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nextgenerationmarvel2015-05-27 04:36 pm
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One Hour...
Twenty three hours...
She spent twenty three hours in a small, isolated cell in SHIELD custody. At first, it felt like those four walls were closing in on her. But it was not the four walls, it was herself.
How many people did she drive away? How much chaos did she bring? All for what? Friendship? So that if she died, she would be mourned? It was all pathetic, and she had to own it. All of it.
No one caused her to end up here, but herself. She did this, she created the chaos, she created a stupid false persona to try and "fit in", and now she destroyed everything around her. All that was left was to try and pick up what little pieces she could and move on.
No longer did she speak nervously or come off as timid as when she first arrived. And no longer would she allow other inmates to "punish" her for her actions. She has been punished enough. Now it was time to defend herself. No one was ever going to lay a hand on her, again.
Twenty three hours would be spent reading or exercising in her cell when she was awake. It kept her from going insane like some of the other inmates, and allowed her to get some strength back. Granted, she could still fight without her powers and quite well. But she needed an edge, and becoming more muscular and stronger helped with that.
Soon enough, twenty three hours was up, and her cell door opened. One hour with the general population now started. One hour that she had to fight to survive, and show she was not going to just it anymore. Wiping the back of her hand over the scar on her face, Alisa walked out of her cell, more confident than when she first walked in.
She spent twenty three hours in a small, isolated cell in SHIELD custody. At first, it felt like those four walls were closing in on her. But it was not the four walls, it was herself.
How many people did she drive away? How much chaos did she bring? All for what? Friendship? So that if she died, she would be mourned? It was all pathetic, and she had to own it. All of it.
No one caused her to end up here, but herself. She did this, she created the chaos, she created a stupid false persona to try and "fit in", and now she destroyed everything around her. All that was left was to try and pick up what little pieces she could and move on.
No longer did she speak nervously or come off as timid as when she first arrived. And no longer would she allow other inmates to "punish" her for her actions. She has been punished enough. Now it was time to defend herself. No one was ever going to lay a hand on her, again.
Twenty three hours would be spent reading or exercising in her cell when she was awake. It kept her from going insane like some of the other inmates, and allowed her to get some strength back. Granted, she could still fight without her powers and quite well. But she needed an edge, and becoming more muscular and stronger helped with that.
Soon enough, twenty three hours was up, and her cell door opened. One hour with the general population now started. One hour that she had to fight to survive, and show she was not going to just it anymore. Wiping the back of her hand over the scar on her face, Alisa walked out of her cell, more confident than when she first walked in.
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And she eyed Alisa with a critical look as she walked past. "Don't see what's so special about this one," she said to the woman standing next to her, a smaller black woman with a mohawk. "Doesn't look dangerous enough to be under lock and key."
"Looks like she breaks easy," the other said.
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If anyone was going to take her on, it was going to be in public view. One: To show she was not to be messed with and Two: Show the guards she did not start the fight.
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"So just what is so dangerous about you, tiny?"
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"Trust me, you don' wanna know." She frowned a bit. "Why don' you go pick on de guy in de glasses over dere. Heard he hacked into SHIELD security. Might be more o' your speed in a fight, anyway."
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"You're the only one around here I ain't heard of before, and they treat you like some kind of time bomb. I wanna know why that is."
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In a split second, Alisa's training as a top Enforcer kicked in. She spun around, hitting the woman in the mohawk in a very sensitive pressure point in her shoulder, turned about, then dropped to the ground to hit some pressure points in the Gamma-Stripped woman's legs, before sliding between them and distancing herself from the group.
Her powers may not be on, but she was still fast.
"Not nice to sneak up on a gal like that! Where are your manners, ladies?"
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"That," Gamma-Stripe said, "was a mistake."
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Alisa really did not fear that the woman was more powered than her, or was built like a train. She knew she had this fight, even if no one else knew that.
"Come on! I can do dis all day! At least give me SOME challenge!"
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"Oh, ouch... you got me! What ever am I to do?" She continued to mock her opponents. Alisa then managed to perform a roundhouse kick, making sure it was her cybernetic leg that hit the woman with the Mohawk across the jaw.
"I spend twenty three fuckin' hours in a cell wit' de lights on! You t'ink I got anyt'ing to lose!?"
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"Lucky shot." She hissed in pain, before charging head in to begin slamming her fists and feet into all the pressure points she can. She moves fast despite her own pain. Punches and kicks are thrown, and she knows she is leaving the giant woman in a great deal of pain.
"Like I said, I really got nuthin' to lose!" She really did not. At this point, she would rather die than go back to that cell. And if she was going to die, she was going to go out fighting.
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" However, it doesn' suck to know it is my fault I got into dis place, an' dat I ain' de monster I t'ought I was for years." She thought to herself. " Well... at least I am goin' out more awesome den I was when I came into dis place. I mean, who can say dey did as much damage as I did wit'out powers?"
The last blow she took was to her head, sending her down to the ground for the count. Everything now looked blurry as hell, and everything sounded fuzzy.
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"Am I dead?" She asked, feeling no restraints on her arms or legs, standard protocol when someone in the Vault was sent to the infirmary.
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"Okay, so who are you, an' what is goin' on? Usually when I wake up here, I'm restrained in some manner. You know, for safety purposes. Not mine, everyone else's I'm told."
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"You would be surprised what a few well greased palms can accomplish," she said instead. "I am here to make you an offer."
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She looked down over her glasses. "In exchange for freeing you, you would work for them, eventually transitioning into a paid role."
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"I can' wait to go home, once I finish payin' off my debt for dis."