Who: Wanda, Maddie, NPC vamps, open
What: The alleyway fight from Hell
Where: Vacant lot across the alley from Maddie's Bar
When: After midnight
Rating: SOLID R for vampires, impalement, and Maddie's mouth
Wanda was proud of herself for not screaming.
She was not social. She had come here chasing up a rumor that there was a local all-night spot that welcomes mutants. And yes, she had found the place--but the few blocks of searching had picked her up a tail.
Three young Gothic-types, in leather, wearing sunglasses at night. The studious Doctor, already missing the comfort and safety of her isolated penthouse, had tensed at the first slow deliberate tap of their boots behind her. Knowing, instinctively, that they were in trouble. Worrying.
But not for the reasons they might have expected.I'm going to have to hurt them. If they startle me too much, I might lose control. Oh Gods. What might happen this time?
She depended on the precise exercise of True Will...of magic...to harness her powers with any dependability. If her emotions flared up overmuch, something...uncontrollable...might happen.
They had shocked her almost at once, going from a slowly speeding walk behind her to standing in front, too fast to be human, just there, a wall of white-skinned muscle and their eyes behind the glasses were just...wrong....
Her first impulse was to shout a warning at them: that she was a mutant too, that they should find themselves someone else to mug and save themselves a very nasty time. But before she could even draw breath--one of them had grabbed her.
She somehow kept her silence as she felt cold iron-hard hands close on her wrists. He was very tall; dragged her to the tips her her toes and leered down at her as his lips curled back from snaggled shark-teeth.
"Get off me," she managed to hiss as her heart started trying to pound its way out of her chest.
They just chuckled, the other two moving in closer. Their breath smelled like copper pennies and rot. The biggest one yanked her upward toward his yawning mouth and its rows of back-bent teeth.
If shock was dangerous for her, outrage was worse.It
broke loose inside of her, in a great red-stained wave, turning anger to hate and hate to pleasure and she saw that terrible glare gathering in the corners of things, around the three figures, around her, and then the humming started--that low, almost subsonsic rumble that warned her there was no holding back anymore. She could only focus her intent. She wanted him to let go--and then he was letting go, all but flinging her from himself in shock. She stumbled back and the others stared at him, standing there now at a strange angle, leaning to one side with his head pushed over and a look of abject amazement on his broad white shark-face. An eight-foot length of steel railing had detached from the fire escape four stories above and fallen, and now pinned him from shoulder to hip and straight into the pavement.
"What the fuck?" one of the other monsters ventured.
"Her eyes are glowin'!" mumbled the third, staring at her.
"You get away from me," Wanda hissed through her teeth, fists at her sides as she advanced on them. Every once in a while her hands would twitch into spidery little gestures, like mudras, and red sparks would dance around them. "Go back to whatever Hell spawned you!" In times of stress, her accent thickened; right now she sounded fresh out of the Carpathians.
Then the impaled one yanked the bottom of the pole free from the ground and snarled.
She lost it completely. "I said, get away!"
The sound of metal wrenching filled the air; the fire escapes trembled and groaned. Length after length of worked iron and steel peeled themselves from their frameworks and tumbled down toward the...thing...lumbering to meet her.
The organic crunch of a half-dozen metal bars impaling the figure at once brought bile to the back of her throat. Somewhere behind the fading rage, she was cowering in horror from herself. I just killed a man,
she thought frantically. And I liked it. What am I?
Then the man, still twitching and grunting and wearing an astonished look, crumbled into cinders.
That was when Wanda screamed.
Inside the bar, Maddie heard that long, shrill, horror-movie scream above the jukebox music and the conversation, and popped up from her seat like a meerkat. "Jose, cut the music! OK, guys, we got problems right outside." No point calling the cops--they'd likely arrest any mutants on the scene just to be contrary. "I need backup, now." She went behind the bar, came back out buckling on a pistol belt with something on the order of a hand-cannon shoved into its holster, and headed for the door, jaw set. Nobody starts shit right in front of my place!