Monster

A million thoughts a second rambled their way through your head as you considered your final statement here. The assorted scum of the bay listening to this strangely well-equipped new-comer with baited breath, if only to glean just a little bit more of what you was all about, and how to go about keeping you in mind as they made their own power plays.

In a way you couldn’t help but feel the exhilaration even as the anxiety set in. The anxiety of knowing that one of these creatures knew who you were, knew enough to completely destroy everything you were if so inclined, the vice grip with which he held your nipples pinched kept you from outright just trying to attack his smug face.

... you could tell even though he was wearing a bloody mask, either way.

“No.” You speak, the wet chorus of masculine and feminine voices which comprise the voice of ‘Apollo’ sing in a singular abrupt chord. You couldn’t help but smile at the frown which you imagined working its way across that bastard’s face as you did.

“No?” He asked, open puzzlement in his voice. He certainly sounded as if he’d expected obedience from you, like a whipped dog. “And pray you share the reason why you would set yourself against us?”

You paused for a moment. Again remembering what Grue had taught you in your brief discussion of power dynamics between the villainous. Silence and time, both were the weapons of a person who could control the flow of information. Positions of dominance let you get away with more, let you seem like more. Seem together enough and you could trick your enemies into picking other fights.

You kept quiet for long enough as you felt the room grow impatient.

“I am going to hunt. The ABB… I will have Bakuda. Her birth was a misfortune. I will teach her this.” You spoke... a heat trembled in your real throat as you did, even as the dispassionate words babbled out from your suit. A tightness as you swallowed. You… you wanted her. You wanted her more than you’d even ever expected. Not a ploy, not a game… you wanted to have her at your least tender of mercies, screaming the names of everyone she’d harmed… screaming for forgiveness at almost hurting your Sister.

... Screaming to be forgiven for enabling your further slip into the dark veneer of monstrosity which plagued you.

“... all else I can agree with. But Bakuda... I will have her and anyone who get in the way of that...” Hah, threats, from you. You almost feel like you’re part of some strange theatrical production, something which harries your senses with dark impulses. And yet, you can’t help but feel something, something fun and exciting. The beating of your heart as you threaten, as you speak and dominate.

“The fuck is this jumped up newbie going to be dictating shit.” A man, wild and strong looking. You knew him well enough, Hookwolf. You’d healed more than a few wounds from that madman, his lips drawn back in a snarl at your audacity.

“We all want a piece of that bitch’s ass. Stand in the fucking line. I’m gonna fucking wreck it like play doh if I ever get her first, till shes fucking throwing up jizz.” Ugg… Skidmark and his ugly mug grinned from the side.

“Now, now Hookwolf. One should look past the more petty veneers which are presented.” From at the table Kaiser spoke, his voice ringing hollow and metallic though the armour which he wore, all at once ignoring and undercutting Skidmark’s remarks. “You know, a certain inclination towards generosity has just befallen me. Despite my colleague… and in complete spite of this filth monger off to the side, I believe someone who one of our major players thinks should be accorded the consideration of a major player is inclined to ask for something from this deal; just as the rest of us have had our own demands and considerations. Bakuda being given to one party for her due is not exactly an unreasonable position to take.”

“You fucking…” Skidmark began only to be cut off by a round of agreement otherwise though the groups.

“Well, that seems to be settled. If that is the price for peace then we are all glad to help contribute.” The snake spoke, you flinched a bit beneath the armour at the sound of his smug satisfaction. “So it is agreed that if possible we shall capture Bakuda and Apollo be allowed to have her… or better yet be informed of any fights we are going to undertake against the ABB as a joint effort so that Apollo might take her himself.”

That... you couldn’t help but feel that that was a bit too easy; that the entire ‘agreement’ was somehow rigged. Ugg… you didn’t even want to think about it right now, and you could pretty much feel that any other demands after this was so easily conceded, would simply seem... like if you were fishing.

You could almost taste the change in the atmosphere, its expectations for your denial or agreement. The feeling that whatever you did you’d have given away something vital.

You hated this.

You wished they were all your puppets, dancing on your strings, to your tunes. You wanted here and now to take every one of the miserable examples of humanity and use them for your pleasure, use them up until they was nothing less, then recycle them and their powers as nothing more than more material for your comfort.

The image of the twins writhing beneath your feet, blind armless and licking your toes, of Kaiser emasculated and made into a simple device for providing materials for your creatures. Of even that disgusting wretch Skidmark, tortured and addicted to a million things to gave him nothing but pain and disquiet.

... you shuddered.

Almost literally you forced yourself to calm, to stop… not to lash out here where it would affect you worse. You could almost feel the control slipping from you as from within the suit you panted and groaned with denied desire.

You wanted them all.

You wanted them NOW…

You needed to leave before you did something stupid.

“Fine.” You allowed your suit to speak. “I will abide so long as Bakuda is MINE.”

And then you depart, biting your own lip as you struggle against your own monstrous nature...

Then when it was safe... sat down to torture whoever was fucking closest at hand, you couldn’t even remember who that was, they were all interchangeable anyway, just cogs in the machine of suffering upon which you could do little more than feed.

All the while tears filled your eyes, but you weren’t sure if they were for the girl you had been, who was ever more steadily being lost or at the opportunity which you’d had to deny yourself.

And you could no longer tell which was more sad.

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“Oh god Aims, I was worried about you.” You couldn’t help the guilty pleasure of being fussed over, even scolding from Victoria felt good after the night you’d had. A little crumb of normality which you knew couldn’t ever last. “Don’t you understand that the ABB is on the warpath right now?”

“I know Vickie... I... I just had to get away from things for a bit. It’s been a stressful week for me too.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, emotion welling which you hadn’t expected. “I missed you, I worried about you, but I couldn’t bring myself to come home.”

Victoria sighed, her chest heaving slightly as she pulled you closer, against her iron bosom. A guilty spark of desire burned in your chest as you were cuddled and coddled by the object of your worship.

“Geez Amy, don’t forget. I’m fucking invincible. The whole world knows it, and you should too.” You loved the bravado in her voice, wished hard that she would come with you, to reign over your fucked up kingdom of flesh. A fantasy which ate at your gut even as you