Their Only Savior (Ivy; #149: Music of the Night; R/M)
Title: Their Only Savior
Universe: General
Genre: Drama
Rating: Soft R/M
Characters/Pairings: Poison Ivy
Word Count: 536
Warnings: N/A
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters within belong to DC comics, not the author.
She can hear them no matter where she is or what time of day or night is upon them. She hears her babies crying out for her help every second of her life. Roses cry from being planted too soon and beg for help from the cold. Trees full of fear whine that man will soon be upon them with their axes and bulldozers. Even the shrubs whimper from the abuse they endure at the feet of both man and dog.
Their branches surge toward her, seeking help, desperately aching to pull the only one who can or will save them closer to their aid. Their roots shake in the tender ground of the earth. Ivy feels it all as she keeps working on her plan.
One by one, they call to her; one by one, she kills those who have hurt them. Together, they scream in her blood, in her flesh, in her very essence. She screams for them as she slays more humans. Humanity is such a dreadful thing: for a race to think themselves so high and mighty and yet butcher everything in the pathway of their so-called progress. They all deserve to die, and she's willing to bring death to every one of them single handedly.
But there just isn't enough hours in the day to reach all who need her. She saves plant after plant, kills human after human, and yet still there's more of the horrible humans treading on her friends, cutting them down to build their houses and make their papers, ripping them out of homes some have had since the beginning of time. Their cruelty knows no end, but neither does her passion.
Day after day, night after night, she works tirelessly. She frees more plants, rids the world of more humans, and yet, still more pour into the land that should be theirs. They come with their torches and machines. They come with their prejudice and hatred. They come in the name of their progress and of their race, the most despicable Goddess ever placed on Earth.
They come and come, and no matter how many she kills, there's still more. No matter how many lives she saves, she's still needed. No matter what she does, it's not enough. But there are times when the night is still. There are times when her praises are sung from earth to sky instead of another trillion calls for help.
There are times when she can still smile, like now as she holds a rich tycoon out of his window and dangles him in the air. Her friends aren't begging for help now; they're cheering her on instead. The bushes, the flowers, the very weeds shout her name in triumph, and the trees sway, chanting her beauty and might.
She's all they have. She alone is their savior. She smiles as they sing out her name. The night is full of music celebrating her, and the screams of the tycoon just add to the power of the ballad singing in her veins. She smiles and lets him drop, ridding the world of another filthy and ruthless human and saving another billion or so of her most cherished, and only, friends.
The End
Universe: General
Genre: Drama
Rating: Soft R/M
Characters/Pairings: Poison Ivy
Word Count: 536
Warnings: N/A
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters within belong to DC comics, not the author.
She can hear them no matter where she is or what time of day or night is upon them. She hears her babies crying out for her help every second of her life. Roses cry from being planted too soon and beg for help from the cold. Trees full of fear whine that man will soon be upon them with their axes and bulldozers. Even the shrubs whimper from the abuse they endure at the feet of both man and dog.
Their branches surge toward her, seeking help, desperately aching to pull the only one who can or will save them closer to their aid. Their roots shake in the tender ground of the earth. Ivy feels it all as she keeps working on her plan.
One by one, they call to her; one by one, she kills those who have hurt them. Together, they scream in her blood, in her flesh, in her very essence. She screams for them as she slays more humans. Humanity is such a dreadful thing: for a race to think themselves so high and mighty and yet butcher everything in the pathway of their so-called progress. They all deserve to die, and she's willing to bring death to every one of them single handedly.
But there just isn't enough hours in the day to reach all who need her. She saves plant after plant, kills human after human, and yet still there's more of the horrible humans treading on her friends, cutting them down to build their houses and make their papers, ripping them out of homes some have had since the beginning of time. Their cruelty knows no end, but neither does her passion.
Day after day, night after night, she works tirelessly. She frees more plants, rids the world of more humans, and yet, still more pour into the land that should be theirs. They come with their torches and machines. They come with their prejudice and hatred. They come in the name of their progress and of their race, the most despicable Goddess ever placed on Earth.
They come and come, and no matter how many she kills, there's still more. No matter how many lives she saves, she's still needed. No matter what she does, it's not enough. But there are times when the night is still. There are times when her praises are sung from earth to sky instead of another trillion calls for help.
There are times when she can still smile, like now as she holds a rich tycoon out of his window and dangles him in the air. Her friends aren't begging for help now; they're cheering her on instead. The bushes, the flowers, the very weeds shout her name in triumph, and the trees sway, chanting her beauty and might.
She's all they have. She alone is their savior. She smiles as they sing out her name. The night is full of music celebrating her, and the screams of the tycoon just add to the power of the ballad singing in her veins. She smiles and lets him drop, ridding the world of another filthy and ruthless human and saving another billion or so of her most cherished, and only, friends.
The End