Hello darkness my old friend....
Characters: Vin and Elaine. Open to people coming to find her.
Time: Evening of February 15th. Immediately after she, Thomas and Kitten find Thomas.
Location: Between the Blackstone and Millenium Park
Content: Finding evidence of Elaine's presence in Thomas' apartment, Vin sets off in hot pursuit.
Warning: Some disturbing content.
Format: Prose. ( Read more... )
Time: Evening of February 15th. Immediately after she, Thomas and Kitten find Thomas.
Location: Between the Blackstone and Millenium Park
Content: Finding evidence of Elaine's presence in Thomas' apartment, Vin sets off in hot pursuit.
Warning: Some disturbing content.
Format: Prose. ( Read more... )
Breathe.
The word repeated itself in Vin's mind over and over again as she laid there on the street, curled into a ball, shivering hard as water soaked through her clothing, chilling her despite the magic burning her alive from the inside out. Rainwater choked her with each gasp, sending her body into spasms as her lungs rejected it. It almost felt like she was drowning and Vin had to struggle to hold back waves of sheer, mindless panic, had to struggle to keep her mind working through the agony but it was so hard. It hurt so much. Dimly the thought entered her mind that she was dying, alone and in agony, in this storm.
Panic flared again, threating to steal what little breath she could draw in.
Breathe!
It took a long time to register in the tortured girl's mind when Granny spoke to her and she managed to open her eyes, squinting past a blur of tears at her. Then something fell across her, something heavy and warm and relatively dry and Jenn was there. The reality of a world outside the pain suddenly spun back to her and Vin sobbed, one hand jerking out to grab Jenn's and clutch at it in a painful grip. Her pewter was gone, burned and converted into whatever magic was ripping through her now but her grip was tight nonetheless.
Breathe.
She had to tell them something, give them some idea of what had just happened. She scrambled, trying to pull her thoughts together but each time she tried to speak, more rainwater snuck down her throat wracking her body, coughs that turned into a choked off scream as fresh spikes of pain lanced through her body with each sudden movement. Finally, after a supreme effort she choked out the only words she could think of, the only answer to their concerns that her mind could give:
"It hurts--!"
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"Some blasted fool got themselves twisted up in what they don't understand," she answered, not even trying to hide the sharpness in her voice. Nor did she both in the least to explain whether or not she was referring to Vin or not with her comment about fools.
The question about whether or not she had a phone, on the other hand, was ignored. She hadn't had any idea what one one was, to start with, and there was something far more important to tend to at any rate. She couldn't have said what was twisting Vin inside out, or near enough, but she didn't need to. There was already someone there who knew well enough enough had happened. All she needed... was a moment to think for herself.
A moment free of pain, and with a muttered complaint she went to her knees and laid a hand on the cold stone of the street.
There were no words said. Granny needed no words. There was simply a moment of silence and the pain - the physical pain - simply lifted away from Vin and vanished, while the stone around her hand began to spit and hiss under the rain that continued to fall around them.
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The elderly woman answered her cryptically, but aside from actually being dressed like a witch, she seemed to have an idea of what was going on as she leaned down next to Vin. Jennifer huddled over her friend, shuffling around and placing her head in her own lap, as soaked as it was, hunching over her to keep the rain off her face.
"Vin...come on honey." She said softly. "Deep breaths. You can do it."
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Even death. She was dying, she knew it, she had to be and she wished it would happen already. She wished that final darkness would finally fall and sweep her out of her body, away from the suffering.
And then the pain simply ended. And she was alive.
She nearly screamed from the shock of relief alone, and did let out a ragged cry as her lungs filled for the first time in what felt like her entire life. Immediately, the tension flooded from her body and she slumped on the ground. Pain was exhausting and her eternity of torment had leeched the strength right out of her, but she didn't care. She only breathed, basking in the ability to draw breath and in the frigid water seeping through her clothes, so different from the burning that had raged in her just a moment again.
"Stupid." She managed after a moment, her voice cracking and hoarse. "I'm so stupid."
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"You should be glad you're alive, girl," she answered, making no attempt to hide the sharpness of her voice or the related fact that she quite agreed with Vin's assessment that she was stupid. Not that most young people these days had the sense that they were born with, as she saw it, but that didn't negate the underlying fact that whatever she'd tried had been boneheadedly stupid by the best of definitions.
Meanwhile, the stone of the street continued to crackle and hiss under Granny's hand.
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There was no way that this was metal fatigue, Vin was too smart for that. But Jennifer knew that it had to be something horrible to have taken down her friend like this. She looked back at the elderly woman again, noting the spell.
"Ma'am? Are you going to have to let that go back to her again? If so I want to call for some help as soon as possible. Please let me know."
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As Jenn asked her question, Vin's mind was already working, trying to think back... and immediately reeled back as the memory flooded her mind. The memory of that darkness, raging and all-consuming, clawed at her and she fled from it, pushing it away.
"I don't know. A woman... I can't remember who." She answered, blinking slowly, suddenly wondering why she felt so numb.
Her eyes flickered back to the pavement under Granny's hand, watching it hiss and crackle and she was aware of her breath quickening, her heart pounding, aware of the panic at the sight of that energy coiled just within reach and waiting to strike. The memory of the woman she'd faced threatened again and the breaths she'd once been relieved to be able to take now came too fast, making her lightheaded.
But still, Vin was only aware of the panic seizing her body without feeling it. She needed time, quiet, she needed to be away from that spitting ground. She felt detached, like she'd disconnected from what had happened to her and what was happening around her now.
"Jenn." She said suddenly, turning to look at woman again, her eyes and voice quiet and disconnected despite her own panic, almost analytical. "I have to go back to my room, can't be here." One of her arms shifted without realizing it and she continued after a second. "I have metals in my pockets... I can't bring them with me. They hurt."
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"If she wants to be goin' anywhere," Granny answered.
It was, perhaps, not quite the truth. She could probably have found a way to keep the spell running while they moved. But she wasn't here to solve people's problems for them. Give them the chance to get there, yes. But that was what they needed. And nothing here said that this girl needed to have the pain taken away for good. Not at her age.
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Jennifer glanced at the elderly woman and nodded, and fiddled one handed with the coat over Vin. She called the first person she could think of that might be able to help. Someone who knew magic, who could remove magic. Someone who had tried to help her before. She called John, and told him the situation.
When she was finished, she stroked Vin's cheek again, and spoke quietly to her. "I'm going to change now, and carry you to someone who can help. Then we'll go to your room."
With some effort, Jennifer released her hand from Vin's, and glanced at the other woman again. "Ma'am, I'm going to carry her to someone who can help. I can carry you too, if you want to come with us. Thank you for your help so far."
It was then that she kicked off her shoes and stood barefoot in the street for a moment, concentrating. It had been so long since she had done this. There was the anger, bubbling up inside at whoever had done this, so easy to access. But she had to push that aside. Anger would not do now. It would only hurt. She had to find something else.
Care for Vin, love for a woman she would consider as sister. Righteous anger was better than pure rage, and she grabbed that. Her eyes bled away to emerald green, and her body shifted and changed, growing tall and broad. Her clothing tore away, revealing the dark suit she always wore beneath her normal clothes, covering her arms but leaving her legs bare.
There was a moment when She-Hulk lost control, that the figures on the ground meant nothing. The idea of tearing through buildings until she found whatever did this to Vin felt pretty damn good. But she pressed that down, and leaned over, picking up Vin as carefully as someone might pick up a piece of spun glass.
"You hoppin' aboard, lady?" She-Hulk asked.
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"Okay." She said when Jennifer told her she was going to change and wondered if her voice was really as small as it sounded to her. Her hand released Jenn's and sank beneath the coat again, the motion dreamy and slow.
She'd felt something like this before, when she was very young. She'd come across some bread and was bringing it home when two men came and knocked her down, punching and kicking her until she started coughing out her own blood and released it. She'd then watched the men turn on each other, fighting over the loaf of bread until one of them got the upper hand and started smashing the other's head against the street until he died. Reen had found her not long after, curled against the alley wall and staring blankly at the corpse. He'd beaten her after she recovered.
She was snapped out of the memory as She-Hulk picked her up, and she huddled closer to the taller woman as if her presence would banish those bad memories. She turned her head slowly, studying the old woman for a moment before glancing at the ground beneath her hand and swallowing.
"If you're going to let that go, at least do it now so I'll be ready for it...." It was the least she could ask.
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In one fluid motion that belied her age, Granny rose to her feet, drawing herself up tall and proud, before fixing Jenn with a stare that could have split diamond. Left unattended, the spell she'd been holding broke, and little by little the pain returned to Vin as Granny spoke up.
"I ain't so old that I can't walk." Her voice was cold enough that it could have raised icicles on icicles, and anything that Vin had said was ignored in favor of the slight that had been (perhaps unintentionally) offered to her.
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Unphased by the glare or the cold tone, She-Hulk took a running start, Vin held tightly in her hands. As she built up speed, she lept into the air and came down a block further in half the time that even her huge legs would have carried her in a run. Using the momentum of landing, she kicked off again and was launched through the air again, coming down.
Each place she landed was marked by a crater, but she was less than concerned about that. She could feel the young woman in her arms in pain, and that was enough to push aside the fury and drive her forward, right into the doors of the Hard Rock Hotel. She stopped only to look around and find John.
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She did her best to steel herself against the pain, she really did. She reminded herself that it was just pain, that pain always passed one way or the other, and that she could handle it. But as the burning rushed through her again, the defenses she'd put in place against it collapsed and a long, sharp cry tore from her throat. Fire seared through her again, choking off her breath again and making tears fall from her eyes.
Except this time she wasn't alone, wasn't suffering on the cold pavement, and somehow that made an important difference. She buried her face against She-Hulk's shoulder as the taller woman leaped across the city, borrowing whatever strength she could. It was just pain, she could handle pain.
Jenn was here.
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She knew she was being a fool. She hadn't the slightest idea where to find a hard rock (as if rock could be anything else) in this place. But between pride and stubbornness she'd gone and turned away an honest offer. Still, if it was walk or be carried, she'd much rather walk. She'd been walking all her life; no sense in stopping now.
Besides, she was leaving a simple enough path behind as she went. All Granny had to do was follow it.
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He should never have let Vin disappear like that.
The private investigator sighed and waited in the lobby with his hands in his coat pockets. He barely even moved when the doors suddenly burst from the wall and a tall green woman landed in the hotel lobby. Oh, so it was She-Hulk now. Perhaps he should have figured that would be the case.
"What did it do to her?"
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Setting Vin down gently, she began cleaning out her pockets, fast as any pickpocket, removing the vials of metals her friend kept on her. She-Hulk repressed a growl as John came towards them, and let Vin hold her hand and squeeze as tightly as she needed to, feeling nothing, not the cold from being soaking wet as she dripped on the carpet or the clench of the weakening hand.
"An old woman helped us at first. She used magic and was able to transfer the spell away for a short time, but she had to release it. You offered to detox Jennifer at one point in time, I vaguely remember. I figure you can do that with magic too." She continued, her hand surprisingly gentle as she pushed some of Vin's wet hair away from the girl's face.
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