Chapter 4. Guess what comes next? I'll give you a few choices:
A) An announcement;
B) A disclaimer with a stupid joke.
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You guessed wrong. The answer was C) all of the above. The announcement: I will be away from writing until the winter holidays (I'm not calling it Christmas holidays because some of you probably don't celebrate Christmas but some other tradition. Maybe you just don't celebrate at all). And so comes the...
Disclaimer: I don't own DCUO, DC Comics or anything DC related. - insert stupid joke- :D.
She got of the bike, shutting of the ignition. She took of her helmet showing her unfazed face glowing with the moonlight that came from the skylight above her head. She looked up into the light, huffing in frustration at the current chain of events. She had just killed another man. Sure he was trying to lock her away and throw away the key but it was still tuff. She wasn't some psycho killer that just did what she did for the thrill of it. She was still human, ice ablities or not. She knew what had to be done. Like always, she didn't exitate. But she didn't like it either.
If you knew who Catherine Cross was before the exobytes, you wouldn't see much of a change now. She was a mercenary. A hired gun. She couldn't call herself more than that now. Only difference is now the payments were made with a different currency. She figured that since she now had these powers she might as well use them in her job. But using them wasn't enough. She had to get more, so she turned to the person who could give her the most amount of power: Circe.
A lot of her current... associates wondered why she wasn't working for Luthor. The answer was simple. Luthor got you better cash payments, Circe got you more power. She got enough money with her and her abilities increased more and more everytime. And she was enjoying it.
But it was days like these that made her think twice about her line of work. Circe would call this a weakness. Catherine didn't disagree. Humanity was a weakness. But it was one she couldn't give up. She knew killing others would come with the job, but still... Why did he have to get in my way? That idiot. He should have just stepped aside.
She walked up the steps to her impromptu-bedroom, threw the helmet to the nearby table and sat down her keys in the night-table. She took her staff and leaned it against the wall, stripped down to her underwear, got under the covers of her bed and went to sleep.
-MEANWHILE-AT MAX'S PLACE-
He took the key out of the ignition, stepped out of the car and locked it. He clicked a button in his key and the car changed from black with red stripes to gray with blue stripes. His lips curved up a bit. Cameleon circuit. Never ceases to impress. He put aside the happy thought. Now wasn't the time to think about good.
Now's the time to think about that woman, more specificaly, how to beat her. He told Wonder Woman he wasn't going all out. It was true, he wasn't. But still, he had the impression she wasn't giving it her all either. And yet she was still a very good fighter. He had to formulate a plan. He knew that he couldn't fight her with his abilities. Their powers canceled each other out basically. So it was down to skill.
She had some moves with that staff, so he figured that if he found a way to get her away from it, the odds would tip in his favor. Plus there was the way she acted: she moved with a lot of confidence and when she killed him, she didn't even flinch. She probably thought she knocked me out. In truth he was very much awake. He was groggy from the blow to the head, but definitely conscious. Having to be awake when someone pierces your heart is terrible. He figured he'd had worse. Still hurt like hell though.
Ever since he became who he was today, he'd died at least 25 times. And so far they'd all been different. At one point he actually thought he was doomed to suffer through all the possible deaths a person can. He'd been shot, stabbed, blown up, run over, beaten to death, chocked in his sleep, drowned... the list went on. Some sick bastard had actually cut him up in several different pieces after kiling him. Reassembling himself was not easy, to say the least. Of course once the guy who cut him up saw him reassembled and alive, he cried for his mommy and surrendered. That was probably the only advantage to this immortality of his: eventually once he came back to life and met the people who killed him, they'd be so scared of seeing him they'd just give up, some of them claiming he was the devil incarnate. Well they weren't that far from the truth.
Sick of thinking about the many deaths he'd suffered and was still to sufer, he turned on his stereo, listening to whatever song was on,all the while, trying to formulate different plans to take out her latest killer. He gave up after a few hours, coming to terms with the fact that he didn't exactly know more about his attacker. He'd need to check up on her tomorrow at the Watchtower. He still had 5 hours until morning though, no need to rush things. He grabbed a few painkillers to dull the pain from his earlier demise and fell asleep to the smooth sounds of some jazz tune playing in the background.
And that's it. I know, I know. There wasn't any action in this chapter. Or romance for that matter. But don't fret, that'll all come soon enough. Of course until then you can always review this chapter. Just sayin'. It might be a good idea. So... yeah.
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