Blood is Thicker Than Water (Enjoytowrite x Sinclaire)

[Sinclaire]

Abigail came in the door and threw her bookbag on the stairs. School had been an absolute bore as usual. She walked to the fridge and took out a coke, popping open the tab and leaning on the large center island that was the focal point of the kitchen.

An older woman's voice called to her from the basement, grabbing her attention. "Abby? Is that you?" Abby rolled her eyes and took a sip of the ice cold soda. Who else could it be?

"Yes Mother!" Abigail called back finally. For some reason everything that woman did annoyed her lately. Before she could come up the stairs to try to start up a conversation Abby shouldered her bag, coke in hand, and climbed the stairs towards her bedroom.

Some incoherent background noise let her know that her mother was still attempting to talk to her so Abby shut her door forcefully to get the point across. Sighing heavily she tossed the bag on her bed and set the coke on her nightstand.

Looking around the bedroom set off an internal itch. Everything was so picture perfect in this goddamned house. The American dream. A father who provided for his family, a stay at home mother who kept the house impeccable, and an honor roll daughter who excelled in track. It made her sick. She longed for chaos.

If anyone had been watching they would have noticed a subtle red glow emitting from her eyes as her thoughts descended into darker and darker territory.

Why did they have to make her conform to their standards? She hated being storybook perfect on the outside. Why couldn't they reflect what a mess they were? It just made Abigail want to scream and shatter the illusion. She knew her mother kept the liquor store in business and all her father did was work. He was probably having an affair. Well good for him. At least someone in this house was getting laid.

At this point some of the objects in the room started to vibrate with a subtle hum. Before she could lose control she stood abruptly and stalked to her closet. Fishing out the red leather outfit from the back, a wicked gleam entered her eyes.

There are a few defining moments in a person's life that shape them. For Abigail it had been shortly after her 16th birthday. It wasn't the moment she hit puberty, that had been years earlier. Instead it had been a moment of rage.

She'd lost her virginity to Chase Sawyer, a cute jock senior who had immediately dumped her the next day and told the entire school she had begged for it like a slut. Shock had soon lent shape to rage as she obsessed over the betrayal at school.

That was when, during last period in English class, with him sitting 3 chairs away, a geyser had burst forth from her. All that anger that she'd always kept bottled up exploded, shattering the wall of windows that lined the side of the classroom. Everyone had screamed and it had made her feel more alive than anything.

Later, the internet had informed her that she possessed the ability to manipulate matter. After hours of practice over the past 2 years, she'd come gather a certain semblance of control over it and she constantly longed for that release. It was the only thing that made her feel free. Destruction and chaos.

Abigail donned the red leather outfit that was edged metal studs then pulled up the hood and the facemask, studying herself in the mirror. Grabbing the coke she drained it then held the now empty can in her palm. She focused, flexing an invisible muscle, and the can crumpled like paper in her grasp. Her now red eyes glowed softly and she smiled. This was who she really was. Not Abigail. Malice.

 

[Enjoytowrite]

His eyes shift over the dull office space. The clicking of keyboards fills his ears, the occasional laughter and snicker a sweet treat. He sips his coffee, walking from the break room back to his cubicle. His recent promotion to Assistant Manager didnt lead to much, besides a $1 raise and window cubicle. And now he had to lead the sheep when his boss didnt want to.

Setting his coffee down on its coaster, the mug that held his drug reading “Worlds okayest Dad” a nice gift he had gotten from his daughter many years ago. His thumb grazes over the slowly fading ink on the mug and sighs softly. Theyre bond was so strong back then, lately it hasnt felt the same.

He stretches his arms and continues on work, occasionally replying to a text from his wife. He still had his old flip phone, not very tech savvy, so he had to hit the same button a few times whenever he wanted to text back.

5pm strikes the clock, and he slowly stands and grabs his briefcase, punching out on the old style punch clocks and heads out of the office door, gathering with the rest of the employees of many other companies as they head out of the NYC office building.

“Working overtime tonight my love. See you tonight.” Was the text he had sent his wife, and as he walks down 102nd street, he takes a right into an alleyway, ripping his dress shirt off to reveal the red and blue Spider-man outfit underneath. His pants follow next, and out of his briefcase he tugs his mask on. Tossing the business attire in his briefcase he climbs up the side of an apartment building and onto the rooftop, shooting a few webs and hiding the briefcase into his favorite hiding spot underneath an A/C unit.

Grabbing his police radio from under the same unit, he turns it on and sits on the edge of the building, listening to the radio for any calls and looking out over his city.

 

[Sinclaire]

Abigail pulled on a large black sweater and grey sweatpants over the red leather before double checking her appearance in the floor length mirror. The boots she wore looked strange with sweatpants but it would do. Heading downstairs she was thankful to see that her mother still hadn't emerged from the basement. Grabbing a granola bar she slipped wordlessly out the front door. She wouldn't be missed.

Dusk had begun to settle, deepening the shadows that lined the streets and feeding Abby's energy. She pulled her hood up and made her way to the nearby subway station and eased through the crowds, sliding onto the train and finding a seat. Over the past few months she had frequenting this particular route and found a sort of hunting grounds. Keeping her actions mostly unseen she knew tonight was the night. Her coming out appearance. Giddiness fueled her when the train stopped and she exited, making her way to the nearby payphones. Dropping in change she dialed the number for one of New York City's hungriest news reporters. Veronica Harris.

It only took on long ring before the phone picked up and a woman's voice answered, "Hello? Veronica Harris speaking." Abby allowed a subtle pause finding her rhythm and words before she spoke.

"Hello Veronica," Abby began, keeping her voice low and soft.

"Who is this?" the reporter questioned, clearly not in the mood for games.

"You don't know me. Not yet," Abby hinted, relishing the moment before continuing, "But soon all of New York City will know who I am and I'm ready to give you front row seats for my debut."

"Is this a joke? Or some sort of terrorist threat? If so, I'll be obligated to inform the authorities," Veronica challenged, her voice stern.

Abigail laughd, low and throaty, so easily stepping into her role. "Both of us know you won't do that," she replied shaking her head. "You call the cops and this year's headline news goes bye bye." Abigail could hear Veronica's breathing catch and could almost see the gears turning. After a long pause Abigail got exactly the reply she wanted.

"When and where?" Veronica asked, her tone betraying her excitement.

Abby smiled broadly. "Go to the 151st St by the Convent Garden. Be there in one hour," Abby ordered and then hung up the phone, already on the move. Leaving the station, she set a brisk pace and darted into an alley once she was close to her destination. Abigail looked around to ensure she was alone before letting her power suffuse her, coaxing the concrete beneath her feet to reshape and lift her up to the rooftop. Stepping gingerly onto the roof she let out a sigh and stepped out of the outer garment. Pulling up her cowl and hood, she glance down at herself, admiring how the leather gleamed under the moonlight like fresh spilt blood.

Walking to the roof's edge, she peered out onto the street noticing the parked white news van with relish. Early. She knew they would be. She played through her plan for the 100th time in her head, momentarily enjoying how peaceful the moment was. It was a peace that was just begging to be destroyed. Readying herself to emerge, a sudden alarm blared nearby on the street, and floodlights pulled her attention. Her eyes narrowed as she found the source and a snarl formed on her lips beneath the cowl. It would seem that an insignificant criminal had decided to raid the privately owned jewelry store. Her anger only increased when she noticed two figures moved from the van to surreptitiously film the burgler in the act. Malice's blood boiled. She had spent months building up for this moment and a common thief was going to steal the spotlight?! Not if she had any say in it.

Rising up tall, Malice brought all her concentration and strangth to bear, her hands balled into fists at her side. Opening her fists brought an explosion to shake the small shop as diamonds and glass shattered into miniscule pieces to spray out into the street. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she reshaped the bricks she stood onto carry her down to the street, her entire body glowing in her fervor. She was pleased to see that the camera had now been redirected as she took measured steps forward, each step crunching over broken glass as she approached the shop and the damned thief within.

All her careful plans had been thrown out the window and she knew that the cops would show up at any moment. But she couldn't leave now. Not yet. This was the one chance she was going to get at a first impression. As she walked among the destruction she had caused she felt like a vengeful goddess. And this goddess was overdue for a sacrifice.

 

[Enjoytowrite]

‘Burglary in progress, nearest units respond to Valentinos Jewlery. Be advised the thief is armed and dangerous.’ Was all Eric heard on the radio. That was an awfully close jewelers! Just his luck.

Slinging into action, webs shooting from his wrists as he travels over to the jewlery store, seeing as the young teen blows the jewelry store to bits, and then use the bricks as some sort of pathway. So a telekinetic supervillain?

He swings and drops down between the young girl and the blown to bits store, his eyes shifting over her. “Hey there, you look new. I havent kicked your ass before have I?” He asks as he shoots a few webs towards her. “Little known fact, diamonds are a girls best friend, your supposed to wear them, not destroy.” He says with a soft chuckle, the would-be thief scutters away down the street behind Eric.

 

[Sinclaire]

Malice's eyes widened as Spiderman swooped down in front of her, halting her progress. Damn it all. She hadn't quite planned on engaging with him tonight but she'd known it could be a possibility. Anger bubbled at his jokes and as it only rose as the no good thief scampered away.

Ignoring his taunts her eyes hardened with a dangerous gleam. "You made me lose my dinner," she pouted, hands balling into fists as she readied herself. She had expected the webs but she was almost caught off guard by how fast they were. Luckily all it took was a focused thought and a thin wall of concrete rose up between, blocking the webs.

"Diamonds are a girl's best friend," she agreed, backing away as diamond shards rose up from the ground. She launched them in his direction, moving further away from him as they flew, taking any distraction she could get.

In truth, she had once idolized the sticky hero. It wasn't until she realized how cruel the world was that he had crumpled in her eyes. The people he saved weren't worth it. Still, she knew that he was far stronger and faster in body than she was. She just needed to be faster in mind.

There was a fire hydrant on the street to his left and with a thought she disintegrated the metal threads and seal causing a torrent of water to eject out towards him with force.

Her eyes gleamed with her effort and her blonde hair whipped around as she checked the surroundings.

 

[Enjoytowrite]

Watches as she blocks the webs with a thin concrete wall, the wall cracking and crumbling from the webs hitting it. He huffs softly and turns to see the fire hydrant burst! The cast iron fire hydrant cap and a heavy torrent of water following suit.

He grumbles softly and shoots a web to the building beside him, jumping onto it and resting. “Your voice sounds awfully familiar. Whatre you 12? Where are your parents? Id give my daughter a real good spanking if she was this naughty. Need me to give you one?” The muscular spiderman calls out to her.

Theres been a lot of other superhero/vigilantes in his time. Being one of the oldest ones still protecting the city. Most had retired by now, or died in service. But spiderman was still here! He loved the city too much, and his daughter, to hang up the web shooters. Thats the main reason hes out here, saving people every other night or so. So he knew his daughter was home safe.

Soon two police cars show up at the wreckage of the jewlers, having caught the thief down the road, and prepared to assist spiderman in taking down the other threat. “So whats your super-evil name? Teenage angst?” He calls out, watching her carefully Once he sees the direction shes going, he shoots out towards the ground on either side of her, using it like a sling shot, his feet pointing towards her as he rushes towards her in the air.

 

[Sinclaire]

The situation soon compounded as blue and red lights caught her attention.

"What are you, 80?" she shot back haughtily, a plan slowly forming in her mind. "I'm sure you would love to bend me over, you total perv," she shot back, pumping her legs to race towards a nearby car.

She had almost reached it when webs planted themselves to each side of the cement beside her. Shit. She turned just in time to see him launching towards her and though she tried, she was unble to avoid him crashing into her. The air whooshed from her gut with the solid hit and she fell to the ground on her back, with him on top of her.

"I knew you just wanted to get on top of me," she wheezed, her eyes flaring as she concentrated. His weight was solid on top of her but they had landed just next to the car she had been going for. The driver door unlatched with a thought and in an instant it burst open, slamming into his side.

It gave her a slight opening to roll on her side and she coughed hard, pushing herself up to her feet as she tried to catch her breath. Before Spiderman could grab her again she held up a hand shaking her head and then pointed to behind him where the news cameraman still stood.

Reporter Veronica Harris was suspended above the ground by white metal vines that had been formed from their van and had been wrapped around her torso, strapping her arms to her sides.

Malice smiled and made the metal squeeze a bit tighter like a constrictor hugging it's prey, causing the reporter to let out a gasp.

"I wonder if she would suffocate or if the metal would tear her to shreds?" she mused aloud coldly. The cameraman, despite all his terror continued to dutifully play his role, panning the camera in her direction.

 

[Enjoytowrite]

Spiderman huffed as he lands ontop of her, his bulge planted onto her stomach as his hands pin her shoulders down. “80 year olds wouldn’t be able to get it up. Or be this big.” He whispers into her ear, before leaning back up “Its over ‘just a phase gir-‘“ and then his spidey sense goes off, and he has to jump into the air to avoid the door swinging open.

When he lands it was much too late, Malice was distracting him with the reporter being tangled in a thick vine of metal. “We didnt setup a safeword before bondage!” He calls out as he shoots two webs at Malice, one at her face and the other at her feet.

As he does that he jumps to the reporter and begins to pull on the metal, hopefully the webs distracting the villain and allowing him to free the reporter by breaking the metal vines.

 

[Sinclaire]

Malice was able to dodge one of his webs but the second struck her foot. Anger at his bold move flared inside of her and Malice growled her frustration as she squeezed her hands into fists, in turn squeezing the metal tighter around the woman's form. Blood blossomed against the reporter's shirt where a length of the metal bit into her arm, causing her to cry out.

"I am not just some silly little girl," she sneered, her eyes flaring a brighter red. "To underestimate me as such only shows you're getting too old for this." The webs had stuck one foot to the pavement but she didn't need to move to use her power.

"I suppose you really do want to test my theory," she continued, fed up with not being taken seriously as he tried to free the woman. She manipulated the metal to slip around his fingers when he tried to grasp it.

Dividing her focus, she manipulated the matter of her boots, splitting the leather off where it came in contact with his webs. She would have loved to take a bit of webbing with her to study so that she could manipulate it as well but she would have to content herself with only manipulating materials that she knew.

Looking towards the camera and then back to Spiderman, Malice made sure to make her voice carry. "If you follow me, her death will be on your hands Spiderman," she voiced menacingly, preparing to make her exit.

The girl tried to reign in some of her anger but it bled into her words like venom. She had never killed anyone before and she wasn't sure what it would be like but she'd been preparing herself for it. If she needed to to be taken seriously, she would.

 

[Enjoytowrite]

Eric stays his hand, and when the girl retreats he stays, waiting for her powers to loosen their hold on the reporter. He rips the metal off of her and sighs, bringing her to the ambulance down the street by the blown up store.

By the time he had her setup in the ambulance, he turned to see Malice wasnt in the street. He sighs softly, rubbing his cheek through the mask before he runs and begins to swing around the area searching for her.