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Thread: Good vs./with Evil?[ [dream]&SHARPii ]

Vital Sting waited as her computer downloaded scan information from the police network. Her own place was a measly apartment, vigilantes didn't make much money. At least, not the ones who didn't save the universe on a daily basis. The grunt heroes like Vital Sting who did street-cleaning and dealt with the fledgling villains got paid on a commission for work done. Another reason she was close to broke most of the time, she had to rely on technology, which wasn't cheap like mental blasts or fireballs. It was a hard way to live, but she got by. When the information came up on her screen, it was a database of people with only one thing in common, they were all females with either the name Constance or Shep in their name. Constance was an uncommon name, so there were few of those. Shep turned up a lot of people with the last name Sheperd. Of course. It was the lead she was going after. It was just the kind of under the nose clue that someone like her would leave. And now the vigilante could find out just who it was. There had been a girl only a year ahead in high school than she was that had displayed such a power. If she'd had that power, Vital Sting would have been able to be so much more effective. It was definitely a girl she envied. The two that came up on the cross reference were Dominic Sheperd and Carlyle Shepherd. Dominic wasn't a guy. Identity of suspect one confirmed. But it didn't tell where the girl was living. But a girl with that much green probably had a lot of stuff. Stuff that let off energy signatures. She had a scan going for high-energy outputs in the city. There were a few homes with unusually high energy outputs at unusual times of the day. When she cross-referenced those homes with places Carlyle had been known to live, there was only one. Because the girl had lived in only one place. ---------------------------x------------------------ 239 AM - Carlyle's suburban home A yellow glow from Vital Sting's goggles could be seen from several houses away. The goggles were something developed for her by a technopath friend of hers. They gave her night-vision, thermal, UV sight, and zoom up to 32 times normal sight. As thought, there were cameras set up in spots of the home. If she dared sneak up, Shep would know right then and there. Nothing short of invisibility could get her past them unnoticed. The heroine placed an arrow on her bow, tipped by a blunt cylinder for delivering her various shots. And with perfect aim, launched the arrow into the front door. The tip exploded with a silvery white and blue burst, and EMP burst around the house, knocking the camera system offline. Shep would know someone was there, but she wouldn't know where her pursuer was. And that was all the advantage she needed. The faint yellow glow slowly disappeared, and the wasp was already infiltrating the household.
Thread: Good vs./with Evil?[ [dream]&SHARPii ]

Loud angry girl music could be played underground where she was working. Typing up reports and planning out her newest and latest plan. It involved a way to finally capture the damn wasp and have her right where she wanted. And if the brainiac decoded her clue right, she'd fall right into the lion's den. Or in this case, the swatter where Constance could finally take her down. She had done her research, done her work and knew every super hero that was still alive and all their little gimics. She had Vital down better than anyone. Being a computer nerd, she knew all the tricks on how to get whatever she wanted done. Being an invisible nerd paid off. Once she got everything written up and saved, she sat back and watched as things were shutting down. She was here. Grinning, Constance got up and she took all the stash of money and jewels and put it next to her chair and placed her doll decoy in her seat. Going invisible she walked up to her house, taking the lift and arriving in the garage and walked into the house. She didn't hide her passageway to the lair. She'd be down there later but for now, Vital could go down there if she pleased and get nice and 'comfortable.' instead she went into her room and sat on her dressed, a leg crossed over the other and she was looking at her nails like she was getting ready to file them or do something to them, all the while she was invisible. Any moment her prey would hopefully be coming to the lair. Constance was already aware that Vital had gotten into her house, having been more than ready for her for when she came crashing down the doors. She was eager to meet her, eager to kick her off this assignment, to do anything to get her off her back and let her live in the evil she has become. Perhaps if people had been nicer and a lot less rude in high school, she wouldn't have carried such a vendetta at all or for this long. But it went on for too long and it's time to pay it forward, Shep style. The other jocks and bimbos already got their deal. She hit their most valued assets. Jobs. Either ran down who they worked for or got them fired. Pulled every trick in the book of classic schemes and she succeeded. She always did and she always got away with it. she was known for it and the best thing was, she would never be caught, ever. of course there were times in the beginning when she did, but that is natural. Now, she excelled to the highest that all the villains and bad guys in jails, looked up to her. There were times even when she thought to crash every jail she could get to and let the criminals who she thought were just misunderstood, out, but she wasn't about to go liberating those who were stupid enough to get caught. Even though she wanted to be caught, it wasn't the police she wanted. It was certain people, like Vital Sting.
Thread: Good vs./with Evil?[ [dream]&SHARPii ]

Vital Sting had her goggles on UV mode, able to see the waves of light that normal humans couldn't. It'd show distortions where Shep was, if she were in her invisible mode. So all she had to do now was find the girl, and take her down. She crept around the house, mapping the floor plan in her head easily. Other heroes had no need for memorizing clues and such. But she had to use every little advantage she could think of. That was why she was still doing this and not in the coma ward. When she found the entrance to the underground lair, open, she instantly smelled a trap. It was a taunt. Girl was cocky too. For good reason. She'd had her way with plenty of heists. Vital Sting decided to sweep the home first. Her approach was slow and deliberate, using a small mirror to check under doors. She got to the bedroom and checked under the crack in the door. Something was off about the look of the room. So she decided to intrude. The door handle turned slowly, quietly, just before it burst open and Vital Sting aimed her bow at the first distortion that appeared in her vision. Freeze!
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But knowing Vital Sting, she should and would be able to smell a trap instantly. Giving off a soft sigh as the woman barged in, she hopped off the counter, definitely not taking to the order to freeze and she appeared visible, still wearing the outfit she wore to the bank heist. Though the zipper of her jacket was unzipped all the way. Standing before the woman, she put her hans on her hips and she nodded. I knew you were one of the best, Love. I'm impressed. She crossed her arms over her ample chestnothing too out there or unnatural though and smirked at her. Gotta say though, I'm a sucker for a girl in tights. Walking right passed her, showing off that she wasn't going to attack her, she walked out of her room and strutted--not walked--to the garage and stood in the lift waiting for her. Given that the electricity in the entire vicinity of her home including her lair was off, she used the hand operating gadget. The wheel to take them down. She covered every instance when she built her lair. Once she got them to the ground and in her lair, Constance walked out and she took her jacket off, tossing it on the hood of her car now only being in her leather pants and leather bra. She walked to her chair, pushing the dummy of her out of the chair and sat down, crossing a leg over the other. So...you know who I am. I know who you are. What now? You plan to bust me? Hand me over to the cops? Let them deal with me? What makes you think I will go willingly? What makes you think they can even keep me in their custody long enough to put me in the jail? Tell me all your great ideas Miss Sting and I will tell you whether or not it's worth it. You're talking to the best. I'd be an expert on what can and what can't hold me down. She didn't speak with attitude. She spoke with confidence. She wasn't yelling. She wasn't scolding. Speaking softly and calmly like civilized people would. No need for a fight. They were big girls here.
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Carlyle... She spoke up after the villain's big speech. I'm sure you know how it works. I bust you... Bring you in. You stay for a while, bust out, and get captured all over again. A pointless cycle, but it keeps you off the streets... For a short while anyway. And it gets people their stolen merchandise back. She had an arrow strung the whole time. It was a web shot. It'd cover the girl in a tangled mass of sticky strings stronger than steel. To put it simply, the girl was a criminal and needed to be put down. Carlyle, you're being brought in on charges of theft. You have the right to remain silent. The bow raised and let loose with the arrow immediately, not wanting to waste time on sentiments or excessive villain speeches. A villain's speech always ended in something bad happening. And she wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out. ------------------------X----------------------- NYC Public High School - Sometime in the Past Hey Carlyle... The school put a new site blocker on the network. Can you show me how you get past it? The young Vivian Redding was the most awkward of people, fumbling with her hands the entire time as she asked the slightly older girl. She always knew the newest proxies and hacks. She looked up to the girl. Sure, the activities were considered illegal, but it wasn't anything big. At least, not in her eyes at the time. Sure thing, Vi. --------------------------X---------------------- A button on her goggles would summon the police as soon as she got the captured perpetrator in custody. She may have been invisible, but the strings weren't, and she wasn't nearly as strong as Amazon or Meteor Fist.
Thread: Good vs./with Evil?[ [dream]&SHARPii ]

Right right... She nodded as she sat back and just raised her palms up in the air, as if surrendering. Once she shot the arrow at her, it just pushed her chair more back against the table and she was covered in such a sticky strings. She grimaced and failed her arms a bit but then gave up and rested her hand at her hip. She wore a special belt. It looked ordinary but if it belonged to Constance, it was much more than a belt. Her finger lingered around a certain spot on her belt and it'd give her a chance to get away regardless of being in this sticky web or not. If she pressed it, a haze would emit all around her and it could probably rust or freeze--depending on the chemical relation--the web and she'd easily get out and leave. It was her lair and she was the greatest villain of all time. Not really wanting to stick around, she pressed the button and just as she thought, it did something to the web and she broke free. She grabbed a device and knocked Sting's bow out of her hand and grabbed her arm, officially taking a hostage. jumping into the car, she punched the girl's lights out and once she was surfaced in the driveway, she pulled out immediately and drove away fast and quickly away from the police. Money didn't matter. Nothing mattered. All that mattered was she got her hostage in the end and she still did have a safe house far in Boston and that was where she was headed. As the police got out of her sight, she started course to Boston and because she worked on this car, she made it incredibly fast. Going sixty was going eighty and going a hundred was going 120. She pushed it up by twenty miles than the average speed of each speed on the dial. Looking over to Sting, she let out a soft sigh. She'd pay. Constance didn't care if at one time she was ever nice to this girl. Things happened and because she was on her case and nearly got her admitted into jail, she'd get her revenge. In the end she got her hostage, trapped her and took her away with her. Her safe house which was just as high-tech as her house that she just left, would be a good place because no one knew about it. But her lair in that one wasn't underground. It was a lair but in the form of the house but inside was like a replica of her underground lair. She'd miss that lair for she loved it but a girl had to do what she had to do.
Thread: Good vs./with Evil?[ [dream]&SHARPii ]

The haze fired out instantly, interfering with her headset and causing it to blitz out in a weird display of color and nauseating imagery. The momentary confusion was the only reason she couldn't easily defend herself when she felt something smash into her temple and knock her out cold. Cyber-Girl would have some answering to do for the lack of protection on the goggles. She was supposed to be infallible. Then again, the fault was really her own, for not being aware enough to deal with the sudden hampering. Now she was out cold. She didn't know where she was going to go, or if she was going to die. She might be put on display, like a trophy. Unmasked. It'd be a horrible moment for her. Her ability to be a masked vigilante would be severely compromised. If she were conscious, she'd be more than embarrassed. That's the thing I hate about being knocked out... so little to write about...
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lol sorry. i'll wake her up now xD Throughout the ride, she got bored of driving in complete silence. No one to talk to, and there was silence. Silence always did creep her out and well that was the point of her music. It fit best with her. Years of anger and well angry girl music helped to cope with that. Sadly though, she didn't fix the radio yet and did plan to fix it eventually but she was so busy with doing crime and not the time she never got the chance. Opening the glove compartment as she drove, she took out a bottled water and grinned. Pulling it to her and shutting the glove compartment, she twisted the cap and opened it but she wasn't exactly about to go and drink it. Instead she pulled off any electronic gear on Sting and then poured the water over her head. She'd be up in minutes. Emptying the bottled water over her head, she tossed the empty bottle to the back of her car and pressed down onto the gas pedal, really speeding up, which caused an unfriendly or would cause an unfriendly jerk to those who weren't necessarily prepared for it or saw it coming. Wakey-wakey little wasp. Rise and shine and look out to the new day and welcome to your worst nightmare. An amused grin was on her face as she said the most cheesiest line--which worked for the current situation--to greet her out-of-it hostage. Oh she'd get plenty of money in exchange for Vital since she was sure the woman was a vital asset to the police force. After all, she did crack the code that was left unsolved for eight other crimes. Then again...since she got easily captured, that may affect her status and job on the police force. Poor thing. Oh well. At least she was closer to ruining her life for having ever taken up her case.
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Vital Sting rubbed her had gently, still very wrecked from the hit to the temple. A harder hit could have given her a concussion. She was okay, but she wasn't going to be in any condition for much anytime in the next hour. She was all wet and aching. It felt weird to be so vulnerable. nnngh... She replied, not even receiving the threat. In her vulnerable state, she'd sort of flipped personalities from hardened crime fighter to the weak girl from high school. Car... Is that you? She muttered, apparently that out of it. And now I'm in writer's block mode? NOOOOO!
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dont worry about it. Constance watched as her hostage was coming to and she grinned some and shook her head. I have no idea who this Carlyle is that you speak of. She must be a geeky teen who was a nothing in school. Bullied.Taken advantage of. Anything to ruin her life. She's dead. Never speak of that stupid name! She nearly yelled. Carlyle was her past and Constance was her present and future and honestly, it was amazing! She could get guys now and she had so much fun with them. It was amazing and she literally got a high off of it. Such a rush. So exhilarating! By now she was already driving into Massachusetts. A couple of hours before they'd be in Boston and then to her safe houselair. How do you feel Sting? Huh? Does it hurt? To feel so weak and no one will help you and you can't do anything for yourself? She snapped, her voice full of venom and hate. Now you know what everyday of Carlyle's life was. Painful, frustrating, but no one dared to listen to a freak. She was lowering her guard on accident and upon realizing that little factor, the wall came right up and stayed strongly. Why did you jump on this case? Huh?' Constance didn't care at all if this woman was in pain or anything. No one else cared when her life went seriously downhill. Even her own mother abandoned her when she learned of her literal invisibility. When I found out you of all people who was the only nicest to me got onto my case, you have no idea how much of a betrayal that was. How could you!? She slammed on the breaks, causing her car to turn slightly horizontal and she looked at the girl, beyond furiously.
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Vital Sting, no... Vivian, listened as Carlyle had her fit. The poor thing. She really was so bitter. She listened whole-heartedly as the woman who'd been her mentor in high school went on about the pain of high school. Neither of them had gotten over it. She was a heroine filled with envy and want for the superpowers, trying to show everyone she wasn't some frail little geek. And there was Car, lashing out. She took the route of power, while Vivian herself took the route of submissiveness. Just like in high school. Vivian had to take her time to think this out, resulting in some silence. Car... The car hit the brakes harshly and she flew forward into the seat, bashing into them roughly, only helping her headache. She groaned harshly, stuck between the seats now, not bothering to try and get back up on the back seats properly. She was probably safer down there. Y-you never knew, did you? She frowned, her voice almost a whisper. You never knew how hard it was for me to accept that it was you. You never knew how hard it was to stand up and do my job. To shoot that arrow at you. To treat you like every other criminal. I... I couldn't capture you in the end. I wouldn't have been able to turn you in... And i know why you went to crime... Pretty easy to figure out. I... I wanted you to come to the good side... So we could be friends again. Maybe partners...
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Her piercing purple eyes looked Vivian over as she fumed. Beyond angry and upset and hurt and totally crushed, she had no soul in her. She was completely evil and there was no turning back. She killed. She abused. She ruined everyone that caused her hell in high school and what else was there for her to do? Take over the world and show the consequences if people judged a person by what they have and who they are. In high school, Vivian was her only friend, Cons--Carlyle was her mentor too and they got along great. She always had an attraction to the girl no matter what and then this happened. It was an instant betrayal and she felt hatred for everyone and everything. Nothing could go right. Now that she was a criminal, all people wanted was to see her put to justice and behind bars so she could no longer kill, abuse or torment and steal. She was a true criminal now and if she turned herself in on her own or because of Vivian, she'd do hard time. There was no escaping it truly except to stay on the lam. Never would she be able to return to her lair and as she sat there and even listened to her, her guard kept coming down. Inside was still that geeky little girl wanting out and to be excepted. She made her own true self and conscience invisible so she wouldn't face it because it was a big conscience. And it was coming out and facing her and she wasn't going to be able to handle that well. What kind of a villain is that? It's not possible for me to come to the good side. You of all people should know that. I've killed. I've tormented and abused and stole. If I turn myself in now, I will do time and I am not going to jail. She told her. Ever since I found out it was you, I wanted to kill you, torment you, abuse you and ruin your life. Bring you down for ever deceiving me like that. I still want to, but the bigger part of me won't allow that because of who you are and how much you mean to me. With that said, she put her car back into drive and then stomped on the gas pedal and was off. To Boston and to her safe houselair where they will stay. Whether either of them liked it. There was no way that anyone, not even Vivian, could make her turn to the good side. THere was no way to repay the life debt of murder and torture and theft she had done. She was better off on the lam and in hiding. SImply to disappear again for good. Perhaps fake her death...
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She shook against the seats as the car sped up again in an instant. She was crying. It was silent, but she was crying. It made her so sad to see her friend so hurt by society. And she couldn't speak anymore. Carlyle had really turned that far to the evil side. As she wept quietly, she couldn't help but think of the old times they shared, and the more simple bliss they had in just being with one another. If only they could go back. But that was impossible. Only something that would happen in dreams. But she'd fallen asleep now from exertion, out until Boston. Unless more water got dumped on her. Those dreams she hoped for were nightmares. Of her and Carlyle separating slowly. Like looking back and seeing their lives happen all over again, on constant loop, shadows pulling them apart, growing more grotesque and horrifying each time. The hand pulling Carlyle away was twisted, demonic and blood-drenched. And the hand pulling her away was blue, a rusted badge on the back of the hand. She woke slowly, a dull throb still in her head. The feeling of car floor wasn't there anymore, and she was struggling to figure out the location with the bright lights stinging her eyes.