08/12/2023 05:08 PM  Rebirth Rebirth   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 Everything was falling apart. It was like slow motion as time seemingly stood still. Ivy was standing between Rachel and the Man-Spider who was wrestling with her plant. Her gaze was focused on trying to save the girl who had come to try and save them. Ivy wasn't one to trust too easily and with good reason. Her head was turned away from her husband in the middle of this fracas when a bright emerald glow came from her hand. She knew what it meant. Shang's attempt to save them all had failed and he was now dead. A part of his soul was glowing inside the ring he'd given her for their engagement. Ivy had to act fast. She was a plant so oxygen or any sort of mist that depleted it, would not affect her, however the concussion wave from the bomb going off would. In an attempt to buy a little time, she threw up a wall of thorns, but ultimately all it did was slow down her inevitable demise. She had mere seconds to act. Ivy removed the ring from her finger and swallowed it. It was now a part of her just as the babies were. The wave from the blast tore her thorns to shreds. The moss that Ivy had accelerated in the room had surrounded the ground under her as her body broke down into its plant pieces. The moss harbored the remains of Poison Ivy pulling them down into the core of the earth itself. Ivy was dead.   Thousands of miles away in the magical protected garden of Morgan LeFay, there was a magical section that was under guard by Dragons themselves. In this magical garden, three new lotuses blossomed; one bigger lotus and two smaller. The Dark Sorcereress was a dear friend to Poison Ivy, so she knew what this meant. She tended to the magic garden along with her intended husband, Victor Von Doom protected those blossoms with no one dare coming remotely near them. ~*~ Within the heart of nature itself, a metamorphosis was occurring. It was Swamp Thing himself that once told Poison Ivy that she was The May Queen. She was as much a part of nature as Swamp Thing himself was. Gaea was recrafting her May Queen. The magic of eons past came together once more bringing elements that had been torn apart in New York, with those that had been sent to the Garden of Morgan LeFay to restore life to Poison Ivy. Gaea was not an Elder Goddess but a Primordial Being who largely did not interfere with the world of men, but for Her May Queen, she would. There had to be balance in nature. Without Poison Ivy, there was no balance. The balance had to be restored. The balance would be restored without haste. Not too long before this all happened, Shang Tsung had surprised his wife for her birthday with a hidden greenhouse located on his island. With Shang dead, the portals that had been forced open were now shut again. Gaea could penetrate these barriers that surrounded Shang's Island, so she did just that. In the heart of the new greenhouse, the ground itself began to shake. Vines burst forth from the ground in the shape of a woman. These vines would bud and flower rapidly, soon turning into cage. The sound of the crackling vines as they emerged from the ground ceased. Noises came from inside this floral cage until a woman's fist shattered the earthly prison with one blow. Slender digits curled into a fist were sticking out of these vines that soon fell down all around her. Poison Ivy emerged from this cage with emerald skin and flowing red curls adorned with flowers. Flowers and form fitting vines once again covered her body as they often did.   The process of emerging from this floral chrysalis had left her spent physically. She collapsed on the ground with utter exhaustion. She was indeed alive once more merely unconscious. Two vines erupted from the ground beside her. Two lotus blossoms emerged from both vines. The blossoms enlarged, turning into flowering pods. Both pods were roughly the size of a uterus that was 9 months in a human woman. Embedded in one of those pods still glowing brightly was the jade engagement ring that she'd swallowed moments before her death. In Morgan's Garden, the lotuses that were there, disappeared. Shang Tsung's return was imminent. Part Two from @yoursoulismine follows   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

08/11/2023 07:57 PM  MM #5 Phil Coulson Say Cheese Retirement didn't suit him. Phil Coulson had been in the spy business for too damned long. To try and just live a normal life was beyond his comprehension. What exactly was normal for someone who had been living in the shadows since he was a young kid in his 20s? Phil had too many enemies out there and he knew it. He'd learned from Fury that every agent should have a place to retreat off the radar. He knew about Fury's place in the English Countryside and he knew about Clint and Laura Barton's Farmhouse. Mockingbird, Hawkeye's wife, was one of Phil's first junior agents that he looked after when she first came up. He was a father figure to Laura. Laura came before Sky, or as they found out later.   Phil Coulson walked through his small house wearing a light shirt, cotton slacks and traditional house slippers since his little hideaway was in Okinawa. Japan had always held a fascination for him since he was a little boy. After he joined SHIELD, he was assigned to multiple missions in Japan. His first partner had been Melinda May all those years ago. It was with her help that he found this little secluded beach in Okinawa. They were on one of their first partnerships here when he nearly died. It was during his recovery here that he fell in love with Okinawa. Phil made his way toward the front of his little beach house. He could have had a position with the CIA or even SWORD. He could have been on the space station like Fury, but he was out. He was done with everything. He was one of the few not taken in the Blip. He stayed in Okinawa through the whole thing. He was tired. His time was over.   Phil was now at the front door standing where the tray was where outdoor shoes were kept. The gentle breeze from off the ocean was warm and inviting. He was just enjoying the moment when his thoughts were interrupted with the slightest sound. He'd been too ingrained in the business for too many years not to hear the smallest sound or suspect the least thing. Coulson casually made his way back inside. He was being watched. He may have been retired but he certainly wasn't stupid. One didn't live as long as he did by being careless. One mistake cost him once by getting close to Loki. He still had the scars. Phil walked slowly inside toward one of the lowboards. He could hear the noises coming closer. In an instant he slid open a particular lowboard pulling out a weapon he kept there. He pulled back on the trigger and aimed it in the direction of the person following him. "Alright, what are YOU doing here?" Standing in front of him with her own weapon drawn was Maria Hill. Maria was a contemporary when he was still just an agent in training. She came along the same time he did. "DAMMIT Phil! What the hell?" He kept his weapon trained on her. "I thought you were dead!" He knew all about Skrulls because he had been there in the 1990s when it all first happened. He didn't like how deeply Fury embedded the Skrulls were in their ranks. It made his trust waiver in many cases. "You know good and damn well none of us ever actually die for too long." Maria lowered her weapon backing down to show she was really who she said she was. "It's really me, Phil."   Phil lowered his own weapon, satisfied that this was really Maria Hill after all. "Don't tell me. He sent you, didn't he?" He could already feel the rest of his hair thinning. Fury had a certain way of doing things that ended up dragging in every one in his immediate orbit. "Who else?" Maria answered. "We need you. Things are getting bad and only we can stop it." Coulson rubbed his brow with his fingertips. He knew that Fury wouldn't take no for an answer. Retirement was over; at least for now. 0 Comments

08/10/2023 05:14 PM  MM #4 Betsy Braddock On Gossamer Wings To say her life was a royal mess was an understatement. Elizabeth Braddock had spent much of her adult life as part of another woman's body. Living in such a disembodied fashion was no way to live. She existed while Kwanon's face was the one she wore. Elizabeth just simply stared at her face in the mirror. It wasn't that she'd not grown fond of Kwanon. The fact they were one person for so long was not something one could easily forget. She allowed her own fingers to tangle in those lavender strands that hung loosely over her shoulders. was this even real? She was back at Braddock Manor. Brian had opened the doors to her once more after she was her own being. It was all still surreal. Her mental abilities were intact. She watched as her psychic abilities once again manifested around her eyes glowing in the shape of a butterfly. She was still the powerful telepath she'd been before being combined into one being with Kwanon. But there was still more she had yet to discover. Betsy slowly to her feet. The butterfly aura disappeared from around her eyes when she did. There was just a regular sword there in the room. She moved toward it allowing her fingertips to gently caress the hilt along the ornate edges. Kwanon had been an adept assassin of The Hand. Her skills with weapons still impressed Betsy the more she thought about it. Betsy stopped in close enough proximity to the sword admiring the craftwork. She fully wrapped her slender digits to wrap firmly around the hilt. She lifted it in the air to closely inspect the blade itself. It was a fine bit of work. It was also surprisingly lightweight. She started to swing it around. It wasn't long before instinct kicked into gear. She started to swing the sword around much the way a female ninja would. She had gone through several slashing moves and others in a circular pattern with clean slicing movements through the air itself. She'd never known any of this until she met Kwanon. Betsy replaced the blade back in its original position on the other side of the room. The word reached her that Morgana was about to legitimize her relationship with Dr. Doom by getting married soon. Betsy felt like she needed to be "back" in time for such a momentous occasion. Betsy thought she knew who she was. There was still some doubt that she was ready to be seen in public. With Merlin urging her on because of Morgana's plans, she was going to have to do something soon. The question was what exactly could she do? Merlin kept putting a figurative bug in her ear. Was this too fast too soon? She knew her lineage. She knew what she was supposed to do. She knew the depth of her power. Why couldn't she just put aside all this and do the right thing? It wasn't easy. It never was.   0 Comments

08/10/2023 02:01 AM  Hiding in Plain Sight Hiding in Plain Sight   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 Ivy was a fighter. She did not just want to sit here. Even when inside Arkham's walls and in a cell, she would sit still of course, but that mind of hers was always thinking. She was limited by what she could do with the herbicide collar around her neck. After she reset her husband's fingers, she began to detect the changes in temperature coming from him. As all plants were, she was sensitive to the growing cold coming from him. She was not human nor was she a mutant. Pamela Isley Shang was a plant. She was honestly not surprised to see Raven appear honing in on Finn obviously. Pamela adored this girl even if she was misguided at times. The same honestly was said by Raven when it came to Ivy herself. Right now, Ivy saw no enemies except for Bolt, Cletus and that hideous spider. "If only…" Ivy thought to herself.   The rush of cold that came from Shang made her outward appearance turn a beautiful shade of emerald. It was a part of her anatomy that she had very little control over. Most plants tend to go into hibernation during the winter. With Shang's drop in temperature, she could feel her body slowing down. Her babies inside of her were being protected by this action. The blast of the Sub-Zero temperatures was aimed at the collar she wore. She could feel it freezing around her neck until finally it fell to the ground at her feet. The sound of it shattering into a thousand pieces was the best thing she could have ever heard. By this time, Shang had already changed into Noob Saibot. Like the early spring, Ivy rolled up into a standing position. Fortunately the connection to the green she had didn't depend on being on the ground. She could feel the connection again as soon as her body started to warm back up to room temperature. She'd not gotten completely frozen like the collar had. Shang was careful to focus the cold in one particular area. It wasn't going to take long to get back up to full strength. She was the May Queen after all. She cast her eyes toward Cletus. "OH Cletus… I don't think you look too good." Ivy smirked at him. With a wave of her fingers she did to him what she did to John Stewart. "The flora in your digestive tract, the mycobacterium paratuberculosis to be precise, has been octupled. I think you're going to be a bit busy for a little while. I hear explosive diarrhea is a bitch…" Shang was engaged in fighting Blackbolt or the unreasonable facsimile. Ivy decided that her priority was going to back up Raven if possible. She used one of her plants that wrapped her up before and took her where she wanted to go. She wanted to appear in Raven's vicinity and that she did. Ivy called forth her favorite monster Venus FlyTrap that reached out with its vines in an attempt to lash out at the man-spider and eat it alive. If it was successful, then Raven would be free. If not, Ivy would deal with the consequences. When Ivy summoned the large Venus FlyTrap, the tiniest elements of flora locked away within the walls of this prison began to expand and grow all under Ivy's control. Algae and moss on the outside were a part of the Green just like bacterial flora in the intestinal tract of a human. In an instant if she wanted to, she could bring the building down to the ground. She'd done similar things in Gotham City. Batman had multiple files on the extent of Ivy's powers alone. Fortunately, with her standing as a plant rather than human, with the babies she carried could feel a connection to the Green even stronger than before.   In her younger days, Ivy often lost control of her temper. She wasn't about to do that now. She knew they ALL had to get out of there somehow. She could feel the algae and the moss multiplying in the walls. She ordered them to grow at a slightly more advanced rate. She could depart from this place and leave the others hanging out to dry, but she couldn't. Maybe Rachel was right. Maybe there was some good in Ivy after all.   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

08/09/2023 06:50 PM  MM #3 Sherlock Holmes TW: Drug Use The Lair of the Serpent The smells of misery and woe permeated the air. The dimly lit musty room in which he found himself had an actual ethereal air. He was lying back on a bed with a long thin pipe in his hands. An occasional whisp of smoke left his lips. Everyone had a weakness and this one was his.   His longish curls of black hair speckled with gray were resting against the pillow. Mycroft had pulled him out of places like this on more than one occasion, but since Reichenbach the general populace assumed he was actually dead. It was nice actually to have some sort of "retirement " as it were, but it actually was boring to not be doing anything. He was Sherlock Holmes. He had to do. something. As he lay there in this ethereal place, Sherlock realized how long it had been since he'd seen his favorite opera diva Christine Daae. He had a box at the opera house near that which was cursed the infamous Phantom just because it fascinated him. Hearing the voice of Miss Daae was like listening to heaven above. It was a joy that he often missed. The young woman often in Miss Daae's company was called Foreman. yes! Susan Foreman was a young lady of mystery. She'd actually met a man with proper curls and a silk cravat that insisted he was her grandfather although he didn't physically appear to be old enough to have such a role in Sherlock's opinion. It was no matter. Sherlock had actually missed being in action. He missed the thrill of the chase and the exercise of his mental faculties. He'd been in one too many of his boltholes when he heard of murmuring among the denizens of Chinatown. There were mysterious deaths that were happening among them. Men and women were disappearing. It was a slow trickle at first but the numbers were increasing. 蛇 蛇 [Shé shé] was a monster that was apparently killing innocent people and growing stronger. The last place where any of these people were seen was in this place in which Sherlock left himself fully exposed. Perhaps these visions of a serpent were hallucinations. It was opium. Hallucinations were a part of the entire package. Sherlock inhaled deeply. The smoke left his lungs and filled the room though parted lips. This time he saw something that aroused his curiosity. A green mist looked as though it was coming from every ounce of his body. "What the devil…?" Sherlock's speech was slurred and a growing weakness made his body ache. "Hello….?" The soothing owner of the opium den was near him. Sherlock was trying to focus his gaze on the man. He felt like he was caught in a nightmare. "Rest easy Mr. Holmes. You will be fine in a few hours." The Chinese man had long hair that was snowy white. He had a long mustache and beard that had once been black. The emerald mist that left his body was entering that of the other man. Sherlock felt his eyelids grow heavy. "Rest… alright… just for a little while." He had gone into this den without anyone knowing his name. Just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness, he realized this man spoke his true name. "Who…are….you…?" He managed to whisper as he fell into an opium induced slumber. "Don't worry Mr. Holmes. Death will not take you this night. I have need of you just a little longer. My name is Shang Tsung and your soul is MINE!"   0 Comments

08/08/2023 04:11 PM  Birthday Week MM #2 Johnny Cash The Savage Beast The irony was not lost on him. Johnny Cash, with his checkered past, was now a country music singer about to perform at Folsom Prison. A lot of young men especially were looking for direction and purpose in their lives. Johnny was trying to get his sh*t together but it wasn't always working out like he imagined it would. "Five minutes Mr. Cash." He was dressed in his white shirt, black jacket and pants, with matching boots. His hair was short with a bit of an old bouffant style look to it. The color of his hair matched that of his clothes. This was going to either define his career or it would destroy it. It was January of 1968. He was still a young man. There was a lot that could go right and more that could go wrong. "Alright. Thank ya kindly." The Ozarks came out every time he opened his mouth as did his temper. He walked toward the table where his guitar case was resting. Nimble digits with calluses from playing that guitar touched the smooth shiny metal locks on the case and flipped them up easily. When the case came open, he had to smile. Every time he played his inner demons were silent for just a while. There was nothing quite like sharing his music with others. They got to see a side of Johnny that was actually human. He reached for his guitar. He hiked up a leg up on the nearest chair and rested his guitar across his thigh. His fingers moved as though it was magic itself that propelled them. All the emotions, all the anxiety and the reality of his drug abuse melted away. His screwed up life was stuffed back into a tight ball again as his single notes were becoming cohesive as one familiar tune. Music was his soul. There was a lot to be said about the power of music. The old adage about music soothing the savage beast was true. The demons were silent when the music played. Johnny was in another world. He was free. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder while he was playing. Casually he glanced over his shoulder. "They're ready." The studio had set up a platform with a microphone and a stool for him. The prisoners that had all earned the chance for this reward would be seated all around him. He had a set number of songs he was supposed to do. Honestly, Johnny could honestly go on for hours when it concerned his music. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing either. Johnny lowered his leg and stood on his feet. He looped the strap around his neck. "Let's go." He spoke softly. There was always a little bit of nerves every time he went out to perform. In those earlier days when he was still just some boy from Arkansas, he'd been booed out of a few places. He'd even had a beer or three thrown at him. Now here he was in California at one of the most notorious prisons in the United States. How were they going to react? Johnny was led to the spot where he was going to play by armed security guards. He had no problem with it, since it was part of the rules for the prison. He stood at the bottom of the aisle waiting to step out to meet the guys. He visually scanned the crowd. These guys all looked tough as nails. They were all murmuring and distracted. He swallowed hard. When he got his cue from the engineers, he pushed himself mentally followed by the actual physical movement of walking down the aisle. When he reached the mic, the murmuring noises of the crowds ceased. He began to play the first few notes of the song that had bought him a right to perform here. He leaned into the mic and spoke the words that history would mark as iconic. "Hello…I'm Johnny Cash."     0 Comments

08/07/2023 05:46 PM  Birthday Week MM #1 The Eleventh Doctor The Lonely Man This was always the part he hated. Losing his companions always broke his hearts. Leaving Susan behind on Earth for her own good was when it first started. He was only looking out for her. At least that's what he told himself as Earth became a blue green marble behind him. She didn't know this, but he often sat staring at The TARDIS controls feeling empty inside without her. Then he had his first regeneration. The little hobo, as the next one called him, was the first to meet The Brigadier. That friendship lasted through multiple regenerations. He changed his face, but the Brig kept his face growing older until one day he was gone. They all did that and it made him die a little more each day.   He met Adric when he was in his fourth face. The young man sat with Nyssa and Teagan as his fourth became his fifth. He loved Adric deeply. The boy reminded him of Susan. Then the day came and his hearts were shattered once more. He sat in his study sipping his tea how broken he was. How he cared too much and all it did was hurt those he cared about the most. Companions were his jaw, but also his destruction. You'd have assumed by the time he fell in love with Rose Tyler in his most recent regeneration, that he'd actually learn from his mistakes. If anything, losing Charlie with his Eighth Regeneration should have taught him a lesson. He was too bloody stubborn. He never learned anything. The scene played in his mind over and over again. The Weeping Angels had stolen them away from him. Rory had been taken first but they got him back. Why did he not just pack them up and GO? He stayed in Manhattan. He didn't think that the Angels would strike again. He just didn't think. Rory vanished just out of Amy's reach. Her cry of desperation had ripped his hearts to the quick. He knew what she was going to do because Rory and Amy had a love that very few people experience. The Doctor wasn't allowed to feel those emotions. He wasn't allowed to love. By the time he could reach Amy she was gone. He left River by herself even though she was devastated as he was. She could get through the interference to get to her parents. He couldn’t. He wouldn't see them ever again. "Are you going to come out again?" Madame Vastra's voice reached through the veil of his despair as he stared into the flames of his fireplace in his study. Coming to Vastra, Jenny and Strax was the most logical step he could have taken. He wanted nothing to do with traveling, meeting people, or going about his life as the Eleventh version of The Doctor. He was just fine sitting in this cloud bank hiding away from everything. It hurt too much to exist.   A low chuckle left his lips. "Not likely." He told the Silurian woman. "I just can't do this anymore. I'm tired. So very tired." His eyelids fluttered until he finally fell asleep in his chair. He was overwhelmed with the emotional toll from losing Amy and Rory like he did. Vastra pulled up the blankets around him. She knew that he was in mourning. She couldn't blame him. She'd leave him to his mourning for now. All of space and time needed The Doctor. It was a good thing that Vastra knew how to get in touch with others who would help her to get him back. This was not going to be an easy task. Her mind started to contemplate where and when in time she could find Susan Foreman.   0 Comments

07/31/2023 01:15 PM  MMM - Jill Valentine RE Hell on Earth The floor creaked with every step she took. Tense digits encircled the grip of her weapon. She tried to listen to any sort of sounds around her but the rapid pounding of her heart was all she could hear. The damned mansion was so old that she was surprised that it hadn't fallen apart due to decay from the passage of time. Maybe it was pure evil that it stayed together after all this time? Jill didn't have time to think about any of this as the floor gave way beneath her. She screamed with all her might into the endless void as she fell for what felt like an eternity. The sudden jolt that overwhelmed her when she landed had to have fractured a bone in her hip. Her weapon had been jarred from her hand when she fell sending it flying across the room upon impact. She muttered a few expletives as she tried to push herself up to a standing position. Without warning, the abrupt appearance of the snake made her heart stop for a brief moment of realization of what was about to happen. The creature was absurdly huge with fangs the size of Dobermans. The hissing made her blood run cold. Jill Valentine, STARS Team Alpha stood there staring death right in the face. She held her breath as the monster moved to strike her… ☆☆☆☆ Jill woke up screaming again. It had been 6 weeks since she, Barry and Chris were evacuated from that damned mansion and Wesker's trap. The Raccoon City she knew and loved had become the worst possible version of hell imaginable. The world had gone to oblivion and Umbrella drove it there. Jill moved her feet to the edge of the cot finally resting them on the ground. She had barely escaped her apartment alive when Carlos Oliveira found her. She was rubbing the back of her neck trying to decide if it was worth getting up again to face a town full of monsters to find a handful of survivors. Every night the dreams grew worse. The next morning, if she didn't wake up screaming she woke up in a cold sweat. It was a wonder she could actually function without putting a bullet in her brain. Near her cot several surviving unaffected were here with UBCS trying to just survive. Jill's gaze met up with a mother and her daughter. Jill felt as though she was intruding as she tried not to overtly watch them. The little girl's tear stained face tried to find solace in her mother's worn chocolate hues. Mother was fighting back tears as she caressed her daughter's cheek. Her husband who was the little girl's father was wandering the streets as one of the undead. Jill recognized the mother and her child as being the family of one of the patrolmen of the RCPD. Umbrella did this. Umbrella turned everyone's dreams into nightmares. That was when she realized why she did this. Families like this one had seen so much chaos and upheaval it was time for it all to stop. She looked back again at the mom and little girl. She was going to give this broken family peace they deserved or she would die trying. Jill pushed herself off her cot and stood fully erect. It was time to get back to work. They were all going to need to get out of here to somewhere safe. She swallowed hard as her fears had to be put aside. Sitting around and waiting for death was absolutely unacceptable. Jill was going to make this all better again even if she had to work with UBCS. People like this mom and her little girl deserved no less.   0 Comments

07/20/2023 05:51 PM  Time After Time --- TW: DV Time After Time   𝓞𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 /1849659 The year was 1986. Ronald Reagan was President and the world learned how to "Walk like an Egyptian." For all intents and purposes, Gotham City was just as normal as Metropolis or Star City. Pamela Isley was a sophomore at Gotham City High School with hopes of being a junior come the fall. The pretty ginger seemingly had a lot going for her. Little did anyone know the secrets behind the closed doors at the Isley home. Pamela came downstairs from her bedroom on this particular day dressed for school. It was a modest blouse, a pair of blue jeans and comfortable shoes. Her backpack was sitting by the door. Her mother was the botany teacher at GCHS. She was gladly standing at the stove flipping pancakes. "Good morning Sweetheart!" Caroline Isley acknowledged her daughter with a smile. "I'm making your favorite chocolate chip pancakes again!" Pam squealed and clapped her hands. "You spoil me Mom! You really did!" She sat there at the table waiting for her mom to plate up the pancakes and bring them to her. That's when the front door slammed. Pam and her mother both tensed up because they knew what was going to happen next. George Isley stumbled through the door muttering in an incoherent babbling sound. His words were slurred and the stench of alcohol rolled into the kitchen. Caroline rushed to put the finished pancakes on a plate before he made it into the kitchen. A loud noise followed by screaming obscenities filled the air. "WHAT THE F***! PAMELA!" She closed her eyes tightly hoping beyond all hope that her drunk father hadn't tripped over her backpack next to the door. She was wrong of course. She was about to say something but her mother stopped her. "She's eating breakfast George! Just leave her alone, okay?" She stood protectively over her daughter. Pam squeezed out a tear from her tightly clenched eyes. Her mom was doing it again and her dad didn't like it when she did. "YOUR SLUT DAUGHTER LEFT HER BACKPACK IN THE FLOOR AGAIN GODAMIT!" He staggered into the kitchen where they were reeking of alcohol. It was 7am and he was already plastered. Pam hated him with every ounce of her being. Caroline stood defiant. "You need to go sleep it off George. Just leave Pam alone so she can eat breakfast and go to school." Her mother was the bravest woman that Pam knew in her lifetime even until this day. George pushed Caroline aside before snatching Pam up by her hair, finally landing a choke on his only child's neck. He pressed her against the wall, squeezing tighter, closing off her air supply. "You little slut. Just like your momma aren't you? Did you tell your pal Bruce to cancel the contract my company had to build the new wing for Wayne Enterprises? HUH?" His eyes were filled with hatred and avarice all directed at his daughter. Pam could see stars, she was losing oxygen with each passing moment. "Daddy…please…" She barely managed to squeak from parched lips. Caroline screamed at him through clenched teeth. "YOU'RE KILLING HER! LET HER GO!" She picked up a heavy vase filled with flowers from her garden. She slammed it against the back of her husband's head hard enough that it shattered. He hit the ground like a rock. He was unconscious on the floor. She was crying so hard her makeup was running. "Get your backpack and go Pammy before he wakes up. I promise everything is going to be alright." She rubbed her neck and swallowed hard. It was already turning purple. It was a good thing she had long red hair. "Mom! Why don't you just leave him and take me with you? Bruce and his dad Alfred would help us!" Caroline shook her head. "You know I can't Pammy. Now go. I'll make it up to you about the pancakes." She was a fierce momma bear ready to protect Pam at all costs. She pulled out her purse and handed Pam a wad of cash. "Please Pammy. I'll see you tonight okay?" Pam took the money from her mom and ran out the door of their house with her backpack over her shoulder. She was overcome with a feeling of dread. Her father had never been that angry before. Oh sure he was often angry but that look in his eyes made her shiver. If it hadn't been for her mother, she would have died before she even turned 16. What was going to happen to her mom? ☆☆☆☆☆ Pam made it to school without further incident. She had grabbed an Egg McMuffin on her way to school to stave off her hunger. She was already self conscious about the bruises on her neck. She was trying to hide her neck as best as she could. Bruce was good at telling when she hid something from him. He was the closest thing to a best friend she had. The daughter of a construction worker and the son of billionaires murdered when he was a small boy was an unlikely friendship, but it existed. Pam was glad it did. She was standing at her locker before first period sorting out her books for her first classes. Kids passing behind her paid no attention to her as she looked like just another kid in the hallway. Maybe Bruce would just walk by too. And maybe the sun would stop shining today too…. She sighed to herself knowing that she could never hide anything from Bruce. Pam tried to shake it off and focus on her new school day that was unfolding. She had no idea that this day would mark the first major turning point in her life that would lead her down a poisonous path.   "I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison " credit: james kriet 0 Comments

07/17/2023 11:58 PM  MMM - Ororo Munroe/Storm Coming Home She sat alone on a patio in a chair with a table overlooking the lake. Ororo Munroe had just left Wakanda. She had spent some of the most glorious years of her life there as the Queen and Wife of King T'Challa. Now it was over. She was granted a divorce by T'Challa himself. It all seemed surreal. The gentle breeze that caressed her warm chocolate skin made her smile. The hint of autumn's approach tinted the air. Ororo could feel the very shift in the Earth's Axis that told her that the chill was coming as was colder days. She picked up her cup of tea that she'd been sipping and lifted it to her lips. She had no idea where to go except to go back to the only home she had really ever known. Scott and Jean had been welcoming to her so Ororo was thankful to the goddess for that. Another breeze came this time and drifted through her snowy locks. She allowed her eyes to flutter shut just feeling mother Earth's embrace just when she needed it the most. Once the breeze faded, Ororo stood to her feet. She took a few steps toward the edge. She extended her hands out from her sides. The wind started to whip up around her, lifting her higher into the air. Higher and higher the weather witch was lifted into the atmosphere. She opened her eyes that were the color of the sky itself to see the glorious clouds around her. It had been far too long since she'd been away from everything getting back into decisions she'd made entirely for herself. Did she hate her ex-husband? Of course not. T'Challa was a good man and a benevolent king. There was not enough there to make a childhood promise last more than a few years. Ororo and T'Challa would remain good friends. She'd see to that. But here was where she needed to be. Ororo hovered in the sky drifting along with the air currents. She was above the clouds now feeling the warmth of the late summer sun on her body. To be here, to feel nature was something she'd missed. She didn't hate being indoors but to be here again was just right for all intents and purposes. How could anything be better than this? Ororo had let the wind carry her until she was several miles from her last location. She did a barrel roll in the air that made the birds around her scatter. She let out a hearty laugh as she kept up with her flight pattern. Just ahead she saw the lake. This was the best way to end this flight. Ororo made a clockwise circle with her right hand. A gust of wind pushed her downward in the direction of the lake. Her left arm extended with her fingers spread apart. Air moved in from the direction of her left arm striking the lake and causing a huge spray to come up from the water to cushion her as she dove into the water with a flawless entry. Ororo penetrated the surface of the water and pulled her under safely. She swam to the edge of the water where her old friend Hank McCoy was waiting. She pulled herself out of the water. "How was it?" He asked her while laughing happily. She stood beside him allowing a soft current to dry her body. "It was perfect Hank. I've not felt this good in years." By this time, the former X-Man called Storm was glowing. Hank was so happy for her. They'd known each other for so long, her happiness meant everything to her. "Welcome home Ororo. Welcome home."   0 Comments

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