Fate, Time and Eternal Love NEW CHAPTER
R&R please
"Hey, yo! You stupid ass bozos!" Kori called out, already on the nerves of her stupid captors.
How she even got captured was beyond her imagination. Sure, she did cut down two of the four guys, but it was like she was stuck with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. They bickered moronically, and it was so clichéd she wanted to bash her head against the wall she was leaning against. So much for the fantasy of being captured by some rotten evil mastermind with merciless henchmen.
She struggled a bit against the rope they tied her limbs with. Her head felt like someone was slamming a huge jack hammer over and over again on her head. The pressure, and blood and not to mention the piercing pain was killing her. For all she knew, with the attack and her fighting back, she could have internal bleeding. She shivered, pushing those morbid thoughts away. She wasn't ready to die yet, not at the easy hands of Dumb and Dumber. Who knows what they would do to her body?
"Yo! Morons! Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum! Do I look like some cold turkey you can just toss away?! I need some down time here, something to keep me going!"
"Would you just shut up?!" the red haired one screamed at her, the 9 millimeter in his hands ready. She dubbed thee Tweedle Dum.
"How can I when I'm starving, freezing, and ready to burst?!"
Tweedle Dee laughed. "I can warm you up babe, if you're interested!"
Kori gave him a charming smile. "Is that before or after I pee all over you? Because if I have to wait any longer, I will seriously go."
"That is the lamest excuse in the book. Do you think we are idiots?" Tweedle Dum questioned her, waving his identical 9 millimeter gun.
"Yes, I do, actually, and I'm not lying. Plus, I am...well, I don't want to say it out loud!" Kori pretended to be embarrassed. Tweedle Dee edged forward, a disgustingly creepy smile on his face. "And that would be?"
"I-Look, I...do you have a wife, maybe a girlfriend?"
He pulled away from her a bit, surprised at the sudden question. She had the fly ensnared.
"You know how we beautiful sexy women have some um, things going on every month?"
Tweedle Dee just stared. Dum groaned. "She means her period you moron!"
"Oh! I see, okay!"
And stay away from her, she's dangerous! She killed Ralph and Frank."
Dee drew away and Kori sighed in her head. Maybe their names should be switched.
"Look, I need to go and change. Unless your big bad boss wants to see me coated in urine and blood, which I'm sure he doesn't, you need to give me what I want. NOW!"
"Ignore her."
"I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM! I HAVE TO PEE! I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!" She kept screaming at the top of her lungs. Finally, Dum snapped.
"Shut the bitch up!" he tossed Dee a rag.
"NO! I NEED TO PEE! JUST LET ME PEE!"
She didn't struggle as Dee forced the rag in her mouth and walked away. When their backs turned, she pushed it out with her tongue and began to scream again.
"What the hell?!"
"She's driving me insane, Dan! Just let her go!" Dee yelled over Kori's voice. Dum faltered, but the boss did say he wanted her not harmed. He sighed.
"Fine, take her to the john. And keep your gun on her; I have to make this call."
"Thank you boys, I promise I'll be really good for you. But, there is one problem," she said, looking at Dum's face as Dee untied the ropes around her legs.
"What is that?"
"YOU FUCKING MORON! DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO HAS A PAD?!"
Dum flinched. This woman shit was getting on his nerves. Now he understood why Martha was so irritable during her time of the month.
"What the hell am I supposed to do about it?" he asked, aiming his gun at her chest as Alan pulled her into his chest for a good grip on her arms.
"Well, let's see. GET ME A DAMN PAD?! HOW'S THAT FOR AN ANSWER YOU IMBECILE!"
Dum groaned. Of course he knew that answer. He flinched as she screamed again.
"AND IM HUNGRY! For all I know I'll die before Mr. Boss comes around to do his whatever it is with me! BUY ME A SANDWICH OR I WON'T STOP SCREAMING! And..." she stopped, counted to ten and said, with her sweetest voice, "Get yourselves something nice too. I'm sure it's not easy handling a grown woman like me."
"You got that right," Dee laughed. She smiled. "I know, I know, I'm a terrible person. Generally, I'm all nice and cuddly with the male species, but once I'm on my time, it's the worst thing to be around me. Forgive me?"
"Anything for a babe like you," Dee whispered in her ear.
She giggled and Dum groaned, tucking the gun in his jacket pocket. She gave him a nice smile, but when he didn't move, she frowned. The frown turned into a grim, angry line and her eyes lost their usual warmth, becoming hard and cold. "Why are you still standing there?" She asked in her best frosty voice.
Dum's eyes widened and she could tell Dee was frightened a bit.
"I'm not going to say it again. GO BUY ME WHAT I NEED! MOVE IT!"
Tweedle Dum rushed out. Then she barked an order at Dee to not hold her arms too tightly, and he released a bit. When he tried to usher her to the restroom, she called him a stupid ass for not realizing she couldn't go before his friend got back.
"S-so what are we supposed to do?"
"Just wait a bit." When she was certain the guy wouldn't come back, she asked to sit down, and for him to get her a cup of water. The minute he released her and turned his back, she slipped out of her bonds and attacked silently, pushing him to the ground with a strong kick, then kicking him again in the chest. Then, she swiftly grabbed his head, pulled it up, and smashed it against the ground. He was unconscious immediately.
Kori rummaged through his pockets, pulled out a gun and pocket knife, slipping the knife in her jeans. She released the safety on the gun, and checked how many bullets she had. She didn't need more than one, but she wasn't interested in killing the goons. It was a precaution against any big bad villain who could walk through the door.
WITH RICHARD
Richard sighed. The girl just never seemed to get out of trouble! He had to save her sorry ass, again. And Rachel was freaking out, which was a first for her. Her body was shaking and her eyes dilated when he arrived. Now she wouldn't stop pacing, or lecturing him on how it was his fault her stupid friend got in trouble, because he had to save her and make it seem like something was going on between them, making her an easy target for all the people who hated him.
Then she kept going about how Kori was innocent and probably scared, and she was still hurt, and blah. blah blah.
He tuned her out and just waited until she screamed at him to go. He tried to leave the minute he saw the scene. He wouldn't argue with her that Kori, despite her annoyingly disgusting personality ( it practically matched vomit) was and is still an innocent.
If she was alive. However, it didn't seem likely. The injury to her head was too fatal; he was surprised it hadn't killed her yet, or that she had bothered to go the hospital. He wondered where the female brain was located, or if it really existed. Maybe it was a figment of people's imaginations.
However, an innocent was an innocent. And she was hurt, badly. But stupid Rachel, with all her wrath, seemed to forget that the longer she took, the longer it would take to track down the red headed broad.
"Well, this is all hunky dory, but-"
"HUNKY DORY!? MY BEST FRIEND COULD BE DEAD AND UR SITTING HERE WITHOUT TRYING TO SAVE HER!"
Garfield stood up and tossed the contents of his drink-luckily it was soy milk- at his girlfriend.
She immediately shut up.
"Now that we are all here, I have something to say. It's not Richard's fault Rachel, so calm down."
Victor nodded. "And we are ALL worried about her, Rachel, not just you. So let Richard do his job. He tried to leave to go help her. Not just sit around and talk."
Rachel sobbed. "Sorry, I just-wait, just go, and hurry."
"We know it'll take a while to find her-"
"No, it won't. I don't have to look," Richard said, standing and walking away from his friends. He quickly dodged the glass cup thrown at him. It shattered. He turned to Rachel's angry face, knowing how in control of her emotions she needed to be to control her powers as an empath. He snickered.
"You suck as an empath. And I don't have to look," he said quickly, because she began to levitate the couch she had abandoned while pacing, "Because I know where she is. Excuse me."
He ducked out before his cheekiness was punished by Mr. Couch.
When he arrived, he found one guy unconscious on the floor, wrapped in rope, and another trapped in a convoluted spider web of chairs, blades of chain saws, and leaf blowers. The guy was strapped to one chair, a saw tucked neatly and dangerously close to his balls, the other dangling from bungee rope and barely scratching the surface of his skin. Blood was slowly running its way down his neck to the collar of his blue shirt. His face was swollen, and dark bruises were already forming on his face, amidst an array of cuts.
"Well, well, boys, what happened here?" he thought maybe Kori had done it, but there was no way. The man with red hair screamed.
"Help! That crazy bitch-"
Nightwing laughed heartily. So it really was Kori. He was impressed. But how she managed to escape was...well, he didn't understand.
"How did this happen?"
"I don't know. I came in after-wait, I don't have to tell you anything!"
"Sure you don't, but I can move that blade an inch more."
He didn't have to mention what blade, because the boy got the message and blanched.
He told him his story, how she screamed she needed to get her "womanly ways" cleaned up and upon his return he was attacked and found himself strapped to the chair, and her insane idea as she began to make her little trap. He also mentioned how he knew she was a b- Nightwing glared at him when he tried to call her that, so he stopped-how she was a brat and that he knew was dangerous. She killed two other henchmen that attacked her, and threw them in the bushes across the street.
They couldn't even capture her until she was three blocks away from where they started, which was located in her bathroom.
He was surprised. He didn't expect her to handle the situation well enough to be having fun at the same tim-he froze. No, wait. What was Rachel barking about earlier?
She can't handle a situation normally. Once her blood starts rushing in fear, her defense mechanism kicks in! Then the situation comes out of hand! She has to be stopped before something bad happens, Richard, and yelling at her won't make the situation any better!
Defense mechanism...so the day she was saved by him… that was part of it. He frowned. A normal shocked person would get the hell away, and as fast as possible. Certainly not kill anyone, and certainly not stick around for the next henchman to come, beat the shit out of them, and put them in a sickeningly funny trap. No. She was like a ticking time bomb, which meant-
He turned and fled the scene as soon as he notified the police about the dead bodies and the warehouse location, leaving Kori's name and presence out of it. He had to stop her before she did something stupid to herself, and others. He only hoped she had some sort of self-control by now, or she hadn't struck anyone yet.
Kori whimpered as she held down on the maniacal side of her, pushing thoughts of hurting anyone away. It didn't help that those men-she chuckled. That's what happened when you messed with her. Why couldn't people just leave her alone? Then she could pretend she was miss innocence. But noooo, there had to be some dickwad that came up to her and challenged her safety. So, she gave them what they needed. Punishment. Nothing wrong with that.
Kori put her hands on her head, and clenched her hair in her small fists. Wrong. There was something completely wrong with that. She couldn't go around and hurt others because of certain morons. And she shouldn't enjoy the challenge of it. That was disgusting, and not human.
Kori began to think of cute innocent kittens, and rainbows, and friendship, driving away the thoughts of death, and the desire to feel the warmth of blood on her hands. She was NOT going back to hurt those men. She already did enough. The pounding of her head did enough to numb her brain and senses, as well as the loud noises of the city alley she was hiding in.
Her body relaxed and her mind drifted to the idea of vacation. She'd get her head tested to make sure nothing was wrong, hopefully, and then rest in the beach house Kitten had offered the first time Kori made her dress for free. It was free only because the brat was scoffing at the lack of fashion sense she had, and so Kori made her a magnificent evening gown that opened many jaws, widened eyes, and surfaced those green little monsters called envy in the women.
From then on, Kitten made sure only Kori made her dresses, and paid handsomely. She had done more than enough favors for the girl. So, she'd go to that beach house, enjoy the warm sea and hot sun on her body, and maybe spy on some surfer boys for enjoyment. Maybe hook up with one or two. Read a couple of books she had set aside, and just R.E.L.A.X. Yep. That sounded perfec-a scream cut off her thoughts, and she stood.
Another scream followed, echoing off the walls. Someone was being hurt. A woman was being hurt. An innocent was being hurt. She rushed down the alley way and turned into another, running down each one, hoping to find the person quickly before any bastard did anything. Her blood ran hot and her adrenaline spiked. She couldn't hold back the senses anymore, not when someone's life was at stake.
But Kori's rational side wasn't worried about the victim, but the perpetrator. When she got her hands on him...the scream echoed and she turned to find one man on top of a young teenager, perhaps 17 or 18, ripping her clothes off her slim body. The girl struggled and cried, screaming for help. Kori laughed.
"Whatya doin?" she called out playfully.
The man froze and turned, squinting, trying to make out the person's silhouette in the darkness.
"Who are you?"
"Can I play?" she asked, slipping out of the shadows into his line of sight. The girl whimpered in relief, but when she met her savior's eyes, they were cold and distant. The beautiful woman's mouth twisted in a maniacal smile, and her eyes seemed wild.
"You like hurting people too?"
"Back away, now, or I'll get you too!"
"You didn't answer my question punk," Kori's voice lost all amusement, "I said, do you like hurting people too?"
"What the fu-" Kori rushed to him and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him up and shoving him against the wall. She looked down at the girl. "Get out of here, if you know what's-" but the man punched her in her in the gut. She gasped and doubled over, and the girl let out another piercing shriek. Kori rammed her shoulder into him and threw him over, back onto the ground.
"I like hurting people too, but only those that have been naughty." She punched him in the face,
"You still like hurting people?"
The man spit in response. Kori laughed. She punched him again in the jaw, then again, and for another ten times. Between each punch she asked him the same question. "Do you like hurting people?"
By the fifth time, the man didn't have room to say anything. He was dazed. By the sixth, he was begging her to stop. Kori pulled out the knife she had placed in her pocket earlier from Tweedle Dee.
"Let me show you what it's like. Girly, you better leave if you know what's good for you," she gave a final warning to the girl who remained. She began to leave when she witnessed the beautiful red head plunge the knife into his chest. She screamed, panicking. Would that knife plunge into her? Why couldn't she move? Why was it so cold?
"Is that what you wanted to do to her? Plunge your personal, jittering knife into her innocent body repeatedly? Huh? DO YOU LIKE IT?!" Kori screamed at the man as she raised her hand to plunge the knife into him again. But before she could, her hand was caught and she was wrenched free from the man. She whirled around, wondering who dared stop her when she came face to face with Nightwing. He was angry.
"Let me go you stupid spandex! This man deserves to die!"
"And don't you see, you stupid woman, that he is dying?"
She smiled. "That isn't enough. He was going to hurt her. I'm only giving him what he deserves."
Nightwing refused to say anything that would instigate more anger, and possibly tip the scale of her right mind, if there was anything left.
She struggled against him, but he held tight. Pulling out a phone, he called the commissioner and told him the location of the girl and the man.
"Jeez, Nightwing, two in one day?"
"Sorry, but it looks like it will be a long night. I'll stay long enough for the sirens, then send the girl out to you. I have something else to attend to."
Gordon accepted without question and hung up. Nightwing returned his attention to Kori, who was seething in anger. He grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him.
"He got what you think he deserved. But do you think she did?"
Kori froze in mid hissy fit. Her eyes fell on the girl who couldn't seem to move, and who, in fright, released her bowels.
"Do you think it was worth it? You scarred her more than he would have. You stopped him, couldn't that be enough?"
"No," she spit, "I did nothing but save you, you ungrateful brat! I told you to go away! Why didn't you leave?!"
The girl flinched. Nightwing tightened his grip on the woman. She was getting out of control.
"Are you alright?"
The girl meekly nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Dana Mitch," her shaky voice responded.
"How old are you Dana?" he said over Kori's cry of anger. He repeated the question when Dana's eyes froze on Kori.
"I-I'm 16."
"Do you go to Gotham High?"
She nodded. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I wanted to go into Criminal Law."
But Nightwing was sure that this event would be the end of that. He tried another tactic. "You know that Criminal Law in Gotham is a very trying subject. You'll go through worse than this."
"I don't think I want to anymore."
"Nonsense. Do you have a sense of justice?" he asked, emphasizing the word at Kori.
"Yes."
"Do you believe that people in jail get what they deserve for hurting people?"
She nodded. "Do you believe they should be killed?"
She shook her head. Kori cried out in shock but Nightwing silenced her with a shake.
"Why?"
"Be-because it would...it would make things easier for them!"
"How?! Killing them would make it better! One less person to spend taxes on, one less person that could be released on bail or probation! If we kill them all, it would show the criminals we aren't merciful. It will stop crime! It will stop putting them in luxurious rooms and fed food people are suffering for! It would excel the economy!" Kori snapped at the girl. "You are too young to understand!"
"Do you believe that, Dana?"
Dana watched Kori throw a tantrum, calling Nightwing a bunch of names for supporting Dana's ridiculous idea. At first, she liked that the man was getting what he deserved, but the red head made it worse. No, death was almost...
"Killing him is too easy. He needs to suffer in jail. Besides, he's human too."
Nightwing nodded his approval. "Good. Justice will prevail, but revenge will only make things worse."
Dana stood. She was still shaking, but it seemed he awakened something in her. As did Kori.
"If...If he had died, I wouldn't feel happy. I'd feel like it wasn't enough, but-"
"Relief is okay, Dana, it doesn't make you a bad person."
She burst into tears and Nightwing released Kori, pulling Dana into his arms for a short hug. The police were close.
"Good. Don't forget that, and use this experience to find justice for all. Now, go and walk through this alley. You'll face the police, and you can go home."
Dana nodded and ran towards the flashing red and blue lights. Nightwing waited for a confirmation call from Gordon, then pulled Kori into his chest.
"Let go of me you fool. You just made another stupid person with your crap."
"Well, little girl," he merely said, "Time for you to go home too."
When he dropped her off in front of Rachel, he waited for some reaction. All his friends did was stand and stare. Kori was covered in blood, panting heavily and shaking, but she was spitting, cursing and yelling in fury at Nightwing. He looked at Rachel, hoping to get the broad off of him so he could leave to patrol the city some more. All she did was stand there.
"Hey, mind telling me where the stop button is?"
"I AM NOT A REMOTE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING-"
Rachel smacked her across the face. The sound rang in his ears and he was surprised at the anger Rachel was emitting. Did he get it right? Was this a defense mechanism, or her real demented personality?
"You better come to your senses Korina Anders, or I swear I will beat some sense into you."
"Wow, is this mommy hour? Are you going to put me on the stairs for a time-out? Will you find my pacifier and blankie?" Kori snickered. Rachel just put her hands on her hips and waited.
"I don't understand-"
Victor held a hand up. "Just wait till she calms down. She's away from the scene, so she has to acclimate a bit."
"And this happens often?"
Victor shook his head. "She usually has a good sense of control. She just breathes it out. Something else must have cause the spark for her explosion. It first starts as a defense against fear, but then the fear turns to anger with that spark. Where did you find her?"
Nightwing explained what had happened with her, and where he found her. Victor and Rachel nodded.
"The girl getting hurt was what started it."
"What I don't understand is why she didn't hurt the girl."
Kori laughed. "Why the hell would I hurt an innocent? I'm not evil."
Rachel relaxed. "Oh? But you hurt an innocent."
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you did."
"Na ah."
"Ya ha."
"No."
"Yes."
"NO!"
"YES! YOU. DID!" At Rachel's words Kori seemed to freeze. Her brows furrowed together as she began to think back, then, as the events sunk into place, her face crumbled. She slipped to the ground and buried her face in her hands, sobbing heavily.
"No!"
"Hey, come on Kori, the first time was...defense, yes?"
"D-defense, you call that defense!? That's angry slaughter! I could have knocked them out, not...not snap each one's neck!"
Rachel flinched. "And the girl?"
Kori shivered. "S-sorry."
"So what are you going to do about it?" Victor asked, looking at the young woman who was like a sister to him. Kori's slim shoulders shook.
"Repent," was her soft answer.
Nightwing snapped. "Repent?! Is that all you can think of doing?! You caused millions of dollars in waste, and probably scarred a young girls mind. And imagine if someone saw you mercilessly kill those men?!"
She gave him a look of utter defeat and sighed. "What am I supposed to do about it?"
"DO more than repent!" he was getting completely emotional with this woman. It irritated him. He counted to ten and breathed evenly, calming his own irrational anger. Then he spoke.
"Pay for it."
"You mean confess and go to jail?"
He didn't expect to hear that. No, no matter what, all they would really do would send her to some extensive psycho-therapy. Once her story came loose, the whole city would fight. And her innocence would win. But then she'd be forever known as the insane victim with a crooked sense of justice.
"No. Pay for it by doing something about your ethics."
"I don't understand."
"Find out why you have such an-"
"I know why! That isn't the problem," Kori said, looking away from him.
"Then what is?" Nightwing probed. She sighed, her shoulders drooping.
"I've tried it all, besides giving up. I tried fighting back by joining conferences and groups for the fight of justice. I've listened to talks, gone through therapy; I've done everything I can think of. Nothing seems to control my revenge streak. Heck, I've even tried awakening my "other side," she said with disdain, and dark chuckle, "tried to control it with a team of psychologists, but it only got out of hand. And locking me away in a cell only made it worst."
Then there was only one other way, Nightwing thought. Force her, under supervision, to send people to jail. She needed to do what he did. Save the victims, and lock away the criminals. First, he would consider the idea with Batman and the League, then Rachel and Victor, who seemed to know her best, and her reasons why.
Plus, the issue of her safety was a problem. She was marked as someone close to him, and the person who had taken interest in him (for whatever reason that was) would want to get to her all the time. It didn't help that this was the third time he saved her. It made it seem like he had a relationship with her of some sort.
Nightwing wanted to bang his head against the wall. He had more than enough trouble being Richard Grayson, son of famous Bruce Wayne and co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises with his adoptive father, but also as the Gotham and Bludhaven's main super hero. Now he had to baby-sit the little witch. Not only as Nightwing, but as Richard as well. He had to find a way to bring both aliases together without alerting the clever eyes of his enemy. If they hadn't already been alerted. He pushed that thought away. If his enemy knew who he was already, then he wouldn't have struck using the girl. Unless he became attracted to her. A common failing that happened to most superhero's girlfriends or boyfriends.
This was going to be a troublesome couple of months.
"I'll leave her to you, Rachel. Get this place cleaned up."
He didn't have to mention to the empath how she did that, or that he would be in touch. She knew.
He looked down at Kori one last time, nodded at Victor, wondered where Gar had gone, then slipped in the shadows of the night.
R&R PLEASE. The structure is a little all over the place, and disorganized and there's probably a whole bunch of stuff wrong with this, I know. It's only because I typed this all in like, four emails, at my college's library, which has sucky computers that log off randomly. So it was a rushed situation. However, I posted. So everything else shouldn't matter. :P