~Shadow~Singer~
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Three
"Yup, that's her alright." Terry frowned, his dark eyes narrowed as he
looked at the photos in his hands. "I'd know those eyes and smile
anywhere."
"Out of all of these sightings, she never spoke to anyone other than
to mysteriously repeat their own thoughts." Max was leaning against the
stone wall of a secluded alley, a spot that the two often met to discus
things connected to Terry's 'after school job.'
"So our Singer has been seen before," Terry murmured. The pictures he
was looking at dated back to almost a hundred years ago. Under normal
circumstances, it would have seemed impossible, but Terry had been
doing this job too long to say that anything was impossible anymore.
"She's never given her name before, and one of the more common names
she was called was 'Black Butterfly.' The black part is obvious, and
the butterfly seemed to come from this photo." Max handed Terry one
last picture. The black haired villianess was looking over her shoulder
at the camera and...winking? Yes, she was winking, in an almost 'aren't
I a naughty girl?' attitude. But right after than curious wink, Terry's
eyes widened considerably, and he gave a low whistle.
Clearly visible, flaring to a span of what looked to be nearly five
feet across at the widest points, attached to Shadow's back was a pair
of black butterfly wings. Squinting and looking closer, Terry could
just barely make out intricate swirl patterns, like dense smoke, of the
deepest navy blue on the wings.
"The man that took the picture said she flashed the wings once he had
the thought that she reminded him of a butterfly; beautiful, but
elusive." Max told him as Terry studied the photos furthur. "He also
admitted that another thought had reached his mind; he was terrified of
butterflies, from some sort of childhood experience."
"So she also likes to scare people with their worst fears..." Terry
murmured. He made a disgusted face. "Sickening." He spat. "She hides
all that evil under such childish innocence."
"Maybe she's not all that evil," Max murmured softly, but Terry's
careful ears heard her nonetheless. He was just about to demand an
explanation for her comment, when that ever-dreaded cell phone in his
jacket pocket rang out softly in the night air.
Duty called.
Literally.
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The slight girl giggled in delight as she twirled around the room,
dripping with sparkling gems, priceless jewels, intricate designs carved
and weaved out of precious metals. Granted, she really had no need for
any of them, nor any desire to take them; a casual, fleeting, desired
thought would conjur up something to exceed the value, both money-wise
and beauty-wise, of anything else on earth, discovered or undiscovered.
No, the Shadow Singer was here for another purpose...
She had slipped through the air vents on a lovely evening breeze, and
deliberately tripped the alarms by re-condensing right on one of the
lazer sensors. Intensified vision had its perks.
She was still in the same black gown; form fitting, till mid thigh,
where it flared out into multiple folds of thick, cascading black satin.
Heart-shaped neckline, a thin strap going over her shoulders and
crossing in the back, and three other straps hanging off her thin
shoulders elegantly. Her long, pitch black hair, curled at the ends like
tendrils of smoke, shone under the dim lights of the jewelry store.
Rings glittered on every finger...except one... Her left ring finger
was vacant of any decoration. No, that finger was special... That finger
was meant for one ornament, one ring, one gift, one object and one
object alone.
The shadow girl glanced up at the clock mounted at the wall, any moment
now... A smile curled on her dark red lips, and grinning gleefully like
a school girl, she turned smoothly and elegantly, her skirts swishing
and her jewels flashing in a most impressive manner. Hands clasped
behind her innocently, a sly, flirty expression on her face, the
villainess came face to face with the one she had chosen as her arch
nemesis.
Batman...
"Good evening, my knight," She said. Her tone was not sultry or seducing
as Terry had expected, simply playful, like a little girl playing
dress-up with her brother, or father, or a best friend. Max's earlier
statement came back to him...
'...Maybe she's not all that evil...'
Terry quickly shook that thought away.
"As pretty as those gems are, you don't need them," He told her, and
blinked. He had sounded flirty... Quickly, but discreetly, he added,
"Plus they don't even belong to you, so wearing them would ruin their
value and beauty. I suggest you put them right back where you got them,
and come with me."
"Certainly," She smiled impishly. Terry narrowed his red-slited eyes.
He knew that sort of tone, and he knew what was coming next...
"If you can catch me!" She crowed, laughing joyously. Terry quickly
clamped down on his thoughts of that particularily lovely sound, and
leaped forward as the black gown clad girl whirled and dashed away,
quick as the shadows she came from. The chase was easy, and he cornered
her under a sunroof. He should have known then...
"My, my, you're better than I thought," She giggled. "Since I'm sure
you hate boring chases as much as I do, shall I escalate things a bit?
I know you can fly -and most expertly, too, might I add- so do you mind
if I use these?" She gave him that 'aren't I a naughty girl?' wink,
and with a slight billowing of shadow-like smoke just behind her,
forming in the center of her back and branching out on either side,
a set of large, elegent butterfly wings formed and flapped once. In the
better light, the dark navy blue patterns now looked purple...no, now
they switched back to blue...nearly black forest green...navy again...
now purple! It seemed to like purple the best...whatever it was that
kept it changing color.
Without furthur banter, the girl flapped her wings once, and lifted
off, soaring upwards. Terry barely caught a glimpse of something like a
miniature, spiraling black star form in her hand, glowing pale purple
and silver, before a light exploded overhead and glass rained down on
him. When he looked up again, she was gone. Terry had half a mind to
just drop it, but then he remembered she still had the jewels, and then
he realized he *wanted* to chase her...
With a grumble/sigh, Terry flared his arms out to his sides, snapping
his red gliders open, and ignited his rocket boosters, and soared
upwards into the night sky.
Terry hovered above the jewelry store for a moment, looking around,
eyes alert, body tensed, looking for any sign to indicate where she
had gone.
'Where *is* she?' He thought frustratedly.
'Over here, my knight....' A whispy, tinkling voice like mystic bells,
something from a dream, whispered oh-so-gently in his mind. He felt a
tug to his right, north. He narrowed his eyes. Too easy...
With a snap of his gliders, he turned sharply to his left, south, and
swung around a large billboard to come face to face with the giggling
shadow girl with large black and purpel butterfly wings.
"Wonderful!" She clapped her hands gleefully, like a schoolgirl, and
then abruptly whirled in midair, flapped her wings-
Before he got a change to think out his plan, Terry soared forward,
palms outstretched. Twitching his thumb in a specific movement, he
fired the cooling liquid out of his palms, Spiderman, style. His aim
was bullseye, and before Shadow could get out of the way, the streams
hit each wing dead center. Immediately the butterfly-like appendages
froze, becoming encased in an icy case. The bearer of the wings shrieked
as they cracked, crumbled, and fell away. Before she had a chance to
form new ones, she was plummeting to the ground, the expression rapidly
turning from startled, to delighted as she laughed.
Terry watched, expecting her to whisp away at any moment, or form new
wings, but neither happened. Cursing all wiley females, Terry cut the
power to his rocket boosters, clamped his ankles together, spread his
arms, clenched his fists, aimed his body downwards, and let gravity
take him soaring downwwards.
'I'm goint to regret this,' were his last thoughts just before he
clutched the slight young woman in his arms, reignited his rockets, and
flew upwards to hover just above the buildings. The girl in his arms
kicked up one leg, wrapped her arms round his neck, and giggled, grinning
in delight.
"Oh, that was soooo much fun!" She laughed. Terry found himself grinning
slightly at the sound, and slapped himself mentally.
"Aw, don't do that." He looked down to find Shadow Singer pouting. She
unwound on warm from around his neck to stroke his cheek, the cheek
that would have been stining had he slapped himself for real.
"You're something else," Terry resisted the urge to kick himself again.
Where had *that* come from? "What exactly do you want here?" He forced
his traditional Batman growl into his voice as he narrowed his eyes at
her. With that impish grin, innocently glittering eyes, he found it was
like yelling at a child. Something he didn't like doing...
"Aw, you don't like yelling at me?" She pouted cutely. "Then why are
you?"
Terry scowled. "Would you quit that mind reading thing? Its getting
on my nerves."
The girl burst out into tinkling laughter. Chuckling as she regained her
breath, she wrapped both arms around him again, and pulled herself up
against him and whispered...
"Thats the idea."
Next thing Terry knew, he had his arms wrapped around a bundle of
quicking fading smoke, rather than a dark, childish villianess.
Terry cursed and spat venemously as the whispy shadow substance dissipated,
realizing he hadn't even retrieved the jewels. Just as that realization
came to him, part of the smokey shadow drifted towards him, and abruptly
materliazed to form a cloth bag that dropped heavily into his hands.
Peeking inside, he narrowed his eyes at the tangled mass of jewels.
When he looked up, there wasn't the slightest whisp of shadow left.
To Be Continued....
Short, I know, and rather pointless, but don't worry; the plot will
show itself, soon, don't worry. In response to Nezera's review; you're
right! I am having fun! *grins*
Until next time, minna-chans! Ja ne!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*
By Alexia Goddess
Chapter Three
"Yup, that's her alright." Terry frowned, his dark eyes narrowed as he
looked at the photos in his hands. "I'd know those eyes and smile
anywhere."
"Out of all of these sightings, she never spoke to anyone other than
to mysteriously repeat their own thoughts." Max was leaning against the
stone wall of a secluded alley, a spot that the two often met to discus
things connected to Terry's 'after school job.'
"So our Singer has been seen before," Terry murmured. The pictures he
was looking at dated back to almost a hundred years ago. Under normal
circumstances, it would have seemed impossible, but Terry had been
doing this job too long to say that anything was impossible anymore.
"She's never given her name before, and one of the more common names
she was called was 'Black Butterfly.' The black part is obvious, and
the butterfly seemed to come from this photo." Max handed Terry one
last picture. The black haired villianess was looking over her shoulder
at the camera and...winking? Yes, she was winking, in an almost 'aren't
I a naughty girl?' attitude. But right after than curious wink, Terry's
eyes widened considerably, and he gave a low whistle.
Clearly visible, flaring to a span of what looked to be nearly five
feet across at the widest points, attached to Shadow's back was a pair
of black butterfly wings. Squinting and looking closer, Terry could
just barely make out intricate swirl patterns, like dense smoke, of the
deepest navy blue on the wings.
"The man that took the picture said she flashed the wings once he had
the thought that she reminded him of a butterfly; beautiful, but
elusive." Max told him as Terry studied the photos furthur. "He also
admitted that another thought had reached his mind; he was terrified of
butterflies, from some sort of childhood experience."
"So she also likes to scare people with their worst fears..." Terry
murmured. He made a disgusted face. "Sickening." He spat. "She hides
all that evil under such childish innocence."
"Maybe she's not all that evil," Max murmured softly, but Terry's
careful ears heard her nonetheless. He was just about to demand an
explanation for her comment, when that ever-dreaded cell phone in his
jacket pocket rang out softly in the night air.
Duty called.
Literally.
(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)*(~)
The slight girl giggled in delight as she twirled around the room,
dripping with sparkling gems, priceless jewels, intricate designs carved
and weaved out of precious metals. Granted, she really had no need for
any of them, nor any desire to take them; a casual, fleeting, desired
thought would conjur up something to exceed the value, both money-wise
and beauty-wise, of anything else on earth, discovered or undiscovered.
No, the Shadow Singer was here for another purpose...
She had slipped through the air vents on a lovely evening breeze, and
deliberately tripped the alarms by re-condensing right on one of the
lazer sensors. Intensified vision had its perks.
She was still in the same black gown; form fitting, till mid thigh,
where it flared out into multiple folds of thick, cascading black satin.
Heart-shaped neckline, a thin strap going over her shoulders and
crossing in the back, and three other straps hanging off her thin
shoulders elegantly. Her long, pitch black hair, curled at the ends like
tendrils of smoke, shone under the dim lights of the jewelry store.
Rings glittered on every finger...except one... Her left ring finger
was vacant of any decoration. No, that finger was special... That finger
was meant for one ornament, one ring, one gift, one object and one
object alone.
The shadow girl glanced up at the clock mounted at the wall, any moment
now... A smile curled on her dark red lips, and grinning gleefully like
a school girl, she turned smoothly and elegantly, her skirts swishing
and her jewels flashing in a most impressive manner. Hands clasped
behind her innocently, a sly, flirty expression on her face, the
villainess came face to face with the one she had chosen as her arch
nemesis.
Batman...
"Good evening, my knight," She said. Her tone was not sultry or seducing
as Terry had expected, simply playful, like a little girl playing
dress-up with her brother, or father, or a best friend. Max's earlier
statement came back to him...
'...Maybe she's not all that evil...'
Terry quickly shook that thought away.
"As pretty as those gems are, you don't need them," He told her, and
blinked. He had sounded flirty... Quickly, but discreetly, he added,
"Plus they don't even belong to you, so wearing them would ruin their
value and beauty. I suggest you put them right back where you got them,
and come with me."
"Certainly," She smiled impishly. Terry narrowed his red-slited eyes.
He knew that sort of tone, and he knew what was coming next...
"If you can catch me!" She crowed, laughing joyously. Terry quickly
clamped down on his thoughts of that particularily lovely sound, and
leaped forward as the black gown clad girl whirled and dashed away,
quick as the shadows she came from. The chase was easy, and he cornered
her under a sunroof. He should have known then...
"My, my, you're better than I thought," She giggled. "Since I'm sure
you hate boring chases as much as I do, shall I escalate things a bit?
I know you can fly -and most expertly, too, might I add- so do you mind
if I use these?" She gave him that 'aren't I a naughty girl?' wink,
and with a slight billowing of shadow-like smoke just behind her,
forming in the center of her back and branching out on either side,
a set of large, elegent butterfly wings formed and flapped once. In the
better light, the dark navy blue patterns now looked purple...no, now
they switched back to blue...nearly black forest green...navy again...
now purple! It seemed to like purple the best...whatever it was that
kept it changing color.
Without furthur banter, the girl flapped her wings once, and lifted
off, soaring upwards. Terry barely caught a glimpse of something like a
miniature, spiraling black star form in her hand, glowing pale purple
and silver, before a light exploded overhead and glass rained down on
him. When he looked up again, she was gone. Terry had half a mind to
just drop it, but then he remembered she still had the jewels, and then
he realized he *wanted* to chase her...
With a grumble/sigh, Terry flared his arms out to his sides, snapping
his red gliders open, and ignited his rocket boosters, and soared
upwards into the night sky.
Terry hovered above the jewelry store for a moment, looking around,
eyes alert, body tensed, looking for any sign to indicate where she
had gone.
'Where *is* she?' He thought frustratedly.
'Over here, my knight....' A whispy, tinkling voice like mystic bells,
something from a dream, whispered oh-so-gently in his mind. He felt a
tug to his right, north. He narrowed his eyes. Too easy...
With a snap of his gliders, he turned sharply to his left, south, and
swung around a large billboard to come face to face with the giggling
shadow girl with large black and purpel butterfly wings.
"Wonderful!" She clapped her hands gleefully, like a schoolgirl, and
then abruptly whirled in midair, flapped her wings-
Before he got a change to think out his plan, Terry soared forward,
palms outstretched. Twitching his thumb in a specific movement, he
fired the cooling liquid out of his palms, Spiderman, style. His aim
was bullseye, and before Shadow could get out of the way, the streams
hit each wing dead center. Immediately the butterfly-like appendages
froze, becoming encased in an icy case. The bearer of the wings shrieked
as they cracked, crumbled, and fell away. Before she had a chance to
form new ones, she was plummeting to the ground, the expression rapidly
turning from startled, to delighted as she laughed.
Terry watched, expecting her to whisp away at any moment, or form new
wings, but neither happened. Cursing all wiley females, Terry cut the
power to his rocket boosters, clamped his ankles together, spread his
arms, clenched his fists, aimed his body downwards, and let gravity
take him soaring downwwards.
'I'm goint to regret this,' were his last thoughts just before he
clutched the slight young woman in his arms, reignited his rockets, and
flew upwards to hover just above the buildings. The girl in his arms
kicked up one leg, wrapped her arms round his neck, and giggled, grinning
in delight.
"Oh, that was soooo much fun!" She laughed. Terry found himself grinning
slightly at the sound, and slapped himself mentally.
"Aw, don't do that." He looked down to find Shadow Singer pouting. She
unwound on warm from around his neck to stroke his cheek, the cheek
that would have been stining had he slapped himself for real.
"You're something else," Terry resisted the urge to kick himself again.
Where had *that* come from? "What exactly do you want here?" He forced
his traditional Batman growl into his voice as he narrowed his eyes at
her. With that impish grin, innocently glittering eyes, he found it was
like yelling at a child. Something he didn't like doing...
"Aw, you don't like yelling at me?" She pouted cutely. "Then why are
you?"
Terry scowled. "Would you quit that mind reading thing? Its getting
on my nerves."
The girl burst out into tinkling laughter. Chuckling as she regained her
breath, she wrapped both arms around him again, and pulled herself up
against him and whispered...
"Thats the idea."
Next thing Terry knew, he had his arms wrapped around a bundle of
quicking fading smoke, rather than a dark, childish villianess.
Terry cursed and spat venemously as the whispy shadow substance dissipated,
realizing he hadn't even retrieved the jewels. Just as that realization
came to him, part of the smokey shadow drifted towards him, and abruptly
materliazed to form a cloth bag that dropped heavily into his hands.
Peeking inside, he narrowed his eyes at the tangled mass of jewels.
When he looked up, there wasn't the slightest whisp of shadow left.
To Be Continued....
Short, I know, and rather pointless, but don't worry; the plot will
show itself, soon, don't worry. In response to Nezera's review; you're
right! I am having fun! *grins*
Until next time, minna-chans! Ja ne!
-Alexia Goddess
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*