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Post by Psycho Pirate on Aug 16, 2012 20:27:35 GMT -5
Gripping his side, Roger gasped for air, the woman had only grazed him yet that was enough to wind him and bring some serious doubts into his mind, though there was hardly time to process them before Donna Troy was upon him again. The cronies that he had accrued on his trip to the city lay scattered and broken upon the alley's dank bitumen, Roger was the only one who remained after her initial onslaught, though he doubted that he would stand much longer. Ambush gone awry, the Justice League International member had taken her attackers by surprise with her immense strength, so much so that Roger had failed in establishing control at the beginning of their encounter. The woman was obviously acquainted with his reputation and power, that or he was losing his touch, the medication had all but quelled his hunger. Desperately searching for an opening, Roger watched the woman approach him with averted eyes and a balled up fist, this could be the end. In the moments Roger thought would be his last he caught a break, a glimpse of the super heroine's eyes. Seconds before the knuckles were destined to collide with his mask Roger screamed, “Pain!” Despite his command, Roger still felt his heart flutter and wondered what had lead him to his doom.
Monotonous drumming filled Roger's ears, the passenger adjacent to him tapped an annoyingly tedious rhythm against the carriage window, it took all his restraint to prevent an incident, his partners in the Society wouldn't appreciate him blowing his cover while in transit. Swallowing his pride and another dosage of his magic pills, Roger sighed and fished an iPod from his pocket allowing the soothing tones of Leonard Cohen to overtake him. Being forced to travel via the railway was not a welcome change from the first class flights he had been receiving, perhaps next time he met with Luthor he'd be more civil. It was his first legitimate mission on behalf of the Society and at the same time, not entirely an essential task, Roger assumed they wanted to test his allegiance or aptitude before allowing him to influence more crucial aspects of their plans. Feeling not in the least bit wounded by their mistrust, Roger understood their need to appraise whether this new medication affected his abilities and performance because it certainly quelled his urges. Pushing his shoulders back into the chair, Roger made himself comfortable, it was going to be a long ride to from Metropolis to New York.
With his eyes closed and his music loud, the trip that lasted hours only felt as though it had been only a few minutes, though that may have been due to the fact he'd fallen asleep. Yet in spite of the trip's length, when Roger had cracked his eyes open he found that the passenger across from him still tapped away at the tempered glass. Despite the music and medicines that had kept his urges in check, Roger found himself feeling the temptation to silence the wretched drumming, he felt his hand reaching for the briefcase that Doctor Cyber had been kind enough to present him with. The attache case was designed to omit his Medusa Mask's metallic and magical signals so as to prevent its detection, as both heroes and civilians wished to locate it and the Psycho Pirate that wielded it. To prevent detection, with a sigh Roger stilled his hand and allowed the man to continue assailing the window and his ears, if only for a few minutes longer as they would be detraining shortly. Groaning the locomotive came to a shuddering halt within Central Station, and for the first time since he had alighted the damned contraption, Roger smiled.
Fighting through the crowd Roger could understand the number of murders in the city, he'd only disembarked not only five minutes prior and he was ready to spill blood, thankfully he'd had the sense to take another dose. Emerging from the sea of people, Roger inhaled breathing in the relatively fresh air, sensing the city's emotions, fear and greed were the greatest motivators so it was little surprise they clung to the air a thick layer of smog. With his appraisal finished Roger could begin the first step in his mission, acquiring support from the local thugs, it honestly wasn't going to be a hard task considering the quality of his attire. In fact it only took Roger a quarter of an hour to accrue a half dozen of the worst kind of delinquents, he'd simply picked a spot to loiter in an alleyway wearing his mask and they had come like flies, eager to prise the gold from his face. Now equipped with his criminal entourage, Roger decided it was time to begin the next and most important step of his mission, laying the trap for his target. Allegedly the woman was a member of the Justice League International and lived in New York as a photographer, Lex hadn't been kind enough to brief Roger wholly, probably still sore from the empty threats Roger had paid him. Though Lex had been kind enough to give Roger the address of his target, so at least he had something to work with.
Nighttime in the city was often considered dangerous, though Roger doubted his target had ever had to worry about the petty criminals that the sentiment warned of, however as he laid in wait in the alleyway nearest her apartment he smiled slightly, tonight she would learn to fear the night. Despite not knowing the woman's name, he did know that she would be returning home from a photo shoot in the near future and this would serve as their chance to jump her. So for the time being he and his thugs waited silently, they didn't want to give their prey a reason to be suspicious. Half an hour passed and the night was slowly being whittled away when there was cause for action, a woman walked by carrying a number of items that appeared to be photographic in nature. In an instant the thugs were upon her, dragging her into the alley and they attempted to hold her down for the Psycho Pirate but their efforts were to no avail. They had found the right woman but it was none other then Donna Troy and they were screwed.
Now that Roger had uttered what may have been his last word, he cursed Lex Luthor for putting him in this situation and hoped that the Medusa Mask would not protect him, he had no desire to be returned to Belle Reve, he hoped that this final blow killed him. Yet in the same instant he found himself in disbelief that he had admitted defeat so easily, perhaps his command had worked and the metahuman had stilled her assault.
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Post by donna on Aug 17, 2012 6:39:49 GMT -5
Another day another glitter array of popping flashbulbs, helping her customers to pose correctly and fitting them all into the lenses of differing cameras. Just part and parcel for the daring young woman with the photography studio but Donna Troy loved her work whenever the duties of saving the world, celiobyte searching and being a part of the JLI allowed her to at least. The sun had set an hour ago and this Amazon princess was ready to call it a night. Deciding to walk home for the fun of it instead of shedding her outer garments and flying, taking the extra time would also allow her a stop at Subway for a tuna fish on wheat sandwich to tote home and give into the desire of relaxing with her cd player echoing in her apartment instead of having to cook.
Dressed in a white long sleeved dress shirt and a pair of tan designer slacks with dress shoes and her long dark hair ponytailed behind her. She was in and out of Subway in 10 minutes and it would take another 20 to complete the leisurely walk back to her apartment, sandwich bag, and briefcase in hand, a camera strapped around her neck that she wanted to take him and clean tonight. In spite of herself and feeling a bit goofy for doing so, Donna Troy started to softly spill the lyrics from "My Sacrifice" from her lips just as she passed the alleyway where 6 foul smelling delinquents turned thugs stormed out and were on her faster than she could blink.
the sandwich fell from her fingers, the briefcase torn from her grip and the camera from around her neck as they grabbed tore and dragged, literally tearing the long sleeved shirt right off of her. The sick bastards attempt to no doubt expose lots of flesh were foiled when they saw a black starry costume underneath a pair of indestructible bracelets and an indestructible lasso dangling from her hip after they tackled her to the ground, taking advantage of her being caught by surprise.
That would not happen again.
4 letter expletives left their mouths in a flurry and their moods had all changed instantaneously, right before all 6 of them were kicked and thrown off in different directions. They seemed to recognize her well enough but now was the time to show them exactly who they made the mistake of jumping, although she was relieved it had been her instead of some random passerby that might not be alive now.
"Do idiots kiss your mothers with those mouths?" She voiced her concern after making it back to her feet. Taking them all down in fluid motion. Nailing 2 of the six with hard boots to the chest to drive the wind temporarily from their lungs and send them flying, punching two more with swift left handed uppercuts to their solar plexus and finally grabbing the last two and butting their heads together hard enough to put them down for at least an hour when their ring leader finally came into view No sooner did she look at him did Donna Troy just as quickly turn her head, having already grazed the min with one of the thugs she tossed.
"Psycho Pirate!"
Oh his reputation and past very much proceeded him. She'd heard alot of stories, including how he had once subdued even Power Girl and Black Adam. She would surely be no match for him and would fall prey just as easily. IF she made the mistake of looking at him. Having already turned her head, an angry scowl was on her lips. She mentally formed the vision in her head of the last place he had been standing and swiftly reached for him. The realization that he had moved that quickly dawned on her too late. It had to end now, he was appearing in the corner of her eye. Now or never. She quickly sent a fist full of righteous fury and began to squeeze her eyes shit..
Too late.
The word pain, albeit spoken with the sound of trembling and panic reached her ears and a shooting migraine shot through her skull. Her stomach also began to churn like she'd just been Doomsday kicked in her own gut. The Amazon princess doubled over immediately, clutching her stomach but trying mightily to hurry and suck it up before he could make eye contact again.
Suck it up you weak minded fool! She silently scolded herself, trying to keep from vomiting while she thought out her next move.
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Post by Psycho Pirate on Aug 17, 2012 21:42:08 GMT -5
It took Roger a moment to realise that his life had not been extinguished and that his command had actually taken hold, a split second of triumph was all he needed for his arrogance to return, bathing in the confidence inspired by his small victory. Roger gripped the writhing woman by her hair and twisted her eyes to face his, the pain written on her amazonian features only further bolstered his sense of superiority, he was going to enjoy this moment for he had a hero at his mercy. Peering into her brilliant orbs, Roger searched her psyche for a weakness, a dark emotion that clung to her subconscious, something he could exploit. It didn't take him long to locate the true pain the young woman harboured, there was an overbearing sensation of loss, a great despair that ate away at her. Licking his lips at the opportunity to make the indomitable Donna Troy relive the trauma of emotions she thought she'd locked away, “I sense you lost someone, someone close, how does that make you feel? Sad? Alone? Helpless?” Roger relinquished the heroine, tossing her down into the alley's filth and into a pit of unfathomable despair.
Stepping back from the Amazon, Roger appraised the damage she had incurred, she'd all but slain his thralls though that hardly brought a tear to his eye, however the graze she had presented him with was causing some discomfort an inconvenience he'd repay tenfold. Turning his attention back to his target, Roger carefully thought out his next step, he knew that he had to remove the woman's weapons, namely the lasso as he was almost certain that he didn't feel like that sort of bondage tonight. Crouching over the weeping woman Roger quickly snatched the rope from her belt before moving away, eager to be out of her rage, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't lash out in her despair. It was that revelation that inspired Roger to alter the command, perhaps sloth would be a more reasonable emotion to have his victim experiencing, it would certainly make her far more manageable. Giving her limbs a wide berth, Roger moved around to the woman's head and looked her in the eyes, “All that crying surely made you tired, aren't you tired?” Watching as her limbs went slack, Roger grinned as his plan fell into place.
Gripping the heroine by the wrists, Roger dragged her deeper into the darkness of the alley, it would greatly reduce his abilities but it would increase the amount of time he had to work with the woman. Hogtying her limp wrists to her ankles with her own lasso, Roger returned to the alley's mouth and started moving the unconscious thugs into the all encompassing black too, it would do him no good to be caught before his work was complete. One of the men retained his wits, Roger made short work of that, driving his accomplice insane in a manner of seconds, with the loose ends tied it was time to return to Donna. Roger had to do something about the crying, well more so the noise that it gave rise to, a sock from one of his incapacitated cronies provided a solution, albeit unhygienic. Cracking his knuckles Roger set about proving his prowess to the Society, how better then to bend a hero's will to his own, he would break and use her as if she were nothing more then a tool.
Lost in the thoughts of glory, Roger failed to notice the rope tighten as his command wore off nor did he notice that he was straying dangerously close to the woman, no he was far to busy imagining the look of disbelief upon Luthor's face when he came in with an obedient hero in tow. With these relatively happy thoughts filling his head Roger squat down to the woman's level and snickered, he truly relished the moments where such powerful individuals were reduced to mere mortals under his gaze. It would bring him great pleasure to bring her great pain and to turn her on all she loved, “So Miss Troy, how are you enjoying my services? I hope you are finding them to be as satisfying as your comrades did.” Another laugh, he recalled the anguish he'd brought to the likes of Power Girl and the Flash, their pain would be nothing compared to what he was about to unleash upon Donna Troy. Placing a hand on her cheek he once more directed her gaze at his, his lips curled into a vicious smile as he prepared to warp her reality, just one of the many abilities granted to him by the Medusa Mask.
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Post by donna on Aug 19, 2012 8:49:27 GMT -5
Villains were different all with varying gimmicks, names, and the way they schemed plotted and planned. Various different M.O. in every one of them. Yet all of them had similarities that stood out clearer than the nose on their faces. Arrogance, overconfidence and predictability. Once you learn their basic stratagem, it hardly ever varies because seldom are they sharp enough to learn new tricks. Donna was confident seeing her broken down like this would bring the Psycho Pirate to that level of confidence and get him to gloat over his supposed victory. If she knew anything about him beside the fact he had taken down some powerful heroes in the past, it was that he had to repeat his commands to his victims within moments. If he waited to long between instilling his desired emotions into people there would be a window of opportunity to seize an opening and punch his face in before he could make another sound. That was what Donna would wait for. Her it was probably her only chance unless somehow, some way, Diana would sense her predicament through their mental link and ride t the rescue. A long shot but Donna Troy at this moment was low on options.
She was an amazon and she would not go down like a whipped dog running off with it's tail between it's legs. Despite the sickness in her stomach and the pain in her head she was silently counting seconds to see how long after his first command it would take for the emotion he called on to start subsiding. Her stomach already was feeling the first wave of relief wash through it. Unfortunately he had sensed it to. She was flexuing her leg, looking for the perfect place to shove it on his person when he directed another assault, this one that came as a result of her most hidden memories being unlocked. The death of Terry and Robert Long. Images began to play in her head, images of nightmares long ago that started to haunt her once more.
Her ebony strands had his fingers laced in them and were being yanked until her head was forced to make contact with his. Before she could squeeze them shut her lower lip began to quiver. Her whole face soured, her heart was breaking and the powerful amazon was reduced to a mass of sobbing flesh, covering her eyes and crying with loud sobs while he shoved her down face first and she rolled to her side. Hands covering her face and her tear filled eyes turning her fingers into prunes. It was getti9ng hard to think with sound reason. She hadn't been there when the wreck had happened and yet her mind was filled with images of what it must have been like the day her ex-husband and son were tragically killed in a car crash. From sobbing to hysterical, grief filled rage, Donna started to climb to her feet, looking for something, anything to vent on. Driving fist after fist into the nearest building to release pent-up sadness would feel very good right now.
Her arms became stiff, tightened as she curled her hands to fists about to unload un the building on the left of the alley when everything felt like it was made of jello. She could barely and suddenly lift her arms to swing. Eyes that were stinging with tires suddenly ached from exhaustion and the Amazon princess slowly dropped to the ground again. Yawning and stretching as though it had been years since she last slept and certain that Rip Van Troy could so so for the next 20. She was too worn to provide resistance when he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her further into darkness. Having her wrists and ankles bound together by her own tool provided another challenge, added to that of the difficulty of resisting his commands. Whereas the fact was widely known Diana's lasso could force people to tell nothing but the truth, lesser know was the fact that Donna's forced it's target to do nothing except exactly what they were told to. In short, if Roger Hayden learned of this, she was screwed doublefold.
Now sobbing and feeling she was about to drift into sleep on a one way trip, both emotions were slowly beginning to diminish as the fool stood there wasting time reflecting and perhaps patting himself on the back was buying Donna seconds that were a precious commodity, trying to wiggle free of both her own lasso and his emotional grip. Her silence to his taunt brought him down where she wanted him, no doubt annoying him in the process because she wouldn't give him the pleasure of giving an audible answer. Instead she struck back the only way she still could. A last ditch effort to make a recovery as her forehead butted hard against his, an angry snarl on her lips in retaliation. If that did not slow him down long enough to allow her to crawl out of this, there be no more chances.
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Post by Psycho Pirate on Aug 22, 2012 1:35:19 GMT -5
Sharp pain radiated across his face as the woman's head crashed into the metal surface of the Medusa Mask, the force of the blow sent Roger tumbling backwards and inspired a bloody trickle from his now broken nose. Exhaling sharply as he fought the tears, Roger scrambled to his feet ready now to exact his revenge, he had considered being gentle on the Amazon, now those compassionate thoughts were expelled from his mind and malice stood in their stead. Steadying himself, Roger looked down upon the writhing and panicked body of the once proud hero, her confidence and power had all but abandoned her, wracked by an obvious desperation the woman attempted to worm away from him. Smiling through the blood, it brought Roger pleasure to see the hero in such a state, and the knowledge that she would not escape his gaze made the all the pain worth it. Staggering over to his captive, Roger threaded his fingers through her hair and yanked hard up before slamming her face down into the bitumen's jagged teeth in a futile hope to return the favour, though he doubted that he would be able to even split her skin let alone break her nose. Using his foot, Roger rolled the Amazon over and pressed his knees into her chest, in a bid to prevent her from moving again, now she would be at his mercy.
Forcing her eyes to look into his took little effort for the woman must have felt the extreme futility of resisting his will, perhaps the heroine had already given in and accepted whichever fate awaited her at his hands. Looking upon her tear stained face, Roger supposed there was some truth to his thoughts and despite the ease that this would gift him, he was slightly disappointed that the Amazon's fight had so quickly deserted her. Though he had often found those who'd experienced great loss were far more readily manipulated then their luckier counterparts, it was just an unexpected turn of events for a woman such as Donna Troy to become so willingly malleable. Not willing to look this gift horse in the mouth, Roger began to work his virulent magic on her, he would turn her against all she loved and make her destroy what little she had left that made her happy. Licking the caking blood from his lips, Roger grinned, he was going to destroy this hero, she would fall from her ivory tower and he would be the one to have pushed her. Pressing his face against his captives, Roger hissed, “Miss Troy, don't you despise your own kind, both clans, heroes and Amazons had forsaken you. Why should you love them, when they do nothing to aid you, you hate them don't you? You loathe them.” While it was a common emotion, hate had proven to be a great motivator.
Lifting himself off her chest, Roger gripped her shoulders and pulled her onto her knees, he would begin the next phase of her conversion, he would make her love the very people she had dedicated her life to stopping, he would infatuate her with the concept of villainy. Smirking as he peered into her hate-filled eyes, Roger now cooed at the doomed hero, “You know I would never forsake you, the villains you despised are the family you long for. You love us and we, you.” The layering of contrasting emotions would cause a mental friction within Donna's mind and there was a chance that it could cause irreparable damage to her psyche, the likes that even the Martian Manhunter would be unable to fix.
Convinced that the woman was now significantly under his control, Roger set her free from her physical bonds, content to manipulate her as they walked, he was eager to distance himself from the scene of the crime. Grabbing her by the hand, Roger beckoned for the confused Amazon to follow his lead, he was going to take her somewhere a little less sinister where they could talk, perhaps a park or even in her apartment. Now that Donna Troy was but mere putty in his hands there was no need to lurk in a dingy alley when they could continue their discussion in a more comfortable setting. Turning to face his thrall, Roger again cooed, “Miss Troy, you would be delighted to take me to your home, would you not?” His task may have just become a pleasant one, especially now that the woman had stopped trying to kill him.
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Post by donna on Aug 22, 2012 6:38:06 GMT -5
Success was hers, The goddesses had not deserted her. Her headbutt careened off his chrome covered face with ferocity and she managed to crack the faintest of smiles when he tumbled backwards. As much as she hated what she knew she had to do next however there was no saner option. True Donna Troy would enjoy nothing greater than to charge against him even in her restrained form, to use her weight like a battering ram once she got to her feet and flatten him further for good measure. That however would take too much time and give him too many seconds to prepare. She hated the idea of retreating and walking away much less crawling but she had to do it and pray for a merciful soul to aid her in unwrapping her limps from the strands of her lasso.
He was on her before she made it a foot away but she would never give the filthy monster the privilege of hearing her beg or plead for mercy. Her face tried to form a defiant glare but there were still lingering effects of tears and drowsiness penetrating deep into her bound limbs. She spat on him when he grabbed her hair by the roots but with no leverage was forced to hit the ground face first. Far from the hardest strike ever taken against her but doubt was starting to creep in once more. Her head was throbbing but it would take far worse to wound or scar her flesh.
She was still an amazon and a proud one. A warrior born and a noble one. Even when he turned her over and buried his knees into her chest and drove a fraction of air from her lungs she still struggled to maintain whatever grasp on her own dignity that she could and she would fight it right to the end. Tragedy can either break a person or shape their destiny and provide their strength in time of trial. Donna struggled for the latter, now when she needed it most.
Her moment of hope and self encouragement was dashed when she felt his knees sink even deeper to push more air out of her lungs. Her eyes widened when he pressed his face against hers and for a second she actually trembled at what the sick, human male mind would be capable of in the next few moments. Thankfully or not, those fears didn't come to fruition. Instead she felt other feelings welling up inside her whole he locked his face, literally, on to hers and proved he had still other things in mind.
Tears turned to boiling blood. A face that had been flushed with them moments ago now reddened with sheer hatred. Terry was dead. everyone she cared about had let her down. She tried to deny the truth even now. She'd clearly denied it for so long but yet now everything was BECOMING clear. Everyone had turned her back on her. She has given and given and given, been den mother and referee for the Titans, confidant and strong right arm for Diana, her mother and the Amazons and yet when she needs them they deny her, desert her and despise her. They were all to blame. "Yes. I despise them all. My whole family, friends. T hate them all. They will PAY for abandoning me." Her voice dripped with venom as she curled a fist out of rage and slammed it down to the pavement beside her in a blow that rocked ths surrounding block.
She breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling with relief when helped her to her feet. She was sorry she ever became associated with the Amazons or Titans. She passionately loathed her own flesh and blood and the next time she saw them their blood would be spilled. It all made perfect sense now. HE was the only person that cared. He was more like real family than her own sisters and mother had been. That's what he was telling her and it seemed to make so much sense in her heart. That is where she felt the peace.
No. She was an amazon. Her heart may be giving in but her conscience was still battling tooth and nail to the point of s kull splitting migraine to resist him. Donna Troy was at war in spite of his magical energies. She was struggling but unable to avoid his instructions. Free from the lasso now she was still unable to move, at the mercy of his commands but inwardly pushing against the tide before the flood drowned her, hoping for a chance to swim back to shore. Her heart made her his but in her mind she was still an Amazon warrior and hero. The lasso he had taken from her and the gauntlets she wore were signs of pride. She had to hold on but it was getting harder. Inside a fissure was developing inside her psyche threatening to split it into shards of broken dreams and shattered reality
"Of course. Anything you desire." She answered but not with a smile. Hands were now gripping at her forehead wanting to tear the skin off and claw the pain away while she led him back to her apartment, a short walk, unlocked the entrance and encouraged her confidant to make himself at home while she eased down onto the couch, watching and waiting helplessly. He had her best interests at heart. She felt safe, secure and at ease with him despite the near breaking point the stress of his medusa mask was pushing her toward. In the near distance there was a cliff and her feet were getting closer to slipping off the edge like the coyote
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Post by Psycho Pirate on Aug 22, 2012 9:02:24 GMT -5
The extent to which the Amazon was following his commands was surprising, she was quite accommodating to almost all of Roger's commands with almost no sign of physical resistance, the thought that the great Donna Troy was already succumbing to his attacks was truly euphoric. As was the fact she didn't attack him when he released her from the bonds of her lasso, an item that was almost as useful as his Medusa Mask, one that he stuffed into the briefcase that had held his mask. Following the conflicted heroine from the alley and out into the street, Roger prayed that they would flit along the thoroughfare fast and inconspicuously enough to avoid detection, he wasn't entirely keen on the idea of having Doctor Cyber commenting on his sloppy work or worse, telling Luthor about it. Thankfully his fears were not realised as there were very few, if any pedestrians to be met on their path, he guessed it had something to do with the lack of lighting and the dingy atmosphere, it was nice to see a hero living in less then opulent conditions. Though he supposed being a part time photographer hardly allowed Miss Troy to make any form of serious bank, especially the kind that it took to live in a penthouse like some of her more financially counterparts.
It only took them a minute to traverse the potential pitfall that was the street and mere seconds to secret themselves away within Donna's apartment, which was quite comfortable though that was to be expected, it was unlikely that an individual below the poverty line would turn to heroics that didn't pay. Closing the door behind the distracted woman, Roger watched her slump down onto her couch, obviously the internal debate between her beliefs and his commands was draining the heroine of her vigour. Smirking he wandered over to the coffee table that sat before the sofa that the exhausted woman rested upon, Roger reclined onto the table, sitting atop a number of portfolios and magazines. Now that his face was level with his victim's, Roger could continue wreaking havoc on her mind, it would only take a few more subtle pushes and Donna would slide over the edge into an abyss from which she would never escape. Smiling at the thought, Roger picked his next words carefully, “You know, Miss Troy, it isn't just your ilk that betrayed you. The very people for whom you risk your life, the politicians, the citizens of the world, they spit on you. They don't care whether you live or die, they don't even take the time to thank you for your sacrifices.” Lacing his voice again with a strong sense of loathing and a hint of of annoyance, Roger attempted to alter the very core of the heroine's being, he tried to alter her very purpose.
Leaning back, Roger waited for any sort of sign that the Amazon had taken his suggestion on board, he knew that the human mind was a complex piece of biological technology and it the stress that it could take varied between individuals but he also was aware of the fact that like all intricate machines it would break. Comforted by the knowledge that it was only a matter of time, Roger was content to just sit in the woman's apartment and watch her slowly turn to the dark side. Smirking at his attempt at a witty quip, he was sure that had he been in public he would have chastised himself for the Joker-esque nonsense but here, hidden away from the potential judgement of others, he was safe to be a little carefree. Confident that Donna was almost completely under his control, Roger allowed his eyes to wander, even picking up one of the many portfolios that littered the room and flicking through her work as he waited for order to be reestablished in her chaotic psyche. Hopefully said order was that which Roger had suggested because he hardly had an escape route and he doubted that a sane Amazon would allow him to leave their abode with all his limbs intact let alone alive.
As his eyes drifted across the space that was Donna Troy's living room, Roger noticed a series of overturned photo frames and a thick layer of dust adorning them, it didn't take a genius to guess the nature of the pictures or whose visages they housed. It was almost a pity that Luthor had picked this hero, she had already endured a great amount of suffering, now she was about to lose everything that she had left, she would be ostracised from the community that she probably thought of as a family. Almost a pity. Impatience started to nag at him, Roger had been hoping to get this tiresome affair over and done with before the sun rose, though it would appear that he would not get away before dawn. It was beginning to look as though he would have to stay in the city, perhaps he would have a complaint Donna fold out the sofa bed and make him some breakfast, Roger snorted at the idea of reducing a hero to a housemaid. Clicking his fingers before his host's face, Roger attempted to stir her from the stupor, “Are you still with me Miss Troy? How are you feeling?” With a laugh he couldn't resist tacking on an honest question, “Do you know how to make an omelette?” Roger couldn't help it if he was hungry, he might just omit it from the report.
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Post by donna on Aug 22, 2012 18:13:23 GMT -5
Only in New York City could a heroine and an Amazon dressed in full costume and as recognizable as Donna Tory was could she walk down the sidewalk with a faraway look in her eyes and expression to match that would indicate she was teetering on the brink of insanity only for absolutely everyone that saw her and the supervillain following her to either not notice or not give a flip. Sure, lots of people knew her. She was Donna Troy, the other amazon princess with the sister that didn't give a damn, took her for granted and never gave her the love she deserved. That's what Roger had told her and he'd never lie to her. He was the only person that really cared. Quoth the pirate...nevermore.
A few minutes later they were inside and the man was sitting down across from her, callously positioning himself atop some of her life's work that rested beneath him on the coffee table. In her heart he was her savior. In her mind he was still nothing more than a foul demon that needed to be banished. She was struggling to hold on to that thought but even what remained of sound logic and judgment was slipping away. She was fighting for the last vestiges of her sanity, hoping for one last window of opportunity to be provided by his overconfidence and arrogance. he provided it rather quickly. She felt hatred, sadness and exhaustion though the last 2 emotions had all but fleeted away by now. It was all about hate and trying to keep it from drowning her.
It was then that the answer she needed was pushed open. He thought he had her hook line and sinker. He wasn't far off but she had enough space to wiggle free one last time or so she hoped. In his vanity he was telling her things about her life and how she was wrong to trust the people she served but he wasn't feeding her any direct emotions to wash those comments down with. No she was still an amazon. The metallic objects attached to her arms were reminders of that and with them, that was her lifeline between sanity and a total collapse. He spoke of how everyone she was sworn to protect and serve spit on her. In that moment she still felt the hatred toward each and every one of them. Politicians, normal citizens.....and the criminals themselves. Even they had rights. Legal rights.
Bam! There it was.
They were all slime and they all deserved to die. She buried her face in her hands, thinking about all the years she had tried to do the right thing the way she was raised and yet everyone betrayed her in the end. Noone was worthy of her wasting her gifts on. Not her family, her teammates, the citizens of man's world nor any of the villains. She swore to protect their legal rights and yet they spit on her too. None of them could be trusted. Especially both the cretin sitting before her.. A peek at the indestructible gauntlets served to try and bring it all back to her. The last barrier separating who she is and who the pirate wanted her to become.
When he clicked his fingers and made the comment meant to more or less insinuate she'd just become his slave girl, she dropped her hands. The look of hatred and anger was inn her eyes and instead of confusion the Psycho Pirate would see rage in her eyes as she lunged for his throat, hoping to succeed in one final attempt to break free and quickly before he figured out where he went wrong.
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Post by Psycho Pirate on Aug 22, 2012 23:00:38 GMT -5
The Amazon may not have known how to crack an egg but she certainly tried to break through his shell, but to Roger's amazement and relief, the woman didn't possess the strength to spill his yolk. It hadn't been all that difficult to avoid her attack, the instant her emotional state altered from that which he had instilled within her, Roger knew that she would retaliate in some fashion. The moment she lashed out at him, Roger shifted his body mass out of the way and grabbed the Amazonian's offending limb, yanking it further then she had intended and sending her centre of gravity forward. Relinquishing the woman's arm as her body sailed past his, Roger was satisfied now that he believed he had extinguished the immediate threat. Any inkling of sympathy he had felt for the wretched woman dissipated the second she purposed herself to cause him bodily harm of the grievous nature, she had already scathed his form far more then Roger would have liked, the scratching sensation of dried blood reminded him of that damage all to well. Groaning as he lifted his body up from the coffee table, Roger again found himself standing over the clearly defeated Amazon, though this time he would allow for no more resistance.
With eager hands Roger stripped Donna Troy of her dignity and shattered her pride, reefing the gauntlets from her wrists without any form of tenderness, he knew that the Amazon had been clinging onto her identity and these trinkets were likely aiding her in that undesirable process. Tossing the over-glorified bracelets over his shoulder, Roger had little use for them now, a the Amazon for they would offer her no protection against the full power of the Medusa Mask. Kicking her hard in the ribs, Roger managed to roll the harpy onto her back, though in doing so he jarred some of his toes, the woman's muscles were quite toned. Exhaling sharply, Roger once more lowered himself to the woman's level, though this time he sent strong waves of apathy before him, bombarding the Amazonian with an emotion that would end her earthly concerns and finally ensure that she succumbed to his commands. Now that she had been prepared for his last assault on her psyche, Roger savoured the victory, he had defeated the great Donna Troy, she was his. With upturned lips, Roger's mouth formed a wicked grin as he spoke, “Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!” His words were laced with an infinite sadness, hopefully one that would be the straw that broke the camel's back, “Nothing beside remains. You will know the truth Miss Troy. The world you loved has decayed to ruin by the hand of the heroes you held dear. Choose now, will it be the world or they that burn?” Roger thought that this would be the corner to turn, he knew that a new Donna Troy would emerge, he only hoped it would be the one he had hoped to create.
Once more releasing her from his grasp, Roger concentrated on the ambient emotions, ready to avoid another attack should it come. As he waited for the Amazon to rise from the ashes of the former Donna Troy, Roger set about acquiring the lasso he'd confiscated, opening his briefcase he removed the magic rope and prepared it. He hoped to gift it back to a reborn Amazonian thrall, though Roger would be just as comfortable wielding it on a revenge crazed Donna Troy, neither phased him though he strongly preferred one of the circumstances. Seconds passed in what felt like eons as he waited to witness the fruits of his efforts, the anxiety he felt rivalled that when he'd faced down an angry Black Adam, though this was different due to the fact he was eager for success not frightened for his life. Below him the floor creaked, she was beginning to stir, now was the moment of truth.
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Post by donna on Aug 23, 2012 5:01:12 GMT -5
Free for the moment of further emotional nudges from her tormentor, the majority of damage had already been done. Donna was off her game when she thrust out an arm to wrap fingers around his neck. Her timing was off, her speed slowed and he saw the move coming so predictable in it's nature it was. It was her arm that had been grabbed instead and in that instant it was all over but the shouting. Her body actually flipped in mid-air when he pulled on her arm and sent her tumbling forward. She fell hard on her back and he was standing over her before she could push herself up. without warning while she was in her state of disorientation trying to shale the cobwebs from her head, he wasted no time. Donna Troy literally screamed when he unclasped her Amazon gauntlets. The only thing remaining capable of keeping her damaged psyche in tact. It wasn't just a weapon he was robbing her of. It was symbolic. The last shreds of her dignity literally went with them
In the recesses of her subconsciousness, Donna Troy was screaming like a child that just had her favorite toy taken away out of parental punishment as a result of a grounding. All that remained of Donna Troy, the one she knew when she looked in the mirror every morning crumbled like a house of cards when he tossed the objects over her shoulder. Her mind literally exploded on the spot. The once proud amazon was now backpedaling; crawling trying to get away when he met her ribs with the hard kick. Physically there was not enough pain from the mere mortal to inflict serious damage but mentally, she was broken and involuntarily rolled over for him at his prompt. Her resistance and her will were both null and void.
Laying flat on her back again and at his mercy as he met her eyes with the mask, Donna Troy's hands trembled, her body shook. Now hope wasn't just fleeting, it was gone. His words . Yes they made perfect sense now. He was right. Nothing else mattered. Ev everyone had forsaken her. It was now her turn to forsake them. The heroes must be destroyed. The heroes. The amazons with her sister at the top of the list. It was payback time. They would suffer. SHE would make them pay. The light was gone from her eyes. Her mind had been shattered and rebuilt with the Psycho pirate molding it like clay. Donna Troy had indeed been reborn.. Darkness overwhelmed her. Her eyes grew cold and narrowed. Her heart grew callous and indifferent to the needs of noone but herself and those she would soon call her allies, starting with the Psycho Pirate. The rest of the world would burn. There was nothing left but contempt and hatred. What she had received is what she would unleash from now on.
As she finally re-awoke and stood to her feet, her expression was hard, no impossible to read. She betrayed her thoughts not in the slightest bit while she walked over to reclaim her property. The lasso recoiled and clipped to her belt then her indestructible amazonian gauntlets fitted back into place upon her wrists. She spoke not a single word at the Psycho Pirate nor did she give him so much as a second look,. Her focus turned to pictures hidden behind glass panes that sat on a shelf nearby. Pictures of former teammates, her mother and her sister Diana. Sitting there neatly in an organized row. Reminders of times that now made her want to regurgitate. With an angry scream, she slid her arm across the shelf, creating quite the noise as she smashed each and everyone of them. Vows of vengeance being made in a hateful tone as she wrecked any and everything that would tie her to any of them save for one.
It was a symbol of royalty although she hardly ever wore it when away from her homeland. This was hers and soon she would wear a bigger crown. Hippolyta's crown would eventually belong to her and Diana would either serve her or perish. For now though it was merely the crown of a princess that was positioned in her forehead to compliment the attire of the new Donna Troy.
A smirk was on her lips when she finally turned back to the man who had freed her. She owed him her life and she would repay that debt. For now she suspected he had more on his mind than watching her have a tantrum. "Shall we go? I believe we have a a world full of dragons to slay, my handsome knight."
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