Role Play Board: Re: The Death of an Amazon (part five

Re: The Death of an Amazon (part five - Whatever Week)

Posted by Wonder Woman (vixen) on 8/30/2008, 8:04 pm, in reply to "Re: The Death of an Amazon (part four - Whatever Week)"
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My sword hits, but he’s fast. It pierces his skin, forcing him to bleed. He doesn’t even shout, instead heat as hot as the sun leaves his eyes forcing my sword to deflect the blast. His hand grabs me and we take to the air. He’s so strong now, lost in rage, I’m slammed hard against the wall of the cavern, my head rocks inside the armour. I feel my world go cold and my hands go numb, the ice hangs upon my armour as he brings his fists down hard. The impact of his hands shatter my armour on impact, the force of his blow sends me back to the ground hard.

I barely have time to look around as he tears free a piece of lead ceiling, sending the metal directly at me with the strength of a god, I force my legs to move, his heat blasts are trying to keep me at bay. My bracelets deflect all that try and hit me directly, forcing Kal-El to dodge the returning fire, he lunges forward, I read his body language, flying beneath him I’m able to grab his legs, I pray to Hera and swing. I bounce his body off of one side of the cavern, it shakes the room, I swing him back throwing him into the other side. I touchdown knowing how strong he is, I know what I must do next.

By the time he stands I already have them in my hands, the Gauntlets of Atlas. Slipping them on charges me, like sipping from the life waters of the earth itself. New strength and power flows through me.

I run, faster than a blur, I hit him hard, my lasso, slips round him, tied in unbreakable mesh, I begin my assault, I slam one hand down hard, the impact splits his lip, I strike again and don’t stop not for one instant. I keep punching until my very hands ache, I hear him scream and hear him stop and still I continue my assault.

My hands throb so hard, I’m forced to relent my assault, I look down at the broken man before me, his hatred is limitless his anger and strength make him the greatest threat to ever walk this planet. He shakes free of my lasso. I go to grab it, but he’s quicker, catching my arm he breaks it at the wrist, whilst at the same time snapping the gauntlet of atlas and breaking their spell. I feel the energy of the gods leave my body. His heat vision burns my cheek and now it is my turn to scream.

His knee finds my stomach, his fingers claw at my face and I see the darkness, as my vision begins to fade.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO” every fibre in my body screams, I am Diana, Princess of the Amazons and I won’t die like this.

I strike with my unbroken hand, the impact is hard, Kal-El smashes into a nearby computer console and I see electricity spark. I use the time to push my Bracelets over my wrists, it hurts like hell but they will support the break until the end.

I have one weapon left; my aim needs to be perfect. I wait for the first sign of movement before I take hold of my tiara and throw. He moves so fast I’m not sure if my plan has worked. He lands his hands swiftly around my waist pinning my arms to my sides. I can’t move, can’t defend myself. I feel the heat begin to emit from his eyes and know I am about to share Billy’s fate. I feel his scream and try to stifle my own.

In the background I hear Bruce call out my name. The tiara returned exactly as I had hoped, slicing cleanly through both Kal-El and myself. I know I’m going to die. I only pray I have bought enough time.

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I don’t stay conscious for what happens next; barely hear the laughter from Lex’s voice as he releases a beam of emerald energy that slices through the man of steels heart. I’m not sure who died first either Kal-El or myself. However I feel the lips of Bruce on mine, I struggle to open my eyes, but the last face I see is his, such a beautiful face. I feel his heart pound my chest, yet still my heart grows fainter. Its final beat drums in my ears like a calling and I realise I’m returning home among the gods.

In the years to come we would learn just how right Bruce had been, revealing his identity to Lex whilst trying to save my life gave Luthor everything he ever needed. Forcing the dark knight to step aside or be revealed to the world, allowed Lex to run for presidency almost unopposed. Those that did found themselves hunted. Superman’s crimes created a backlash for all metahumans, creating a new playing field in the war for human survival.

Clark Kent was the best symbol we had and in the end I died trying to protect everything he stood for, I failed…

The End…