Meme - five Backstories
1.) I've been here for days, but I don't know where 'here' is.
The lights above me are blinding, but I can't blink.
I'm in agony, but I can't move.
All I can do is lay here naked and cold on this metal slab, watching, listening- feeling as I am being methodically dissected. Listening to the towering long-limed being move around me, one of the monsters that looms over me as they take me apart bit by bit. Listening to the rip of sinew, the snipping of nerves, the muffled cutting of muscles and the crack and snapping of bone.
I'm in a nightmare, but I can't wake up.
At first I knew my Love would come for me... That Longshot would rescue me. I knew at any moment I would see his beautiful face come crashing through those doors, his blond hair like a halo around him, throwing knives at the ready. But he never came and I know now that he wasn't coming.
I want to cry, but I have no more tears.
There is a heavy 'thunk' next to my head, I turn my eyes and see my tormentor has removed my other arm. It now lays useless and still in the shallow bowl next to my other one, like some sort of demented painter's still-life.
I hear the snipping of some instrument, I feel the harsh tugs as the shaggy haired being cuts various tendons and rips out my other shoulder blade. I hear him muttering to himself in some strange language as he goes about his work, sometimes turning to look at a computer screen full of strange symbols and diagrams. Sometimes he would pick up what looked like a three fingered metal arm before turning and typing down some hurried notes, then he would return to cut something else away.
I wish I would pass out, but have remained stubbornly conscious.
All I know is that my tormentor's name is Arize. During the first day I had tried pleading with him, begging as I searched his bearded face, but he just continued on, seeming deaf to my words. Deaf to my howls and screams. The pleading in my eyes meant nothing to him as he continued to work, lost in whatever plans he had.
I'm incapable of screaming now, my throat dry and ripped, now all I can do is scream in silence as I lay here gutted, my abdomen opened as he picked through my organs.
I should be dead- I wish I was dead.
There is the distinctive sound of many spidery legs clicking on the floor of the room as the other one, the hideous yellow one comes in again. Mojo, that is the name of the horrible, sickly-yellow and bloated being that would come and go, ranting and raving. Sometimes seeming to order the other long-limed monster about or simply content to rave at anything in general, waving it's long fatty arms about. Every now and then it would come close to me, so close that I could feel it's hot rancid smelling breath on my face as those frightening spindly fingers would reach out, touching and probing my body as if I was nothing but a lifeless doll. Some times it would scream at me, seeming to demand something, spittle flying, but I didn't understand what it wanted. I only understood the horrible glee in it's eyes as it reveling in my pain and agony, drinking in my suffering.
Apparently he has come back to check on the progress of the other again. Seeming greatly irritated as he skittered about the room before eventually losing interest and coming over to me once again, that same sick glee in his eyes.
I can do nothing but watch as one long fingered hand reached out for me again, his hand disappears from my limited field of sight. It is then that I feel a strange pull in my belly, followed by an odd feeling of unraveling. His sickly-yellow hand comes back into view and I see two of his long fingers have hooked a slimy length of what looks like intestine. Bringing it to his face, he curiously gives it a sniff before his wide stretched mouth opens and a long sticky tongue slithers out as he gives it a tentative lick before dropping it in apparent disgust, wiping at his mouth and dramatically spitting.
The other monstrous being then hurries over, shooing the yellow one away, he is covered in blood, my blood. Some type of nasty looking instrument in his hand. After some more yelling and hurried gestures the yellow one, Mojo, leaves in a snit as the other returns to his grim work. I watch him put down the instrument he was holding and select another from a nearby tray that looked a bit like a screwdriver, but with a thick needle instead of a flat head. He then turned and I heard him flip a small switch on the slab I lay, it was then that I realized that I could no longer move my eyes, I was completely paralyzed now. The tall monster then loomed over me again, the look on his bearded face was that of an artist concentrating on project of importance, but there was not one shred of sympathy for me. This being was simply doing a job.
I can do nothing but lay there and stare as the needle come at my right eyes now, I can do nothing but gasp as it punctures the delicate lens, feeling it move through the jelly of my eyeball and begin to punch through the back of my socket, a sharp crack as thin bone began to give way.
I wish I had never met that fucking blond bastard...
2.) I dance.
Limbs twist in and out, molding and shaping time and space around me. I travel the Wildways at will, I travel the paths between at my whim.
I dance for him.
Six arms to change and shift. Metal and flesh combine space and time.
I revel in the dance of death and destruction.
Yet I have no will, my body is no longer my own. I have been abandoned to this foul creature by a being of smiles and sunlight with all the luck in the universe... but none for me. Left to dance on the end of my chain in the shadows as he and his SongBird fly free in the sun.
I dance for the Master.
His fat, putrid form sickens me, yet it is he who holds my chain. In the deepest parts of my mind, I remember another woman. Instead of white, I see black hair, instead of three fingers, I see four, instead of six arms, I see two. Her name was Rita. She was not a slave...
I was once free, now I am a slave.
I am Spiral, slave-dancer to Mojo.
3.) The thrill of battle races through my veins, my swords sing as I leap and flip, twirling and lunging, my arms a blur of motion as I move through the small hidden camp.
My many opponents are skilled, these are some of the best lines the arena had produced, further skilled by their time spent in the Cadre Alliance. But for all their skills, I am far better and they fall like cut flowers under my swords as I dance their destruction.
Yet though I slaughter them easily, their blood flowing like rivers, staining the walls and stone floor, they are brave, they don't hesitate for a moment to leap forward and cross weapons with me. Some even able to hold their own for a moment or two, foolish, but brave none the less. For that alone I kill them swiftly, a swords through each heart, instant death by a massive concussive blast, a crushed skull, a blaster to the head or a simple decapitation, many are dead before they even hit the ground. Harsh, but I offer them an honorable death.
I make sure to kill them all, leaving non alive, the small hidden base is soon deathly quiet. Four hands still holding my blood soaked swords, I then turn my attention to the pirated equipment they had been using. Stolen parts and cannibalized bits of equipment used to keep in contact with the other scattered groups of the Cadre Alliance.
Kicking a large goat headed body out of the way I find a small communications relay. I check it over and sure enough there are at least six different communications from other Cadre groups.
I roll my eyes in disgust, Fools! Why didn't they blank the memory every time they got or sent a communication!? With this alone Mojo could tract down seventy percent of the Rebellion. The Cadre Alliance should be thankful I got rid of such sloppy fools!
As I stand there holding the small relay in two of my hands, I imagine how thrilled Mojo would be if I brought this to him. He could finally wipe out most of the Rebellion with this little piece of scraped together equipment in my hands, I can almost hear him cackling in glee even now.
A loud sound breaks the stillness of the hidden base as I smash the small relay in my hands, I then follow it up by dropping the crushed bit of scrap to the floor and obliterating the remains with my blaster.
Putting the blaster away, I give the smoking ruins and the scattered bodies one final look. Mojo's troops would soon be here to recycle the bodies and burn all that was left of this small base- after they where done scouring it for anything about the possible locations of the other Cadre Alliance groups.
For the continuation of the Rebellion some must be sacrificed, so that others may continue the fight.
With that I open a portal and step through, if Mojo is please I have plans to go back to earth for awhile. I'm still a part of Freedom Force and need to make a side trip to a parallel universe to pick something up for Mystique. Something about a little 'insurance' if that cow Val or the Government turned on us. With a deep breath I step out of the portal and into Mojo's main audience chamber, the portal closing behind me. I then turned to the massive disgusting yellow being skitter about the room on his spider-legged platform, a hurried Major Domo following in his wake.
"About damn time!" He bellowed when he finally saw me, his grating voice ringing through the humid air.
"Well!?" he demanded, skittering over to me.
"I have done as you commanded, my Lord. They were nothing but a solitary group of trouble makers. They have been eliminated."
4.) "Mother!" came a shout and the sound of running feet.
I looked up from polishing one of my swords and watched as Benjamin ran into the living room, his red hair swinging behind him like a tail.
"What is it, my Little One?" I asked. Swiftly re-sheathing my sword and putting it on the coffee table before the four year old bundle of energy bounced up on to the couch next to me.
"Look wha I made!" he chirped excitedly, a big grin on his face as he waved a large and partly crumpled piece of paper at me.
"I can't see it if you don't hold it still, Little One!" I laughed, two of my hands reaching out to to take hold of the paper.
"Here! Look, look! I made in my self!" Benjamin urged eagerly, seeming to almost vibrate with excitement.
"It's lovely, Benjamin!" I cooed as I sat him on my lap. Two of my hands holding his latest masterpiece as I looked over his shoulder, two of my arms holding him close as one of my others brushed some stray strands of red hair that had escaped his braid behind one small ear.
"See Mother! It's us, when we went to that place with the pretty purple flowers that made pretty sounds when we touch 'em. Oh! And they had three moons in the sky! See, it's you," he said, pointing at a white and blue scribbled figure standing in the scribbled purple field, with six squiggle lines coming out of the body.
"And that's me!" He chirped pointing at the small red and gray bean-like shape holding on to one of the squiggle lines from the first figure. I watched as he turned and looked up at me with bright eyes, so full of pride at his accomplishment.
My heart hurt at the sight of it, feeling as if it would burst, the love I held for this child was beyond anything I thought myself capable of. It was in moments like these that I could almost forget who and what I was. That everything was normal, we where simply a family living our simple lives here in Boston, safe from everything, safe from all monsters.
It's wonderful," I told him, some how able to hold back the wobble in my voice as I smiled at him. Giving him a fierce hug and a kiss on the temple that made him giggle and squirm in my arms. One of my arms was careful to hold the picture safely out of the way as I proceeded to gave the little boy in my arms a quick tickle. I looked down at him with a mock scowl as he squealed in laughter, legs kicking, not fooled for a moment.
"Come let us put this in a place of honor!" I told him after he had calmed. Picking him up as I got up from the couch and ported up to the kitchen.
Benjamin didn't even blink, so used to my porting had he become. With him on my hip, I walked over to the refrigerator and using some dinosaur magnets, I pinned the picture there. After getting his nod of approval I kissed his cheek again and set him down, watching him run off to his room with a smile, no doubt planning to draw something else.
I then turned to the whimsical drawing on the fridge, the two happy scribbled figures standing in the middle of the scribbled purple field of flowers. I stood there for many long moments, lost in thought before I finally turned to start dinner.
5.) I kneel alone in a large field of purple blossoms, my helmet resting beside me in the grass as a breeze played with my long white hair.
This place has always soothed the madness in me, the rage and power. Here I can almost feel at peace.
This is a small dimension I found years ago in one of my many wondering. I love this place, I even took Mystique and Irene here once, for Irene's birthday.
This quiet place had also been Benjamin's favorite place to go, even when he was older. I remember how I would pack us a lunch and we would make a day of it, practicing kata or sparring in the field. Showing him different techniques, perfecting his tumbling and jumps. Other times he was simply content to read or do homework as I worked on a spell or messed with some new gadget from the Bodyshoppe.
A soft breeze rustled the flowers around me, causing them to chime like delicate glass bells as I stare up into a vast ocean of stars with three sickle moons above me. I don't feel like being alone... perhaps I will see if Raven wouldn't mind some company tonight, maybe go kill or steal something.
I know my Benjamin is gone... He's been gone for years now and it is because of his body that Gaveedra was given a second chance to live, but I find I am torn.
I was full of such joy that Gaveedra lives once again. Not even my bitter hate for Longshot could stand before my desperate want to save him, his lifeless body so limp in my arms. I would not lose another, that was all that played through my mind, but there was only one way to save the being in my arms and I needed both Benjamin and Longshot to do it. My heart had leap, when the transfer had succeeded and yet.... I am full of sorrow as well. For with the passing of Gaveedra's Uemeur into Benjamin's empty body, it marked his final and complete passing.
I would cry... if I was still capable of doing so.
A bitter smile comes to my face as I think of us all there. Shatterstar, Longshot, Benjamin and me, all in the same dark room. Like some sort of demented reunion, yet only I knew our true connection, all of us in one small room of a mental institution.
Could there have been a better place for it?
((The second one is mosty from a small fic I found, I changed some things, but thought it was perfect. So I can't take full credit for that one.))