OOC: Memory 3 - Young Avengers don't kill
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Punishment: pimp suit and moon shoes. Suit lasts three days, shoes a week.
Reference: Young Avengers Issue 10, Pages 14, 15, 16, 17
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Dash spotted the crystal in the toilet moments before he unzipped. Good thing, too. Making a disgusted face he fished it out and tossed it in the sink to rinse off, before taking care of the morning coffee.
Once the crystal had had a nice long time under running water, just in case, Dash lifted it by the rings and carried it to the couch, where he touched the glowing interior.
Immediately it went dark.
There was an explosion and the sound of alarms and sirens blaring. The chill night air struck Dash, as the alarms rang the alert.
“Oy…” Code’s voice behind him.
“Look at all of them.” Dash didn’t know the name, but the girl’s voice was familiar. Then again, this was a memory, of course it would be.
“Armed guards, federal agents, mandroids…” That was his own voice. Stunned for a moment, and then, abruptly, shifting to something exceedingly dark. Hungry, even sadistic. “… This is going to be fun.”
He felt it, the familiar feel of movement, and his fist hitting flesh again and again as he spoke between blows.
“They’ve kept me locked up for months…” He felt and heard something squish beneath his fist. “…testing me…” a crack that was probably someone’s nose breaking, “…probing me…” Speed—and stop. “Trying to turn me into a living weapon.” Wind in his face as he turned and the sound of gunfire. His hands moved and he felt the explosive blast, heard it in front of him. “Well congratulations officers, it worked.” More explosions.
Code’s voice cut in, as he felt himself moving again.
“---- stop! There are people inside!” His memory knew that. His memory didn’t care. “I’ve got them ----.” Code was saying to someone else, but Dash was out of earshot before his twin could finish.
He stopped, felt the ground kick up beneath him and heard the scared voices of grown men.
“One last test, doctor…” Dash heard his memory snarl, too cheerful, too murderous. “To find out how much I can accelerate your atomic structure…” The sound of explosions, and men yelling, fleeing. “Before it explodes.”
Something hit him in the side, soft flesh against him—definitely a female frame. She knocked him into the dirt, her outfit, leather, was form fitting and Dash couldn’t complain. “Down boy!” the girl snapped as they crashed to the ground. “Young Avengers don’t kill.” That name made Dash suck in his breath, but his memory was too busy admiring the feel of a girl on top of him. She muttered an aside, but Dash lost it in the dizzy feeling. Young Avengers.
“You look just like--“ the woman’s voice was right in front of his face.
“So I’ve been told.” Dash’s memory sounded a lot less murderous, flirty even. “Who are you?”
“I—I’m—“ The girl stuttered.
“See, this is when having a codename would come in handy.” A male voice interjected, and the girl started to get up off of Dash. He felt disappointment.
“He looks just like—“ The girl started.
“I know.” The man—Dash knew that voice. It was Surly McSurlyson from his dream.
“Would someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Dash’s memory interrupted.
“You’re being recruited.” Surly McSurlyson said.
“How did you even find out about me?” There was a breeze, something… Dash wasn’t sure. Something felt odd, nearby… Magic? Yeah that was it, he remembered Want sometimes did something that felt like this.
“The Avenger’s fail-safe program. Let’s go. I’ll explain on the way.” That was Code.
“---- wait.” Surly McSurlyson again. “We didn’t come here to free a super-powered teenage terrorist. We’re here to rescue a super hero. So, what’s it going to be?”
The memory ended.
Punishment: pimp suit and moon shoes. Suit lasts three days, shoes a week.
Reference: Young Avengers Issue 10, Pages 14, 15, 16, 17
---
Dash spotted the crystal in the toilet moments before he unzipped. Good thing, too. Making a disgusted face he fished it out and tossed it in the sink to rinse off, before taking care of the morning coffee.
Once the crystal had had a nice long time under running water, just in case, Dash lifted it by the rings and carried it to the couch, where he touched the glowing interior.
Immediately it went dark.
There was an explosion and the sound of alarms and sirens blaring. The chill night air struck Dash, as the alarms rang the alert.
“Oy…” Code’s voice behind him.
“Look at all of them.” Dash didn’t know the name, but the girl’s voice was familiar. Then again, this was a memory, of course it would be.
“Armed guards, federal agents, mandroids…” That was his own voice. Stunned for a moment, and then, abruptly, shifting to something exceedingly dark. Hungry, even sadistic. “… This is going to be fun.”
He felt it, the familiar feel of movement, and his fist hitting flesh again and again as he spoke between blows.
“They’ve kept me locked up for months…” He felt and heard something squish beneath his fist. “…testing me…” a crack that was probably someone’s nose breaking, “…probing me…” Speed—and stop. “Trying to turn me into a living weapon.” Wind in his face as he turned and the sound of gunfire. His hands moved and he felt the explosive blast, heard it in front of him. “Well congratulations officers, it worked.” More explosions.
Code’s voice cut in, as he felt himself moving again.
“---- stop! There are people inside!” His memory knew that. His memory didn’t care. “I’ve got them ----.” Code was saying to someone else, but Dash was out of earshot before his twin could finish.
He stopped, felt the ground kick up beneath him and heard the scared voices of grown men.
“One last test, doctor…” Dash heard his memory snarl, too cheerful, too murderous. “To find out how much I can accelerate your atomic structure…” The sound of explosions, and men yelling, fleeing. “Before it explodes.”
Something hit him in the side, soft flesh against him—definitely a female frame. She knocked him into the dirt, her outfit, leather, was form fitting and Dash couldn’t complain. “Down boy!” the girl snapped as they crashed to the ground. “Young Avengers don’t kill.” That name made Dash suck in his breath, but his memory was too busy admiring the feel of a girl on top of him. She muttered an aside, but Dash lost it in the dizzy feeling. Young Avengers.
“You look just like--“ the woman’s voice was right in front of his face.
“So I’ve been told.” Dash’s memory sounded a lot less murderous, flirty even. “Who are you?”
“I—I’m—“ The girl stuttered.
“See, this is when having a codename would come in handy.” A male voice interjected, and the girl started to get up off of Dash. He felt disappointment.
“He looks just like—“ The girl started.
“I know.” The man—Dash knew that voice. It was Surly McSurlyson from his dream.
“Would someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Dash’s memory interrupted.
“You’re being recruited.” Surly McSurlyson said.
“How did you even find out about me?” There was a breeze, something… Dash wasn’t sure. Something felt odd, nearby… Magic? Yeah that was it, he remembered Want sometimes did something that felt like this.
“The Avenger’s fail-safe program. Let’s go. I’ll explain on the way.” That was Code.
“---- wait.” Surly McSurlyson again. “We didn’t come here to free a super-powered teenage terrorist. We’re here to rescue a super hero. So, what’s it going to be?”
The memory ended.
