't you a life saver." Parallax Spider-Man replied, his voice now identical to mine. Livewire blushed a little, her cheeks turning blue. "I KNEW you loved me...And I must say, I LOVE the new outfit." she whispered into that monster's ear, nibbling a little before kissing his mouth, full tongue. I practically wanted to vomit. Parallax Spider-Man turned to Poison Ivy, a look of sadistic glee on his face. "Jealous, my sweet?" he mocked.
"You're not Peter." Ivy spat. "You're a coward in the Spider's clothing. And I'll find a way to stop you!"
Parallax Spider-Man shrugged, giving a mocking sort of smile, like the kind a mother would give a child who asked 'Why is the sky blue?' "Well," he sighed. "You'll have PLENTY of time to research and plan in your new home. And I'm sure Dr. Hugo Strange will love to pick your brains."
Ivy's heart sank at the mention of Dr. Strange...And I had a terrible feeling in my stomach I knew what kind of "Dr." Hugo was. That monster was sending her back to Arkham. "I hate you..." I whispered, by fists bloody from banging against the window so much. "I HATE you."
"Pity." Parallax Spider-Man sighed telepathically, so as Livewire wouldn't hear. "Just when I thought we were becoming good friends."
"Oh, and Spider!" Livewire said in a sing-songy voice. "I got you a little 'first date' present on my way here!" She went to the lobby to drag a tied up and gagged Harley Quinn. Her mascara was running down her face from her tears, and even with the tape over her mouth, her cries were quite loud. This "Parallax" was inhuman...And so was Livewire. "Ta-da!" Livewire shouted out.
"Excellent!" Parallax Spider-Man laughed, lifting off the bottom of his mask to kiss Livewire passionately. "Livewire, you're one in a million! Meet up with me near The Joker's Circus, I have a..."Special Delivery" for our clowning friend!"
I could hear the distant noise of sirens as police cars pulled in near the Bugle building to arrest Ivy, as Parallax Spider-Man swung away into the night. I could hear Ivy's hysteric screams of fury, hatred, pain and suffering as she was dragged away into the police car to Arkham. It was like she was right next to me, and I was inside a massive glass box with no way out. She was inches away and I couldn't reach her. Pure psychological torture courtesy of a monster. I began to cry deeply until my tears began to make my eyes unbearably heavy. After hours of crying, I quite literally, cried myself to sleep.
Poison Ivy
They pushed me into my white padded cell after they forcibly changed me into an ugly orange jumpsuit and strapped me into wheelchair and placed a face mask to prevent my lips on accidently touching another's lips. Despite being bound to the wheel chair I fought through the restraints and screamed for Harley, for Peter, for Aunt May. The Arkham staff left me in the center of the room as I struggled, screaming bloody murder. My arm and side where Spiderman stabbed me were stitched but it would only take a few days before they would fully close but that's not what troubled me. The moment I stepped or rather dragged, into the asylum I was sent to visit Dr. Strange.
After having a two hour chat, I was too weak to move that they carried me out of the room. Bruises of needles and small cuts for tissues samples coated my body before they put me into the jumpsuit. It only took me a few minutes to recover to start to scream and fight but somehow the men, staff, managed to subdue me.
The room had no windows only a single spring mattress that looked uncomfortable with a thin wool blanket rolled up and placed on top of one white pillow. I threw my body forward and back trying to loosen the straps or metal that could free me. When I found that it was useless, I let out a scream that would put a Harpy to shame.
I screamed out my frustrations till the screams turned into soft airy whimpers. I was not going to cry because that's what they wanted. I would scream, I would fight, and I would curse but never give them the privilege of seeing me cry. I let my head fall back, staring at the white light that was an unwanted friend. One thing about this place they never turn off those damn lights. They kept them on night and day slowly making you forget that time never existed. They made you forget what it felt seeing real sunlight or the soft light of the moon, they made you think that it was reality. After a few hours, or what felt like hours, there was no clock in the room so I had to assume it was hours.
I don't know how long I was trapped on the wheelchair since there was no damn clock in the room. Had it been a day? Or two? No one came to give me a meal or to check up on me. They just left me here, locked up like every other criminally insane person who were considered dangerous. Finally woman came with a tray in hand with a long glass of water on the center. No food just water. I felt my mouth dry the moment my eyes landed on the clear liquid.
"They'd say to give you something to drink." She spoke. There was a small device pressed against her nose for what reason I didn't know but I did noticed it on the other staff members too. It was a very thin silver metal that covered the nostrils completely. The woman walked over to the bed setting the tray down before walking towards me pulling down the face mask from my face, then walked back to get the cup of water. Gently, she pressed the edge of it against my lips but I refused to take the sip, she tried again but I turned my head even further and back.
"Don't make this harder for yourself." She warned me, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
"Oh honey, I love doing things the hard way. You should try it. If you want I can show you how loosen up a bit." I forced myself to sound so causal and yet playful. I threw a wink at her for good measure. The woman glared at me, clearly not into my open invite for a good time aka stealing.
"Watch that vulgar mouth of yours!" Her hand gripped the glass tightly that I prayed for it to break.
"Everyone loves my mouth. They say I give killer kisses, want to try for yourself?" I smirked at the woman who turned murderous red and slammed the glass down that some water spilled out spraying the bed and the tray. She walked over to the door and disappeared for a few seconds before returning with two men one had a hose and the other a bucket. He set the bucket behind me or rather the back of the wheelchair.
"What are you doing?" I lost all playfulness and grew serious.
"We are going to play." Answered the woman who crossed her arms over her expensive silk blouse. I was about to open my mouth before a white cloth was draped over my face and a strong, forceful, pull forced my head back all the way. I shook my head back and force trying to get the material off my face but the man only tightened the cloth over my face. Then ice cold water fell over my head mostly aimed at where my nose and mouth were at. The feeling of suffocation and drowning at the same time overwhelmed me. I gripped the armrests of the wheelchair as I struggled to breathe. It didn't help when they pressed the damn hose right on my nose, the force of the water entering my nose and mouth caused me to jolt away but the man who held my head brought me back to the hose.
This did not happen last time.
"S-st-stohh-p!" I choked out, "Plu-plue-se!" This was a new set of torture. One I did not want to happen again. No one deserves this type of torture, I don't deserve this!
"Are you going to be a good girl?" The woman spoke so calmly. I turned my head in the direction of her voice but again was forced back to stare up back at the center.
"Like that would ever happen." I regretted the words that came out. I found myself being under the cold force of the water and the struggle to breathe came back again. I felt like I was going to die. The desperation to breathe overtook my thoughts, telling me to submit to them so I could breathe. I didn't want to play their games but this was too much. The water stopped and I took deep breaths of air, my body shaking violently but I didn't say anything.
"Are you going to cooperate?" The woman asked again. "We only want you better. The faster you accept that you need help, the easier it will be for you." Her voice was sweet with fake innocence that I would take the drowning any day, any time. So I did.
"Fuck you!" I screamed at the woman. I heard her tsked several times.
"Wrong answer, Pamela. You can't keep this charade forever. We only want to help you but if we have to break you in order for you to see the errors of your ways then we will. Continue." The last part she meant for the men. I was once again submerged under a strong string of water and in the mist of it I felt a single tear merged one with the water.
The days went by and so did their attempts on making me see my wrongs and want to make me better. I was tired, the energy slowly dying. I kept thinking of Harley and Peter. My best friend, what is happening to her? Was she okay?
Then my thoughts shifted to Peter which only made my heart sink lower down to my stomach. My Peter. What became of him? Why did he let Livewire kiss him? Oh that's right it wasn't Peter from that night. It was something else. Not Peter. Or was it? I was released from the wheel chair two days earlier for 'good behavior'. I was sitting against the wall opposite from the door, my hair a mess, and I'm pretty sure I looked like a zombie. Sometimes I would zone out, staring at the light thinking nothing but how I wanted to break it and be surrounded in darkness that my body needed, craved.
A day later I was back on the wheelchair with the face mask on after I fought off one the staff member that came into my room to hand me over my tray of food. In my defense I was protecting myself from possible assault but they took his side and whoala back on the hot seat.
The door opened and the same men that dragged me in the room all those days ago (the first ones when I arrived in this damned place), walked towards me and unstrapped me one by one.
"Are you sure we can let her go?" One of the men said who had red hair and green eyes. Very attractive but if it wasn't for the fact he was one of the men that 'changed' her made him on the list of people to kill once she got out.
"Orders are orders. They want her to get comfortable. I don't make the rules." The other man who had black hair and dark brown eyes that could almost pass as black spoke. He seemed about the same height and size as his ginger friend and again just like this ginger friend, he was going to die.
"You going to play nice with us?" The black hair man said but I remained quiet staring at the while light. When the straps on my legs and arms were completely gone, I shot up from my seat. Punching one of the men at his throat that caused him to double over, struggling to breath. The other man grabbed me into a bear hug but I dropped to the floor slipping from his grip and slammed both of my feet straight into mid-section.
The door was opened and I ran as fast I could to it not before grabbing both sets of keys from the men and locked them inside the room. No alarm. That's always good, it meant no one saw what happened but that didn't mean I could relax. I walked down the hall trying to remember how I to the room from the entrance but for some reason I couldn't remember! I tried one door after the other but nothing. Finally I found the elevator but what ticked me off was that I didn't remember if we used it or not. Plus there was no button on to call the elevator it was by a card scanner something I forgot to grab. I punched the scanner hard that it broke skin just a bit enough to leave a stinging sensation.
Red lights and the sound of the siren blared out of nowhere. They knew I escaped. I called for my plants but nothing happened. There was no plant life here. Again why didn't I remember this? Was there something in the air that made me forget? The air didn't smell anything different than the air outside maybe a little bit cleaner and fresh but still the same air. I placed both my hands on opposite end of the doors and began to spread them apart.
I slipped inside the thin space into the empty shell of the elevator shaft. There were many tiny lights that lit up the darkness and from what I saw we were a long way down to the bottom and to the top. This was new. Last time there was no bottom floor that lead to a dark abyss. I closed my eyes as I felt the coolness that the darkness had to offer after being surrounded nothing but light. I started to climb down unsure of where I'd go. When I reached the bottom I opened the doors and slipped inside the new floor
There was only one hallway that led away from the elevators and I followed it. The sirens where barely audible but even on this floor there were red flashing lights. There were no doors no windows no nothing in on the floor that it gave me an uncomfortable feeling. When I reached the end of the hallway, there was only one door. I hesitated on opening it then slipped inside. What I didn't expect was to see Dr. Strange again and let alone Jason Woodrue in the room.
"Why Pamela it's a pleasure to see you again." Dr. Strange smiled evilly at me. I tried to open the door to run but Jason grabbed me with his arms and pressed my back against his chest holding me tightly against him.
"Now that she's here can we do the experiment?" Jason was eager to start the torture and he didn't hide it.
"Jason, we don't want to rush into anything."
"I've waited long enough for this! For her and I want it now!" Like a child, Jason stomped his foot which scraped the back of mine.
"Fine!" Dr. Strange sighed, "I was going to wait a little longer Miss. Isley but since you are here I guess it can't be help." Dr. Strange walked over to a machine and Jason led me to a table throwing me on top of it with. My head hit the steel table that I saw stars. I felt his hands tugging off my jumpsuit and I started to fight him and scream. No, no this was not happening! Dear god please tell me that this is not happening!
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I woke up back into my cell with my body bruised and sore from their experiments. I curled up into a ball when I noticed that I had a brand new jumpsuit after Jason destroyed the one I had on. I wanted to wash everything that happened in that room away. I wanted Peter. I wanted Harley.
For the very first time I disliked being alone.
I pulled myself tighter into a small ball as I cried.
"Peter, where are you?" I whispered, sniffing and wiping away my tears, "Please forgive me." I begged forgiveness to a man who wasn't there, I begged forgiveness of the things that happened in that damn room. I begged forgiveness for what was going to happen. I wrapped my arms around my stomach protectively, as I continued to cry the rest of that night.
