Post by nbgangsta on Aug 10, 2011 17:58:32 GMT -5
Author notes:
First attempt at a decent story featuring my Blade character Aelia. I might edit it and cut out some of the '... says' dialog.
Just so you know, Aelia (wrongfully) blames the Champions for her cybernetic arm, this also gave her a twisted view on right and wrong.
I write thoughts like this - Why am I doing this? -
Feedback is appreciated.
Chapter 0: Not a hero
"Aelia! What the hell is this?!" Her boss asked her.
Cuts in Aelia's arm showed parts of her cybernetics. The synthetic skin was purely cosmetic but a cashier with a cybernetic arm did not go well with customers.
People had a tendency to think more than just her left arm was robotic and therefor pitied her even though it was she who pitied them.
Aelia had a secret life which didn't bring in any money and was dangerous too, she was a vigilante.
Aelia chose to become a vigilante when she was being mugged by two men and one, completely wired, stabbed her cybernetic arm. She didn't feel the pain but the skin covering it up didn't come cheap. Aelia was furious and hit him in the face breaking most of his bones. The other fled. Aelia then 'mugged back' to teach him a lesson. It was then that she decided to become a hero, or rather a vigilante.
But back to the present. Aelia told her boss she had gotten mugged which he believed. Truth was that she had been hunting a hitman for a while and finally caught the bastard. He had put up quite a fight but disarmed and helpless he was at her mercy. Mercy did not come cheap with six broken knuckles, a dislocated shoulder, a cracked rib and plenty of cuts and bruises. Aelia always told herself not to kill a man but that didn't mean she couldn't give 'em hell.
"I'm glad you're alright." He lied. Aelia's boss wanted another cashier even since he knew about her arm, a breach of contract meant he would pay dearly for firing her. It would've been all the same for Aelia, maybe even better.
Being a vigilante was expensive and her latest catch had cost her another Kevlar vest.
When bringing justice to the streets Aelia wore red and black camouflage pants, a red belt, a red and black shirt and her Kevlar body armor. For her eyes she used a custom mask. She had figured out a supplier of masks and ordered one anonymously. Her weapon was a medieval longsword which was among the belongings of her deceased grandfather. Aelia's grandfather was a historian and the blade was his most prized possession. His son, to much of his delight, became a scientist and got married two years after his graduation. What came next was unexpected. Aelia's parents began working for Doctor Destroyer. Then, when they couldn't deliver what they promised, they were visited by some of his thugs. The lab got torn apart and as chemicals spilled an explosion followed. Aelia was at the front door, heading home from school and her left arm was caught in the blast. Her arm got amputated and on her eighteenth birthday replaced by a cybernetic arm.
The arm was a gift from Burrel Industries which is owned by David Burrel, probably better known as Justiciar.
- Another boring day come to an end. - Aelia thought as she opened her closet and took out her disguise. She had made a name for herself as a nameless vigilante ((Being creative here )). No name, no emblem, just a bone-breaking crime fighter. Little did she know that her nighttime dress-up was about to change.
From the roof of her apartment she could see the New Purple Gang and Cobra Lords. Both of them were on their toes after she had accidentally threw a thug off a rooftop. The fall wouldn't have killed him had he been healthy but Aelia had already blessed the man with two cracked ribs and kept pushing for information. She didn't freeze up, she had killed a man before, long, long ago.
Aelia didn't hear the Champion behind her, she was looking for a fiend to punish, her next 'fix'.
"I must say, you've scared them well." A voice spoke. The voice sounded familiar but Witchcraft's presence was still a great surprise.
"I did, didn't I?" She said proudly, a smile painted on her face.
"We know who you are and it wasn't rocket science either." Witchcraft stated with a serious tone.
"Why do you care?" Aelia did not care for the witch's warning, she had done well enough without them.
"The Champions protect all citizens, even vigilantes."
"And criminals." Aelia added to taunt the Champion.
"We punish them as the law sees fit. We are not the law ourselves, we merely uphold it-" Witchcraft began to lecture.
"Obviously you think my force is excessive." Aelia interrupted her like a school girl taunting her teacher.
"Yes, and-" Witchcraft calmly began but her calm voice enraged Aelia further.
"But you don't see what I see! The problem lies in the system."
"Enlighten me." Witchcraft said agitated.
"You uphold the law, a law that was made for ordinary men, punishments that would force ordinary men to adjust so order could be maintained. Supervillains don't disturb order, they dislocate it. As UNTIL replaced the MCPD to fight Supervillains, so should a new set of rules and punishments be made to replace the law."
"What you're suggesting is nonsense, you can't replace the law."
"'Course I can't! If I could I would've been a damn politician! I hunt them down and break their fingers so they can't shoot the innocent, break their legs so they can't chase the innocent and I punch out their teeth so they can't cheat the innocent. "
"You're dangerously close to killing them and-"
"And what if I do, kill them, hm? You think I fear their petty vengeance? I'll embrace death with open arms if it means the world will become a safer place."
"I guess I was wrong."
"Wrong about what?" Aelia said, annoyed by the champion's obviously faked indifference.
"I thought you could change, that you could be a champion."
Aelia laughed at the nature of the champion's visit.
"If you thought for even a second that I would join you, you really haven't done your homework. The Champions don't do much more than bully criminals, they simply do their time and just go back to work. Go home, Witchcraft. You're wasting your time."
First attempt at a decent story featuring my Blade character Aelia. I might edit it and cut out some of the '... says' dialog.
Just so you know, Aelia (wrongfully) blames the Champions for her cybernetic arm, this also gave her a twisted view on right and wrong.
I write thoughts like this - Why am I doing this? -
Feedback is appreciated.
Chapter 0: Not a hero
"Aelia! What the hell is this?!" Her boss asked her.
Cuts in Aelia's arm showed parts of her cybernetics. The synthetic skin was purely cosmetic but a cashier with a cybernetic arm did not go well with customers.
People had a tendency to think more than just her left arm was robotic and therefor pitied her even though it was she who pitied them.
Aelia had a secret life which didn't bring in any money and was dangerous too, she was a vigilante.
Aelia chose to become a vigilante when she was being mugged by two men and one, completely wired, stabbed her cybernetic arm. She didn't feel the pain but the skin covering it up didn't come cheap. Aelia was furious and hit him in the face breaking most of his bones. The other fled. Aelia then 'mugged back' to teach him a lesson. It was then that she decided to become a hero, or rather a vigilante.
But back to the present. Aelia told her boss she had gotten mugged which he believed. Truth was that she had been hunting a hitman for a while and finally caught the bastard. He had put up quite a fight but disarmed and helpless he was at her mercy. Mercy did not come cheap with six broken knuckles, a dislocated shoulder, a cracked rib and plenty of cuts and bruises. Aelia always told herself not to kill a man but that didn't mean she couldn't give 'em hell.
"I'm glad you're alright." He lied. Aelia's boss wanted another cashier even since he knew about her arm, a breach of contract meant he would pay dearly for firing her. It would've been all the same for Aelia, maybe even better.
Being a vigilante was expensive and her latest catch had cost her another Kevlar vest.
When bringing justice to the streets Aelia wore red and black camouflage pants, a red belt, a red and black shirt and her Kevlar body armor. For her eyes she used a custom mask. She had figured out a supplier of masks and ordered one anonymously. Her weapon was a medieval longsword which was among the belongings of her deceased grandfather. Aelia's grandfather was a historian and the blade was his most prized possession. His son, to much of his delight, became a scientist and got married two years after his graduation. What came next was unexpected. Aelia's parents began working for Doctor Destroyer. Then, when they couldn't deliver what they promised, they were visited by some of his thugs. The lab got torn apart and as chemicals spilled an explosion followed. Aelia was at the front door, heading home from school and her left arm was caught in the blast. Her arm got amputated and on her eighteenth birthday replaced by a cybernetic arm.
The arm was a gift from Burrel Industries which is owned by David Burrel, probably better known as Justiciar.
- Another boring day come to an end. - Aelia thought as she opened her closet and took out her disguise. She had made a name for herself as a nameless vigilante ((Being creative here )). No name, no emblem, just a bone-breaking crime fighter. Little did she know that her nighttime dress-up was about to change.
From the roof of her apartment she could see the New Purple Gang and Cobra Lords. Both of them were on their toes after she had accidentally threw a thug off a rooftop. The fall wouldn't have killed him had he been healthy but Aelia had already blessed the man with two cracked ribs and kept pushing for information. She didn't freeze up, she had killed a man before, long, long ago.
Aelia didn't hear the Champion behind her, she was looking for a fiend to punish, her next 'fix'.
"I must say, you've scared them well." A voice spoke. The voice sounded familiar but Witchcraft's presence was still a great surprise.
"I did, didn't I?" She said proudly, a smile painted on her face.
"We know who you are and it wasn't rocket science either." Witchcraft stated with a serious tone.
"Why do you care?" Aelia did not care for the witch's warning, she had done well enough without them.
"The Champions protect all citizens, even vigilantes."
"And criminals." Aelia added to taunt the Champion.
"We punish them as the law sees fit. We are not the law ourselves, we merely uphold it-" Witchcraft began to lecture.
"Obviously you think my force is excessive." Aelia interrupted her like a school girl taunting her teacher.
"Yes, and-" Witchcraft calmly began but her calm voice enraged Aelia further.
"But you don't see what I see! The problem lies in the system."
"Enlighten me." Witchcraft said agitated.
"You uphold the law, a law that was made for ordinary men, punishments that would force ordinary men to adjust so order could be maintained. Supervillains don't disturb order, they dislocate it. As UNTIL replaced the MCPD to fight Supervillains, so should a new set of rules and punishments be made to replace the law."
"What you're suggesting is nonsense, you can't replace the law."
"'Course I can't! If I could I would've been a damn politician! I hunt them down and break their fingers so they can't shoot the innocent, break their legs so they can't chase the innocent and I punch out their teeth so they can't cheat the innocent. "
"You're dangerously close to killing them and-"
"And what if I do, kill them, hm? You think I fear their petty vengeance? I'll embrace death with open arms if it means the world will become a safer place."
"I guess I was wrong."
"Wrong about what?" Aelia said, annoyed by the champion's obviously faked indifference.
"I thought you could change, that you could be a champion."
Aelia laughed at the nature of the champion's visit.
"If you thought for even a second that I would join you, you really haven't done your homework. The Champions don't do much more than bully criminals, they simply do their time and just go back to work. Go home, Witchcraft. You're wasting your time."