Jim Gordon sighed heavily as he watched over the scene. Police tape was all but sprawled up in every direction, keeping those who had no business being here out. But barring himself there was a few other officers around, only those who could really stomach the sight.
A row of barley intact corpses arranged in a gruesome display. They lay sprawled haphazardly, their once-human forms tangled amidst the ground with an unnerving stillness.The bodies, grotesquely disfigured, were frozen in a tableau of anguish. Their skin was a pallid hue, marred with grotesque wounds and unnaturally contorted limbs. Blood, congealed and blackened, stained the ground beneath them, testament to the brutality they had endured. Stray locks of once-luscious hair clung stubbornly to their scalps, now matted and coated in grime. Empty eye sockets stared into the abyss, their haunting gaze forever silenced. Flesh peeled away from frames, exposing the delicate intricacies of the human form.
It was a sight to unnerve even the bravest of men, yet Gordon merely gave a disgruntled expression eye's his eye's scanned the area. A Human Traffic ring, mainly consisting of women and children. Those dozen or so disfigured corpses seemed to have been the culprits of this fine mess. Every child and women was luckily accounted for, yet the culprit for these murders was yet to be identified.
This wasn't his first time seeing such horribly mutilated bodies. No, around a month ago they started appearing, some more gruesome than other's. There was no proof that they were connected, the only thing they had in common was that it was clear that no weapon was used. For some it seemed as if though they were merely torn to pieces by something, for other's it seemed as though their bodies had literary imploded.
For the second group no organs or skeletal structure could be identified. Everything was completely blown away.
But still it was odd timing as also about a month ago there was quite the devastating earthquake. Maybe it was just some coincidence, maybe not. But his job was not figuring out these abnormalities. No, he merely wanted to figure out who was responsible for these murders.
The culprit wouldn't catch himself.
The cafè was quite nice.
The interior of the café could be described as warm and inviting, with soft lighting from the amber-colored lamps casting a dim glow on the tables and chairs. The space was decorated in a rustic, yet chic style with exposed brick walls, wooden ceilings, and plush cushioned seating. The walls were adorned with eclectic artwork and vintage posters, adding a touch of personality to the ambiance. The floors were covered in hardwood, with the occasional area rug adding a pop of color and texture. The cafe's counter was made of rustic, wooden material, where a smiling barista welcomed any new customers. Planters and fresh flowers added a touch of nature to the atmosphere, lending a breath of fresh air to the surroundings. Soft music played in the background, enhancing the overall experience of relaxation and comfort.
Within the confines of the cafè a number of people could be found. Different and diverse group's of people. Yet one seemed to stand out as eye's seemed to be almost drawned to him.
The boy sitting in the café near the window could only be described as angelic. His appearance was striking, yet almost delicate. His most striking feature was his long, flowing white hair that fell in soft waves around his face. It was almost as if he had stepped out of a fairy tale.
His skin was a porcelain white and he had a flawless complexion. His face was soft and angular and with a slender nose and chin. His lips were thin, a shade darker than his skin, but still looked plush and inviting. The boy's eyes were a deep, striking red. They were large with slightly, thick eyelashes that framed them beautifully. They almost appeared to be glowing, with a simmering intensity behind them that seemed to draw in other people's eyes. His clothing was equally as exotic as his appearance. He wore a grey long sleeved shirt with 'V' shaped panterns running down it. Along with that he wore pants and simple shoes as white as his hair. And then there was the strange wired chocker looking device resting around his neck, it could be considered a unique accessory.
Sitting in the café, the boy seemed at peace, sipping on a small cup of black coffee. His posture was relaxed, yet poised. There was an air of mystery and uncertainty surrounding him, which only added to his captivating demeanor. People would often glance over at him, taking in his beauty, but quickly looked away, not wanting to stare.
Though depsite this boy's almost ethereal apperance his thoughts were anything but.
("Seriously, are all these pest gonna keep gawking? Might as well be taking picture's.") Yes Accelerator was quite annoyed at being stared at like he was some unknown creature. He for one did not find it amusing.
Alas this was not a matter he wished to sacrifice braincells thinking about. So he merely leaned further back in his chair as he sipped on his cup of coffee. Said actions however were quickly halted as he felt the vibration of his phone from his pocket. With his left and free hand he slugishly took out his phone, a sleek black smartphone.
As he took note of the caller ID he silently sighed as if somehow annoyed. He answered it as he brought the phone to his ear.
[Took you 10 seconds to answer, huh? That's quicker than usual. You must really be growing fond of our talks, eh?]
"What the hell do you want?" Completely ignoring the callers word's he all but spat out his own.
[Come on lighten up some kid. I am the one going out of their way to give you these job's aren't I? A little gratitude might be nice, maybe a little peck on the cheek?]
"Quiet screwing around. I'm five seconds away from ending this call and saving myself the brain aneurysm."
[Aww~ No fun, but okay. I'm calling to warn you about something.]
"That something would be?"
[Well, Batman is back in town. So you might wanna postpone any kind of job's.]
"Don't know why I should care."
[Look kid I know you've got some pretty flashy power's but he isn't someone you should be messing with. Sure he's pretty dreamy but he's unhinged.]
"Fascinating." He said the word with such a lackluster tone that it came off as merely sarcastic. A sigh was heard from the other end of the phone.
[Yeah, yeah. Should've figured you wouldn't care.]
"If there's nothing else then..."
[Well how about another job?] At her word's Accelerator merely cocked up an eyebrow.
"Ah? Weren't you the one who said I should postpone any job's?"
[Well, I make a profit when you do. And well, I do love me some money.]
"What you mean is you slack off from my work." He heard an affirmative 'yep' from the other end as he suppressed an eye roll. "Fine, I'm in."
[Great! I'll send the details anon. See ya Accelerator, mwah!] And so the call abruptly ended.
Finishing his coffee he slapped some dollar bill's on the table as he stood up. Time for some work.
The night air at the docks was thick with smoke and the deafening sound of gunfire as a group of armed fought against one another. The sound of bullets whizzing past pierced the air as the forces battled for control of the dock area.
Gunfire continued echoing though the air as bullets tore through flesh. Yet those who's fleshed were pierced seemed unbothered
There were a dozen or so. They loosely held onto their fire arms as they wildly shot their guns. Their stray bullets sometimes hitting a comrade. Yet they still seemed unimpeded. As if being shot was but a minor flesh wound.
"Fuck..." A voice whimpered out as a head peaked out from behind a crate.
Dominic did not know what was happening. This was all suppose to be a simple job. This dock was privately owned by his boss, him along with other's were tasked with loading off goods from a ship that would dock here. Said goods being various illegal narcotics, preserved organs, fire arm's, explosives and more. Alot of members were expanded for this job and they were heavily outfitted.
After all Batman was back in Gotham City. So no chances were being taken.
But now that he thought about it, he much preferred a few broken bones from the bat as opposed to whatever this was.
It was random. But one of the members had suddenly just lashed out, taking his pistol and shooting the nearest one. This was followed by another, and then another and then a good portion. There has then been two groups.
The first were those seemingly unaffected by the firece wounds of the fire arm's. They held vacant looks in their eye's as if they weren't really all there. They had lost all sense of reason as they seemed content of killing anything that moved.
He heard a scream to his far side as a bullet tore through one of the still sane one's shoulder.
The now smaller group, hunkered behind a stack of crates, exchanged panicked glances as they tried to develop a plan of attack. No matter what they did, their opponents who mere moment's ago were allies had the upper hand. They felt no pain and even after being riddled with bullets, they kept on moving as if they were commanded so by invisible strings.
Dominic clutched his gun tightly as he peered out from behind cover. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he watched the group advance, but then something else caught his eye. Something hurled through the air as it landed in the middle of the small group. A grenade he noted.
The grenade emited a blinding flash of light, the force of the explosion ripping through the air. The sound was deafening, like a thousand thunderstorms rumbling at the same time. The crates splinter, exploding into fragments of wood as screams were drowned out.
His ears rung as pain enveloped his entire body. It felt as though he was burned as well as skewerd.
"Grh..." He gurgled as he tried opening his eye's, but only one would. And his vision was blurry and unclear. But he could barely make out the forms of the the other group collapsing to the floor like puppets who's strings were cut. Despite the pain he willed himself to stay awake as the vision of his single eye finally adjusted and then he saw it.
That girl, no that thing
The translucent girl had thin wings and a wicked, tentacle-like tail displayed almost too prominently on her back and the back of her hips. Her straight hair was a rainbow color never seen in humans and it spread outwards before the ends curled inward, making it look something like a large umbrella. Her clothing initially looked like a shoulderless dress with a long skirt full of slits because it was shaped like upside-down flower petals, but it was actually a collection of trash. English newspapers—their gray color turned yellow or brown with age—were sewn together to create the overall shape, what looked like glittering jewels were actually shards of glass, and silver duct tape was wrapped tightly around her large chest and hips
She did not appear to be bound by gravity. Her feet never touched any surface, she ignored the concepts of up and down, and she twirled upside down. The movement could not be explained by the presence of her wings and tail.
Were it not for the pain he was in, the sight of this unnatural creature might have been more shocking. But he didn't have time to be flabbergasted as he heard a voice from his recently cleared ears.
"Moron. I told you not to kill everyone." A muffled voice spoke. Though it was clear that this person was rather annoyed.
"My bad master, heh~" The demon spoke her tone sickly sweet as she flashed a wide smile as him. "Ohhh. But one's alive master. See?" The demonic looking girl innocently pointed at the downed Dominic.
"Guy's practically dead. Tch, guess it doesn't matter." The other voice spoke again, and finally he caught sight of the person.
Red eye's bored into him like piercing glare. It was a boy, no older than maybe 15 or 16. In the dark his all white figure might as well have been illuminating. He looked at him with eye's that could only be described as uncaring. As if he wore looking at a mere bug.
Those eye's were scary. Those were Dominics last thoughts.
"Reeeealy sorry, master." The demon Qliphah Puzzle 545 apologized with a cutesy tone that of course had no effect on the esper. "But I must ask, is it really okay to be killing like this?" This demon asked, though she herself really didn't care.
"Course not." The other demon spat. "I rather not kill as much as I used to. But not because killing leaves a bad taste in my mouth or anything like that. I'm more annoyed that I'm right back at square one." ("Then again, I identify most of my kills beforehand. Usually I let some go if they've got not violent criminal record. But still that ain't no excuse. Murder is still murder.")
"Ooh, going back to your roots, ey?"
"Shut up." Accelerator dismissed the demon who merely kept on grinning. "Let's get outta here, I still need your report regarding the magic of this world."
The demon merely nodded as her form suddenly burst into an array of garbage that litterd the floor. The white monster didn't seem to mind this as he walked away, his back disappearing into the darkness of the night.
A/N: Never thought you'd see a fanfiction about Accelerator in DC, did ya? As made obvious this is NT Accelerator due to him having Qliphah Puzzle 545. Though she's mainly here to help fill in gaps for Accelerator as she's probably better suited in analysing magic even if it's a different system of magic all together. But still I might get some thing's wrong so bear with me.
I'd wager Accelerator can survive pretty long in the DC universe. Of course there's a number of character's who'd beat him. But I'm still wrapping my head around some thing's about Accelerator, like the Tree of Clonoth, his imaginary vectors and that invisible arrow he used to halt Nephthys regeneration. NT Accelerator would be pretty difficult to write so if anyone can give me dumbed down explanations then that would be great. I do plan on incorporating all of the above, of course they'd be slightly alterd to fit the DC criteria. Of course Accelerators brain is healed as he needs to be in top condition for DC, he also retains his connection to the Misaka Network though that part will be explained later. Also I know it's OOC for NT Accelerator to just kill willy nilly but obviously he needs the money and criminal activities are the best way to gain cash seeing as he doesn't really exist in DC, so no job for him. True he could forge an ID, but eh he already did and he's only involved in the dark side again for plot.
But for now things will be pretty grounded so don't expect Accelerator to run into any difficulties too soon or any large scale threats.
Also any suggestions are welcomed. Of course this is another one shot till I finish my RWBY fic and my exams.