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Malicious Lullaby

Malicious Lullaby

Pulsar
Joined
Jan 9, 2009
Location
On my knees, in between his legs.
All great minds. Of course. But some excelled and went beyond the beyond. Everyone knew her only as Constance Shep, but she always got away with things because of her invisibility. Having been pretty unnoticed all throughout her school, it's like it became apart of her to be invisible. And after an accident during her final years of high school, she had the option to go literally invisible or be visible. most of the times she chose to be invisible and when people found out that she had that ability, she only turned even more into a freak than she was. It sucked and eventually she gave up and one day after high school--having not gone to college--she decided to use her invisibility for evil. People would definitely notice her then and they'd pay for sure.

Having always looked like the awkward girl pretty much her entire life, just one night it all changed. She woke up and her acne cleared, she no longer needed to wear glasses and without all those blemishes and imperfections, she saw a beautiful young woman and actually happily changed herself for the better, at least physically. Her hair was actually washed everyday, long and luscious and healthy. Jet black raven hair, smooth and silky, naturally curly and since it was long, it grew out into more softer curls rather than sharper curls. Her eyes were more visible without the big specs and showed to be a piercing purple, unforgettable, which was a plus.

That day, Constance planned the greatest heist to get herself more money and to leave the police dying for a way to catch her. it was impossible to catch her. Even with the clues she left, only a genius would be able to crack them and it'd lead to her hideout, her headquarters, or whatever people wanted to call it. She was building an empire and if this went out the way she planned--which they'd always do--then eventually she'd be unstoppable.

Constance had a leather fetish and she tended to wear a lot of leather. She even specialized a certain leather that when she turned invisible, it'd turn invisible with her rather than her having to take her clothes off just to be invisible and not be walking clothes without a body. The day to make her plan work, arrived and she wore all black. Leather pants, leather bra, with a leather jacket zipped up partially and she was good to go. Of course it was her special leather. Early in the morning, she went to the biggest bank in all of New York city and snuck into the main vault. Grabbing a bag she emptied out each compartment that was full of money and jewels and other valuables and filled it up. She never carried a weapon. Nothing to defend since she always got away. She left her signature mark which tended to be the same clue over and over again that was coded, of course, but no one was ever able to break it.

Leaving the bank and the vault, she went to her car which she parked in the alley and put everything in the back and got in and drove off, being visible and blending in with the morning traffic. once she pulled out of the alley, the alarm went off in the bank and eventually the cops and their back up got to the scene. Constance however, was closer to her home at any moment which happened to be on the outskirts of the city, drifting off into the countryside. It looked like a normal home but given her devious mind and innovativeness, it was definitely the lair of a villain underground. While all her classmates were in college, she spent four years building lair, all by her own hand.
 
It was half an hour after the alarm went off. The perp had definitely gotten away. It had been a well-planned job. It always was when that mark was left behind. Constance Shep. She always left clues. It was a classic case of narcissism. The girl wanted to be known, so she always left a clue, always left something behind just to taunt people.

And Vital Sting knew why. The woman was one of the few "naturals" who were able to survive being a masked vigilante. Since a few years ago, masked vigilantes were made into a legal grouping, so long as they passed an advanced physical survival test. It was supposed to be impossible for naturals to pass, as it usually involved dodging bullets. Vital Sting instead dodged the eyes and sensors linked to those bullets.

She hadn't at all been a popular one in school. She had been a computer geek with thick glasses, short, messy hair, and an awkward personality. So much so that she didn't even fit in with the geek crowd that well. She not only envied the more popular girls and their "perfect" bodies, she envied the ones who developed superpowers and showed them off. She got nothing.

It was when college came that she became who she was today. Instead of studying like mad, she worked on her body, a lot. She had the knowledge she needed already, but her frail body needed a lot of work. The girl discovered that even if she were frail, it gave her a lot of agility and flexibility, so she focused on the dexterous nature. Over three years of work, she became a paragon of fitness, and something of a contortionist.

The woman wore a black vest, single-breasted and bullet-proof, as well as a pair of long shorts that went down below her knees. She had yellow spandex underneath, ending in a fingerless glove on each hand, and wearing yellow stilettos with black laces. Of course, she had a mask over the top half of her face, and a pair of goggles that hid the glasses she needed to see properly. Her short, platinum blonde hair was spiked up and back. A wasp emblem was on the vest, and she took the wasp theme because of her weapon, the bow.

"So... Pretty much case closed already. It was Shep." She motioned one of the detectives to the criminal's calling card, having already taken a mental snapshot of the clue.

"The UV cameras the bank had just bought caught the heist, but it's no clear indication of who came in. There's only a distortion where the body would be." One of the other detectives on scene mentioned just loud enough for the heroine to hear.

"So we know the reason she's invisible is because her body doesn't reflect light the same way a normal human does. Fingerprints? Hair fibers? Anything?"

"No. Gloves, of course."

"Of course." She sighed. "Call me if anything comes up. I've got a lead I need to follow." Vital Sting left out the front door, deep in thought. There had to be some clue there. Constance was a narcissist, and that meant there was a clue they were missing. Because the girl wanted to be caught. Nobody with a mind for remaining anonymous would never leave a calling card. Perhaps it was something simple. Something right under her nose.
 
Once home, she pulled up in the driveway and pressed a button in her high-tech but insanely advanced mustang. It was black and gorgeous and kept the look of that of a classic mustang convertible, rode way back in the day. Constance and her car were shifted underground to her lair, the driveway having opened sideways and let her down along with the platform. Once she was in, and the side ground doors of her driveway shut, she got out of her car and took the money out and jumped onto her chair that rolled to her computer system and went online and back to the parts she needed. She had her own banking system that was apparently valid, thankfully. instantly she bought up the parts she needed and weaponry needed too to finally take out whatever remaining super-heroes were left. Especially the annoying...Vital Sting.

Constance despised that woman beyond on anyone, especially and only because that woman along with her associates worked on the 'Shep' case and that was her. She wasn't called the Invisible Villainess or anything like that. She was known as 'Shep.' With her calling card an clue she left behind at every crime, instantly they knew it was her. It was Shep. She loved it. Years of being unnoticed and the invisible villainess was finally being noticed. Even if it was in the completely wrong way, she didn't give a fuck. People knew who she was, but never knew what she looked like. In school, her name was Carlyle Shepherd. She changed it to Constance Shep after high school and it was true that Carlyle Shepherd pretty much vanished from the face of the earth.

If Vital knew how to decode her clues, she'd know where to come and that would be first. It was a trap. To get the woman to come to her average looking home and then boom! She be squashed and swatted like a good wasp deserved. But of course, having been demented in her mind for so long already, she'd love to have her fun in torturing the woman. Give her a taste of what it was Constance went through when it was leaked out she was such a freak and how horribly and brutally bullied she was. Freshman fridays during her senior year was a regular for her. It was a nightmare.

If VItal would remember a certain invisible girl from school, she'd know where to find Constance since she lived in the same house that she was born in but definitely tweaked it. the clue said CS. But it didn't stand for Constance Shepherd. It stood for her old name. Perhaps Carlyle wasn't totally erased from the face of the earth.
 
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.

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2:39 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.
 
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.
 
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!"
 
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 chest[nothing 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.
 
"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.

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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."
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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.
 
"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.
 
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...)
 
[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.
 
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!))
 
[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 house/lair. "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.
 
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..."
 
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 house/lair 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...
 
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.
 
Given that the speed she was driving was beyond fast, she got them to her safe house in only a couple of hours. She heard Vivian's little cries before she had drifted to sleep. SHe did her best to ignore them. They both knew that Carlyle was a sucker to Vivian's sadness. She grew fond of the woman when they were in high school and took it to her responsibility to look after her. LIke a little sister and at one point it was definitely more than a little sister way. Though she never expressed those feelings to Vivian, afraid to scare her off. And still those feelings remained but she said nothing, showed no expression of that or her vulnerability. Whatever soul that was left in her, was growing again to her dismay. If she changed to her good ways, she'd have nothing. She'd rather be evil than want to succumb to the life of a true invisible girl for the rest of her life.

Reaching into Boston, just a few more minutes and they'd reach the house. Once there, she parked and then got out and went to the other side and helped the sleeping Vivian. She carried the woman, still so light and easy to hold and carry. Once inside, she set her down on a black leather couch and then walked away from her, going to the little kitchen she had set up and started to make some food for the both of them. In truth, Vivian was still her hostage but because of her feelings for the girl, it'd be difficult to ruin her and attempt killing her when she'd have to watch her suffer. It was a nightmare.

Coming back with a cup of warm tea and some aspirin for her, she handed her the mug and gave her the two pills. She said nothing as she looked away from her. Just her current situation hurt to see her in. If Constance didn't have t hose feelings for her, it'd be easier, but because she did, it made things so much harder and she hated that so so much. It was obvious on her face that it pained her to see Vivian like this. Crying, and in pain for what she did on her own hand. Letting out a quiet sigh, s he went to her computer and logged on, turning all circuits on and was in business. "You think your police force would be trying to look for you? If so, how much do you think your worth as ransom?" She asked dully and quietly, trying to not think back to their conversation in the car. ignoring it and making it seem as if it had no effect on her which it did.
 
She slowly sipped the tea. It was chai. Just like high school. It had been her favorite. Aspirin, swig, down the hatch. Relief would come in maybe 10 minutes. She rarely used medicine. Her body had scars to prove her reliance on natural healing. Where she'd been a meek nerdy thing in high school, she was now a marked, fragile-looking woman. And usually, she was tougher than this. But one blow to the temple brought her down. Or perhaps it was one blow to the heart. It hurt bad. Aspirin couldn't solve that.

When she was asked how much ransom would be, she shook her head. "Nothing. NYCPD doesn't cough up cash for vigilantes. Part of the agreement. I'm on my own in a legal sense. They can't give you a dime anyway. No negotiations with criminals. Not without a sniper team with a bead on your head. As for the other heroes, maybe they'd come. But it certainly wouldn't involve money. Plus you might get someone as nasty to deal with as Supercollider. Can't kill him... He's just a mass of radioactive atoms in a balloon suit... He's got another 15 years before reaching half-life and weakening to a point of instability. Ransom hasn't worked once since the Hero Act was put into motion. Meteor Fist wouldn't be great either. He's never needed to see something in order to punch it."

She'd managed to flip back into Vital Sting mode. Finaly back to her heroic self. And she had one trick left, compliments of Cybergirl and the superhero team "Lost and Found." The only question was when to spring the trap and claim victory. Or at least try.
 
Keeping her back to her, she nodded as she explained and she sighed softly. "Alright...well I guess you are staying here then. No longer a hostage but perhaps someone I can trust still." She brought a knee to her chest and she sighed softly, putting her finger to her mouth, biting on the nail. "Oh wait...I can't trust you. You deceived me and who knows what will happen if I confide in you again." She turned around and then crossed a leg over the other, facing her. "Can I trust you? Or will you pull a Sting on me and capture me again? was everything you said in the car true? Did I let my guard down for nothing, all to just be punk'd by you?"

Sure she was only like a two-year mentor to her but they remained in some kind of contact until Carlyle Shepherd vanished from the face of this planet and all taht was left was her young records from a baby to high school. The day she changed her name, stuff stopped going under as Carlyle Shepherd and started going under Constance Shep and that was mostly her criminal record. Letting out a soft sigh she shook her head and she looked back at Vivian. Honestly, she really didn't know what to do which is why she kept biting on her nail so much. She was at a loss for ideas and what to do and it scared her. That it only took Vivian to come back into her life like this and suddenly she felt like Carlyle...except she was pretty now and not ugly.

"Do you want me to accept defeat and let you take me in? Make them find me guilty and put me behind bars and I stay in jail for the rest of my life? Is that what you want?" She finally stood up and went to her. "What the hell do you want from me Vivian!? Huh!?"
 
Vital Sting stood up and looked her best friend turned adversary right in the eyes. They were close enough that they could feel each other's faint breaths on each other's necks. Tension had filled the air in a fashion not seen since wild west duels. In a way, it almost was one.

"I never deceived you. You left me! You just 'fuck off' and left everything behind. Including me! You best friend! Or so I thought. What? Couldn't take another minute of being with me and decided to fuck up society? Couldn't make it into a college to see that all the high school bullshit didn't matter? That high school was nothing more than shit in a can that prepared you for lifes challenges by getting 99% of the horrible shit out of the way? FUCK! You couldn't even confide in me when you thought about lashing out! You didn't even trust me then, so why would you now? You just used me back then to feel better about yourself. Bitch! You were never my friend. You duped me like everyone else you've ever seen and gave me the fucking middle finger!"

Lashing out verbally made her click her molars together rather harshly, with triggered the small implant inside. All that stuff that had been taken off in the car. Her belt, her bow, the goggles, communicators... All of it appeared on her body, in their rightful places, all of the back-up gear she had stored in extradimensional space thanks to the three heroes that helped her out most. And as the goggles appeared over her eyes, an arrow appeared in her hand, as she jabbed the end into the woman that was causing her so much pain now. It was a stun cap, a jolt that would easily take the other woman out for a few hours.
 
Constance glared at her and it was so not even like that. Her life fell apart when she couldn't get into a single college. Everything that Vivian was saying was a bunch of bull-shit and she knew that. They were actual friends in high school and the only reason she pretty much disappeared was she had no confidence or any motivation anymore or even hope after being labeled the freak of the state. Ever since her accident in science, she swore off any science and got such a curse she wished it never happened. She wished she wasn't even in the situation she was in now. If she could go back, she never would have stayed in the science room after hours and worked on an experiment that clearly was disastrous.

Clenching her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms, she gritted her teeth and let out a breath. "I was always your friend! I fucking fell in love with you!" SHe screamed, tears having welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall. But before anymore could happen, she was jabbed by an arrow and instantly fell unconscious, fallen to the floor and was so out. Having just admitted her dire secret to her, she knew it wouldn't have done squat. But it was true. She did fall in love with Vivian during high school and leaving her behind was the hardest thing ever. It sucked to do it but she couldn't bring her down with her.

Carlyle had fallen so low at the end of high school, there was no way she could bring Vivian. And she knew that if she told her the truth about why she was leaving, she'd try to tag along. SO in some way, what she said was true. But Carlyle only did it for her own good and so that she'd be happy that Carlyle was out of her life. It was the only way otherwise Vivian would be as screwed up as Carlyle was. Had she got the chance to explain that before she was knocked out, it'd probably change a lot of things right then and there.
 
Vital Sting looked down at the collapsed lump that used to be her best friend. She'd heard every word, of course. And like real love, she had reciprocated those feelings. At one time. Now with all tat had happened, she didn't care. She was a hero, and Carlyle was a villain. There was a duty to work with here. She was supposed to be in love with her job. But Vivian could exist, just for a few more minutes.

She picked up the villain and set her so she was laying on the couch. As she looked over the body, she couldn't help but wonder if things would have been different, or really, how much different period, that things would have been if Carlyle had the courage to o to her rather than just run off to her life of crime. As she looked at the costume she wore, and the one Carlyle wore, the difference between them became so clear. She was still the same from her high school days. Her tight yellow latex outfit was mostly covered, for protection, yes, but also for the conservative image. Then Carlyle was in nothing more than leather pants and a bikini top. She'd changed so much, and yet still was Carlyle.

"This will be the last of Vivian... After this, she won't exist. This is goodbye. Vivian loved you too, so very much..." She leaned down and locked her lips with Carlyle's, feeling the still warmth, the soft flesh beneath her own lips.
 
Even though she had confessed her feelings for her which remained the same to this day, she knew it wouldn't have done anything. Much. Given the kind of arrow she was jabbed with, even she thought that she'd be out for way longer but then again, she wasn't physically weak anymore and trained herself to be stronger. It worked since as she was laid down, she wasn't coming to but once she felt a certain pair of soft sweet lips against hers, her eyes slowly opened. All of a sudden now, vivian would be able to feel Carlyle kissing her back, her hand having even moved around her cheek and slightly around her neck. Pulling back, it was like something had come over her and there was no fighting the rush of lust she had for. Her body needed true companionship. She was never able to be with a woman because it'd feel wrong since she had such feelings for Vivian, the only woman she'd ever want to be with. And right now...there was no stopping that.

Sitting up, she pulled the girl down onto her completely and then turned her so she was on her back an laying on the couch and Carlyle was on top of her. Pinning her wrists back up above her head she grinned and looked down at her. "You love me. You always will won't you? just like I have and always will love you." She leaned down and her lips pressed to Vivian's lovingly and not trying to be harsh on it and then after a little bit, she trailed them down to her neck and kissed her there. Her hands eventually laced with hers and she shifted so her legs were straddling the girl's hips, yet her torso was pressed to Vivian's. Bodies connected.
 
"Vivian..."

"..."

"Vivian! Stop, now!"

"..."

"She's kissing you back! She's coming to, you idiot! We need to apprehend her now while she's too weak to fight back. This is supposed to be the last thing you ever do, so we can finally be the hero you've always wanted to be."

"..."

"VIVIAN!"

Vivian found herself flipped over and pinned, straddled and dominated by Carlyle. She could feel it to her very core. It wasn't Shep that was pinning her down, it was the girl she loved. Vivian gladly submitted to her mentor, her body needing guidance, receiving it with every kiss, bring her more and more into ecstasy.

[/i]"Vivian, you idiot! What about when she finds out about a certain attribute? Huh?"[/i]

Instant worry. As Carlyle kissed her neck and slid her body against hers, she had a dread feeling rise in her chest. Because another feeling was rising to make its presence known against Carlyle's hips. She'd never shared that aspect of herself with anyone, ever. She was too secretive about the part that made her feel so awkward. Carlyle had slept over, but Vivian had always used the bathroom privately, and always wore clothes that covered her shame.

"C-car..."
 
Slowly, she retracted back a little bit and looked into Vivian's eyes. She let out a soft smile and then moved her hand around her cheek and kissed her forehead. "tell me." She always knew there was something taht Vivian had always hid from her. She never knew what or understood what it was exactly but it'd not something she'd ever hold against her. This girl was so perfect in her eyes and nothing about her could ever change her perspective and view on her. It was possible at least and she knew it wouldn't happen. besides, who was carlyle to judge anyways? She always wanted to be accepted and Vivian was the one person to accept her for her. With time she grew to love her and nothing could change that.

Her hand moved into her hair. Her guard was down completely, down enough at least for Vivian to be let into her and not freak out. Deep down inside,they were both their same dorky and geeky selves, slowly coming forth the more they reconnected. What could be better than that? Carlyle already knew what Vivian's job was and that was to bring her in but that wasn't her true job. Deep down, they both desired for each other, needed and loved each other and hopefully in the end, they could get to that stage and stay there, for good.
 
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