Fic: Cry Little Sister [4/?]
Title: Cry Little Sister [4/?]
Characters: Artemis, M'gann, ensemble
Pairings: Some Artemis/Wally and Megan/Conner
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: References to illegal genetic experimentation, assassins, violence, spoilers for entire series (so far). Also follows the assumption that Megan is a white Martian.
Summary: A series AU. Artemis is another Cadmus experiment, released by Dubbilex into M'gann's care.
Part 4: Artemis ignores M'gann's rules. Again.
A/N: Takes place during Schooled.
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August 3rd
Artemis raced through the streets with glee, ponytail flying behind her as she barreled toward danger. The mugger screamed as her fists flew out, easily sweeping him away from his stunned victim. He hit bricks and didn’t get up.
“T-thank you!” the woman squeaked, clutching at her purse.
“Whatever,” Artemis barked, and she ran off in search of violence. The training she had - but didn’t have, not really - broke free inside her when she fought. Hints of foreign memories, implanted instincts crying for blood with a hunger for destruction she wasn’t sure was hers. But it was in her regardless, and she intended to enjoy the moments.
M’gann didn’t appreciate her skills. The alien had scanned her mind a few times and was not thrilled to see just how many League members Cadmus had managed to stuff into her head. Black Canary was Artemis’s favorite, all full of simple movements and centering the battle on oneself. Her experiences were especially interesting because Canary rarely used her special abilities, concentrating on physical action. Artemis liked that.
She also liked toys. The G-Gnomes had prepped her with all sorts of information on knives, swords, guns, batarangs, Wonder Woman’s lasso. But her favorite of all was the bow. Something about it sang to her, that half existing memory of string between fingers and hard-won calluses burning as arrows soared. She supposed she could thank Green Arrow for that experience.
She could thank Sportsmaster that she knew how to acquire one.
She heard a noise and swung out her shiny new toy. It gleamed green beneath the flickering streetlights and she briefly thanked the store she’d stolen it from for its gloriously subpar security.
Judging from the landmarks and street names, she guessed she was in Gotham. That too, was something implanted in her mind - geography, history, political locations and situations. It was all necessary for the perfect assassin.
She had hopped atop a truck and wandered from vehicle to vehicle, crushing crime as she went. And if anyone was missing a motorcycle? Well, it wasn’t like an unconscious drug dealer would be looking for it.
Artemis walked down the street, eyes straining for any source of mischief she could disrupt. She felt it before she heard it; a rippling warning before a gigantic BOOM.
She raced towards the noise, thrilled at the potential of a real fight. If there were explosions, it had to be something really bad. That meant a real chance to go all out, not against mindless thugs but a villain (never mind that technically she’d been created to be one). Villains were good, violence was good.
She was surprised to realize the blast had originated from a school building, but hey, anything could be happening.
Like a robot fighting the mini-Justice League.
The robot was winning from what she could tell. It may have helped if M’gann was there, but thankfully M’gann wasn’t there, or else she would have sensed Artemis and probably flayed her alive for leaving the cabin.
Still thinking of all the horrible things the Martian could do to her, Artemis crouched outside a window and watched the fight.
One of the fighters was definitely human, Batman’s sidekick if she remembered correctly. He wasn’t doing so well, though he avoided energy blasts quite nicely. The red-and-yellow boy was zooming around the room, throwing wild punches distastefully. Not much method in his action, or any practiced technique. She sighed.
And then it was him, her brother. He did look like Superman (well, duh), all sharp angles and muscle. But he didn’t have that Superman look, that Superman feel. She had enough villains in her brain to recognize that passionate righteousness in the Man of steel’s eyes, and her fellow abomination didn’t have that look.
He looked pissed.
The robot had the yellow boy. Artemis instinctively took her bow and aimed. She could kill the sidekick, if she wanted. All she had to do was let go, watch her arrow soar into his heart or his brain. It would be so easy. She could kill them all, maybe even her brother.
She squinted at him, all contorted rage and flashing blue eyes. Snarling teeth and underneath that t-shirt, a heart sewn together by others. She could tear that heart to pieces.
No, she decided. It’s not fun then.
She let go.
M’gann shouted at her later, warned her that the League was getting suspicious, but it did nothing to stop the grin on her face.
Characters: Artemis, M'gann, ensemble
Pairings: Some Artemis/Wally and Megan/Conner
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: References to illegal genetic experimentation, assassins, violence, spoilers for entire series (so far). Also follows the assumption that Megan is a white Martian.
Summary: A series AU. Artemis is another Cadmus experiment, released by Dubbilex into M'gann's care.
Part 4: Artemis ignores M'gann's rules. Again.
A/N: Takes place during Schooled.
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August 3rd
Artemis raced through the streets with glee, ponytail flying behind her as she barreled toward danger. The mugger screamed as her fists flew out, easily sweeping him away from his stunned victim. He hit bricks and didn’t get up.
“T-thank you!” the woman squeaked, clutching at her purse.
“Whatever,” Artemis barked, and she ran off in search of violence. The training she had - but didn’t have, not really - broke free inside her when she fought. Hints of foreign memories, implanted instincts crying for blood with a hunger for destruction she wasn’t sure was hers. But it was in her regardless, and she intended to enjoy the moments.
M’gann didn’t appreciate her skills. The alien had scanned her mind a few times and was not thrilled to see just how many League members Cadmus had managed to stuff into her head. Black Canary was Artemis’s favorite, all full of simple movements and centering the battle on oneself. Her experiences were especially interesting because Canary rarely used her special abilities, concentrating on physical action. Artemis liked that.
She also liked toys. The G-Gnomes had prepped her with all sorts of information on knives, swords, guns, batarangs, Wonder Woman’s lasso. But her favorite of all was the bow. Something about it sang to her, that half existing memory of string between fingers and hard-won calluses burning as arrows soared. She supposed she could thank Green Arrow for that experience.
She could thank Sportsmaster that she knew how to acquire one.
She heard a noise and swung out her shiny new toy. It gleamed green beneath the flickering streetlights and she briefly thanked the store she’d stolen it from for its gloriously subpar security.
Judging from the landmarks and street names, she guessed she was in Gotham. That too, was something implanted in her mind - geography, history, political locations and situations. It was all necessary for the perfect assassin.
She had hopped atop a truck and wandered from vehicle to vehicle, crushing crime as she went. And if anyone was missing a motorcycle? Well, it wasn’t like an unconscious drug dealer would be looking for it.
Artemis walked down the street, eyes straining for any source of mischief she could disrupt. She felt it before she heard it; a rippling warning before a gigantic BOOM.
She raced towards the noise, thrilled at the potential of a real fight. If there were explosions, it had to be something really bad. That meant a real chance to go all out, not against mindless thugs but a villain (never mind that technically she’d been created to be one). Villains were good, violence was good.
She was surprised to realize the blast had originated from a school building, but hey, anything could be happening.
Like a robot fighting the mini-Justice League.
The robot was winning from what she could tell. It may have helped if M’gann was there, but thankfully M’gann wasn’t there, or else she would have sensed Artemis and probably flayed her alive for leaving the cabin.
Still thinking of all the horrible things the Martian could do to her, Artemis crouched outside a window and watched the fight.
One of the fighters was definitely human, Batman’s sidekick if she remembered correctly. He wasn’t doing so well, though he avoided energy blasts quite nicely. The red-and-yellow boy was zooming around the room, throwing wild punches distastefully. Not much method in his action, or any practiced technique. She sighed.
And then it was him, her brother. He did look like Superman (well, duh), all sharp angles and muscle. But he didn’t have that Superman look, that Superman feel. She had enough villains in her brain to recognize that passionate righteousness in the Man of steel’s eyes, and her fellow abomination didn’t have that look.
He looked pissed.
The robot had the yellow boy. Artemis instinctively took her bow and aimed. She could kill the sidekick, if she wanted. All she had to do was let go, watch her arrow soar into his heart or his brain. It would be so easy. She could kill them all, maybe even her brother.
She squinted at him, all contorted rage and flashing blue eyes. Snarling teeth and underneath that t-shirt, a heart sewn together by others. She could tear that heart to pieces.
No, she decided. It’s not fun then.
She let go.
M’gann shouted at her later, warned her that the League was getting suspicious, but it did nothing to stop the grin on her face.