Chapter Five
Cynthia ran.
What had she done?
Tears coursed down her face, mirroring the rain that fell all around her.
What had she *done?*
Cynthia heard Terry call after her, chasing her, but she didn't care,
she didn't stop, she didn't pause. She just ran.
She had just kissed, then mortally stabbed the Joker! What had come
over her? She was no actress; she was a wimp when it came to that sort
of thing! So what had possessed her to do what she had? It was like
something had been...guiding her.
Cynthia clapped down on her ears as she ran on. It was too confusing!
And the look in Terry's eyes when he had stopped her from leaving...
And then the shock, the way he recoiled from her when she told him to
let her go...
She let loose a sob as she stumbled over a fallen trashcan while running
down a deserted alley. She collapsed in the corner of the dead end,
wrapping her arms around her self as her drenched hair fell around her
face in sopping wet strands.
"Mother..." She whispered through her sobbing. Makura McCain had been
everything to Cynthia...she'd always known what to do. She would have
known what to do now...
"Mother..." The whisper came again. And again...Cynthia found herself
latching onto that one word, clinging to it as she did so many times
when things were going horribly wrong. So latched onto that one word
was she that she didn't notice when the fog around her began to take
on a bluish purple ting and swirl around her... Neither did she
notice as huge, sparkling wings fizzed into existence on her back, and
her hair began growing longer...
"Mother..."
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Something was going to happen; Terry could feel it. And this particular
gut feeling was rarely wrong. He had chased Cynthia out of habit and
worry for a friend, but now, as he lost sight of her as she rounded
a corner and ran down an alley, he came to a halt. There was hardly
anyone out; it had begun to rain in in heavy torrents.
Terry had suspected since his first meeting Cynthia, but now he was
sure, as he ducked into a shop and hid in the bathroom as he changed
into The Suit which he'd had in his backpack.
Cynthia was the Shadow Singer.
Her wileness, her suave, casual stabbing of the Joker and playful
seduction of him, nevermind Cynthia's telepathic command for him to
release her had all proven it.
Had Max known? No, he didn't think so.
Terry, now Batman, slipped out the backdoor of the shop, which exited
near the dead end of the alley he had seen Cynthia disappear into. A
sound like muffled sniffing and sobbing reached his ears, and he peeked
over a stack of crates to his right, and gasped. There Cynthia sat,
crouhed, arms wrapped around herself as she faced the corner. The
same beautiful, large black butterfly wings that had allowed Shadow
to escape him the day before now emerged from Cynthia's back. Even as
Terry watched, her hair grew longer, darker, curling at the ends as
it pooled around her.
"Mother..." He heard her choke. The shadows of the alley seemed to
detach themselves from their places, running like black ink to Cynthia,
surrounding her, just as the purple/bluish mist whirled around the
girl. As it gathered, Terry watched, eyes narrowed. The shadows and
mist that surrounded Cynthia suddenly flared up, six feet up, completely
obscuring Cynthia from view.
When it vanished, dissipating with a 'whoosh,' Terry wasn't the least
bit surprised to see the Shadow Singer standing there. And it was her.
Not Cynthia. At least, she was as 'not Cynthia' as she could be when
she and Cynthia shared the same body...
"You can come out, my Knight," She said softly, in the same tone as
when they had first met. Terry, on full alert, stepped into view,
switching off his camoflauge as he did so.
"You followed her," It was a statement, not a question. Terry nodded.
"You want to know what I am." Again, a statement, and again Terry
nodded.
"When we first met, I mentioned being created, did I not?" In her eyes,
as her wings twitched, Terry saw a look that almost frightened him.
"I was created over two hundred years ago by the greatest sorceress
ever. She was bored with her power. She created me to find for her an
adversary worthy of her. But she died before I fulfilled my mission.
But rather than dying, I found a woman willing to let me inhabit her
body, take on her appearence."
"Makura McCain." Terry stated. Shadow nodded. Suddenly Terry understood.
Shadow had taken on her mistress's mission to find the perfect adversary...
"Makura died, so you took Cynthia."
Again, Shadow nodded. Terry growled.
"But now she has blood on her hands. I can no longer inhabit her..."
Shadow's whispered statement surprised Terry slightly.
"But I have brought her nothing but pain, as I did her mother..." Shadow
looked him in the eye. "I must ask you a favor, my knight." Terry only
narrowed his eyes.
"This favor I ask is forbidden of me to ask, but I have no choice. I
tried carrying out my creator's wishes...but I have no desire to be a
great villainess. She did, but I don't." Terry blinked as a single
tear rolled down her cheek. This was new... Maybe Max had been right...
That thought was quickly obliterated, however, when out of nowhere
Shadow burst forward, grasping him about the neck and soaring upwards.
Only Terry's grip on Shadow's shoulders and the bat suit's advancedness
kept him from being strangled.
"You little-" Terry choked. Shadow cut him off.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this, otherwise I know you'll never do
what I ask," She said tearfully. She looked him the eye, as she kept
then hovering above the city.
"Kill me."
To Be Continued....
Okay, the reason it took me so long to get this out was I suddenly
realized I had NO plot. It was just a girl who had the spirit of a
shadow creature inside her that was looking for an arch adversary
apparently for her own amusement. But I didn't have a why, or how, or
anything. So I decided to just end it, which I will do probably in the
next chapter. I may come back and rewrite it someday once I have an
actual plot, but until then, my energies will be put towards my other
fics, which DO have plots.
So until later, minna-chans! Ja ne!
Smile More, Dream Always,
Alexia Goddess
P.S. SOOOOOOOOO sorry it took so long to post more!!!!!! I didn't realize
so many people liked it! I'm sorry that this story won't live up to
your expectations. *tears* Oh, well. Such is life. Ja! -Alexia
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*
Cynthia ran.
What had she done?
Tears coursed down her face, mirroring the rain that fell all around her.
What had she *done?*
Cynthia heard Terry call after her, chasing her, but she didn't care,
she didn't stop, she didn't pause. She just ran.
She had just kissed, then mortally stabbed the Joker! What had come
over her? She was no actress; she was a wimp when it came to that sort
of thing! So what had possessed her to do what she had? It was like
something had been...guiding her.
Cynthia clapped down on her ears as she ran on. It was too confusing!
And the look in Terry's eyes when he had stopped her from leaving...
And then the shock, the way he recoiled from her when she told him to
let her go...
She let loose a sob as she stumbled over a fallen trashcan while running
down a deserted alley. She collapsed in the corner of the dead end,
wrapping her arms around her self as her drenched hair fell around her
face in sopping wet strands.
"Mother..." She whispered through her sobbing. Makura McCain had been
everything to Cynthia...she'd always known what to do. She would have
known what to do now...
"Mother..." The whisper came again. And again...Cynthia found herself
latching onto that one word, clinging to it as she did so many times
when things were going horribly wrong. So latched onto that one word
was she that she didn't notice when the fog around her began to take
on a bluish purple ting and swirl around her... Neither did she
notice as huge, sparkling wings fizzed into existence on her back, and
her hair began growing longer...
"Mother..."
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Something was going to happen; Terry could feel it. And this particular
gut feeling was rarely wrong. He had chased Cynthia out of habit and
worry for a friend, but now, as he lost sight of her as she rounded
a corner and ran down an alley, he came to a halt. There was hardly
anyone out; it had begun to rain in in heavy torrents.
Terry had suspected since his first meeting Cynthia, but now he was
sure, as he ducked into a shop and hid in the bathroom as he changed
into The Suit which he'd had in his backpack.
Cynthia was the Shadow Singer.
Her wileness, her suave, casual stabbing of the Joker and playful
seduction of him, nevermind Cynthia's telepathic command for him to
release her had all proven it.
Had Max known? No, he didn't think so.
Terry, now Batman, slipped out the backdoor of the shop, which exited
near the dead end of the alley he had seen Cynthia disappear into. A
sound like muffled sniffing and sobbing reached his ears, and he peeked
over a stack of crates to his right, and gasped. There Cynthia sat,
crouhed, arms wrapped around herself as she faced the corner. The
same beautiful, large black butterfly wings that had allowed Shadow
to escape him the day before now emerged from Cynthia's back. Even as
Terry watched, her hair grew longer, darker, curling at the ends as
it pooled around her.
"Mother..." He heard her choke. The shadows of the alley seemed to
detach themselves from their places, running like black ink to Cynthia,
surrounding her, just as the purple/bluish mist whirled around the
girl. As it gathered, Terry watched, eyes narrowed. The shadows and
mist that surrounded Cynthia suddenly flared up, six feet up, completely
obscuring Cynthia from view.
When it vanished, dissipating with a 'whoosh,' Terry wasn't the least
bit surprised to see the Shadow Singer standing there. And it was her.
Not Cynthia. At least, she was as 'not Cynthia' as she could be when
she and Cynthia shared the same body...
"You can come out, my Knight," She said softly, in the same tone as
when they had first met. Terry, on full alert, stepped into view,
switching off his camoflauge as he did so.
"You followed her," It was a statement, not a question. Terry nodded.
"You want to know what I am." Again, a statement, and again Terry
nodded.
"When we first met, I mentioned being created, did I not?" In her eyes,
as her wings twitched, Terry saw a look that almost frightened him.
"I was created over two hundred years ago by the greatest sorceress
ever. She was bored with her power. She created me to find for her an
adversary worthy of her. But she died before I fulfilled my mission.
But rather than dying, I found a woman willing to let me inhabit her
body, take on her appearence."
"Makura McCain." Terry stated. Shadow nodded. Suddenly Terry understood.
Shadow had taken on her mistress's mission to find the perfect adversary...
"Makura died, so you took Cynthia."
Again, Shadow nodded. Terry growled.
"But now she has blood on her hands. I can no longer inhabit her..."
Shadow's whispered statement surprised Terry slightly.
"But I have brought her nothing but pain, as I did her mother..." Shadow
looked him in the eye. "I must ask you a favor, my knight." Terry only
narrowed his eyes.
"This favor I ask is forbidden of me to ask, but I have no choice. I
tried carrying out my creator's wishes...but I have no desire to be a
great villainess. She did, but I don't." Terry blinked as a single
tear rolled down her cheek. This was new... Maybe Max had been right...
That thought was quickly obliterated, however, when out of nowhere
Shadow burst forward, grasping him about the neck and soaring upwards.
Only Terry's grip on Shadow's shoulders and the bat suit's advancedness
kept him from being strangled.
"You little-" Terry choked. Shadow cut him off.
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this, otherwise I know you'll never do
what I ask," She said tearfully. She looked him the eye, as she kept
then hovering above the city.
"Kill me."
To Be Continued....
Okay, the reason it took me so long to get this out was I suddenly
realized I had NO plot. It was just a girl who had the spirit of a
shadow creature inside her that was looking for an arch adversary
apparently for her own amusement. But I didn't have a why, or how, or
anything. So I decided to just end it, which I will do probably in the
next chapter. I may come back and rewrite it someday once I have an
actual plot, but until then, my energies will be put towards my other
fics, which DO have plots.
So until later, minna-chans! Ja ne!
Smile More, Dream Always,
Alexia Goddess
P.S. SOOOOOOOOO sorry it took so long to post more!!!!!! I didn't realize
so many people liked it! I'm sorry that this story won't live up to
your expectations. *tears* Oh, well. Such is life. Ja! -Alexia
*ALL STANDARD DISCLAIMERS APPLY*