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Posted by Songbird
on 8/26/2008, 4:04 pm
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When bionically enhanced vocal chords are manifested into hard sound constructs through a specially designed carapace, Melissa Gold becomes Marvel's sensational, sexy, singing siren of sound - Songbird!
The Devil and Miss Gold
Previously - Exiled from the Thunderbolts, Songbird began working for the CSA, when former lover and teammate Abe Jenkins (Beetle, Mach IV) went missing. Abducted and replaced by a Skrull, Songbird was able to finally track down the real Abe Jenkins, only to see him killed before her eyes. Her effort wasted, she is about to recieve help from an unlikely source...
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...I'm watching...I'm always watching...
He stands upon the observation deck of the Sears Tower, Chicago's tallest building. Attired in a long, flowing trenchcoat, his red eyes masked by the large brim of his matching hat. He goes unseen by the public, more so by choice then by indifference. However at this moment, no matter how out of place he appears, his presence would garner little attention as he, along with the others on the observation desk, gaze out at what was once another Chicago staple, the Richmond Industries building. Just moments ago, in a moment of panic and terror, and to the surprise of the windy city's citizens, the Richmond Building collapsed. A surprise to all but him...
...It's not often the affairs of mortals take my notice...Nor do I rarely care for the ones that do...
He subtly steps back from the gathering crowd as they stare at the distant destruction. It's not the mere collapsing of a building that is of interest to him. The demolition of physical objects matters little to him. A skyscraper can be rebuilt. It has no feelings. No passion. No purity. He had come here for something else...
...But every so often...among a race seemingly filled with degenerates...abusers...people willing to cut their own mother's throat to get ahead...(traits I often encourage)...something catches your eye...
He disappears from the observation deck in a small, mystical cloud of smoke...
...Although it's the debauchery I instill and inspire it rarely is of interest...one who will step over anybody or anything to get their way lack the purity...the indefinable goodness...I would find no pleasure in simple pursuits as those...they can't give me something that was never there...and they're just too easy to break...but every once in a while...among the sordid, impure mortal plane...seemingly buried beneath the thievery, the jealousy, the adultery, the war mongering...is something pure...something real...
He reappears at ground zero of Richmond Industries. The dust has yet to settle and he can hear the sirens approaching, but still a good distance off. He grins as he hears the shifting of iron and debris and looks in it's direction...
...I only need wait for it to surface...
"YAAAAAHHHH!!!" Songbird screams with what little she has left, the power of her vocal chords bursting upward in an array of pink hard sound that penetrates through the surface of the wreckage. She crawls weakly upward, Abe Jenkins, her deceased friend, beneath her arm. The sun's light a welcome comfort, Songbird collapses, using every ounce of strength remaining to fight her way to the surface. She lays for several minutes, neglecting the feeling that she is being watched as the stranger stands no more than ten feet away. Her eyes flicker, tired, as her head falls to the side, vision blurred as she notices the lone visitor, "What do you want?"
"Hello, Melissa," he says, his face shadowed by his hat, all that can be seen is eyes glowing red, he nods toward Abe, "It's a shame about Jenkins."
She sits up quickly, "Who are you? How do you know who I am?"
"So defensive....still," he says, "Even though you're in no condition to fight. And to be honest there is nothing you could do even if you were. And ask yourself, Melissa, how is fighting me going to help him?" he motions toward Abe.
"Abe?" she looks at her friend, holding back tears, determined not to appear weak, "He's dead."
"Such a cold way to talk about a friend...even at one time a lover," though she cannot see it she can sense the grin on his shadowed face.
Songbird's face flushes, feeling a cold sensation in her stomache, "How do you know all this?"
"There is little I don't know, Melissa Gold," he replies, "But are you more concerned with my origins then you are the life of your friend? Death is a two-way street, Miss Gold. How many of your friends or allies in arms have died? Sometimes more than once."
"Why are you saying all of this!?" her frustration getting the better of her, "Who are you!?" she shouts, sending a large sound construct toward the stranger who seemingly vanishes, only to reappear behind her.
"A fighter until the end," he says, "Admirable. Though it does little to help your freind. Although I suppose the same could be said for you. For all your heroics and your intentions you couldn't save him, could you?"
Her eyes welling up and clouded with anger as she glares at the stranger who seemingly knows too much. Whose words hurt more than any bruise, broken bone, or abrasion she suffered in battle...
"I suppose failure has been a reoccuring theme your whole life though, hasn't it?" he continues, "Failure even in the face of success. You're not to blame for his death, you know? You're only responsible for his life - or rather whether it continues or not."
"I don't understand any of this!" she shouts in angered confusion and frustration, "Leave me alone!"
"It's beyond your comprehension to understand beings such as I," he replies calmly, "But I understand you, Melissa. Maybe more so then you understand yourself. Your heart is pure. Despite the temultuous life you have led thus far you remain ever the optimist. Believing in the good in the world and that it can conquer all. Afterall, if you were able to better yourself, to turn your life of abuse and crime around, then anybody should be able to, right? How many of your friends and allies have done so? How many of the Thunderbolts truly redeemed themselves? Less then half? And look where it has gotten those that have," he points to Abe.
"Stop it," Songbird says, "Stop it, now! Whoever you are...whatever you are...get away from me."
"Alas, for now I will have to," he says as the sirens approach, the fire and EMS arriving at the scene, "But remember my offer. I can save your friend's life. You will have until midnight to answer. And don't worry. No matter where you are I will always hear you, Melissa."
He vanishes as mysteriously as he appeared. Leaving Songbird alone to ponder his offer as the medics and firemen approach...
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