Post by knighton on Mar 17, 2011 3:36:18 GMT -5
((Thought I'd try my hand at writing an origin story for the two heroes linked in my signature... it'll be a three part thing... and I'm not too knowledgeable on the different enemy factions of CO and what they do, so if something's wrong, that's probably why! ;D ))
PART I
“Success and failure. We think of them as opposites, but they’re really not...
They’re companions - the Hero and the Sidekick...”
- Laurence Shames
It was eerily quiet in the lab, as usual. That’s how he preferred it, of course; his best ideas came from absolute quiet. Thankfully, his assistant understood, so while he conducted research, all was silent. Until...
“Dr. Ferris...”
The greying Englishman, slightly spooked, looked up from his research, “What is it, Helen?”
The younger woman tapped a few buttons on the control panel and brought a video up on the monitor. Multiple angles, multiple cameras. Dr. Ferris wheeled his chair over to get a closer look at the surveillance tapes.
“Looks to be a minor break in at our research facility...” Helen said, scrutinizing the video, “But I can’t see any movement at all on the monitors... it looks like there’s nothing there...”
Dr. Ferris raised an eyebrow, “Nothing there?”
“What do we do?”
Dr. Ferris smirked as he pulled out his cell phone, “I’m sure Rhys can figure it out...”
This is a terrible idea! she thought as she hung off of the cage wall, avoiding the large, collegiate male trying to rearrange her face. She thought about using her powers, but the last time she tried that... well, it’s better not to talk about that again... Besides, she thought, it’s probably illegal in here and with my luck, I’d probably kill the guy... She heard the crowd cheering... or catcalling in her case. Thankfully they all thought she was a stringy male, due to her baggy sweats and balaclava concealing her face. I am going to kill Oswald when I see him next!
“GET DOWN HERE!” the blond male shouted as he jumped, trying to snare her leg.
Or maybe I won’t see him at all...? she thought as she felt the cage wall shake. Her fingers began to lose their grip and she felt herself fall. As she crumpled to the ring floor, the fight continued. A hand gripped the collar of her sweatshirt, and the guy hauled her up into the air. He smirked; she figured he could see the fear in her eyes, or maybe that was just her dramatizing the moment.
“Thought you could get away, huh?” he said; his alcohol laden breath stinging her nose, “Thought you could play dress up and come beat me up? You do know the ring is for guys who can actually fight, right? Why’re you wearing that stupid mask anyway?”
His other hand moved to remove the mask, and she squeaked a very un-masculine objection. Before she knew it, the mask was off, revealing her very un-masculine face and ponytail...
The crowd gasped and then continued their catcalls, but now in a terribly sexist fashion. Her opponent could only sputter in his shock, and she flinched when spit actually landed on her face...
“A chick?!” her opponent asked, “What the heck are you doing in here?”
She was literally speechless; the most she could do was shrug, but she doubted he could see it with him still holding onto her collar.
“Ah well... I can’t quit now, even if you are a girl... I’d get so much heat from the guys, y’know?”
“Understandable,” she squeaked, nodding, “I could fake an injury...?”
“Nah, they came here to see blood,” the guy, visibly intoxicated but apologetic, said, “Sorry, but I’ve gotta do this...”
He quickly reared his fist back; she clenched her eyes shut as his fist violently collided with her nose. She could hear it crunch, and felt the pain shoot all the way up into her forehead.
He then threw her to the ring floor and raised his hands in victory as she lay curled up into a ball with her hands over her nose. The college aged ‘referee’ signaled him the winner as she crawled up to her feet and exited the ring...
“Dang it, Gwen!”
“Can it, Oz...” she said, trying to stop the bleeding...
“I had bets on that fight!” Oz shouted, ripping up his ticket, “I figured you were gonna bust out the powers, like, PYOWWW! BZZANG! PZZZOM!”
Gwen shook her head, speaking quietly, unlike her adoptive brother, “I’m trying not to be conspicuous, Oz... if I used my powers, I’d be captured and experimented on or something! I’d rather not end up in an ARGENT lab and in a test tube...”
“I don’t think ARGENT does that,” Oz said as his wrist beeped. He looked down at his communicator and handed her an earpiece, “But speaking of labs, there’s been a break in at that small Ferris R&D lab in the downtown area of Millennium City. Maybe this’ll be a good chance for you to use your powers for good?”
Gwen shrugged, putting the small Bluetooth headset into her ear, “Worth a shot, I suppose... but there better not be people around, or this is gonna get awkward...”
PART I
“Success and failure. We think of them as opposites, but they’re really not...
They’re companions - the Hero and the Sidekick...”
- Laurence Shames
It was eerily quiet in the lab, as usual. That’s how he preferred it, of course; his best ideas came from absolute quiet. Thankfully, his assistant understood, so while he conducted research, all was silent. Until...
“Dr. Ferris...”
The greying Englishman, slightly spooked, looked up from his research, “What is it, Helen?”
The younger woman tapped a few buttons on the control panel and brought a video up on the monitor. Multiple angles, multiple cameras. Dr. Ferris wheeled his chair over to get a closer look at the surveillance tapes.
“Looks to be a minor break in at our research facility...” Helen said, scrutinizing the video, “But I can’t see any movement at all on the monitors... it looks like there’s nothing there...”
Dr. Ferris raised an eyebrow, “Nothing there?”
“What do we do?”
Dr. Ferris smirked as he pulled out his cell phone, “I’m sure Rhys can figure it out...”
This is a terrible idea! she thought as she hung off of the cage wall, avoiding the large, collegiate male trying to rearrange her face. She thought about using her powers, but the last time she tried that... well, it’s better not to talk about that again... Besides, she thought, it’s probably illegal in here and with my luck, I’d probably kill the guy... She heard the crowd cheering... or catcalling in her case. Thankfully they all thought she was a stringy male, due to her baggy sweats and balaclava concealing her face. I am going to kill Oswald when I see him next!
“GET DOWN HERE!” the blond male shouted as he jumped, trying to snare her leg.
Or maybe I won’t see him at all...? she thought as she felt the cage wall shake. Her fingers began to lose their grip and she felt herself fall. As she crumpled to the ring floor, the fight continued. A hand gripped the collar of her sweatshirt, and the guy hauled her up into the air. He smirked; she figured he could see the fear in her eyes, or maybe that was just her dramatizing the moment.
“Thought you could get away, huh?” he said; his alcohol laden breath stinging her nose, “Thought you could play dress up and come beat me up? You do know the ring is for guys who can actually fight, right? Why’re you wearing that stupid mask anyway?”
His other hand moved to remove the mask, and she squeaked a very un-masculine objection. Before she knew it, the mask was off, revealing her very un-masculine face and ponytail...
The crowd gasped and then continued their catcalls, but now in a terribly sexist fashion. Her opponent could only sputter in his shock, and she flinched when spit actually landed on her face...
“A chick?!” her opponent asked, “What the heck are you doing in here?”
She was literally speechless; the most she could do was shrug, but she doubted he could see it with him still holding onto her collar.
“Ah well... I can’t quit now, even if you are a girl... I’d get so much heat from the guys, y’know?”
“Understandable,” she squeaked, nodding, “I could fake an injury...?”
“Nah, they came here to see blood,” the guy, visibly intoxicated but apologetic, said, “Sorry, but I’ve gotta do this...”
He quickly reared his fist back; she clenched her eyes shut as his fist violently collided with her nose. She could hear it crunch, and felt the pain shoot all the way up into her forehead.
He then threw her to the ring floor and raised his hands in victory as she lay curled up into a ball with her hands over her nose. The college aged ‘referee’ signaled him the winner as she crawled up to her feet and exited the ring...
“Dang it, Gwen!”
“Can it, Oz...” she said, trying to stop the bleeding...
“I had bets on that fight!” Oz shouted, ripping up his ticket, “I figured you were gonna bust out the powers, like, PYOWWW! BZZANG! PZZZOM!”
Gwen shook her head, speaking quietly, unlike her adoptive brother, “I’m trying not to be conspicuous, Oz... if I used my powers, I’d be captured and experimented on or something! I’d rather not end up in an ARGENT lab and in a test tube...”
“I don’t think ARGENT does that,” Oz said as his wrist beeped. He looked down at his communicator and handed her an earpiece, “But speaking of labs, there’s been a break in at that small Ferris R&D lab in the downtown area of Millennium City. Maybe this’ll be a good chance for you to use your powers for good?”
Gwen shrugged, putting the small Bluetooth headset into her ear, “Worth a shot, I suppose... but there better not be people around, or this is gonna get awkward...”