Thread: Empire - City of Wonder (Black_Out and The Supple Nail)

The eerie howls that wove through the maze of mirror lined halls, the ghostly screeches, the ambient sounds of horror and frightful nuanced noises had long ago fallen into a steady rhythm that the Creep had become all to well versed with by the time Wonder Woman arrived at the gaping entrance to the Fun House. The gentle echo of her candy red white stripped boots upon the floor announced her presence as his attentive ears collected the disruptive sound they caused that didn't quite fit in with the looping sound track that played through out the winding corridors. By the time her mystical sword had slid out of her faltering grasp to clank and rattle loudly against the floor he had already pulled the lever that sent the next line of skull shaped carts on their journey through the madly twisting tunnels. They screamed down the tracks, hurtling through the kaleidoscope of pulsing lights and shadow filled tunnels. Their presence all but unannounced until the very last moment when they came careening sharply around the corner. Bleached white skulls with black inky sockets and dark lines that defined the teeth and nostrils spun about on their axis in a crazed manner as they surged past Wonder Woman. They nearly ran her over, but the instincts of the warrior that beat within the depths of her ample chest saved her at the last second. Though it was to late to rescue her fallen weapon as the sword was kicked and shoved down the tracks, lost for the moment as it fell into the unknown darkened depths beneath the rails upon which the spinning cars rode. As the last car streaked past, a lanky ungainly figure rose up from the dark abyss within the center of the whirling skull. The form of the Creep lurched up out of the shadows and set his sights on Wonder Woman. His long dangling arm of horror swept outwards to caress the smooth tanned skin of Diana's bicep as she huddled against the wall. Sharp claws flicked across her skin and left a thin row of streaking lines of red as the Creep passed so swiftly, that by the time the pain registered itself within Wonder Woman's mind, by the time she realized she had been attacked, he was gone. The train of cars speeding down an incline as the brief flicker of the Creeps wide eyed stare and his thin curled lips sucked the minute traces of her blood from the tips of his fingers as he peeked from over the back of the car towards her before he vanished from sight. The wound was far from brutal, barely nothing more then being sliced by a sharp piece of paper. Still though, the Creep's real weapon wasn't one of violent brute force, it was the poisoning of the mind that was his favored weapon of choice. The strobe of quick flashing lights blasted around Diana as the sound of the cars retreat grew further and further away. Hidden amidst the quick pulses of darkness that lingered in the absence of light, images struck at her already faltering mind and further threatened to erode her will. She could see herself, for but a tick of a moment displayed on the Detectives phone back there on that street where she had dispatched those ruffians. She had taken the place though of that park attendant, clustered and bound up in chains as she swayed from the ceiling while the Creep taunted the civilians. She was moaning, in horror, or was it pleasure as she writhed in her bondage of chains. The pulse of the strobe dashed the image away, and replaced it with another. The image of a parade filled her mind, a celebration, but one that would send a shiver down her spine as it wasn't the vision of the aforementioned parade meant to honor her and the city's police force. She was still central to it though, as she rolled down the main street upon a float full of vile villains and thugs. Her arms shackled to a frame that displayed how helpless she was. Her long legs turned out wide as well and tethered to the bottom of the posts. Another flash of light, and that haunting vision sunk away. More flashes of light, and the fearsome moments of pitch darkness that fell between their rapid yet brief illuminations assaulted Diana. Each passing moment in the Abyss threatening to tug her under into a state of fear and doubt. Those brief glimpses of her humiliating defeat, of the innocents that she failed in their foretelling's seemed to last longer in her mind with every thud of her beating heart. Until abruptly, darkness rose, and gloom surrounded her in a swampy mire of shadow as the flashing of the strobes ceased and she found herself lost in the darkness of the Fun House. Somewhere distant, from her left, or was it behind her, the Creep's chilling voice could be heard whispering through the network of tightly spun corridors. What is it, you fear, Wonder Woman, I want to taste, more, and more, savor every last drop that you give me. His cackling laughter followed from seemingly every direction possible as the Creep stalked his way back towards his prey. Until your nightmares rise up and swallow you. His voice shivered the very air around her as the next line of empty, spinning, bulky white skull shaped cars turned the corner and blew past Wonder Woman. Last edited Oct 30, 2018