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nextgenerationmarvel2013-03-31 09:11 pm
ngm_villains) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-03-31 09:11 pm
A Gift Of Blood And Steel (Open to Mansion Folk)
WHO: Stephanie Shaw, Others
WHAT: Stephanie Shaw is taken by Vargas and left out for the people at the Mansion to find.
WHERE: The Mansion gate
WHEN: Early morning
WARNING: Description of trauma and violence.
Stephanie Shaw had called a press conference with as many media outlets as she could access- while it was nominally to clear the air about her legal situation involving Shaw Industries, many wags suspected that she would be admitting to being a mutant like her brother. No doubt it would have been a very dignified moment, well-rehearsed and delivered with equal measures of honesty and tact. Vargas had actually taken the speech off of her. It was impressive enough and had she been able to say those words on a wide stage, they may have had some impact.
She'd never got to the presentation to deliver her message. Vargas had seen to that with his men. A toxin, administered with minimal force through a mere scratch from his blade had removed her mutant powers temporarily, leaving her effectively helpless. Ironic that a woman that could have survived a fall from the top floor of the Empire State Building would be so vulnerable to such a slight wound. But he knew her fiendish powers well, had seen them at that party. Taking her was not difficult. The driver and the attendant had to be slain, but their deaths were quick, virtually painless. It was up to God to judge them now.
He'd made sure she was conscious as far as he could, for the process of making her a suitable gift for her alma mater. She'd tried her best to be defiant, but she was too used to shallow scrapes and minor bruises to be at all prepared for the sensation of dislocation, of cutting. It was important that she be left alive, so he could not use his blade too liberally- and it was unsuitable to engage in dismemberment, as it was difficult to say how long she would be obliged to remain alive from the time she was deposited and the time she was discovered. She'd finally gone unconscious of course, and it would be easier to transport her thus.
Shinobi had said to kill her, of course, but Vargas cared not for his commandments. He had been useful in showing the way to her, no more and no less. He expected that Shinobi's boy would come to kill him and that suited him just fine. This was a holy crusade. He had been chosen as a champion, to show humanity that the mutants could be torn down, defeated.
Dislocated limbs were easier to work into the grill of the gates, a sign stating "The First Among Many" in Latin affixed to the gate above her. She was bloodied, bruised, unconscious and in serious need of medical attention, but she would survive for at least the few hours that would likely elapse between then and the time she was discovered. Twisted bits of metal were made into manacles holding her in place. He'd dressed her in white wrappings, which would slowly turn to crimson as blood seeped. And with that, he left.
WHAT: Stephanie Shaw is taken by Vargas and left out for the people at the Mansion to find.
WHERE: The Mansion gate
WHEN: Early morning
WARNING: Description of trauma and violence.
Stephanie Shaw had called a press conference with as many media outlets as she could access- while it was nominally to clear the air about her legal situation involving Shaw Industries, many wags suspected that she would be admitting to being a mutant like her brother. No doubt it would have been a very dignified moment, well-rehearsed and delivered with equal measures of honesty and tact. Vargas had actually taken the speech off of her. It was impressive enough and had she been able to say those words on a wide stage, they may have had some impact.
She'd never got to the presentation to deliver her message. Vargas had seen to that with his men. A toxin, administered with minimal force through a mere scratch from his blade had removed her mutant powers temporarily, leaving her effectively helpless. Ironic that a woman that could have survived a fall from the top floor of the Empire State Building would be so vulnerable to such a slight wound. But he knew her fiendish powers well, had seen them at that party. Taking her was not difficult. The driver and the attendant had to be slain, but their deaths were quick, virtually painless. It was up to God to judge them now.
He'd made sure she was conscious as far as he could, for the process of making her a suitable gift for her alma mater. She'd tried her best to be defiant, but she was too used to shallow scrapes and minor bruises to be at all prepared for the sensation of dislocation, of cutting. It was important that she be left alive, so he could not use his blade too liberally- and it was unsuitable to engage in dismemberment, as it was difficult to say how long she would be obliged to remain alive from the time she was deposited and the time she was discovered. She'd finally gone unconscious of course, and it would be easier to transport her thus.
Shinobi had said to kill her, of course, but Vargas cared not for his commandments. He had been useful in showing the way to her, no more and no less. He expected that Shinobi's boy would come to kill him and that suited him just fine. This was a holy crusade. He had been chosen as a champion, to show humanity that the mutants could be torn down, defeated.
Dislocated limbs were easier to work into the grill of the gates, a sign stating "The First Among Many" in Latin affixed to the gate above her. She was bloodied, bruised, unconscious and in serious need of medical attention, but she would survive for at least the few hours that would likely elapse between then and the time she was discovered. Twisted bits of metal were made into manacles holding her in place. He'd dressed her in white wrappings, which would slowly turn to crimson as blood seeped. And with that, he left.
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His brow furrowed. "Man? One person did this?"
He was having trouble processing that. It also distracted him from being told not to do what he really wanted to do.
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"Dr. McCoy tells me I should be able to make a full recovery, though I might have problems with joint pain the rest of my life. It's hard to say for sure. The dislocations were ... very neat, apparently. Hardly any collateral damage around them."
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He wanted desperately to find this Vargas and make him pay. Though the small rational part of him did point out that if Stephanie was this bad, Marcelo himself would end up a smear.
He closed his eyes to get the mental image of Stephanie getting tortured into a pretzel out of his mind.
"I'll... I'll do nothing." He forced the words out as he opened his eyes again. She asked it of him, he would try to give it. Even if the words spoken made something inside of him shrink down like he was ten years old again.
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"Marcelo, while I'm here, I need someone to be my eyes and ears. I'm afraid of what might happen with the mutant district." Her jaw set. "He can't- he can't, he won't hurt those people." She set her head back.
"I feel so fucking useless." A pause for a moment. "I am fucking useless right now. I hate it. More than the pain." Pain she could deal with, but this enforced immobility would drive her crazy before long, she was sure of it.
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"So, while you're here, you want me to go back to New York?" He was getting mental and emotional whiplash. He went to reach out to hold her hand and stopped with his hand over hers. He wasn't sure if that would cause her pain, too.
"You're not useless, querida. You've told people about this threat. You are going to have to slow down to my pace, though. Sorry."
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She managed the tiniest of smiles. "I'll be calling you. Picking up the phone myself even. My phonebearer has a habit of getting nervous and crushing them. And I'll probably be demanding you visit for cuddles."
She didn't care how un-Shaw like that sounded. Not one bit.
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He slowly pulled his hand that had been hovering over hers away.
"All right." His voice was thicker than he would have liked. He bent over to pick the duffel bag off the floor. "I'll get your things to whomever."
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She looked at him. He was clearly exhausted, from looking for her, probably. Her frown deepened. "I probably sounded like a complete bitch there."
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"Not completely, but I was wondering why I rushed here only to get sent away. It could just be that I haven't slept. When you didn't come home or answer your phone..." He trailed off and shrugged.
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"No, what I meant was more ... that in the days to come. I don't know how long I'll be here, at least a week, maybe more. I need your help with keeping an eye on the shelter and the properties around there."
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"Well, now I feel like an abestado. Me perdoa." He didn't even notice the switch to Portuguese.
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"I'll probably get funnier soon. They'll be coming around with more of the good drugs." A tiny smile. "I know the one girl from the shelter, actually."
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"Dancing hippos?" He didn't remember what he had seen when he had been laid up in the hospital after running into Stahlman.
"The phone crusher?"
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She went ahead and squeeze his hand a little. It hurt, but she didn't care. It felt good to touch him.
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He grinned slightly at his hand being squeezed. "Don't hurt yourself touching this fine specimen of handsomeness. You've got plenty of time to later. After I've slept for a month and you've healed."