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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Feb 23, 2013 14:42:19 GMT -5
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Because I am more than this idol endless recital For all my demons to applaud
Crime continued to take back the city. Every time one cell was taken down, three more would take its place, such as a hydra. Funny, Question couldn't exactly recall how to kill a hydra at this moment, and the irony of it all was not lost to him. Not one little bit. It mattered not really at this point in time, these men could be, would be fighting their last fight tonight. Criminals of the lower level crime syndicates, Thugs and Low lifes that well had their time to repent. This was a vicious cycle, The Bat-Family were taught to just break bones, break spirits and ship them off to blackgate or Arkham. what did that do? Leave a few months of clean streets while other filth took the chance to fill the spaces.
The Question inhaled sharply, forcing his left elbow backwards, a sickening crack resounded from where a nose broke of the Thug behind him. A wild blind punch drove for the space where Question's face should have been. He deflected it swiftly before returning the force to the Man's sternum creating space between them. Enough of a space that Vic could easily lay a powerful kick into the Thug, Sending the already dazed man flailing into the side of a dumpster before his friends could make another move against the faceless vigilante.
What other choice was there, he could not just Zip tie the repeat offenders to a pole and let the police deal with them. No, he could not stand the thought of letting hardened criminals back on the street and for them to continue killing and enabling the addicted. Some times this was the only way. His mind was always a buzz while he moved. His body seemed to move independent of his mind, Before he knew it the group was on the ground, three of them were dead, the other few writhing in pain of their various bruises and breaks.
He took a moment to adjust the Fedora atop his head before swiftly placing his shoe over the throat of one of the men. "Now, If you want to go back to Prison rather then end up like your buddy over there taking a dirt nap I suggest you tell me where the shipment was going?" The man grasped Question's ankle in an almost vice like grip. It was one full of desperation to get out from under the faceless thing in a suit keeping him pinned to the ground and holding the thread between life and death.
The Trapped Thug stammered to speak through a closing wind pipe, "I can't, They'll kill me". Contrary to popular belief, Question did not enjoy his job, he did not enjoy what was required of him to do to save a city this far gone. Question leaned forward so the trapped man could get a better look at him. "You should be more afraid of What I'll do to you. A guy that lost his face, Not exactly the guy you want to hold out on." He warned before pressing his foot down further, the hard sole of the shoe no doubt causing added pain. "Now, about those Drugs. "
"Alright! - C -Car parked on the side of street a few blocks north, Taking them out to the dealers. Thats all I know, Please!" He stammered before Question swiftly removed his foot and kicked the Thug hard enough in the side of the head to render the man unconscious. Though something was off about the whole situation really, the hair on the back of his neck continued to stand on end, as if he was being watched or rather not that he was being watched but not alone.
The Balance has shifted, warped sick and twisted Grabbing at angels when I fall [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by matildamathis on Mar 6, 2013 13:37:04 GMT -5
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I want to heal you pretty sweet I'll throw rose petals at your feet I'll spend eternity Comparing all my poetry to yours I want to show you all the beauty You don't even know you hold I'm hurting you for your own good
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When the Bat is away, the dolls will play.
Matilda giggled in the darkness, watching the exchange across the street from in the shadows. It looked like she wasn't alone tonight. At first she'd thought it was Batman that she was witnessing. But then she quickly realized the vigilante (if that's what he was) was not the Bat- just another Gotham loony. A strange man without a face. He looked broken... not as broken as the people laying at his feet but... still. There was something off about him. Perhaps it was the blankness of his countenance.
Matilda could fix that. Cut him open and stitch him up. It would be like working with a blank slate- an empty canvas that was open to all the possibilities of Matilda's imagination. She could be an artist! Make him into a Picasso of body parts.
She wondered how Dollmaker would feel about her new toy and deduced that the faceless man would be welcomed into their family... after his operation, of course. He had to look like them. How else would people know they were family? Matilda wasn't stupid.
Just crazy. No, no. Not crazy. Enthusiastic. Passionate. Caring! Not crazy. She thought with a smile behind her porcelain mask. And soon she would have a new brother to care for!
"Heeeeyyyy there, Handsome." She called out to Question, finally stepping from the shadows. The streetlight above her gave her an eerie, glowing outline as she stood in the street, hands behind her back. "What's your name?" She giggled.
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I want your beautiful suffering. I want to see your pain.
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Post by Vic "The Question" Sage on Mar 6, 2013 19:04:18 GMT -5
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Because I am more than this idol endless recital For all my demons to applaud Well that was different, he actually heard a giggle. Nothing of it was a play of his mind against an abused brain but just that. A giggle. Who ever was watching had been clearly amused by his rather one sided fight. He merely turned to face where the voice was coming from. He watched the woman for a moment, her face covered in a mask. A cracked one at that. Question continued to watch her even as she called to him and wondering his name.
At this point he saw nothing wrong other then the sinking feeling that this was not the owner of the men but something else entirely. Nothing that he could not handle though. Per haps if he was lucky she would not bother with him if he did not answer, well it looked as though he did not have a mouth at all.
Vic gave no indication that he was going to do anything to her really. Just turned to find the car he was looking for. The drop off point and end this chain of crimes. Though He stopped almost instantaneously. The night in the city when he was helping the agents of shield track down the Joker. This was the woman that interrupted. What was she doing out now? He only turned slowly back towards her in the eerie lights the street provided, the shadow cast from the Rim of his fedora hiding most of what should have been his face.
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