Power Play (DC vs Babs and Gambler)
Friday 3:45 am
The last remaining victem was at the LAS compound itself. With a twisted smile Darkchild crept into the home knowing full well the victem was within the base but his main targets were not. He crept up slowly to her room but she had heard him an she unleashed a flurry of manuvers taught to her by her father. With a smile he caught waved his hand as she leap at him creating a void that she flew into. With a smile he slowly walks out of the LAS base.
The day had happen, Darkchild stepped over that one line Gambler had told him to never cross. The former brothers were now enemies and Darkchild loved it. The same day he took Angel a envelope arrived at the LAS base with a tape inside. The letter read
"Hello Gambler, Its been sometime hasnt it? Felt that if I was to come back an see you up close without a devious plan you wouldnt find a need to fight me. So as someone told me once I thought ten steps ahead, by now you have found that your child is missing. But dont fret put the tape in and you will see they are both alive and...mostly well. Go ahead put the tape in I'll wait."
The tape shows Angelique strapped to a table against the wall. A large digital clock reads 240. Now Darkchild continues his little speech
" You have four hours to more or less take my life. But dont worry the time wont start counting down till you leave the LAS. And its only an hour flight to Greenland from where your at, so you will have plenty of time. Ooooh look at the time, its almost 12 hmmm lets give an added bonus to the mix. You get here in an exactly an hour from the time you read this your daughter might still be a virgin. AND GO!"
A subtle creak in the floor board alerted the gifted child immediately, someone, or thing, was in her room. Angelique remained still pretending to be asleep as the towering shadow moved closer. Showing no fear the young assassin sprang from her bed. Without pause or hesitation the future of the LaS launched herself into a brilliant display of duplicated moves. Executing each one perfectly yet managing to sprinkle in a bit or her own stylistic integrity. Unfortunately, no amount of training could have prepared her for this. With a simple wave of his hand, the stranger opened a dark vortex consuming Angelique in the blink of an eye.
The world had gown black. She was surrounded by open space unable to see or feel anything. Her mind began to slip as she felt her body go limp. Angelique was unconscious, unaware that her sinister abductor was none other then the VV’s Imperial Guard, Darkchild. A villain so depraved and contaminated with infectious evil, that his mind is home to the Lord Imperial himself, Final Arrow. Twisted and without mercy, Darkchild was one of the most notorious killers ever to grace the halls of the Vine Villains. News of their return had spread across the World like wildfire. Causing the LaS to take precautionary measure. Esther and Jean Luc had used the opportunity to further their political agenda’s while the rest of the LaS remained in under strict orders to lay low.
But now apparently Darkchild was ready to settle an old score. But if he thought Angelique was a mere child to be dangled in front of her parents, he was in for a rude awakening. Cracking her eyes ever so, Angelique scanned the poorly lit room as her sight adjusted. Shackled at the wrist and ankles she struggled briefly before giving up in frustration. Taking two deep breaths the child slowed her breathing while thinking back to her father’s tutelage.
“Dhere’s never a situation you cant escape from. See dee angles, utilize your abilities. But most of all, gamble. Never be afraid to go all in. Leave it on dee table and let it ride. Beside chere, we LeBeau, we born lucky” he said with his famous smirk.
Angelique refused to play the part of a victim in Darkchild’s sick and twisted fairy tale. With a look of determination she balled up her fists and gritted her teeth. Almost instantaneously the shackles lit up with a purple tint and exploded. Small pieces of debris scratched and nicked the determined child’s face. While also leaving severe burns along her wrists. Quickly she made short work of her ankle shackles before dismounting the table. Frantically she searched the room for a door or window but found nothing. Using her resourcefulness and cunning, she planted both hands on the eastern wall and charged it full of kinetic energy. The maneuver had drained her to near exhaustion. But she wouldn’t allow herself to quit, not now.
Using what remaining strength she had, Angelique stood the table that had once held her captive up. Then in one swift and lighting fast twirl, delivered a roundhouse kick which sent it across the room and into the wall. Instantly igniting an explosion. She was knocked backwards end over end until her body crashed into the wall behind her. As the smoke and dust finally settled, a Cheshire Cat grin swept across her face as she gazed upon the gapping hole.
“Maintenant nous jouons mon jeu.”[translated from French: Now we play my game]
Silently Gambler watched as the villainous monster known as Darkchild displayed the depravity and infectious evil that made him a legend. Caught in the moment, both assassins remained motionless even after the final scene of the heinous video cut off. Esther was the first to move. Crumpling the hand delivered message and hurling it forcefully into the fireplace. Both of them knew the risks involved in having offspring. There would always be those who attempted to manipulate or bring them down by way of their children. But they where not heroes. They had their own ways, their own codes and ethics. Gambler had already contemplated taken the life of Angelique rather then have her used as a pawn against him. But instead, both mother and father began teaching the child at an unexpected age. Her photographic memory soaked up anything she saw, heard, and eventual read. Insuring at the very least that the LeBeau Legacy would never be a victim.
With nothing more then a subtle glance, they rose calmly yet with a purpose. The King of King’s made his way downstairs as Esther opened up a communications feed with the technical marvel known as, “Oracle.” With a series of hand motions she began utilizing the systems holographic keyboard. Within seconds the LaS leader had schematics for the outlining areas along with tactical information that would prove invaluable. As she slid her hands together closing the illuminated projection, Gambler re-emerged. Carrying two large military style duffle bags filled with an assortment of weapons and various artifacts.
He was dressed from head to toe in his black ceremonial Les Assassin’s Silenceuix uniform. Two katana handles wrapped in ray skin shown above his right and left shoulder. Each one a masterpiece. Flawlessly hand crafted by some of ’s finniest and most illustrious sword makers. Esther led the way as the Living Legend fell in behind her accompanied by two Armée Des Chacals. Aboard their private jet the tension was unbelievably low. Nonchalantly Gambler shuffled an entire deck of playing cards in one hand. Performing little tricks as he flipped one card back and forth from his free hand to the deck. Then eventually flicking it out into the aisle before pulling it back with his telekinesis. Meanwhile Esther used the time more constructively, attempting to establish a telepathic link with the stolen child. Suddenly the jet’s cockpit turned red.
“Where nearing the drop zone!” shouted the pilot.
Signaling to the Armee Des Chacals, Esther and Gambler’s packs where retrieved from the back of the jet. The Cajun quickly shouldered his Gryphon parachute gliding system before helping Babs with hers. The cabin pressure dropped as the side door was opened allowing the air to come flooding in. Several flashes of the red light went off before eventually turning green. One by one the dual limply jettisoned the airplane allowing their bodies to free fall before starting to straiten out. Reaching speeds up to a hundred and twenty four miles per hour they raced towards the ground. Precisely executed landings left the pair upright and ready for anything.
Darkchild was no master strategist. His usual tactics where blunt and straight forward. Choosing to overwhelm his advisories with his raw power. But it would be no easy task taking down one of the fabled VV. There was no telling if it was an ambush or if the hulking juggernaught was working solo. With no method to his madness, and no way of telling what was going on in his mind, the assassins where at a distinctive disadvantage. Darkchild had set the terms and the location. Now all the pair could do was stand side by side, and wait.
Darkchild still studying the screens in front of him, one of his children came up clicking at him he turns with a emotionless face an grabs the child by the neck an holds it out in the air. He stares at it "What?" the child scratches at his arm and finally gives up telling him a plane has passed over and two objects are now falling from it at high speeds. With a smile Darkchild breaks the childs neck and its body turns to ash and reabsorbs into Darkchilds body. He walks over to the large computer and dials in a set of codes and a screen is brought up showing the two parents 4 miles from the main base. With a smile he looks over to a group of his children and gestures for them to go outside and tells them "Give them a show please, nothing too much I want them to get here in time to have a little tussel right. Focus your attacks on the woman, I want Gambler to myself if at all possible. But if the woman gets through the first wave let her in she would have deserved a fight from me by then." And with that his children burst out the front door, and with a set of hand movements they slam their hands into the ground. Twenty children slamming all at once into the ground they crack the earth below them, they hold this position. And from each one a clone is produced. Pulling in darkness and earth as each is created. All with the same twisted smile Darkchild has their fingers turn into blade like appendages, they wait for his command.
Darkchild walks to the front gate his fourty odd children in front of him, two weapons form from the darkness that spews out from his body. A large Sword of Darkness and a large mace forms he raises the mace and screams " Kill the woman! Leave the cajun for ME!" The children run at speeds that almost match Darkchilds closing the distance between them Gambler and Babs.
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