Chapter 6 - Ghost from The Past
Her skin crawled as he laughed. She wanted to wipe that grin clean off. Her blood was boiling with anger and hate, she tried to control it knowing if she should attack, she should with a clear head. She started circling him. "How do you know what my worst nightmare is?" she said. She needed to show him she wasn't going to be easily intimidated.
He chuckled, "You're afraid Barbara, your afraid of loosing the one's you love and being alone forever. You're afraid of the silence, you're afraid of a life full of pain," he said in his cool slithery voice.
Barbara shuddered, how did he know? How could he know?
"What do you want from me?" she asked in a slow, clear voice.
"I feed off you, Barbara, I feed of your fear, your pain, you are my blood," he answered.
Barbara shuddered again. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She swung a fist at him, He stepped side ways, avoiding the blow.
"Oh! Yes, Anger! Give me more!" he said.
Gritting her teeth as the pain from the transponder soared through her body she leaped in the air and executed a right leg spin kick. He caught her leg and pushed her backwards. Barbara cried out as she landed on the floor. She tried moving her legs to see if the transponder wasn't damaged. The familiar pain answered her back. She stifled a moan as she stood up.
She stared at him, who was he? He seemed to know when she'd move before she did. She circled him once more, her eyes trained on him.
"You say I'm your blood? Well it's time I became your tourniquet!" She rushed at him with her right arm folded and her elbow aimed at his nose. He smirked again and caught her arm. He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, "Now, now Barbara, you wouldn't want to do that."
She pushed him away, "And why wouldn't I?" she yelled. He cocked his head side ways looking at her, "You can't kill me, you don't kill remember? Isn't that what you kept telling them?"
"Yeah, well that was until you killed them!" she replied. She swung her arm around, aiming it at his jaw. He effortlessly ducked and then stepped backwards. Barbara spun around to face him. She sneered and snapped her left leg up towards his groin. He flipped backwards and landed on a table behind him. His move was just as graceful as Helena's, a move Barbara always marveled at. She shook her head and focused on him again.
He cocked his head again and looked at her. Something about the curious expression on his face seemed familiar. "Where have I seen that expression before?" she asked herself. Suddenly a vision flashed in her mind, Cris stood looking over Dinah's shoulder at her books, an expression of curiosity stood on her face, the same expression that was now on his face. She shook her head again. "What's the matter?" he said, "Too many memories?"
How did he know? Barbara's eyes widened. Seeing this he laughed. This time his laugh was different, it sounded. like Dinah's laugh.
"No!" she yelled, she reached out and grabbed the Batarang. She right arm over her chest and was just about to fling it at him with all her strength when, suddenly, the bird screeched and flew towards her. She flung her arms up and fought the bird off, "Leave me alone!" she yelled. He started laughing again. She glared at him and took a step forward; this time the cat stood in-front of her and snapped its claws at her. Confused she took a step backwards. "What are you doing!" she shouted in frustration.
"What's a matter? Your friends not playing nice?" he asked as he laughed. She glared at him, once again she prepared the batarang, but this time a black mist swiveled around her, obscuring her vision. "NO! STOP IT!!" she yelled, she leaped out and grabbed him. She threw him to the floor, kneeled over him and brought the batarang up. She called up all her strength and brought the batarang down; she stopped as a voice behind her cried out, "Barbara! No!"
Barbara spun around, her eyes widened as they fell upon the figure of a woman, "Selina?!"
Her skin crawled as he laughed. She wanted to wipe that grin clean off. Her blood was boiling with anger and hate, she tried to control it knowing if she should attack, she should with a clear head. She started circling him. "How do you know what my worst nightmare is?" she said. She needed to show him she wasn't going to be easily intimidated.
He chuckled, "You're afraid Barbara, your afraid of loosing the one's you love and being alone forever. You're afraid of the silence, you're afraid of a life full of pain," he said in his cool slithery voice.
Barbara shuddered, how did he know? How could he know?
"What do you want from me?" she asked in a slow, clear voice.
"I feed off you, Barbara, I feed of your fear, your pain, you are my blood," he answered.
Barbara shuddered again. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She swung a fist at him, He stepped side ways, avoiding the blow.
"Oh! Yes, Anger! Give me more!" he said.
Gritting her teeth as the pain from the transponder soared through her body she leaped in the air and executed a right leg spin kick. He caught her leg and pushed her backwards. Barbara cried out as she landed on the floor. She tried moving her legs to see if the transponder wasn't damaged. The familiar pain answered her back. She stifled a moan as she stood up.
She stared at him, who was he? He seemed to know when she'd move before she did. She circled him once more, her eyes trained on him.
"You say I'm your blood? Well it's time I became your tourniquet!" She rushed at him with her right arm folded and her elbow aimed at his nose. He smirked again and caught her arm. He pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, "Now, now Barbara, you wouldn't want to do that."
She pushed him away, "And why wouldn't I?" she yelled. He cocked his head side ways looking at her, "You can't kill me, you don't kill remember? Isn't that what you kept telling them?"
"Yeah, well that was until you killed them!" she replied. She swung her arm around, aiming it at his jaw. He effortlessly ducked and then stepped backwards. Barbara spun around to face him. She sneered and snapped her left leg up towards his groin. He flipped backwards and landed on a table behind him. His move was just as graceful as Helena's, a move Barbara always marveled at. She shook her head and focused on him again.
He cocked his head again and looked at her. Something about the curious expression on his face seemed familiar. "Where have I seen that expression before?" she asked herself. Suddenly a vision flashed in her mind, Cris stood looking over Dinah's shoulder at her books, an expression of curiosity stood on her face, the same expression that was now on his face. She shook her head again. "What's the matter?" he said, "Too many memories?"
How did he know? Barbara's eyes widened. Seeing this he laughed. This time his laugh was different, it sounded. like Dinah's laugh.
"No!" she yelled, she reached out and grabbed the Batarang. She right arm over her chest and was just about to fling it at him with all her strength when, suddenly, the bird screeched and flew towards her. She flung her arms up and fought the bird off, "Leave me alone!" she yelled. He started laughing again. She glared at him and took a step forward; this time the cat stood in-front of her and snapped its claws at her. Confused she took a step backwards. "What are you doing!" she shouted in frustration.
"What's a matter? Your friends not playing nice?" he asked as he laughed. She glared at him, once again she prepared the batarang, but this time a black mist swiveled around her, obscuring her vision. "NO! STOP IT!!" she yelled, she leaped out and grabbed him. She threw him to the floor, kneeled over him and brought the batarang up. She called up all her strength and brought the batarang down; she stopped as a voice behind her cried out, "Barbara! No!"
Barbara spun around, her eyes widened as they fell upon the figure of a woman, "Selina?!"