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Worth Dying For; Dr. Sin
Topic Started: Oct 28 2008, 09:35 AM (308 Views)
Dead Girl
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Time: 8:46pm
Date: 25 Oct




Dead Girl prowled the dark streets looking for a man. A certain man, one who had committed heinous crimes against the dead. Dr. Sin. The suffering cries that sobbed in her head were victims. Ones that told the blue skinned girl of their miseries. Such suffering, even after death. They couldn’t rest, they wouldn’t rest. Not until they were avenged. Apparently they would be tested on, and once they did not survive the tests the doctor would continue his experiments by doing autopsies, dismemberment, and testing. She would not let this doctor go without exacting revenge for them.

Moonbeam was the voice and hand for the dead, what they could not do she would do for them. He would pay. She searched and searched when finally her luck had paid off. One of the spirits had described him to the red eyed girl. She stared at him from a far. “That’s him.” A spirit chimed in. She nodded and said out loud in her ethereal voice for him to hear, “Dr. Sin?”

What his reaction would be was unknown to her. He could be the irrational types and try to fight her. Or this doctor could have very well been the type to accept his fate and let her kill him. Not that she had come across any man such as that. But it didn’t hurt to find out.

Then again the Dead Girl couldn’t be hurt. She was already dead, her blood fully coagulated throughout her body. If she wasn’t moving for too long her limbs would stiffen. The pain that she felt nowadays was that of the souls who could not pass into the next life. An error that would soon be eradicated.
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Belton I. Alerton
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The hounds liked to hunt in packs, or rather in their pack. Sin had set them out, set them out to hunt and was waiting. They had such a knack for finding people for him. His car was waiting nearby, so deceptive. It certainly wasn't the only car in New York City that costs several hundred thousand dollars, but it was the only one like that with a trunk specifically designed to carry human beings in various states of injury or death. The experiments Sin was working on now did not require healthy subjects, only living ones. The hounds would deliver, they always did. They could be delicate if they had to be.

Despite the horrible nature of his errand this eve Dr. Sin was dressed well. He did stand out, but not a great deal. This was, after all, a poor man's Paris. People here all strutted around as though they were fashionable when really they just bought expensive clothes and slapped designer labels wherever one would fit. Sin, for his money, preferred a simple elegance. Black dress shirt and of course a very long overcoat. Slacks, but rather loose fitting, and of course shoes shined bright enough that one could even see the dim street lamp that flickered above him. Sin thought a little about his appearance, for nothing was more important than how he was perceived. He wanted to look like a respectable man, like someone who didn't mind being looked at because they had nothing to hide. Hence the nice, but not showy, clothes.

He heard a voice and a little shiver went down his spine. Not of fear, he didn't feel fear(or so he had convinced himself) but of surprise. Sensory augmentation was child's play to Belton, but he had heard no one approach, and not that he was focused he heard no heart beat, no breathing, no... anything. But he saw, he saw the girl who had addressed him and gave a grin. He was not often approached this way. Usually people who wanted to employ his particular brand of miracles, the saving of cancer riddled children or other such things for the wealthy and powerful, found him through channels. This one would have to be killed eventually. Or was she already dead? There was something unsettling about her. Maybe it was her voice, the way it sounded like she wasn't speaking to anyone in particular or the certain air of fearlessness she held. If she was a potential client but knew his nickname than she should fear him, should fear his price. Oh he had asked such prices sometimes, had asked for people's very souls had robbed them of their most prized possessions, of their sense of self worth, of their morals, of almost anything. The money was a means to an end, the educating of the innocent was an end, a job well done. This one may think she was world weary, that she knew what manner of man she faced, but time and test would see if she was right.

"You have me at a disadvantage," he responded with a broad smile, "You know who I am, but I am at a loss for your identity. I feel like I remember your face, but I just can't..." he snapped his fingers as though trying to remember, but he knew he had never laid eyes on her in his life. A set of howls followed his finger snap as his hounds decided who would come, who would heed their masters call and inspect the situation It was just odd enough for him to call them, but who would make the connection? Who would think that dogs suddenly baying at the moon meant that a silent killer was making its way to him, as invisible as a shadow and twice as quiet.

"No, it's just not coming to me," he said, dropping his charade, "How can I help you?"
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Dead Girl
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JP BETWEEN SIN AND DEAD GIRL




The Dead Girl didn't make the connection between Dr. Sin snapping his finger and the howling of dogs. He asked if how he could help her. This was the man she was looking for. This was the single man whom the spirits were wronged by.

"Dr. Sin you have committed heinous crimes against the dead. Dismemberment, mutilation, experimentation, to name a few. For these crimes... Doctor... the punishment is death and ethereal damnation." As Moonbeam spoke her fingers changed into claws. They were not just for intimidation; she had shaped her fingertips into her weapons.

The Dead Girl held out one of her hands.

Belton was not an easy man to surprise. In fact, he considered himself almost impossible to surprise. He wasn't particularly surprised at the claws, but he had to admit, this was the first time he had been accused of crimes against the dead. Oh, crimes against the living yes, but the dead? They were dead. Did this diluted girl actually think they could feel pain or suffering or that he was eternally damned for what he had done? If there was a god and a Satan and a heaven and hell how could a being of ultimate power and unflinching purity allow a man such as him to exist.

Sin's reflexes were not especially amazing, although he was quite strong for a man of his stature. Still, he didn't have to do much of anything as the claws aimed for his throat. One of the benefits of having a detachable head. The skin parted like wet paper as the legs he had grafted to the base of his skull propelled his head to jump and avoid the blow. If he judged it right, he's land right on her head, actually, but he wasn't going to stay there long. Just enough time to give a little chuckle and jump away again. His body slumped to the ground.

Her brows lowered in confusion when his head was detached before the swipe of her hand had even approached his head. The Dead Girl had never in her life or after life had met such a person like the doctor. The body slumped and she heard a chuckle from the head as it jumped away. So this was not going to be easy? Good. She would finally get to stretch out.

Moonbeam's claws stretched out to become longer. If she couldn't slit his throat, she would slash his head to ribbons. The blue skinned girl turned to face the monstrosity. In her ethereal voice she spoke, "You're only making it harder on yourself, Doctor."

As always, the doctor studied his foes, trying to learn what made them tick. Something could not come from nothing, and those claws came from somewhere. She could manipulate her own biology, it seemed. He always wanted to know more about that. She would make an interesting test subject.

She had, however, fallen into his trap. Of course, he had assumed she would think his body was useless. After all, it couldn't move without a head to guide it right? Well, that was right but people tended to be so narrow minded that the nerve endings had to be connected to work. Even with psychics controlling people all over the place these days, no one bothered to try to manipulate the process. Except the doctor, of course. His body sprang to live once more, rousing itself at Sin's command, taking advantage of his foes back and wrapping her in a bear hug. He aimed for the lower arms, trying to grab her so that she couldn't bend her elbows and claw at him.

"See, when you go after someone named Dr. Sin you should probably assume he's going to cheat," he said a little smugly.

He was smug, and arrogant. That would be his flaw. No one had ever seen the extent of her powers perhaps no one ever will. It never bothered her. The slumped body was not useless. It was able to move on it's own without a head to control or guide it. It wasn't unheard of; she had done it herself before. But what she had failed to anticipate was that others could do it also.

A small chuckle escaped her breathless lips. "When you fight back Doctor, made sure you know the extent of you're enemies’ abilities." Moonbeam had become translucent. Whether the headless body would fall forward or simply stumble. She would be free from the hold of Dr. Sin's grasp that held her.
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Belton I. Alerton
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Sin felt his arms grasp nothing as the girl slipped away. His body moved right through her, a little off balance but managed to keep it's footing. Sin's body moved toward his head, and Sin anticipated that the girl would try to attack him as he reattached his head. The hound had made it's way too him. The animals were so fast, but the thick pads on the souls of it's feet muffled most sound as it moved through the shadows, invisible to all. Even Sin couldn't see it, but he knew it was there because of the chip he had put in it. The chip buzzed in the back of his mind, telling him that his pet was close.

If Sin were to guess, this girl would try to take advantage of his apparent distraction, slash at him with those claws she was so fond of. His hound would intercept though. Loyal to death, his pets were. His tools. Sin did not think well of his chances against this girl by himself. Yes, he had managed to throw her for a loop, and he still had his vines but once she knew all his tricks he was fairly sure that she would eventually have him. Sin was not a fighter, but that's what he had his pets for.

"Come on you self righteous bitch," he muttered to himself. He knew his hound would go for the kill, and it was irritating to Sin to have to do an autopsy of such an interesting individual, but his own life came first.
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Dead Girl
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Moonbeam watched as the body that tried to hold her tumbled through her and went towards the head. It was going to reattach it self together. She saw the opening an opportunity to strike. The blue skinned girl sprinted as she extended her hand to stab through the head. But in the corner of her eye something appeared, to enthrall in the oncoming attack she would deliver her red eyes couldn’t see it or what it was.

It was apparent soon enough. A dog of some sort, no not a dog, it was a big as a wolf. This monstrosity had lunged at her. Its long snout dug its teeth into the extended arm she was going to use to stab him through. The hound had bitten off her arm. And the Dead Girl didn’t even flinch. Holding little reaction to her face at the animals’ attack she stopped in her tracks. The smooth scales that were in place of its fur made the monster that much more hideous. Her arm hung in the hound’s mouth as it blended in with the environment, like a chameleon.

She could see her arm clear as day, still in the beasts’ mouth. Moonbeam smirked; she had an ace up her severed limb. It never took her much energy, it was something easily accomplished. The blue skinned girl’s hand, of the severed arm still maintained the claws. The hound turned around, and once she had her arm clear in her sights she attacked. Her body would not move, but her arm would. The hand reached over and dug her claws into the beast. It yelped as its hold on her arm released. The beast took another bite to pull the claws out of its scales.

Once the monstrosity was successful it flung the arm away. The arm started to crawl itself back to the body of Moonbeam. It reached her foot and a few strands of her grey hair fell in front of her face as she picked it up to reattach her own arm. As the regenerization of her powers started to work she let go of her once severed arm to finish healing. Her ghostly voice rang out as her hazy red eyes glared at him and the camouflaged outline of his hound, “Do not prolong your death Doctor.”
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Belton I. Alerton
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As the doctor reattached his head he smirked as the girl took the bait. The hounds were quite the hodge podge. There was wolf in there, but a touch of African Wild Dog for endurance, Of course, he'd enhanced them with chameleon skin for invisibility, or rather stealth. At night they were particularly difficult to see. But what she was feeling right now was the crocodile he had put in them, the powerful jaws that could easily crush bone. A normal dog couldn't tear a person's arm off like this, but the hounds had no trouble. No trouble at all. Of course, it made Sin raise an eyebrow how she reacted to it. She seemed nonplussed about having her arm removed. It became clear why. Fascinating, simply fascinating. It seemed that nature had supplied someone with what he had created for himself. His pet would survive, although it's blood was trickling out. It returned to it's master with it's wound as the woman's threat carried through the wind itself. He was starting to feel insulted almost now. She seemed to have an advantage if he were alone, but she had tried to kill him twice and had not succeeded.

"A foregone conclusion, you think?" he asked, "Perhaps because you are the bringer of justice you are certain to win, to condemn the bad bad man to punishment."

He chuckled and his hound moved toward him, his wound hurting him. Sin had the ability to fuse cells, and he used this to make monstrous weapons of war. He also could heal with this, stitch immediately almost any laceration or even reattach a severed limb. Ironically, Sin could be a powerful healer. He had the ability to cure and poison. He had already conquered cancer, AIDS, emphasima, MS, Alshiemers, and countless others. The world could be a much better place for the works of the doctor, but he only used it to help the wealthy, or heal his pets. He didn't care for his pets. They were tools, and sometimes they needed repaired. The hound was healed, and Sin whispered an order, "Why don't you get your friends," he said simply and the hound leaned it's head back and let loose and eerie howl that sounded long.

The sound echoed through the park, and was met with four other howls of equal volume. They were silent killers yes, but he needed them to be a pack of hunters. The girl did not have a monopoly on sounding eerie, and Sin knew people would ask questions about wolves in the park. They didn't disguise themselves, coming in from all directions, barking ferociously. It would take a very short time for them to descend, but the pack leader already showed himself, a low growl sounding from his throat. He was half again as big as the hound who had shown. Sin wished he could make them all that big, but a pack needed a leader. If they were all the same size they would constantly be fighting for it. None dared to challenge the big dog, and the pack was kept in line. The two hounds squared off with the girl, Sin standing between them.

"Unfortunately we have stepped out of fairy land now child. Your dead will not be avenged any more than the countless living people I've tormented to the point of bringing death upon them selves, to the point where their own mothers would strangle them just to end their suffering. You know not the crimes I've committed. I doubt you could fathom them. I prosper though, I live in the lap of luxury and continue my pleasures unstopped by anyone of note. If there is anything supernatural that controls even life after death," his face turned up in a wicked grin, "Then he's an even sicker fuck than I am."

The hounds were wary, now considering this girl a threat. They approached slowly, trying to circle her, to get her trapped. They were predators, and it was all instinct now.
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Dead Girl
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More of the Doctor's beasts had shown up. Beasts, creatures not normal of this world, or any world. Perhaps a product of Dr. Sin's work. He continued to speak to her as they surrounded her. After he finished the Dead Girl looked at him. With her ethereal voice she spoke, "Crimes on the living are for the police and heroes. I am the voice of the dead, their hand, I bring them their justice when they cannot move on. The souls that follow you, demand justice. Your 'pleasures' will stop one day if not today."

She prepared herself for what she had to do. "And it will be by my hand that it stops. That is a promise, Doctor." The hounds had gotten closer and Moonbeam had begun to alter her body in such a way. She had become bigger in size and different in shape until she looked like a worse monstrosity than Dr. Sin had thrown at her.

Her skin changed to a different color, her arms and claws grew longer and sharper. The monster she changed into looked like something out of a movie. Her skin was thicker than if she was normal. Her hair was gone, and her eyes more alive, with a bloodlust look of rage behind them. This doctor was not going to get the best of her, his hounds were merely a task to be dealt with. Once they were down she would go after him. Unless he ran.

The monster Dead Girl had changed herself into let out a vicious yell.
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Belton I. Alerton
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Well shit the doctor thought to himself, confronted with a beast that could have just as easily been of his own creation. The doctor was a man of subtlety. Even his hounds, vicious though they were, were hunters, seekers and killers who were not +o be seen or even known of until they killed you. But this, this was large, unwieldy monster was not silent, not subtle but results were all that matters. Winners were decided on who won, not how well the game was played. Dr. Sin's methods served him well most of the time, but his previous successes were meaningless now. The now was all that mattered. In the time it had taken her to transform however the other three had arrived and the full pack circled her, death in their throat and on their teeth. They edged, fanning, looking for an opening to get behind her. Wolves were amazing pack hunters, but also adept at pack fighting. Different from hunting. Fighting was when a bear or some other threat wanted something the pack owned. A grizzly bear could kill a wolf with a well placed blow, but that would be his last lunge. The pack would descend on it, lunging for it's unprotected back and sever the tendon back there. The bear would fall and become a hearty meal. The hounds were no different, always looking for an opening, alway looking to remove something useful. This was no bear though and Sin would have to be better prepared next time.

One of the best parts about being a villain was the right to run away for no other reason than that staying would end in your death. Sin was driven by no motive other than a powerful survival instinct and a distinct joy in watching the torture and breaking of the human soul. If the girl thought he cared about his pets, that he had some kind of fatherly attitude towards his creations, she was mistaken, Sin would sacrifice them with ease if he thought it would save him, which he did now.

"You have fun with my pets. I'm afraid I have a lovely girl at home waiting," he said, bowing in mock sincerity, "And by now her memories are likely returning and she'll be having a psychotic episode." he finished with a grin. He had been testing that, testing a drug that allowed him to make people open to suggestion, and this particular experiment had gone kind of well, except that it made them more into mindless drones with no real brain function to speak of unable to accomplish all but the most basic of tasks, like pick up that steak knife and stab it into the head of the child restrained over there. She required to be told exactly what item to use, what to do, where. He had to command her to pull it out, and guide her through every step of cleaning it. Entirely useless in a practical sense although exceedingly fun to play with.

Sin's legs carried him with uncommon speed to his car, his augmented muscles defying the general athletic feats possible for a man of his build. An eternity of human evolution after him with the firm intention of putting him in the morgue and Sin was thrilled to rely on 500,000 dollars of German automotive design. The engine roared to life and Sin took advantage of one of the few times he truly had reason to test the accelerative and turning abilities of the sports car. Gears shifted seamlessly as the hounds heard the sound of the engine and whatever numbers were left vanished into the darkness, going to their home. Animals had no sense of honor either, thank god.

He assessed the wounds and losses of his pets quickly, repairing damage where needed before excitedly moving up to his lab. He had nearly forgotten his experiment, but she made herself known charging at him with fierce rage. Sin gave her a 6.5 out of ten for anger. Yes, she was angry but he had seem subjects steam for days, harboring their anger for the most opportune time to release it until finally they snapped. One particularly strong subject had actually managed to kill one of the hounds before bleeding out. Sin had been most fascinated with him, and rather disappointed at his demise. Such strong willed people were hard to find in a world where one's greatest challenge is finding a comfortable pair of socks. Sin had found that even for the disgustingly wealthy, good socks were just so hard to find. This lack of challenge in people's lives had caused their ability to withstand difficulty decreased, and so when confronted with the horrors of being at the mercy of a man such as Sin they tended to break rather easily, blubbering pitifully until Sin finally just left them to cry themselves out of water and die an agonizing death of dehydration.

So yes, she was mad, but he'd dealt with worse. The blackvines came out of his hand, wrapping themselves around her and restraining her before she was ever a threat.

"You bastard!" she screamed, "You soulless, rotten, fucking bastard! You killed him, you killed a HURK!"

Sin was just simply not in the mood to hear it, drilling her suspended form directly in the solar plexus before slamming her on the ground.

"There there now," he said to her crumpled form, "The child is in a better place. Or rather, he's in the same place but now has a fatal stab wound in his head that was put there by your hand and will be left there to rot and feed my insects, just las you will be."

Sin would have liked to keep her around, really. She didn't sob in a corner at least. Honestly, so many just sobbed in a corner. Still, he had word to do and so he impaled her on a thorn and let her take the few minutes to bleed out before releasing his swarm to eat them both. Working in a fury of dining insects as he sought to create the perfect monster. He had stealth. He needed power, raw power. An idea struck him and he smiled and headed off to change his clothes and collect some DNA samples.
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