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Super-Earth
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- Jul 16, 2016
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With a thunderous crash, she was sent flying through the air. Her body skipped limply along the ground a few times before finally skidding firmly to a stop. The armored mechanics on her body helped take some of the hit but she'd still be battered and bruised beyond imagine.
The rain was practically pouring down and it covered the sickeningly beautiful white marble in a substantial layer of water. Keeping her blood from defiling the museum the city had made in honor of the precious heroes. Weakly she srtuggled before bringing herself onto her hands and knees. Her eyes opened to stare at the reflection in the floor. Another crushing defeat for the Order and she looked like hell. Not that she didn't always it seemed. Her eyes were darkened and bruised from lack of sleep, pairing well with her sickly pale skin, she could fit right in with a drug addict. Not only that but old battles still were evident on her body under the skin tight suit Lynn Lethal was known to wear. It was funny how fate loved to play favorites. Hell here she was on her knees after the Order had crashed the grand opening ceremony. The city glorified the League's every action, this museum was basically a shrine to immortalize them and their battles. As she continued to stare at herself she could feel nothing but rage and frustration build in her. She focused on the approaching figures who cautiously made their way to her. Here came the heroes to take her back to jail again for the hundredth time. The same process over and over, continuing this insanity that made up her entire life.
"Lynn, you need help.", the warden's voice echoed in her mind from the first time she had been thrown in prison. Out of the entire Order, Lynn would freely admit that she did. It was truly hilarious, out of everyone in the entire city which the League rescued a thousand times over, the ones that needed saving the most were their very villains. They were so far down in a sea of crime. Fate had wrapped them up tightly in chains and anchors, then tossed them into the ocean. Lynn knew that she needed help. However that's the thing about being a villain... That's what made you a villain...
You would never be saved by a hero.
Her glare shot back over her shoulder at them as her mechanical parts glowed a dangerous red. There would never be a rescue coming, so they all filled their lungs with sea water and succumbed to their fates with a smile. A horde of machines and bots rose from behind them. Lynn knew she needed help, she hadn't gotten that far gone. Yet she'd be damned if she let herself get beaten into submission by these assholes.
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Lynn grunted and coughed up some blood after the jailor's had rutlessly thrown her into her specialized cell. Her eyes were screwed tightly closed as she held her side in pain. She definitely had broken a few ribs after that second round. Lynn took a couple of hissing deep breaths to keep herself from crying out. With a final deep breath to brace herself she held it as she practically flung herself onto her side and sat up before resting her back against the wall behind her. Releasing her breath she opened her eyes to stare blankly at the bars of what could be considered her second home. She had been put in here enough. They'd start her on the electroshock treatment by morning, they always did. Sent a thousand volts straight to her brain to fry her so bad that all she could do was drool and blink.
The Order once upon a time held this city in an ironclad grip. They were and still are the big bosses of the crime world and sat upon golden thrones which they had worked to build themselves... Then the fucking League showed up out of nowhere with their damn super powers and that time came to an end. Out of the entire group. Lynn Lethal was feared the most due to her unpredictability. For the most part she never acted unless it was in support of the Order, yet there were many times when she just seemed to snap. She was known to just go on destructive rampages, hellbent on seeing the city burn... Lynn would freely admit that she was mentally sick. Yet as were the rest, from the beginning it had been made clear that she was alone in this.
The constant shock treatment had fried her brain to the point where memories of her previous life had become hazy static images of nonsense. Her stare turned to a figure as he approached and came to a stop to stare back at her. If only they could get rid of the memories of this male on the other side of the cell. Her stare turned to a glare as she sneered at him. No matter how many drugs she took, how many times they fried her, how many times she was beaten down... Her memories may be fucked but this particular member of the League was still clearly remembered. In youth, they had been friends, the best of friends and the funny thing is that his betrayal is actually what had turned her into Lynn Lethal. Oh how she wished that she'd be successful in killing this man, the only one who knew her real name.
He had been gifted with borderline time stopping speed and out of the entire Order, she was prideful in the fact that she was the only one who stood as a challenge. He may live in a life going slow but her legs were permanently fixed with a mechanical device called the 'Flicker'. For short jumps, she could be somewhere else in a blink of an eye. It wasn't speed, merely her body literally blinked out to be somewhere else. She was known as the brains of the Order. The other's dreamed up and told her what they wanted and she made it happen. Her horde of robots her true strength in battle. Still her entire body was supported permanently with devices. His buddy had taken her left arm in the very first thrown down but she came back with another one made of iron. Though the scientists would never say so, they all envied her. All wondered how her devices ticked. Secrets really that she was hellbent on taking to her grave.
"Did you come here to gloat, Speedy?", she asked in a cruel voice.
With a thunderous crash, she was sent flying through the air. Her body skipped limply along the ground a few times before finally skidding firmly to a stop. The armored mechanics on her body helped take some of the hit but she'd still be battered and bruised beyond imagine.
The rain was practically pouring down and it covered the sickeningly beautiful white marble in a substantial layer of water. Keeping her blood from defiling the museum the city had made in honor of the precious heroes. Weakly she srtuggled before bringing herself onto her hands and knees. Her eyes opened to stare at the reflection in the floor. Another crushing defeat for the Order and she looked like hell. Not that she didn't always it seemed. Her eyes were darkened and bruised from lack of sleep, pairing well with her sickly pale skin, she could fit right in with a drug addict. Not only that but old battles still were evident on her body under the skin tight suit Lynn Lethal was known to wear. It was funny how fate loved to play favorites. Hell here she was on her knees after the Order had crashed the grand opening ceremony. The city glorified the League's every action, this museum was basically a shrine to immortalize them and their battles. As she continued to stare at herself she could feel nothing but rage and frustration build in her. She focused on the approaching figures who cautiously made their way to her. Here came the heroes to take her back to jail again for the hundredth time. The same process over and over, continuing this insanity that made up her entire life.
"Lynn, you need help.", the warden's voice echoed in her mind from the first time she had been thrown in prison. Out of the entire Order, Lynn would freely admit that she did. It was truly hilarious, out of everyone in the entire city which the League rescued a thousand times over, the ones that needed saving the most were their very villains. They were so far down in a sea of crime. Fate had wrapped them up tightly in chains and anchors, then tossed them into the ocean. Lynn knew that she needed help. However that's the thing about being a villain... That's what made you a villain...
You would never be saved by a hero.
Her glare shot back over her shoulder at them as her mechanical parts glowed a dangerous red. There would never be a rescue coming, so they all filled their lungs with sea water and succumbed to their fates with a smile. A horde of machines and bots rose from behind them. Lynn knew she needed help, she hadn't gotten that far gone. Yet she'd be damned if she let herself get beaten into submission by these assholes.
________________________
Lynn grunted and coughed up some blood after the jailor's had rutlessly thrown her into her specialized cell. Her eyes were screwed tightly closed as she held her side in pain. She definitely had broken a few ribs after that second round. Lynn took a couple of hissing deep breaths to keep herself from crying out. With a final deep breath to brace herself she held it as she practically flung herself onto her side and sat up before resting her back against the wall behind her. Releasing her breath she opened her eyes to stare blankly at the bars of what could be considered her second home. She had been put in here enough. They'd start her on the electroshock treatment by morning, they always did. Sent a thousand volts straight to her brain to fry her so bad that all she could do was drool and blink.
The Order once upon a time held this city in an ironclad grip. They were and still are the big bosses of the crime world and sat upon golden thrones which they had worked to build themselves... Then the fucking League showed up out of nowhere with their damn super powers and that time came to an end. Out of the entire group. Lynn Lethal was feared the most due to her unpredictability. For the most part she never acted unless it was in support of the Order, yet there were many times when she just seemed to snap. She was known to just go on destructive rampages, hellbent on seeing the city burn... Lynn would freely admit that she was mentally sick. Yet as were the rest, from the beginning it had been made clear that she was alone in this.
The constant shock treatment had fried her brain to the point where memories of her previous life had become hazy static images of nonsense. Her stare turned to a figure as he approached and came to a stop to stare back at her. If only they could get rid of the memories of this male on the other side of the cell. Her stare turned to a glare as she sneered at him. No matter how many drugs she took, how many times they fried her, how many times she was beaten down... Her memories may be fucked but this particular member of the League was still clearly remembered. In youth, they had been friends, the best of friends and the funny thing is that his betrayal is actually what had turned her into Lynn Lethal. Oh how she wished that she'd be successful in killing this man, the only one who knew her real name.
He had been gifted with borderline time stopping speed and out of the entire Order, she was prideful in the fact that she was the only one who stood as a challenge. He may live in a life going slow but her legs were permanently fixed with a mechanical device called the 'Flicker'. For short jumps, she could be somewhere else in a blink of an eye. It wasn't speed, merely her body literally blinked out to be somewhere else. She was known as the brains of the Order. The other's dreamed up and told her what they wanted and she made it happen. Her horde of robots her true strength in battle. Still her entire body was supported permanently with devices. His buddy had taken her left arm in the very first thrown down but she came back with another one made of iron. Though the scientists would never say so, they all envied her. All wondered how her devices ticked. Secrets really that she was hellbent on taking to her grave.
"Did you come here to gloat, Speedy?", she asked in a cruel voice.