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Screeeeech!

The sound of a microphone squeaking loudly at three in the morning likely had waken everyone near up out of their peaceful slumber. Groggy, annoyed, terrified; everyone probably felt at least one of the three. Spydr was currently on the roof of a fifty story building, a police megaphone in his hand that he had gotten earlier. On his back was strapped a high powered assault rifle, two handguns on him and a belt holding numerous other supplies, this man was packing heat. Matched with his skin-tight costume that was strikingly resembling a certain famous hero, this man looked like Spiderman had a baby with the Punisher. However, despite all of the weapons he was carrying, none was so powerful, so dangerous, so easily capable of taking multiple lives, as his megaphone.

Tapping his fingers against the mouthpiece, making large popping sounds that would echo through the streets, he was making sure it was on and working properly. He then stepped forward so that he was standing on the very edge of the building, leaning forward so much that it looked as if the slightest of pushes would send him falling to his demise. Placing his left hand on his hip all heroic-like, right hand hand raised the megaphone to his lips, taking a deep breath before his flamboyantly obnoxious voice rang out as loud as he could into the device that amplified it many times over.

"Attention citizens of New York! Sleep peacefully in your beds during the late hour that threatens to cause drowsiness upon the minds of all whom wish to stay up late. To you X-Boxers and you onliners, put down your M-16 rifles with the equipped laser sights and increased ammo capacity. Lay down that level thirty-two staff which you have equipped not to improve your melee combat efficiency, but to increase your intellect and fire spell damage by up to seventy points. Place your heads down upon the pillows that yearn for your company and give them the attention they beg for during all hours of the day!

For I shall keep you safe! No harm shall come to you while I am roaming the streets. I can be your hero, baby. I can kiss away the pain. I will stand by you forever. So please don't take my superhero license away! Because I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor and all the above! Should you need something, anything at all, you can know that your local hero has got your back. So continue resting in blissful silence, enjoy your dreams of a perfect world, for you are safe. Just remember, that no matter how bad things get, no matter how dark a situation is looking, that I promise you all, with every fiber of my being, that... Everybody gets one."

Screeeeech!

The sound was heard again as he finished his speech, lowering the "weapon" to his side again as he held that hand on his hip also, staring proudly out over the city that he imagined was resting peacefully, each one of them dreaming about living in paradise because they were safe, all because of him. Yes, everyone needed this message, and three in the morning was no different then three in the afternoon. Granted, that probably had something to do with the fact that Spydr did not sleep, ever, but still. They were all happy to have him around, but were too busy sleeping to thank him while crying tears of joy. Yes, that was the only reasonable explanation. Ah, Spydr, what a devilishly intelligent, and handsome, hero of heroes you are!

[razor]

You can‘t run from what you are
You can‘t hide all the pain
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Razor was chasing a group of vampires that had escaped their extermination with their nest across the rooftops of the supposedly sleeping city. Her sword gleaming in the moonlight as she hopped after her prey. It was just a few days ago when her and Blade had taken care of a group of suckheads that were closer to the two of them then any other demons they had come across. Her bitten hand still throbbed from time to time, but so far there was no lasting effects that have surfaced from her injury. Thankfully these things that the father and daughter pair were hunting were just the normal, run-of-the-mill vampires that they have always taken out. So when she cornered them, she raced across the rooftop jumping over the last alleyway to land on the roof that she had cornered the group on. She posed her sword for an attack and glared at the bloodsukers from behind her shades. ”Time to go permanently into the ground…” Her remark was cut off of by some idiot with a bullhorn waking sleeping citizens up.

She snarled, showing off her sharp fangs as she quickly took care of the five vampires as they tried to used the bullhorn as a distraction. She was never distracted as Blade had taught her better than that. Once the five corpses were literally dust and ash in the wind, she put up her sword and began to make her way back to were she had left her father. She ignored the angry shouts of the awoken sleepers as they shouted at the idiot to shut up as people are trying to sleep. She had no wish to stick around and find out what would happen if they start throwing things at the idiot if he continued to make noise. At least what her and Blade does at night doesn’t make too much noise, well not enough to way a few blocks of sleeping people out of a dead slumber.

Sky sailed through the air when she made jump after jump, getting closer to the place where she split from Blade. As she got closer to the idiot with the megaphone, she turned to get a quick glimpse of him and then pointed below her to tell him that a lady on the top floor of the building she had just jumped off of just sent a heavy old type of iron sailing at his head shouting at him to shut up. She couldn’t help the smirk and the chuckle as she waited for the household item to clobber him upside the head. Of course the smirk only accomplished to reveal her fangs, and she landed with grace on another nearby roof. She quickly got to her feet, and rushed toward the opposite edge to continue her journey back to her destination.

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Thinking
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When you look through empty eyes
Night falls and the darkness remains

TIME :: Early morning
TAG :: Spydr/Blade (if ya want)/Open
WORDS :: 474
NOTES :: She is hoping for some comedy attack to happen with the iron…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Dark Side of the Glass from the Forever Knight Soundtrack (Vocals by Lori Yates)
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[laura]

Laura stared at the empty, barren room with cold and distant orbs. The motel room screamed cheap and dangerous with its pealing wallpaper and pet cockroaches. The sheets were dirty, the television never worked, and banging on the other side of the wall never ceased. The Weapon’s green eyes turned to the clock beside her bed every few minutes as she waited patiently for the red numbers to flash six. The woman had been up most of the night contributing to the issues of overstressed husbands and their fragile needs. From the blank wall, her gazed returned to the old fashion alarm clock as a figure next to her tossed in his sleep. X-23 didn’t know the man’s name, nor did she care, she did what needed to be done. The previous night, Daddy Zebra introduced him to her and told Laura that he was a very special client. The girl didn’t question his authority; she never did, as the passionate night slowly seeped into the early morning.

X-23 moved gracefully and silently as her legs swung over to the side of the bed. The mattress never made a sound as she collected her discarded clothes around her empty room. The thin curtains were not thick enough to stop curious eyes from roaming into her bedroom and the carpets were soaked in her victim’s blood. It wasn’t uncommon for hungry men to specifically ask for Laura’s wild presence if they were looking for lustful and painful nights. The crimson stains stood out against the aging cream colored flooring as her bare feet walked closer to the door after she fully clothed herself. Unruly raven colored locks were tangled around her sloppy covered body. Most of her wounds were already healed, although she couldn’t say the same for the man sleeping in her bed as he moaned in his sleep. X-23’s eyes lingered at his swollen and bruised back and opened the door with her fingers intertwined around her black combat boots.

Laura was greeted with a pleasant cool breeze after she closed the door behind her. While the stars twinkled, giving no signs of surrendering to the sun, X-23 walked down the dangerous neighborhood to survey her surroundings. As usual, young women were at the street corners talking to rich men looking for a one night commitment. She knew most of the girls worked for Daddy Zebra, but Laura never made an effort to befriend them. Unlike most prostitutes who needed the money and were in just a bad situation, X-23 chose to stay there. Target X was an empty vessel, void of pleasure or happiness. The first few times, men have found themselves severely maimed or faced down in the gutter because they managed to piss off the perfect machine. Since then, she learned to lock herself away from losing control and has become a master in feeling nothing.

The young girl’s right hand instinctively dug their nails into her opposite shoulder. No, she wasn’t wounded. In fact, Talon felt very little pain. Every time fresh crimson liquid fell to the concrete, it would instantly close as if she didn't abused herself every hour. With her boots in her left hand, Laura continued to walk down the street as her feet passed over broken shards of glass. Her face never flinched as her eyes were dead set on the alleys up ahead. Druggies and womanizers remarked at her bloody and inappropriate uniform, some were obviously turned on as the musky smell invaded her senses. When a large brute growled at her lack of response, he reached out with a muscular arm in pathetic hopes to lure her into another explicit situation. Laura, ever so slightly, turned her neck so her inhumane and sadistic eyes would lock onto his. His eyes were instantly filled with a fear so intense; his lackeys obviously knew something was wrong. One of them tried to flee, but it was too late as her perfectly sharp claws sliced through her flesh to make a swift and clean kill. When the body slumped to the dirty ground and the head rolled a few feet away, the gang stumbled over their feet trying to get away from this God-forsaken creature.

Laura blankly stared at the mass amount of blood and then continued her walk. When she heard a distant sound of a high-pitched voice speaking about sleep and keeping the people safe, X-23 turned her attention on the tower over the horizon. The tall building might have been a few miles away; but her superior senses could hear most of what the wannabe superhero was saying. The pale girl headed in that direction with no further incidents of unbelievably drunken and needy men looking for a good time. As soon as the partially clothed clone reached the end of the street, most of the curious people of New York ignored her blood-stained attire as X-23’s nose suddenly picked up a strange and unusual scent. It smelled faintly of the dead, but was mixed with the phenomenal presence of the living. With stealth to put a mutant with invisibility to shame, X-23 climbed the outside of the building using the mixture of her claws, windowsills and the ever so convenient pipelines.

As the clone reached the top, an untamed urge to snap washed over her. What she expected to be a girl actually turned out to be a male in a suit two-sizes smaller than a man half his age. But his gender wasn’t the problem; it was the guns and weaponry that rest on his belt and on his back. For some strange mystery, maybe because of her lack of rest, X-23 felt her body go rigid with unanticipated anger to dislodge the man’s head from his spine. Her necessity for violence some reason sky-rocketed the last few years and she wondered if it was because her number of victims had dramatically decreased since Weapon X. It didn’t matter if it was the Facility’s fault or Laura’s lack of unexplainable habits, the Weapon knew the man was unquestionable on the fine lines between insanity and psychotic.

"You are not a female." Laura blankly pointed out as if the man had no idea of his natural body parts. X-23 calmly took deep and intentional breaths to lower the racing of her heart. Her body was responding to the visible evidence of fighting skills there were on the man’s back. It was exactly how the Facility would handle a situation such as this, by giving her orders to attack and kill someone who fit a specific description. Either way, Laura’s non-existing will was trying to cage what came natural to her and it was a battle she was slowly losing.

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Spydr remained at his position perched on the very edge of the building, standing proudly like a king among his people or a champion before the cheering spectators. Whether he was in denial of the many people screaming angrily at him and issuing death threats, or if he was just deaf, was anyone's guess. An old woman apparently threw an iron at his head, and as he did not move, unable to see the attack ahead of time, it looked like this problem was about to be taken care of prematurely. However, when the heavy object hit his head, it stopped and fell down the fifty stories to the ground below, as if it had done nothing more than throwing it at a wall. Spydr did not flinch, did not tip off of the roof, and honestly, he did not even notice that anything had hit him.

He also did not notice the chaos of the girl leaping around behind him, slaying undead creatures of the night like a tamandua at an anthill. However, soon he heard a voice right behind him, and he turned around quickly to see who it was, having thought that he was alone. Still, he stood on the very edge of the building, threatening to let him fall to his demise. Looking at her, his expressions were hidden beneath his mask, but he looked down at himself before back at her, tilting his head sideways in confusion at her statement.

"Eh...?"

Spydr had no idea what she was talking about, questioning his gender. He had been insulted and questioned about everything on a constant basis, but never had anyone called him a girl before. Once again he inspected himself, desperately trying to figure out why she had said such a thing or what he had done to provoke it. I mean, when he did prance around in women's clothing, it was usually in the privacy of his own living space. Was she stalking him?! Oh, that would be super. His mouth opened as he was about to directly ask her, but then the light bulb turned on in his head and he figured it out. Sticking one leg out for in front of him like he was stretching his thigh muscles, he spoke proudly.

"I assume you have noticed my slender dancers body. Alas, I am not a female, but I still possess the natural flexibility and physique of a twelve year old Taiwanese girl whom has been forced into Olypmic training her entire life. Yes, I have a flawless hourglass figure and the supple skin complexion of a baby's bottom, but I a not a lady, I am just blessed with strikingly impressive features. I am a beautiful man, you could say. So, I feel it is only appropriate for me to say..."

Spydr paused his random, unexpected, and completely idiotic speech to lift the megaphone in his right hand to his lips. Granted, this girl was already standing very close to him so the additional use of the noise maker was entirely uncalled for, but he enjoyed it, and he thought any compliments that went in would come out ten times more gratifying.

"THANK YOU!"

[razor]

You can‘t run from what you are
You can‘t hide all the pain
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Sky landed on the roof, just in time to turn around and see the iron clobber the idiot upside the head and then fall down as if nothing hit him. ’What the fuck?’ She thought to herself, and turned to look at the guy after she skidded to a stop. Not even she could have had that reaction to getting hit by an iron, she would have staggered backward at least as well as have blood gushing out of a head wound. It was of course oblivious that this guy wasn’t human. She tightened her grip on her sword and slowly began to stalk toward the edge of the roof, thinking that he was another bloodsucker and one that her or her father hasn’t come across before.

”You are not female.”

The female voice was not lost on her, and she couldn’t help but see the blood on her outfit. Her smile formed on her face, showing off her fangs, and she knew this situation had just gotten interesting. She couldn’t detect any supernatural forces, but that didn’t mean anything. What was going on though was that the blood the girl was covered in, reminded her that she hadn’t taken care of her bloodlust and she was scheduled to do so soon. But if she had to see the blood on the girl, then she was not going to last very long in controlling it. She licked her lips, feeling the urge to sink her fang into a tender, fleshy, unsuspecting neck. She was pulled out of her spiral of bloodlust but the moron’s speech of his figure, and she rolled her eyes behind her dark shades.

”THANK YOU!’

Sky clamped her hands over her ears to save her sensitive hearing, and that was the last straw. She backed up, ran toward the edge, and jumped over the street to land on the roof behind both of them. She withdrew her sword, and looked around her as a few more vampires had landed on the roof. ”Oh come on! You lot know you are no match for me!” She sneered at the pair and then when they launched at her hoping to bog her down from the sides, she only smiled showing off her fangs again. She did a move that was more like a dance than anything and simatiously cut off their heads, sending their permant corpses into ash scattering in the early morning gentle breeze. She then turned toward the guy and girl, and slowly approached them doing her best to ignore the blood on the girl. She faced the guy, her sword at her side pointed at the roof but ready to defend herself if she was attacked. ”Stop being so annoying or I will make you.” She warned him and then used her sword to point at the bullhorn in his hand.

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When you look through empty eyes
Night falls and the darkness remains

TIME :: Early morning
TAG :: Spydr/Blade (if ya want)/Open
WORDS :: 476
NOTES :: You got her attention now, and be careful as her bloodlust is slowly increasing as long as she is around Laura…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Dark Side of the Glass from the Forever Knight Soundtrack (Vocals by Lori Yates)
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

[laura]

Laura stood the short distance away from the clown in a mask with her mouth slightly ajar. She blinked at his surprising heroic antics that he must found glamorous and exciting. X-23, for one, could not see the physique bodybuilder he made himself out to be. His shocking, feminine high pitch voice was the reason she thought him to be a woman. But clearly smelling the testosterone in the air cleared any doubts, which might have been a tad low than Laura has sensed from more masculine males. Although, his anatomy never came into question as the megaphone was turned on once again to explode all the ear canals in a sixty mile radius. Intentionally, Laura hesitated to flinch even the slightest at the over-appreciation from the insisting and dramatic male. Her boots fell to the ground, however, when her hands instinctively rushed to her ears to protect them from his boisterous lungs.

X-23’s white canines bit the inside of her cheeks as her mouth was filled with the Weapon X’s blood. They instantly healed, but the ringing in her ears forced Laura to continue to refresh the wounds. It was irritating enough to hear the man’s squealing voice without an object to enhance it ten times. But now, Laura’s mind echoed with the super hero’s big thank-you and glared her convicting eyes at his masked face. She wondered if the man was tone deaf when it brought to her knees, but the rest did not last long as loathing and destruction built up inside her. No, it wasn’t at the petite and whimsical wannabe. Her rage was focused on the megaphone in his hand, linking that little monster to one of her greatest weaknesses.

The stench that reminded Laura of rotting flesh reappeared as soon as a young blonde female jumped from one roof to another to vanquish a few beings that just happened to be there. But not even a hint of recognition flashed across her face as her sage eyes turned a feisty emerald as they seem to lose her earlier curiosity. Her body jumped up into the early and dark morning sky, her arms folded across her chest in the mark of an X as the metal claws broke the fragile skin. X-23 leaped at flashy excuse for a man with a snarl curled at her lips. It was a scene straight out of a horror film of a girl’s lithe body dressed in a bloodied nightgown, screaming for righteous murder. The Facility’s rigid training unconsciously took control over her body as she aimed the adamantium infested claws straight down to brutally end the megaphone’s miserable existence. Unaware the closer she got to the vampire, the sooner she would trigger the hidden bloodlust in the female she chose to ignore.

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Spydr seemed unaffected by the noise that he was creating far too much, mostly because it was pointed away from him so that he was only getting the residual echo. Of course, he was also quite use to how loud and obnoxious he always was, though that did make him immune, unfortunately. He looked past the girl in front of him as he saw another yelling at some people before hacking them into dust with a sword, watching with envy at the awesomeness of it.

"That was cool! Although, that is still killing innocent humans and I must issue a citizens arrest."

Spydr informed the girl, obviously not realizing that they were anything other than humans from what he could tell. For all he knew, they only exploded into ash because of her powers, but they had looked human from as far as he noticed, and observation skills were not his strong point. His unofficial law enforcement self had been nearly arrested enough times to know the speech, so he lifted the bullhorn to his lips and began blaring out her rights.

"You have the right to remain silent! Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law! You have the right to an attorney! ..."

The disturbingly annoying sound again screamed out from the device in his hand, but he soon realized that the girl directly in front of him had leaped into the air before he started talking, having been far too intent on making this arrest successful and heroic-like to notice. Looking up, he saw her coming down with a frightening look upon her face, metal claws sticking out of her hands. Blinking, he did not make any attempts to move, and instead brought his right hand back to hide the bullhorn behind himself.

Sadly, it appeared that he would rather be decapitated than risk his fancy noise maker being ruined. As the feral girl came down on him, the two girls would make a strange discovery about Spydr, if they had not realized enough when he was unaffected by the iron. The girls claws would come into contact with his body, and the very moment they did, she would stop in midair, ceasing to move entirely for a fraction of a second. The physical contact had absorbed all of the kinetic energy from the impact of her falling and striking him, and though her blades normally would have sliced him in half, the lack of motion ensured that there was no cutting power behind the attack.

Spydr would outstretch his left arm to gently push the girl a few feet away from him, scoffing beneath his mask. He was either incredibly arrogant and did not express it in the same fashion as most, or he was just stupid and lucky, but it was most certainly the latter. After he pushed the first girl away, he looked at the one holding a sword toward him, glaring at her behind the fabric that hid his face. Looking back and forth between the two, he held the bullhorn tightly to his chest like an infant child he was trying to protect, nearly crying. After a few seconds, he lifted it to his mouth and this time he yelled into it, emotionally torn and crying.

"LEAVE MIKEY ALONE!"

Spydr screamed before he started sobbing pathetically, hugging it tightly to his chest again. It was clear that even if they sliced off each of his limbs, he would hop after them and gnaw their ankles off in an effort to keep his new appropriately named friend safe from harm.