http://x_marrow.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
x-marrow.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
xp_logs2004-06-26 01:44 am
x-marrow.livejournal.com) wrote in xp_logs2004-06-26 01:44 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Sarah goes after the Marauders in the Morlock tunnels. Appearances by Scrambler, Harpoon, Vertigo, Scalphunter and Arclight. Things don't go particularly well, but then, you already knew that.
Marauders socked by Redhawk.
Sarah'd had the last guy drop her off at the old cigarette shop near the entrance of the tunnel, watching with her hands stuffed in her pockets as he drove away with terrified glances out of his rear view window. Over the course of the car ride, Sarah had developed quite the set of bone armour, most of it not visible under her clothes, but that on her arms made a rather grotesque and impressive sight along with her horns. She was surprised he'd not made some excuse to drop her off earlier, actually.
She lit the last cigarette in her pocket, making her way to the tunnels with her free hand stuffed in her pocket. She put it out when she reached the entrance, only half-smoked, and pulled a bone knife from her forearm. She was either going to do this, or she was going to die like the rest of them. Personally, she was determined to bring them down, no matter what. And with that, she left the upland. She'd find no closure there.
The tunnels were their usual dark and dank selves, reeking of human waste and methane. A thin rivulet of liquid coated the center of the tunnel as it led deeper into the gloom.
She moved soundlessly through the tunnels, bone knife held close as she moved. And in the darkness, she saw the first one. Waiting alone, and with its back turned to her.
The first one was standing in an old abandoned railway station. Judging by the little streamer of smoke coming from his head, he was smoking. The tinkling sound also said that he was urinating off the side of the platform onto the defunct tracks. He was wearing a battered grimy wifebeater T-shirt with Army-issue fatigue pants - and no footwear.
She sent the bone in her hand sailing point first at him, reaching back with her now free hands to pull out two more. "Have a little respect for the dead," she growled, "or go fucking join them."
The man, Korean by the look of him, swore as she spoke, but wasn't fast enough to avoid taking a bone-knife in the shoulder. "Fucking bitch!" he swore at her in Korean-accented English, and ran towards her, his fly still open and his manhood still flopping around.
She sent the next two bones at the charging man, one aimed at his chest, and the other aimed a little higher at his throat. The sound of ripping cloth echoed in the tunnel as she grabbed at her back for a bone club, ready to swing it if he got any closer.
The Korean man sidestepped, thus neatly avoiding both thrown bone-knives. He was almost at hand-to-hand range, and he had a really disturbed grin on his face. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life." he said with a grin, reaching for her torso with one bare hand.
She took a step back, swinging the bone at his hand with what was crippling force at this close range, and reaching back for a bone knife from her shoulder to throw at him. "You made yours years ago."
The Korean man smirked, leaning in to _take_ the bone-club swing, which proceeded to slam into his ribs and probably break a few of them. His exhalation and widened eyes were the only sign of the immense pain he must have been feeling, but he did step forward and brush one of his hands against her bare skin.
Sarah stared at him, unaware of what he had done until the bones started breaking through all over the place, bigger and longer than usual. It hurt, but unluckily for him, all it did was produce more ammunition for her. A knife tore through at her collarbone, and within seconds she'd thrown it at him, her hand already at the massive bone club at her hip.
The Korean man grinned as his power scrambled hers, then looked at her in confusion as she failed to fall down and throw up like she was supposed to. That surprise didn't last too long, as the bone-knife that left Marrow's hand embedded itself in his chest. He gurgled once or twice, looking at the knife in his chest with confusion.
Sarah took full advantage of his confusion, moving in quickly with another bone knife from her shoulder. "Your mistake? You missed one." She swung the knife at his throat, pulling the club at her hip to knock him backwards.
The Korean man staggered, and the bone-knife took him across the throat, spraying blood in a bright-red arterial spray as he crumpled.
Sarah kicked him in the stomach just because she could, and then pushed his body over to the edge and with a final kick sent him falling onto the tracks below. She left him where he landed, face down in a crumpled heap.
The body landed with a thump. The abandoned rail line ran in two directions, but from one of them came a flickering light from deeper in the tunnel. That and a very faint feminine giggle.
With her bone club still in hand, Sarah grabbed another knife from her hip and set off in the direction of the movement in the tunnel. Apparently she was missing the party.
Maybe fifty feet or so down the tunnel, the light got a little brighter. Under a bare bulb stood an Inuit of some sort, dressed in black leather and carrying a carrying-case on his back, filled with metal poles. Next to him stood a very slender woman with green-and-silver hair, wearing the same sort of wifebeater as the Korean man, the same sort of Army fatigue pants, and combat boots. Both of them were watching Marrow approach with a smirk. "Looks like we got us a tourist" said the Inuit with a strong northern-Canada accent. The woman murmured something softly, then giggled at the bigger man. "May I?" she asked him with a smirk.
"Tourist? Try resident. And pissed off to boot." She sent the bone knife at her and pulled another from her shoulder, swinging it hard and aimed at the woman's chest.
"Oh, you haven't heard? Everyone who used to live here is dead. We saw to that." said the big man, reaching over to grab the bone-knife out of the air. "Nice knife." he said, his hand flaring with some sort of energy that the bone-knife soaked up. The woman giggled again and stared at Marrow, and her world went mad. Up was ... any one of a number of constantly-shifting directions, and her inner ear was telling her most insistently that she was doing tight spirals, despite standing perfectly still.
Sarah could barely stand now, and it took all she had not to get sick right there from the spinning feeling. She chucked the bone club in her hand in what she thought was the direction they were standing in, determined not to be taken down now.
The club sailed wide, and the Inuit man grinned as he threw the knife back at Marrow, charged full of kinetic energy, primed to explode. The woman pulled a radio out of her pocket, and flicked it on. "Vertigo to Scalphunter. We've got a tourist. May want to come and check this out." She then put the radio back into her pocket, and concentrated on disturbing Marrow's balance.
Sarah took advantage of the few seconds of relief to dive out of the way of the charged bone, and as far away from the explosion as she could, taking another shot at the woman with another knife aimed at her head.
The woman eeked as the bone-knife slammed into the wall by her head. She narrowed her eyes and concentrated more, and the levels of distortion and vertigo rose even further. The man pulled a metal spear from his back, charging it up with more of the killing kinetic energy. He never took his eyes off of Marrow, even as she reeled.
At this point there was no reason for Sarah to try to pick herself up off of the floor, she'd have just fallen right back down again. Desperate, she scrambled her way along the floor to get just a little closer, throwing a bone club from her thigh towards the woman's legs (she thought) in hopes to at least knock the bitch over.
The woman got her legs swept out from under her, and as her head hit the concrete, the vertigo effect disappeared. The bigger man wasted no time, stabbing his spear downward, looking to entangle her bowels on his spear.
Sarah rolled out of the way, hand grabbing at the bones on her collarbone and throwing one at his spear-hand, before rolling out of the way again and sending another flying at his chest.
The Inuit man, once his strike missed, stepped back and away, to get clear of her possibie strikes. When her knives flew by, he stepped back in to strike downwards with his spear, grazing Marrow's side and causing a small detonation against the concrete of the floor. He smiled thinly as the kinetic energy detonated the floor.
Sarah tried to roll away, while at the same time throwing up an arm to shield herself from the blast. She ignored the wound she now had on her side, pulling another bone from her hip to attack with.
The Inuit continued stabbing, the spear no longer charged but still razor-sharp and deadly. He continued his assault, not letting her regain her feet or get herself together to launch another coordinated attack. Over at the other side of the tunnel, Vertigo groaned loudly and clutched her head.
Sarah snapped the bone she was holding in two, and thrust the sharp end of the broken bone shard towards the man's abdomen. She needed to take one of them out now.
The stab got through his defenses, although a quick shift of the staff stole much of the force from the blow. The Inuit hissed, then spun his staff around and drove the sharp end into the meat of her leg. Blood trickled down his abdomen, dripping off his leathers to form a trickling puddle at his feet.
Sarah, still holding the bone sticking into his abdomen, used it as leverage to slam the other half of the bone as far above it as she could reach.
The Inuit man gurgled as the bone ripped home into his chest, drawing a bloody wound that spurted blood around the bone in a spurting geyser. Vertigo groggily got back to her feet, and then screamed as she watched her team-mate bleed out. "DIE!" she screamed, lashing out both with her power and with her foot.
"Now you fucking know how it feels," Sarah growled, limping and falling ungracefully at the woman. She lashed out with sharp bone covered hands, anything to cause a distraction.
One of those bone-covered hands got lucky, striking deep into the woman's thigh - deep enough to nick the major artery there, causing the woman to crumple and bleed out in a matter of a minute or two. Between her blood and his, a small lake was forming under the two bodies, soaking everything it touched.
Sarah managed to pull herself up, pulling the staff from her leg, and taking a moment to regain her bearings against the wall.
From further down the corridor, around a bend, the sound of two sets of boots approaching could be heard. That and a familiar evil-sounding low chuckle. A very familiar low chuckle.
Taking a deep breath, Sarah pushed the blood matted hair back behind her horns, and pulled a knife from her shoulder and a club from her spine. She could still feel the blood running down her leg as she went to find them.
Around the corner stood two people - one a muscular woman in fatigues, the other Grey Crow - in a ARMY T-shirt and fatigue pants, with guns at each hip. "Well well well." he said amusedly. "Welcome home, kid."
"Don't talk to me," she growled, bones gripped tightly in her hands, "don't you fucking talk to me!" She threw the bone knife at him, moving nearly entirely on instinct now.
Grey Crow laughed roughly, sidestepped the knife, drew both his guns, and with the one in his right hand shot Marrow in her right knee, dead-center on her kneecap. "What was that? I don't think I heard that clearly. Did you tell _me_ to shut up? I don't think so. See, I want you to scream." The gun in his left hand barked, and Marrow's left knee exploded.
Sarah collapsed, another bone from her shoulder launched as hard as she could throw it at him. She couldn't move worth a fuck, but she was determined to take him down. She wouldn't give up now.
More laughter, from both the man and the woman. For the first time, the woman spoke up - with a smoke-and-whiskey voice roughened from hard use. "Shit, Crow, they're like cockroaches. They just keep turning up."
Sarah looked up, pulling another bone from her thigh and sent it at the woman this time. Fuck it, she was going to just keep taking shots until she took one of them out, or they killed her.
The woman let the bone-shard impact her skin, and then fall away. "Poor baby. What's the matter, running out of bones?" she said as she stepped into Marrow's reach. "Too bad you're not gonna live long enough to realize how fucking dumb you really are." She brought both hands down on the small of Marrow's back, activating her power to create a shockwave detonation right at the point of impact. The stones underneath Marrow seethed like a living thing, stone crumbling into powder in a concentric-ring pattern around Marrow's body.
It felt like every bone in her midsection from hips to ribs, broke, twisted, and then cracked a second time. There was no struggle. The ground beneath her shook, and suddenly she couldn't breathe, before everything around her went completely dark.
Marauders socked by Redhawk.
Sarah'd had the last guy drop her off at the old cigarette shop near the entrance of the tunnel, watching with her hands stuffed in her pockets as he drove away with terrified glances out of his rear view window. Over the course of the car ride, Sarah had developed quite the set of bone armour, most of it not visible under her clothes, but that on her arms made a rather grotesque and impressive sight along with her horns. She was surprised he'd not made some excuse to drop her off earlier, actually.
She lit the last cigarette in her pocket, making her way to the tunnels with her free hand stuffed in her pocket. She put it out when she reached the entrance, only half-smoked, and pulled a bone knife from her forearm. She was either going to do this, or she was going to die like the rest of them. Personally, she was determined to bring them down, no matter what. And with that, she left the upland. She'd find no closure there.
The tunnels were their usual dark and dank selves, reeking of human waste and methane. A thin rivulet of liquid coated the center of the tunnel as it led deeper into the gloom.
She moved soundlessly through the tunnels, bone knife held close as she moved. And in the darkness, she saw the first one. Waiting alone, and with its back turned to her.
The first one was standing in an old abandoned railway station. Judging by the little streamer of smoke coming from his head, he was smoking. The tinkling sound also said that he was urinating off the side of the platform onto the defunct tracks. He was wearing a battered grimy wifebeater T-shirt with Army-issue fatigue pants - and no footwear.
She sent the bone in her hand sailing point first at him, reaching back with her now free hands to pull out two more. "Have a little respect for the dead," she growled, "or go fucking join them."
The man, Korean by the look of him, swore as she spoke, but wasn't fast enough to avoid taking a bone-knife in the shoulder. "Fucking bitch!" he swore at her in Korean-accented English, and ran towards her, his fly still open and his manhood still flopping around.
She sent the next two bones at the charging man, one aimed at his chest, and the other aimed a little higher at his throat. The sound of ripping cloth echoed in the tunnel as she grabbed at her back for a bone club, ready to swing it if he got any closer.
The Korean man sidestepped, thus neatly avoiding both thrown bone-knives. He was almost at hand-to-hand range, and he had a really disturbed grin on his face. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life." he said with a grin, reaching for her torso with one bare hand.
She took a step back, swinging the bone at his hand with what was crippling force at this close range, and reaching back for a bone knife from her shoulder to throw at him. "You made yours years ago."
The Korean man smirked, leaning in to _take_ the bone-club swing, which proceeded to slam into his ribs and probably break a few of them. His exhalation and widened eyes were the only sign of the immense pain he must have been feeling, but he did step forward and brush one of his hands against her bare skin.
Sarah stared at him, unaware of what he had done until the bones started breaking through all over the place, bigger and longer than usual. It hurt, but unluckily for him, all it did was produce more ammunition for her. A knife tore through at her collarbone, and within seconds she'd thrown it at him, her hand already at the massive bone club at her hip.
The Korean man grinned as his power scrambled hers, then looked at her in confusion as she failed to fall down and throw up like she was supposed to. That surprise didn't last too long, as the bone-knife that left Marrow's hand embedded itself in his chest. He gurgled once or twice, looking at the knife in his chest with confusion.
Sarah took full advantage of his confusion, moving in quickly with another bone knife from her shoulder. "Your mistake? You missed one." She swung the knife at his throat, pulling the club at her hip to knock him backwards.
The Korean man staggered, and the bone-knife took him across the throat, spraying blood in a bright-red arterial spray as he crumpled.
Sarah kicked him in the stomach just because she could, and then pushed his body over to the edge and with a final kick sent him falling onto the tracks below. She left him where he landed, face down in a crumpled heap.
The body landed with a thump. The abandoned rail line ran in two directions, but from one of them came a flickering light from deeper in the tunnel. That and a very faint feminine giggle.
With her bone club still in hand, Sarah grabbed another knife from her hip and set off in the direction of the movement in the tunnel. Apparently she was missing the party.
Maybe fifty feet or so down the tunnel, the light got a little brighter. Under a bare bulb stood an Inuit of some sort, dressed in black leather and carrying a carrying-case on his back, filled with metal poles. Next to him stood a very slender woman with green-and-silver hair, wearing the same sort of wifebeater as the Korean man, the same sort of Army fatigue pants, and combat boots. Both of them were watching Marrow approach with a smirk. "Looks like we got us a tourist" said the Inuit with a strong northern-Canada accent. The woman murmured something softly, then giggled at the bigger man. "May I?" she asked him with a smirk.
"Tourist? Try resident. And pissed off to boot." She sent the bone knife at her and pulled another from her shoulder, swinging it hard and aimed at the woman's chest.
"Oh, you haven't heard? Everyone who used to live here is dead. We saw to that." said the big man, reaching over to grab the bone-knife out of the air. "Nice knife." he said, his hand flaring with some sort of energy that the bone-knife soaked up. The woman giggled again and stared at Marrow, and her world went mad. Up was ... any one of a number of constantly-shifting directions, and her inner ear was telling her most insistently that she was doing tight spirals, despite standing perfectly still.
Sarah could barely stand now, and it took all she had not to get sick right there from the spinning feeling. She chucked the bone club in her hand in what she thought was the direction they were standing in, determined not to be taken down now.
The club sailed wide, and the Inuit man grinned as he threw the knife back at Marrow, charged full of kinetic energy, primed to explode. The woman pulled a radio out of her pocket, and flicked it on. "Vertigo to Scalphunter. We've got a tourist. May want to come and check this out." She then put the radio back into her pocket, and concentrated on disturbing Marrow's balance.
Sarah took advantage of the few seconds of relief to dive out of the way of the charged bone, and as far away from the explosion as she could, taking another shot at the woman with another knife aimed at her head.
The woman eeked as the bone-knife slammed into the wall by her head. She narrowed her eyes and concentrated more, and the levels of distortion and vertigo rose even further. The man pulled a metal spear from his back, charging it up with more of the killing kinetic energy. He never took his eyes off of Marrow, even as she reeled.
At this point there was no reason for Sarah to try to pick herself up off of the floor, she'd have just fallen right back down again. Desperate, she scrambled her way along the floor to get just a little closer, throwing a bone club from her thigh towards the woman's legs (she thought) in hopes to at least knock the bitch over.
The woman got her legs swept out from under her, and as her head hit the concrete, the vertigo effect disappeared. The bigger man wasted no time, stabbing his spear downward, looking to entangle her bowels on his spear.
Sarah rolled out of the way, hand grabbing at the bones on her collarbone and throwing one at his spear-hand, before rolling out of the way again and sending another flying at his chest.
The Inuit man, once his strike missed, stepped back and away, to get clear of her possibie strikes. When her knives flew by, he stepped back in to strike downwards with his spear, grazing Marrow's side and causing a small detonation against the concrete of the floor. He smiled thinly as the kinetic energy detonated the floor.
Sarah tried to roll away, while at the same time throwing up an arm to shield herself from the blast. She ignored the wound she now had on her side, pulling another bone from her hip to attack with.
The Inuit continued stabbing, the spear no longer charged but still razor-sharp and deadly. He continued his assault, not letting her regain her feet or get herself together to launch another coordinated attack. Over at the other side of the tunnel, Vertigo groaned loudly and clutched her head.
Sarah snapped the bone she was holding in two, and thrust the sharp end of the broken bone shard towards the man's abdomen. She needed to take one of them out now.
The stab got through his defenses, although a quick shift of the staff stole much of the force from the blow. The Inuit hissed, then spun his staff around and drove the sharp end into the meat of her leg. Blood trickled down his abdomen, dripping off his leathers to form a trickling puddle at his feet.
Sarah, still holding the bone sticking into his abdomen, used it as leverage to slam the other half of the bone as far above it as she could reach.
The Inuit man gurgled as the bone ripped home into his chest, drawing a bloody wound that spurted blood around the bone in a spurting geyser. Vertigo groggily got back to her feet, and then screamed as she watched her team-mate bleed out. "DIE!" she screamed, lashing out both with her power and with her foot.
"Now you fucking know how it feels," Sarah growled, limping and falling ungracefully at the woman. She lashed out with sharp bone covered hands, anything to cause a distraction.
One of those bone-covered hands got lucky, striking deep into the woman's thigh - deep enough to nick the major artery there, causing the woman to crumple and bleed out in a matter of a minute or two. Between her blood and his, a small lake was forming under the two bodies, soaking everything it touched.
Sarah managed to pull herself up, pulling the staff from her leg, and taking a moment to regain her bearings against the wall.
From further down the corridor, around a bend, the sound of two sets of boots approaching could be heard. That and a familiar evil-sounding low chuckle. A very familiar low chuckle.
Taking a deep breath, Sarah pushed the blood matted hair back behind her horns, and pulled a knife from her shoulder and a club from her spine. She could still feel the blood running down her leg as she went to find them.
Around the corner stood two people - one a muscular woman in fatigues, the other Grey Crow - in a ARMY T-shirt and fatigue pants, with guns at each hip. "Well well well." he said amusedly. "Welcome home, kid."
"Don't talk to me," she growled, bones gripped tightly in her hands, "don't you fucking talk to me!" She threw the bone knife at him, moving nearly entirely on instinct now.
Grey Crow laughed roughly, sidestepped the knife, drew both his guns, and with the one in his right hand shot Marrow in her right knee, dead-center on her kneecap. "What was that? I don't think I heard that clearly. Did you tell _me_ to shut up? I don't think so. See, I want you to scream." The gun in his left hand barked, and Marrow's left knee exploded.
Sarah collapsed, another bone from her shoulder launched as hard as she could throw it at him. She couldn't move worth a fuck, but she was determined to take him down. She wouldn't give up now.
More laughter, from both the man and the woman. For the first time, the woman spoke up - with a smoke-and-whiskey voice roughened from hard use. "Shit, Crow, they're like cockroaches. They just keep turning up."
Sarah looked up, pulling another bone from her thigh and sent it at the woman this time. Fuck it, she was going to just keep taking shots until she took one of them out, or they killed her.
The woman let the bone-shard impact her skin, and then fall away. "Poor baby. What's the matter, running out of bones?" she said as she stepped into Marrow's reach. "Too bad you're not gonna live long enough to realize how fucking dumb you really are." She brought both hands down on the small of Marrow's back, activating her power to create a shockwave detonation right at the point of impact. The stones underneath Marrow seethed like a living thing, stone crumbling into powder in a concentric-ring pattern around Marrow's body.
It felt like every bone in her midsection from hips to ribs, broke, twisted, and then cracked a second time. There was no struggle. The ground beneath her shook, and suddenly she couldn't breathe, before everything around her went completely dark.