Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 1:52:04 GMT -5
Down by the banks of the hankity-panky,
Where the bullfrogs jump from bank to bank-y,
With the Eeps, Ipes, Opes, Ops,
Three alligators with a big ker-plop!
Lucia chimed silently whilst skipping down the battered docklands of the city; these hidden forays of the city's underbelly were such for a reason. Home to white collar workers, common thieves, and all sorts of back ally trash run through the gutters of the city to find some hallowed retreat. An escape from reality and an incursion of their secret pleasures. This was why she was there, the docks held a symbolic sort of appeal to Lucia's lineage like her bloodline before her they started by the banks converting what was simple run-off into something more day by day the banks would trickle and soon teem with life. The beginnings of homes, families, business emerged; as all things went the sea was a gateway to the future.
Peeling around the corners flanked by her small but mighty legion Lucia would scope out a number of locals all more disappointing than the last. Buildings to small or too composted to host any sort of growth, not pretty enough or those lacking a sort of appeal that could only be perceived by the little devil's starlit hues. Until they found the one, Dread fort, she'd name it silently at the back of her head approaching the building with a sudden vigor in her steps coming across the foray. At the present it was an old warehouse, poorly maintained, very dark. Scuttled with the shattered remnants and equipment of a failed business that'd once let its walls house it. But this place was a glorious find, spurned for its potential. Tall walls cast upwards making the place a daunting task to even enter, red tap cast across its walls and graffiti decorating them as well making sure to leave note of its previous gang members that had taken up residence here. A sigil of a red circle with a blue strike running through it, intimidating but simple in its exposure.
Lucia would merely giggle to herself stepping forward with arms pressed behind her back; the girl who had taken up the name "Dawn" in a few engagements cared not for any aggression of the weak huddled together for their will was nothing by comparison to hers. Smirking silently as she'd enter and Clay would peel back the tape giving her free reign to enter the girl would move onward to face an expected challenge. Tweakers. Their numbers no more than four but they stood as one, huddled around the fire none quick to realize her approach and none making a move from their coddled space around a lit can at the center. The slow patter of the fire beating against the winds allowed beneath the exposed sky of the roof. Lucia would admire that fact and note that it'd need to be fixed when she came to own this residence.
"This residence is under new management, move or be moved." She'd giggle to herself loudly, arms still peeled behind her back as the tweakers raised their brows finally managing to make note of her but their faces still failing to recognize the girl or consider what she'd said. With a taunting chasm breaking from her beguiled grin Lucia would approach again this time raising her foot and planting a boot into the can knocking it over into one of the tweakers. Suddenly ablaze the boy would be ignited, raising all sorts of hell with his clamoring screams flailing and running all about the openly canvased space. His blood curdling screams would be stifled as he ran headlong into Clay who would slam his fist down over the boy's head knocking him to the dirt and just as quickly unencumbered by the flames.
"I won't say it again hehe." Another giggle as the paralyzed faces suddenly took up savage postures. The closest of the tweakers to Lucia would bolt upright, the ragged clothing she wore made it hard for Lucia to anticipate her movements but those lumbering hands encumbered by a needle in one arm and tubing around the other made up for the missing information. With a swift juke back Lucia would put herself at a distance dodging the first jab with ready speed, her face unphased and rather excited with a giggle rippling out from her gut. Clay for the meantime didn't flinch a muscle but rather glare down the other two who were still considering their options.
A second strike would be made against Lucia who would take full advantage of the extended jab, lurching forward to remove the needle from the tweaker and replace the incision point merely placing it through the woman's eye. Plop. The sound it would make before the room erupted in more wailing. The shrill screams bringing the other two to action, however it was both this time one clocked by a large grasp made by Clay whilst the other lurched out in a maddened assault.
"You Bitch!" He'd shout in retaliation of his compatriots being leveled in such a distasteful manner. Lucia now at attention taking a step back from the girl whom she'd just stabbed. The woman's stature still within Lucia's grasp as she'd never actually released the plunger on the needle, a half conscious woman at the end of a minute device was hardly something that the enraged man considered as Lucia shifted her body weight and pressed his companion into his charging assault. Pairing the strength of her charging opponent against her own was a tough match as she was lacking a bit of her own, however that wasn't the plan to overpower her foe though she could have certainly used some for a future attempt, it was instead used to shift the two off tilting the mannequin as her enemy charged and pushed the two lumbering bodies off her right shoulder.
~Bam~
The pair would come clattering to the floor, a bundled mess of flesh against one another. Lucia once again unphased by the results was now holding a syringe with a lumbering eyeball hanging from its tip. Oops. That was an eye full. Get it? Giggling to herself she'd admire the bit of butchery she was performing concerning herself with a little bit more fun as this one was hardly finished. Clay on the other end of them was simply stretching his opponent out, pulling on his limps like some Chinese torture device breaking him eventually to the point he likely wouldn't walk again. Lucia merely approached her temporarily incapacitated opponent with a gleeful resolve watching as he struggled with the woman's bodice to shift it off of himself.
"Bitch? No, I'm the Queen." Lucia would taunt pressing the plunger in mid air as a flow of red erupted from the eyeball til it eventually popped over applied with air to maintain its form.
The man's attention for the most part peaked with the detonation of a serious body part he'd spasm with a combination of emotions: Fear, Anger, Confusion as to why she'd do this. He'd never even considered Lucia's suggestion despite it being given with a small lapse of time to respond. However to be completely truthful with the hindsight that Lucia was provided it wasn't likely she'd pass up this degree of joy she was getting from operating on these pests to her glorious new Empire to come. If only her future army knew about what she was to be capable of, these hands of hers wrought with blood.
"I'll fucking kill you!" His rage taking flight again as he'd strike out against her again this time making contact, cold fingers livid with the sudden chance at poising themselves against her would wrap around Lucia's throat lifting her into the air a small measure. The girl didn't fight it, she could feel the tremors in his hands compelled by the drugs running through his system he could hardly clamp them down around her with any sort of condescension. It didn't matter though, Lucia didn't like to be touched with dirty hands, much less at all.
~Plunk~
"Unnghhhh......ku.....guh....you....bitch." His mouth would word out as a sea of red overtook his mouth pouting forward and frothing to his lips. His grip would lose more strength and Lucia lowered slowly, to which she'd only offer a contemptible glare. "Don't touch me, you flea."
Once released she'd let herself take a step back, the bleeding frame with a needing shoved into his gut so deep it would appear a dagger would fall to his knees and reduced to all fours try to claw out for support. None given to him. The only thing offered was an icy stare and with a contemptuous kick to the face her boot would meet his cheek. "Fleas deserve to be reduced to ash." Her gaze cast over towards his friend still cindering there in a pile of his own fesses, whilst the other two were for the moment impaired. "But I have another idea perhaps... one more beneficial for us both."
Lucia would muse for a moment before turning to Clay with a conspiring eye, her eyes lingering over each of the remaining bodies as it were making sure to take note of just what impaired them. The first was obvious fire, the second critical trauma and over stimulation to optical nerve, the third severe spinal trauma, the last severe laceration to the stomach internal wounds likely. The first would likely have severe burns and likely need medical treatment as soon as possible. The second would probably fare the best as it so happens, a missing eye never killed anyone yet, however she'd still have some serious mental trauma over the entire incident. The third would probably never walk again thanks to Clay's provisional sense of justice for attacking his Queen. As for the last one at her boot, perhaps would die if left to bleed out.
That didn't bode well for Lucia; she didn't care much if she was a murderer or the simple fact that death was an option on the table, rather the only thing that concerned he was the fact that he wouldn't be put to good use. Tsk tsk. Such a waste of a healthy body. Cogs turning into place as she marched on making sure to dance around the bodies at her feet avoiding the possibility of tripping as she explored the back reaches of the warehouse.
"Clay dearest.... bring them over here. I just had a brilliant idea if I do say so myself." Lucia would coo to herself in the darkness laughing off the potential of any serious misdoings of her own judgment. Her lips perking upwards with a devious sort of light before mentioning one bit further. "And be sure to dial up Alice and Bishop as well, we'll need their expertise to make sure this all doesn't go to waste."
Lucia would come upon a basement level to the warehouse. Oh happy day how was this not the most perfect happenings in her existence was beyond her. So perfect that she was alight with a blinding light of vigor and pride. She had a full warehouse of broken down supplies, a small band of minions to her aid, and excessive potential for her first outpost on the assault on the world it was finally working out for her all according to plan. With a serious grin she'd take steps down the stairs marking each with a patient clatter of her boots to be used as pertinent echolocation. Clay would follow en tow with great care not to lose his footing.
"Be careful Clay dearest, we wouldn't want to wake up the patients." Clay merely making a grunt as he descended the stairs only to find a table at center, first and foremost the lady with the missing eye slapped down onto it. "Good choice, I was rather hoping you'd pick this one Clay." Lucia giggled as she mounted the girl pinning her arms down to either side of the table as it seemed like this room was specifically some old man's sick fetish chamber.
Her remaining eye bat as the girl awoke from her trauma only to awaken into a new world of Hell. "Shhh sweetie, I need to operate." A scream of terror and panic quickly silenced by a layer of tape to her mouth and only muffled responses from then on out. "I need some work on my bedside manner I know but... this is for your own good." Lucia would giggle before pulling out a small scalpel from her pocket...
/fade to black.