Post by Admin on Sept 19, 2018 20:03:08 GMT -5
Right Now…[/i]
I should just lay here.. what’s even the point of getting up anymore…
Captain Marvel lays at the bottom of a very deep hole, one made by herself actually. Well made by the immense impact of her body against the ground. Her body is partially covered in rubble, and she just aches. She’s never been beaten like she has been by these nameless.. assassins. She thinks they’re assassins. For sure, they were out to kill her. And she assumes that they think they did. Otherwise she seriously doubt they would have stopped, or backed off. Not while she was still breathing.. even if it is just barely.
About a week ago, 5:20 AM[/i]
This particular Tuesday had started as any other Tuesday has been starting these past few months. Her alarm goes off promptly at 5:20 in the AM, and her beloved cat (laying on the edge of her bed) looks at her as if to say.. are you fucking crazy? The blond haired woman groans as she pushes herself out of bed, taking a moment to get her bearings as the rest of her mind slowly wakes up. Still half asleep she slips out of her night clothes (a t-shirt and boxer shorts) and slips into her ‘sweat gear’. A pair of jogging pants and a loose fitting t-shirt that says in big blue letters on the front ‘Air Force’. More and more awake she’s getting now, and she scoops up her iPod and her earbuds, putting them into her ears. She kind of skips downstairs and picks up her housekey, and then out the front door she goes.
Carol walks down the stone lane away from her house and goes into a slow jog down her street. At this point in the day there are a few lights on in the houses around her, but for the most part her neighborhood is still asleep. She starts a playlist on her iPod, and the song ‘Immigrant Song’ starts to play in her ears. Her pace now quickens as she jogs down the street, Led Zeppelin filling her ears, followed by Foo Fighters, then the Beatles, and then Of Monsters And Men.
She jogs for almost an hour, and her pace goes into a fast walk as she rounds back towards her neighborhood. She stops and leans on a tree to catch her breath.. and her eyes move discretely to the house just in front of where she rests. She pulls her iPod from her pocket and checks the time… she’s a minute or so early, but he should be.. ah there he is! She quickly navigates on her iPod and starts a new song, ‘I Do Need You’ by Bell Biv Devoe. As she ‘rests’ against that tree, a man exits the front door of that house, dressed in a very slick business suit. His hair combed perfectly, a pleasant little smile upon his handsome face. He pushes a button on his carkey, and the car parked before him in the driveway unlocks itself with a flash of its headlights, and he opens the car door. He notices Carol there and gives a pleasant wave and a ‘good morning’ as he smiles to her. And Carol just sheepishly waves back to him as she smiles. This is the part of her morning jog she loves the most, being able to see him getting into his car for work. Nearly the same time every single morning. And then… Carol looks towards his house and sees his lovely wife waving to him from the front window. That bitch.
Carol jogs the rest of the way back to her modest little home, and she promptly gets a shower and changes her clothes. It’s then to breakfast and checking her mail and messages. So at her kitchen table she sits with her laptop open, looking over whatever messages have been left for her in cyberspace. All the while enjoying a bowl of Apple-Cinnamon Cheerios. She’s been on a Cheerios kick lately. Her cat, Chewie, helps herself up onto the table casually lays down next to Carol’s laptop, right where the warm air vents from it. “Chewie get down please.” Carol says as she reads another blog about the Seattle crime scene. She glances at her cat and says again as she looks back to her laptop “Chewie, get down” and the cat just glances at her, seeming to be annoyed by her voice. That particular battle ends as it usually does, with Chewie not moving and Carol saying no more. And speaking of her kitty.. she logs onto Facebook real quick, and she uploads a picture of Chewie cuddling with a teddy bear. She tags ‘Jessica Drew’ on the post, and writes the comment ‘Chewie’s found a new love, cuddling with my teddy bear when I’m not home! El oh el!’
And this ‘plain’ routine plays itself out nearly every day for the next few days. Just as it has been for the last 7 months. Ever since she quit the Avengers and distanced herself from them. She’s spoken to Jessica of course on a regular basis, but the others she hasn’t attempted to get into contact with. She’s still too humiliated for that. To ashamed of herself. The last time she saw them… they were ready to vote her down to reserve status, which she more than deserved. But instead, she just quit the team and moved to the other side of the country. She feels like she’s gotten her life back together… but the memory of how she acted is still to fresh…
And then everything changed when the Apocalypse came.
It wasn’t exactly announced, the Mayans didn’t see this one coming.
Earlier Today..[/i]
Her morning routine went off without a hitch. Jog, hot guy, shower, breakfast, yell at the cat, check mail, go to work. It’s that last part that she couldn’t get to. Because she was being beaten to death and all.
Carol walks down a busy Seattle street, taking in the atmosphere as she reads some more blogs on her phone. She passes by 5th Avenue Theater and glances up at it, recalling when she went to see ‘A Room With A View’ there. The guy she went with, she really liked him. But it seemed all he was interested in was banging her, which is kind of a turn off for Carol. Imagine that. She looks back to her phone.. and she stops walking as her brows furrow. She suddenly starts to get multiple news flashes about.. attacks? She starts to scroll through the reports… and she thinks they must be hoaxes. And then she hears screams around her. Her eyes widen as she looks up.. just in time to get clobbered.
She cries out in surprise as she is thrown right off of her feet, her phone shattering into a dozen pieces as she does. She slams into a car as she grunts, and then slides down it’s side, crumbling on the side walk, a Carol sized dent in the side of the car. She pushes herself to one elbow, and she looks angrily in the direction of her attacker. A large woman, but she doesn’t look human. Save for that wide sinister smile upon her face. Her body seems to be comprised of different materials… no different elements! She holds up the fist that hit Carol, that fist looks like it’s made of stone. Carol growls as she pushes herself to one knee, and she pushes her hair out of her face as she speaks. “Okay, what’s your problem? Who did I piss off now?” She pushes herself to her feet, and her clothing begins to glow, replaced by the iconic dark blue and red of her Miss Marvel costume. Her attacker says nothing, but thrusts her other hand at Carol. And from that hand a stream of fire explodes forth. Carol leaps up as the fire closes in on her, and she hangs in the air as she glares down at the elemental attacker, the car she had been next to now ablaze. The woman attacks Carol again, this time flinging sharp shards of crystal at her. Carol’s arms draw up as the crystals break against her skin without much injury, and she then thrusts her open hands at the elemental. Just as she’s about to let loose, she stops herself, feeling something suddenly odd around her. She glances to her right, and suddenly her body is engulfed in fire. She cries out again as she punches left and right in a sort of panic, the fire continuing to burn the very air around Carol. She doesn’t notice that the elemental has been joined by another man, a man with a blank and lifeless look in his eyes. Some kind of pyrokinetic, with the ability to create spontaneous combustions. Carol shoots straight up, hoping to get out of range of whatever is attacking her. But as she flies straight up, once more she is engulfed in sudden flames. She closes her eyes tightly as she now falls, feeling disoriented and blinded. She hits the street hard, creating a small crater. She breathes heavily as she lays there a moment, and then her body is again engulfed in explosive flames, causing her to fall back onto instinct and move into the fetal position to protect herself. As she does, the elemental attacks again, pounding Carol’s prone form again and again with sharp spiked stone clubs that have formed from her hands. The pyro still gazes at Carol with that blank look, and his head bows down as the flash combustion effect once more engulfs Carol.
And then she decides that’s about enough.
The elemental continues to rain down punch after punch… but then something odd happens. Carol grabs one of the large spikes, wrapping her hand around it. The elemental’s eyes widen as she realizes she is caught, and her gaze snaps to Carol as she gets to her feet abruptly.. and with a loud grunt she does a half turn and hurls the elemental down the street, accompanied by a scream. Carol’s hand snaps out towards the pyro just as she is once more engulfed by flames, but this time as she feels the air around her burning a beam of energy bursts forth from her hand and hits the pyro square in the chest, knocking him into a near tree and instantly rendering him unconscious.
Carol stands victorious, and she breathes slowly and deeply to catch her breath. She looks down at herself… her costume is a mess. And so is she. She looks around slowly, making sure no one was hurt. Huh.. street looks pretty deserted. But in the distance she can hear sirens. Something’s up.. she remembers the news flashes before her awesome phone was turned to smithereens. Her knees bend a little and she then launches herself up, her hands in fists at her sides, her long red sash dangling after her. She looks a mess, and she feels just as lousy.. but if people need help, then Miss… no CAPTAIN Marvel is on the case! Her body turns there in midair, and she suddenly realizes there’s someone right next to her. She starts to turn to face whoever is there, but she never makes the turn. She’s about a hundred feet up, and somehow someone snuck up on her. A teleporter maybe. Not that she has time to really analyze it. Before she even has time to respond, she is suddenly slammed by what feels like a hundred metal clubs at once. Her body jerks as she is continuously hit over and over all along her form. This barrage continues for almost a full minute. And when it seizes, she just dangles in the air, and then she starts to slump. A half open eye sees her attacker… a young looking man, maybe in his early twenties.. and his fists are coated with some kind of chrome metal. He must have been punching her at.. a supersonic speed or something… Carol then starts to drop from the sky as the world around her flickers in and out. The boy disappears in a flash of light.. and reappears above Carol. A teleporter… He dives down at Carol as she falls, and she has no hope of defending herself this time. His fists once more move in a flurry as he moves down with her, his speed changing to keep up with her increasing speed. He continues his assault as they fall together, but Carol is unconscious at this point. With a loud ‘crack’ she hits the cement, and then it simply collapses under her. The teleporter is gone once more in a flash of light.. and Carol lays at the bottom of a small chasm, rubble falling atop her unconscious form..
She can’t say how much time has passed… but eventually she comes to, and she just lays there in the rubble.
I should just lay here.. what’s even the point of getting up anymore…
She’s ruined so many things in her life. She’s ruined her life. Captain America told her before she quit the Avengers that she would always have a place with them. Yeah.. she knows she doesn’t deserve a place amongst such good people. Her thoughts turn dark as she lays there, buried alive. And she doesn’t care. Let the end come. Sorry Chewie, sorry Jessica. Sorry guys..
And as she lays there.. a single sound permeates the darkness of her little tomb, and the darkness of her mind. Somewhere in the distance she hears a distinct sound…
Is.. is that a baby crying?
She thinks to herself as her body, as if on instinct, starts to push her up. She groans in extreme pain as she pushes herself more and more, urging her every muscle to get itself in gear. Someone needs help.. someone needs her help! All of those bad thoughts.. the ones that have been pervading her psyche as late.. are pushed to the back, back into the recesses of her mind where they belong. She can still be of use.. even with all the mistakes she made… she needs to help! She forces herself to one knee, holding the rubble on her shoulders and arms. Her body starts to glow softly as she grits her teeth, her muscles tending. And then like a star breaking free from it’s prison… she explodes upwards, jetting into the air, leaving a trail of fading light in her wake...