PoV: Artemis
I storm my way down the road to my mom's apartment, hands clenched into tight fists.
Before E- before
she interrupted me, I was working on dismantling the Penguin's gun-smuggling operations. It's important work, and needs to be done, so why not do it now?
After all, it's not like something's wrong.
It's not like I'm upset.
It's not like my
best fucking friend has been
living a secret double-life, acting as some sort of-
I growl, fingers digging into my palm.
Focus. Always forward, never back: I can't think about…
How my cục bạc, my lovely piece of silver, has left me forever.
About…
Oh gods, how was I so wrong about Eri? Who even
is she? Is everything about her a lie?
Was she just using me this entire time?
And that's not even mentioning- I mean, he was practically unconscious, not a threat at all, and she fucking executed him! No hesitation. And then she didn't even seem to understand what was wrong with that!
How many fucking times has she killed that she doesn't even twitch when-
Focus.
Somehow, I find myself standing in front of the cheap motorcycle I store in the alley next to mom's apartment. I slam myself down on the seat and take off to Penguin territory.
No helmet, because I'm not some fucking delicate little-
Focus.
I want to say time passed during my ride, which took about twenty minutes, but if you asked I wouldn't be able to recall a single moment of it.
I leap from rooftop to rooftop, making my way towards where the last of the stash-houses I've spent all week busting is located.
Penguin's been getting more and more pissed off lately, putting larger squads of goons on each house. Since he doesn't have to split his forces, he might even have a cape at this one.
I smirk. Doesn't matter how many capes he throws at me, I can take them. Because I've taken capes before, fucking
metas, and done it without a fucking
scratch. But no, apparently, I'm too
delicate and
fragile to
evvvver actually fight, unlike her of course, with her magic fucking-
Not now. I'm here to bust the stash house.
I look around, realizing that I'm on the top floor of the apartment building next to the stash house.
There are about two dozen goons milling about the entrance of the building next door, doing an incredibly poor job of looking inconspicuous. Unfortunately, unlike most of the others, the surrounding buildings are all too tall to make sniping a reasonable strategy. I could hit them, don't get me wrong, even from this distance, but lining up the shots would take
far too much effort.
I smile. But distance goes two ways, and the stash house being this far from the ground also means that they won't be able to hear what happens inside.
I glance across to building across from me. It looks like there's only one figure inside: a large, bulky man in a cowboy costume, sitting casually at a table while staring off into space.
That's got to be Stallion, one of Penguin's chief enforces. He has super strength, but only a minor increase in durability and speed.
Should be a piece of cake.
I'm sure that
some people might be able to float a platform across the building, or walk on air, or something ridiculous like that, but I'm just
ordinary, so I have to make do with making something myself, with my own two hands.
With a quick swipe, I pull out a specially-made arrow from a pouch behind me. It took me a while to figure out how to make an actual working grappling arrow, but I've been enough engineering classes thanks to Er- I've been in enough engineering classes that I picked up a thing or two.
I'll show you what us
normal people can do, you haughty fucking bitch. You think-
Focus.
I shoot the arrow across the gap between the buildings, guiding it with the meager telekinetic spell E-
she taught me.
Which apparently, is only a tiny fraction of what she can do, because I just wasn't
important enough to her to
bother-
I growl, and make sure the zipline has a solid lodging into the concrete of the other building.
I take in a deep breath, and slide down the specially-made rappelling cord, slamming feet-first against the window of the top floor apartment.
As the glass shatters around me, I duck and roll, coming to a stop with by bow raised.
I see a large, bulky man inside, dressed in a cowboy costume, half a sandwich hanging out of his mouth.
His eyes are wide, and he moves for a cell phone on the counter, do doubt to call in reinforcements from the goons downstairs. A quick shot from me pierces it through.
Perfect, just you and me.
To his credit, Stallion recovers quickly, splintering his wooden chair as he leaps into a combat stance.
"So you're the one that's been busting up our stashes?"
"That's right." I say, eyes hard. "And I'm looking to make tonight five for five."
The cowboy-themed cape laughs, cracking his knuckles. "And here I thought you'd be the Bat's new little boy-toy. You're gonna find me a damn harder fight than those little kids down there."
My eyes narrow. "You should
wish I was Robin, asshole."
He snorts. "What's your name, darlin'? Chrissie, right? The Little Golden Archer."
I growl, despite knowing he's only doing this to get a rise out of me. "It's
Chryssa, asshole. And I'm your worst fucking nightmare."
Chryssa, the Golden Archer, the bane of villains all across Gotham. Unbeatable, unbreakable, unstoppable.
Untrustable, unlovable.
I snarl. Shut the fuck up brain, no one asked you. Now I just have to take this idiot out, and I'll have all of the Penguin's gun-smuggling hideouts in this neighborhood taken down. And then everything will be
fine, because
I'm fine, and just won a major victory, which makes me
happy.
I launch an arrow at the enforcer.
The Cowboy growls, jumping to the side to dodge. "Now that was rather rude, missy."
I snarl at the condescending asshole. "I'll show you rude!"
I launch two arrows quickly in a row. He twists to dodge one, and in the process puts himself in the path of the second, which slams into his right arm, lodging in the flesh.
He curses, breaking off the shaft, but still manages to let out a snort. "If a little sting like that's all you got, little girl, you might as well just go home now."
I snarl. "Don't underestimate me, you arrogant fucking bi- prick!"
I rush him, drawing my knife.
He smirks, and I only barely manage to avoid having my head crushed to a pulp my leaping to dodge his straight jab.
Stupid Artemis, you
know to keep super-strong enemies at a range! It's like rule number one of fighting them, you learned this when you were fucking 9!
I shake my head. Focus, head in the game. You're up close now, might as well make the best of it.
I dodge the next blow more cleanly, spinning to the side in a textbook Aikido redirect.
Rule number
two of fighting super-strong opponents is to redirect their energy.
Stallion makes a few more punches, which I dodge more easily, using his over-extension to plunge my knife into his arm a few times.
He gives a scream of anger, and leaps forward.
I step to the side, grappling his arm and using his own momentum to send him slamming into the ground.
"
Fuck, that fucking
hurt you little bitch!"
I smirk. Looks like you're not as fucking
special as you though, huh, you smug motherfucker?
All that talk of excellence, and you're getting your ass beaten by someone
normal.
As he slams himself back to his feet, I take the opportunity to jump back, re-drawing my bow. Before he can get his bearings, I send an arrow straight at his left kneecap.
A bit more brutal than I'd prefer, but it's not like he doesn't deserve it.
Thanks to his disorientation, the arrow strikes home, and he lets out a bellow of pain. "YOU FUCKING CUNT, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU."
As he thrashes, his good arm swings up, scraping the ceiling and setting off the fire sprinklers.
No problem, I can aim in the rain.
"Oh?" I say smugly, as water begins to shower down around me. "You angry a
delicate little girl's kicking your ass?"
"I DON'T CARE WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE, YOU SHOT MY FUCKING KNEECAP, OUT YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING
DIE."
He uses his one good leg to send himself hurling at me, attempting a full-body tackle. My eyes widen, and I only barely manage a backflip up onto the table.
I prepare my electric spell, the one I normally use to knock opponents out, but then I pause.
No,
fuck that, and fuck the lying, arrogant bitch that taught it to me. I don't need
shit from her. I can do fine,
better than fine, all on my own.
I pull out my dagger, jumping down into a gravity-assisted stab towards where Stallion lies on the floor, disoriented.
It's at the last moment that I realize I've been aiming at the back of his head, and shift my dagger to the right to land directly into the meat of his shoulder.
The fake-cowboy lets out a pained scream, and I find a vicious smile curled on my face.
I flip up, slamming a foot into his body with a classic Muay Thai strike, flipping him over.
He reaches up, trying to grab my leg, but I nimbly dodge out of the way of his giant, slow-moving, meaty hand.
Looks like there are
some advantages to being a "delicate little girl" after all, huh?
I launch a punch directly at his head, aiming to knock him out.
Unfortunately, it seems like the "mildly" bit of "mildly enhanced durability" is putting the work in, and he just rears back with a groan.
I snarl, jabbing again, breaking his nose.
He yells. "FUBK YEW, YEW LIDDL HOAR!"
I slam my fist into his face again, and again. "WHY. WON'T. YOU. FUCKING. JUST. STAY.
DOWN!"
He snarls through his broken nose. "YUR FBUNCKIN' NUFFIN! FUNCK YEW!"
I scream in anger, slamming my fist back into his broken nose.
Who's fucking nothing now, you arrogant, condescending bitch!
I only realize I'm yelling that out loud when Stallion growls.
He spits in my face, blood and saliva mixing into the sprinkler-water raining down around us. "FUCNK YEW, LIDDL GURL!"
"I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S A LITTLE FUCKING GIRL!" I scream, slamming another fist into his head. "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S FUCKING INCAPABLE"
I grab his hair, slamming his head into my knee. "I JUST TOOK YOU FUCKING DOWN! I TOOK DOWN THE PENGUIN'S SECOND-BEST FUCKING CAPE!
YOU DON'T GET TO FUCKING LOOK DOWN ON ME!"
He tries to headbutt me.
I let out a shriek of incoherent rage, grabbing his hair and slamming his face through the table.
"
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! YOU LYING, TWO-TIMING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S FUCKING NOTHING, NOT-"
It's on the sixth slam that I finally feel him go limp, and I drop his body.
I stare at his limp form, head buried in the destroyed wooden table, my chest heaving.
It's… it's over.
I did it.
I beat him.
I won.
I look at his body, oozing bright red blood from over a dozen wounds, face beaten into a pulp.
I lean over, vomiting.
O-Oh god…
I collapse to the ground, hands clasped around my knees, great sobs wracking my chest.
Eri, what am I doing?
AN: The summary of the past two chapters can be "turns out Artemis and Argyra are a whole lot more like their parents than either of them would like to admit." There might have been an error w/ SV's threadmark system, so please make sure you've read "White Noise", the other chapter I've posted today.
As always, discussion keeps me motivated, so please let me know what you think.