Sylvia Wayne "Wildcat"
Central City
December 29, 2010
Standing in the bathroom, I didn't know what to do. I just stood there as I picked out Klarion and Vandal from the corner of my eye. I was getting goosebumps all over my body as I stood in the chilled restroom in a dress that just barely covered my bottom. It was a tight black dress with one long sleeve shoulder. Intricate golden scales covered the arm and consumed my shoulder, almost like an armor of dragon scales. Klarion approached me, his hands glowing with his chaotic magic. I held still as the sunlight faded from the window and a heavy bass shook through the walls from the club just beyond the door. I took a step away from Klarion, my golden stilettos scraping the ground. But he just smiled.
"Come on, Kitty Cat, let me work my magic." He pouted, his familiar purring on his shoulder. The cold made my feel the sewed up incisions behind my ears and at the nape of my neck. They burned in the cold.
"Your dark magic?" I asked the rhetorical question, my body shuddering as the boy's ice cold hands grazed the nape of my neck as he brushed my hair over my shoulder.
"Hush, child. Let him prepare you." Vandal ordered, his gruff voice shaking me to my core. I couldn't not listen. I must obey. The thought was strong, even stronger when I try to remember things from before the compound.
"Yes." I obeyed, letting out a deep exhale, trying to fight the strain of wanting to deify their hold on me.
"Yes, what?" Savage raised a scarred eyebrow.
"Yes, Master." I corrected myself as Savage and Klarion shared a look of triumph. I sighed and held still as Klarion's hands ran over my black hair. The side of my head was soon in little tiny and thin cornrows to mimic the side of my head being shaved. The more my hair slipped through his fingertips, the more volume it gained, the magic forcing it into large and perfect ringlets that ran the length of my back.
"Now, that's better. Don't you think, Kitten?" Klarion brushed his hand across my cheek, suddenly contouring my skin with foundation and rouge. I looked up into the mirror and my green eyes were pale and frightening, surrounded by heavy black eye makeup. I remembered something suddenly. The shock of my eyes seemed wrong. Like they weren't supposed to be light and faint shade, but an emerald color. They should be like gems, sitting in the center of my scleras. But what bothered me more was how thin my skin felt. The way I could feel my bones moving beneath my very own epidermis. But the weight of my insides, that was a different story.
"Don't you think, Kitten?" Klarion repeated himself. I snarled at him but Savage took a step forward. I bit back the inane need to disobey them.
"It's better. Thank you, master." I spat at them as they herded me towards the door. Both sets of hands irritated the long incision stitched up on my spine.
"You know what to do, child." Savage began the instructions. "Close off all possible exits and be swift. We don't want any witnesses to the completion of your training." Savage rested his warm hand on my shoulder. "You will not fail, my princess." He felt my hair one last time before pushing me out the door. I saw everyone, happy and dancing. It was almost immediate that a boy came up to me and tried to get me to dance. I felt my claws come out without the boy even noticing.
"So, how old are you?" The guy said loudly, curious as he looked me up and down. The need to obey filled me and I smiled.
"Old enough." I whispered in his ear before pulling back and swiping at his face. My claws raked across his skin, drawing so much blood before I walked away from the sound of people trying to help the the screaming boy.
The music washed through me as I stood in the center of the club, blood caking the floors. There were flashes in my mind. Boys had tried to hit on me as I went to every small window, to every door. I had locked myself in with them, well, more like they had been locked in there with me. I remember having posed for a few pictures before I had felt my claws come out. One after another, I had killed every last person in there as had been instructed. As they screamed and cried, I killed them all. I had ripped them apart, their families broken with their ravaged deaths. I was halfway done when I saw so many running for the doors and calling the police. But they couldn't get out, as we were all trapped in the aggressive expansion of the lights plot. Even if a few youthful targets had to be covered up by the masses.
"Dying, would be an awfully big adventure." I said to myself as I stood in the blood. I could feel it in my hair, and the streaks of it on my face. It was splattered on my arms and legs. It all felt wrong, but I had to. I had to follow their orders. The blood of over two hundred people flowing upon the glittered floor of the club. I just stood there, in the center as I hear people outside, pounding on the doors.
"Police! Open up!" But there was a moment of silence before the ramming began once again. "C.C.P.D! Open up!" They yelled again. I walked up to the DJ station as they banged on the doors. The sound of fist pounding on metal continued to the back entrance, even the side entrance. I got into the DJ's laptop and turned on the few songs I knew would be perfect for this moment. If I had to battle the cops, it had to be to these few songs. I queued the order of the songs and took a deep breath. The second I hit play, the sound of jazz pushed through the speakers.
"Cause the lord knows I'm a Voodoo Child." I said to myself as the heavy bass of Brick + Mortar began to play. The police broke down the door. As they all rushed in I just stood there, covered in splashes and streaks of blood. I could feel their lights reflecting in my eyes despite the strobes doing their work despite everyone dead. I kicked off my heels as they all stared at the scene.
"Freeze! Put your hands in the air!" One ordered, but I ignored him. I was fast, dodging bullets as I ripped apart cop after cop. But one bullet caught me in the side. I froze and felt it. Just a bit of blood came out. Through and through, no damage to any vital organs. Wrap it up, keep fighting. I bolted again and ripped a sleeve off of some guy. I tied up my waist like a sash and got back into it. The song ended and the next began.
"Won't you follow me into the Jungle?" I asked as I slit the Captain's throat. The X Ambassadors filled the room as I attacked another officer, but something knocked me back. there was a blue of red and yellow swirling around me.
"Stop right there!" I heard a familiar voice. I obviously didn't listen as I turned and raked my claws through the ring of red and yellow. I felt impact, so I waited to see my results. I liked the blood off my claws as the speedster stopped. He faced me with five perfect slashes going from the right side of his chest across his arm.
"My orders are no witnesses. I'll let you go if you let me finish my job." I purred, pushing my bloody, curly hair out of my eyes. Flash's eyes widened, looking at something past me.
"Kid, go back outside and sweep the perimeter. Keep the cops out." He ordered, but I could hear someone behind me, groaning like they hated being sidelines.
"I thought we were passed this." He grumbled, maybe about to go when I turned around, and he froze. "Sylvia…" I heard him whisper, but it meant nothing to me. I charged him, attacking the Kid. I had him pinned to the ground when I froze. His eyes stared into mine in disbelief. I slashed down with my claws to strike his face. But, I stopped just inches from his skin. I tired again, but I couldn't hurt him like that. Tears began to fall from my eyes as I kept trying to hurt him, but as the sobs escaped my lips, I could not. He sat up, and I let him. I couldn't stop crying and sobbing as he did his best to wipe the blood from my face.
"Wally." I whispered, catching his attention as I leaned over to hug him. "I killed all of them." I whispered, holding onto him ever so tightly.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. None of this is your fault." He assured me, stroking my wet hair. I pulled away, wanting nothing more than to kiss him and go home. But before I could, I sucked in a pained breath, jerking upright.
"You did well, kitten. But not well enough!" I heard Klarion shouting as Teekl, his familiar, hissed at me. I let out a cry of pain as I involuntarily scrambled off of the speedster. It was a few moments before my tears were no more, and I was losing everything again.
"Sylvia! You can fight this." The speedster pleaded as I stood there. "Stay with me." He begged. But his name was slipping from my mind. If only it could slip from my mouth so I could hear it once more.
"Come to me, princess. It's time to go home." I heard Savage order, and I obeyed despite the feeling I had whenever I was around him. The large brute of a man put an arm around my shoulder.
"No!" I heard the boy yell as he ran after me. I looked back and saw a blur of both red and yellow coming towards us.
"No no no. Not this time." Klarion smiled, putting a force field around us. The moment the red energy dissipated, I was pulled through the witch boy's portal, and the two speedsters were gone. We were back at the compound.
"Take her to get washed up. She has a busy day ahead of her." Vandal stroked the side of my cheek before a servant took me away to my room. I just stood there, mindlessly as they undressed me, and guided me into the tub of warm water. The second I sat down, the blood mixed with the water. The girl began to hum as she willed apart the blood and the water, controlling it so the blood would go down the sink drain. The water was pure again as she pulled out some soap and a sponge. She scrubbed my skin and washed away the grime and the dried blood from my body. It was like a routine. She willed everything she cleaned off of me from the water and put it down the drain in the sink. She even dipped her hand in the cooling waters and controlled what I assumed were the molecules to heat it up again to an appealing temperature. I laid back as she washed my hair, washing away the blood and grime. She once again willed away what was washed off of me into the drain. She rinsed me off one last time before having me get up and stand on the bath mat. She gave me a towel and let the bath tub drain.
"Put these on and sit in the chair at the vanity so I can finish up." She told me as she handed me a set of pajamas and undergarments. I watched her as she washed and dried off her own hands in the sink. After having put on the pajamas and sat in the chair, I watched her in the mirror as she combed out all of the kinks in my hair. Her own blonde hair was pulled back into a high bun. Her round cheeks bore no trace of any makeup, but her lips wore the prefered color of Vandal. They were a natural pink color, but to me, it was obvious that she was wearing lipstick. Her ocean blue eyes were framed with the same mascara I was supposed to always wear, each and every day. She seemed so familiar as I noticed her humming again.
"What are you humming?" I asked her, and she smiled.
"Just some song. This girl I used to know from being in the same program used to hum it during the group eating sessions. She was humming it every time I saw her, and it stuck." She spoke softly, like that wasn't a good time in her life. "But you know, it gets me through the day. I hear she got out of the program and made something of herself." She finished combing my hair and started to use her ability with water and willing it out of my hair. Drying it a bit, and combing it a bit, over and over. I started humming with her, matching the tune.
"I've always meant to ask. What's your name?" I inquired, looking up at the blonde. She smiled.
"I'm Tori. What's your name?" She smiled and I frowned. Trying to think past the fog
"He calls me princess, but I don't know." I looked up at her, and there was this look on her face. She stopped humming and froze. I carried the tune, staring off into the mirror as she she stood there, staring at me as I sat there, humming the song.