RealEyes! Or Fuck Outside, I'm Gettin' Inside! Visell vs Delphine Pt. 2

"I hate you . . ." Nasrin's cold, spiteful demeanor stings in Visell's hampered mind.
The despair on her face when she said, that. Visell thinks as she stares out the window of the Red-line train to Sector 12. Gazing into the eyes of her own reflection. Her fists tighten in her pocket. The memories of Nasrin's bloodied face and teary eyes writhe within her brain. Her eyes glance up to meet her own scowl in the window. Visell's breathing increases, a sneer creeps on her face as she tries to look away from herself, panting ferociously through her teeth! CRACK! Her reflection splits and deforms! She exhales as her fist falls from the glass.
Visell grits her teeth as she suppresses her second thought and objections to all the distractions. "Keep moving forward. Nasrin will be fine. She's supered up and all She'll be fine!" Her arm glances up to her eyes to dry the beading tears. "This is for her sake anyway! Time to get to the bottom of this!" Visell's eyes downcast and she scowls at the tattered train seat. *DING* Now arriving at Kwemo's Way station! Sector 12! Little Esbonza. Door's opening! Visell brushes past and exits the platform her hands in her pockets, a pep in her step.
45 mins. later.
Visell arrives in Little Kowko. She strides down the sidewalk passing the odd hooker and vagrant, ignoring their prying gaze. Her path leads her down and out of the residential district to the high rises right to The old abandoned FujiFujo Playhouse! The decrypted modernist monstrosity stares down at her and she glares back at it with a fire in her eyes. She saunters confidently to the front entrance. Two at Goon's hanging about spot her, and stumble from their sitting position. Visell's hands slip out of her pockets to through up a peace sign! " Yo . . ." She says casually, as she aims to stride past them. SMACK! one Goons slams his hand on the front door!
"Ay yo! No one's allowed in right now! We on lockdown! Get's't'steppen! Visell's hand drops down to her side. Her scowl deepens. "I'm here to see Dell. It's important." Her nerves start tingling. "Then you can come back tomorrow! or call her. No one gets in, no exceptions." Visell sneers. "Then tell her to bring her narrow ass out her before I shove my foot in yours!" The goon crosses his arms, "Leave . . ." Her other hand slips out of her pocket as she charges forwards. "Look, I ain't got the time or patience to deal with you, dipshits! So, just move out my way or get moved, No two ways about it!" COCK! The barrel of a gun stares at Visell inches from her face. Her glare slips past the barrel, to its wielder. Her eyes wander singing the tension. She since the shivering heartbeat of the to, that crashing of the nerves that happen when your piss your pants scared. Somethings off. She snorts. "Fine then."
Visell steps back and turns around, gritting her teeth, her hands in her pockets. Visell's ears teem at a subtle whisper from behind her. "Government cunt!" GASP! She brims and sneers. As she turns the corner out of sight she sprints down a blind corner. PULSE! Visell traces her hands down the walls of the building sensing the metalworkings. Her eye darts up to see a vent just big enough to squeeze through! Visell steps back and throws her hands up! The grate of the vent rattles and shakes then BANG! Shoots off the wall. She trails back with an exhale and bolts forward. She jumps on one wall then off the wall behind and back up grabbing up to the vent and sneaks into the air ducts. Quietly brushing through the vents, landing in an old, empty room full of crates, she sneaks through the hallways trying to find Delphine to talk to her; at least to get an explanation or an excuse or a plea of innocents or guilt . . . just, something! The rustle of vocal commotion coming from the main garage area in the hideout perks her ears as she sneaks through the scaffolding overlooking the garage. The crashing and cacophony of commotion waves down the hall. Visell hears a hollow recollection of Delphine's Voice. As she gets closer she hears . . . moaning. Visell blushes intensely.
"What the?" She shakes her head limply and musters through as she stumbles quietly down the hall hugging the wall onto the metal scaffolding. The sounds of laughter and speech bleed together in the resonant chamber! Visell's ears flinch as she hears Delphine's cackle loud and clear. She creeps over to the railing and stares down the shaft, scanning the ground a the dusty, dingy garage. GASP! Her pupils shrink at the sight of Delphine bent over a dilapidated car, grinding her fingers frantically into another woman's lap, Indigo, a fellow member of the Shukono 68 Gang. Her soprano groans and moans strain and bristle through the enclosure! Delphine, snickers, and grunts compete for supremacy over the soundscape- little obscenities of ecstasy, teem between Two other women stand aside watching.
A midst of anger, embarrassment, and betrayal consumed Visell's mind. She grits her teeth! The anguish burrows through her eyes and down to her chest. Her knees weaken and her mind shrinks.
"She . . . said she loved me . . ," She says in rushed tones as her brow twitches! The memories of Delphine, gently caressing her chin and saying, those words, turn sour, bitter, like dirt and lime.
Delphine delighted the girls with tails of her recent exploits. One of the women from the side asks "What happened to that other little doll you were dressing, Dell? Vizeell, Right?" Delphine scoffs "pfft, Hm she's been a pretty okay fuck and all but, she went and turned her tight little funky ass into a liability. Fucked up our spot and went all psycho! Plus she's fucking annoying and needy as all hell. No wonder why that big-haired hoe cut tail and ran! Dedelstro or whatever her name was. And then she came running me with her little pussy dripping!" The other woman from the side. "Dedestro? That kind of sounds like the name of the dude you popped a while back. "Delphine speeds up her thrust as she inquires "Be specific . . ." The woman reiterates "That nizzu you tied to a chair, who was begging you not to do it, like 'oh I have a family!' then Bang!"
Delphine grabs Indigos hair speaking between moans "Oooh! Fucking Damian Dedestra! Pfft, that pussy ass bitch. Thought he could just fuck off to play house after the bosses disappeared. And he was talking to the Dots (Police) on the low. Fuck That! Screamed like a bitch too! Guess after we dumped on his momma's house the rest of the little family got the message, they got off easy really, I could've taken my sweet time combing through those lames! Fuck . . . and now this little, horny bitch with horns turns out to be a fucking spooks daughter, the queen of spooks matter of fact! Naomi motherfucking Nandalls' kid, lying little bitch!" The woman sitting down watching "That super thick bitch on TV looking like an ox!? Bet you'd love to take her for a spin Dell? A lonely MILF with a huge rack!" She makes a breast-grabbing motion.
Delphine retorts "Naw, fuck all that! I'm fine with my little collection. Who knows, If my little Satin doll's not dead maybe, I can bang one more out of her before we gotta get her and her mommy dearest with their fancy little toy house. It sucks I gotta throw away a doll but, I'm getting tired of playing with her, anyway. She's not all bad, though. She gave me a parting gift." She gestures to Visell's key and pendant around her neck, rhythmically swaying with the rest of her body. "Ain't rich girls so sweet?" She asserts facetiously.
Visell crushes her hands to her mouth. Straining to suppress her tears, her face reddened in embarrassment while her brow twitches ragefully. Her heart and mind go blank as she steps back hit against the wall; clutching her hand around her chest. Her back scrapes against the brickwork as she falls limply to her knees. Tears rush down her face as she covers her mouth trying to stifle whimpers as she confronts the betrayal, treachery, and vitriol. Fooled, humiliated, her head still throbbing from last night, her heart like a jackhammer in her chest Her father's scowl deepens. She grits her teeth so hard her gums start to bleed. Her short claw-like nails dig into her palms, breaking the skin. [She took everything from me!!!]
Her agitated panting becomes deeper and deeper, still trying to stifle her voice with her hand. Hearing indigo moan louder and louder as Delphine laughs and laughs, the reverberation in the small garage penetrating her eardrums, The thoughts of Delphine defiling her body flood her brain.
Every unrequited favor, every manipulation, every cruel mind game, every bald-faced lie, every half-hearted, passionless complement, every ugly advance, every unheeded "No!", every painful insertion, every uninvited choking, every withdrawn tryst. The vast pit of the anger she inherited from her mother deepens as the roaring ocean of her father's unbreakable fidelity flow into it, as she starts to cry blood. Her ears start ringing as the moans and laughter get louder and louder. Her arms start to go limp she feels her mind ripping itself asunder! what would mother think of me!? Mother would hate me, call me a fool, she'd call me a failure, Father . . . would call me weak. I am weak . . . How could a be so freaking stupid, Is this what I deserve for being so weak? I don't deserve to carry on your memory . . . and Mother . . . She'd probably say nothing and just walk away like I was just fucking garbage, and Nasrin already thinks I'm garbage. I . . . made my own sister hate me!" Visions of disapproving stares burn into her mind, whispers of discontent, disownment, and scrutiny flutter around her adding to the fuselage of confusion. A voice of reason, the voice of her mother struggles to dig through.
"Remember your breathing!"
She desperately closes her eyes and takes a deep, even breath. The ringing in her eyes subside, the gross cackle goes silent and the ugly forced moans surrender. She feels a warm, familiar feeling on her face. Her scowl relaxes and her mind becomes tranquil unexpectedly. As she opens her eyes, a shadowed figure develops before her. Her eyes spring on and her pupils quiver at the sight. "Father . . .(!)"
Her father, Soulman Solomon Shiazuki stares down at her. He looks as he was before he died, white bands flowing in the wind wrapped around every scar on his body. A blood-red band around his neck strafes in the air. The dirty brickworks and the rusty scaffolding falls away into a vast, windy wasteland! The sunset ignited the sky.
Soulman's shadowy scowl relaxes as he closes his eyes and walks away from her into the sunset. She reaches her hand out to him, tears sprinting past her cheek onto the sand. "Please, father! I'm . . . I'm sorry. I let mother down, I let you down, and my own sister! And . . . Dedestra . . . I don't want to be weak! I'm not weak! I want to be like you! I want to be the guiding light in the moonless night like you said, Father! I want . . . I want. Her father's voice booms across the desert,

"If you want, then you know what you must do to get . . ."

He walks further and further into the sun's rays until he's enveloped in the blinding rays of the all-consuming sunset. Her hand grows weak, her scowl withers and wares as her face curls in anguish and shame. Her stretched-out arm falls to the ground and her head follows. Nearly collapsing face first, she perches herself on her hand and knee, begging, pleading. She looks down at the ground. metal scaffolding. She looks up to see a brick wall. The sounds of moans and laughter begin to fade back in. She looks at her hands, her claw-like nails.
[Father . . .] "Those that go around killing for business or sport are the evil in this world, you kill for honor, for the peace, for your life, and your love. If anyone transgresses on these foundations, especially ones that kill for sport, you will NOT hesitate to end them. That is what it means to live." Her fist tightens. "Put the wolves in their place like mama always said!" with a hushed whisper.
Visell wipes her tears away and her scowl deepens. She stumbles onto her feet. PULSE! She looks up at a sizable chunk of car, hanging over the part of girls. without hesitation, she concentrates as hard as she can on an individual link on all four chains. One of the girls on the side hears the chain rumbling and rattling, thinking it might be birds. Visells eye widens as she SNAPS all four chains simultaneously! As the hulk of metals sails through the cavern screams of terror and confusion, scattering movement fills the room.

Crash!

A cloud of dust covers the area. Delphine waves through unscathed. Indigo and another girl aren't so lucky. Blood starts to pool. Ruffling on the scaffolding draws Delphine's attention, she follows the sound frantically. As she steps to the side, casually WHOOSH! The loud ring of vibrating metal claws her ear. Her eyes reactively dart to see a long, thin metal rod, standing at attention, slanted, inches away from her face, vibrating softly from forced impact, a small spray of blood, leaks down her shoulder. Delphine's eyes glare upward to the waiting, hole in the dust cloud trailing behind the metal rod. Her eyes desperately dance around the cavern until her eyes lock on a shadowy figure directly above her. Delphine sits transfixed. A coral of cloth and hair sways above her. To Bronze skin hands shoot through the amorphous wooly thatch, two blue sparks appear. Delphine snaps out of her daze and burrows to the grown scraping across the dusty floor.
BUZZ! A blinding flash fills the area. Delphine looks back to she the tip of the metal rod glowing bright-orange with a dull alburn color around it. Delphine starts panting as she looks at the opposing scaffolding. The Golden skinned hands elegantly bat the long wooly mane aside. Delphine shudders and grits her teeth at the sight of Visell hawkishly peering down at her. Her intense scowl burns her from above. Footsteps cluster from Visell's left flank. PULSE! She lifts both hands straight up in the air, the creaking of metal rings as her arm trails up.
Delphine reaches behind her and fumbled for her pistol. Visell throws her hands down. Metal snaps and screams as the scaffolding is peeled off the wall and starts to crumble beneath her. Delphine starts retreat as she fires off the hip at Visell runs up the wall escaping the crumbling catwalk. The brunt of the falling scaffolding creates another tsunami of dust the fills the room. NOREASTER! A burst of air blasts Visell off the wall, She effortlessly somersaults across the room, landing in the open display window on the opposing side of the room as the wave of dust crashes up through the room filling the garage. A sharp exhale releases from her full lips. She flips her hair out on her face as she readies herself in a running stand and with a powerful lunge blast down the hallway, a blast of air from her shear strength kicking dust behind her stride. "This isn't over." She thinks "That fucking cunt is still alive . . . She turned some fuck shit into a war and that bitch is gonna curse the day she ever fucked with me!] She turns a corner and is met with a Goon. She doesn't stop, His eyes spring open as she frantically closes the short distance. He reaches for his sword. "Oh, Shi-!" RETURN STROKE!
Her hand slams on his chest and a bolt of lightning rips through his abdomen and hits a pipe behind him, he falls to the ground. Steam fills the area. She sees three other goons jogging down the way before the steam blocks her Vision, she magnetizes and grabs the sword and takes the stance her uncle taught her. Exhale. Her eyes spring open. PULSE, She senses the thugs, she steps forward, throwing her hand out NOREASTER! A brutal gust of wind tears past the Goon and hot steam wipes their faces, burning, choking, and disorienting them. Visell darts down the hallway. Slashing the closest guy's side in deep, causing him to double over in pain, Blood sprays on the wall. She swiftly moves to the second. A quick bolt of lighting snaps the blade out of his hand before she follows through with a vicious upward slash gashing his entire abdomen, a geyser of crimson jets forward as he screams and falls to his knees. The third rushes at her to stab, she grabs the second as he collapses and blocks the third stab with the second body. As the steam clears the third finches when he notices he stabbed a comrade through the throat. His eyes dart over to Visell retracting her arm back, fear in his eyes. "Wow, Nice aim!" Visell says marks facetiously. NOREASTER! She blasts them out the window overseeing the Garage workshop. She continues sprinting trying to find a way out for Delphine.
Another Goon impedes her. Her feet scrap across the would floor to a stop as she ready's her stance. A sadistic smile crawls across the Goon's face. He draws a lengthy Inhale and spits fireballs at her in a quick session. She breaks them with her sword but the sword slowly starts to melt. She drops the sword and behinds frantically dodging while she retreats. He gains ground. PULSE She notices a pipe above him. NOREASTER She blasts him with air for five seconds. He shields herself and doesn't budge. "Is that it, bitch a little wind!?" He spits three balls at her, she dodges two but on sings her bare side. She hobbles and small against the wall and makes a pulling motion with her hands ripping the pipe, spilling water all over him, and pooling down the hallway. "Fucking, bitch. Imma make you pay for that one! The goon says whipping beads of water from his hand. Visell steps forward defiantly into the puddle and extends her fist out. The goon looks on confused. She turns her wrist upwards and slowly extends her middle finger with a smirk. He scowls as he inhales stiffly. A large fireball speeds towards Visell! She drops to the ground, her hair flies up behind her from the wind-shear. The fireball sails past her head inches from her hair singeing some of the locks it passes by. Her hands crater into the water! CURRENT! A blitz of electricity roots in the water, grasping hold of the goon till he collapsed in smoking, urine socked, heap. Three more goons sprint down the hallway behind her she extends her handout, PULSE.
She concentrates for a second and takes a boxing stance, with a right hook she magnetizes one of the enemies' swords to jet into Goons another side, mid-run causing the wielder and the victim to trip. The third one runs up to Visell and slashes at her, She maintains a boxing stance. dodging each slash and stab. She waits for a stabbing blow, sidesteps it, magnetizing it out of the Goon's hand. The goes right into a volley of electrified jabs. TAZERS. The goon is too overwhelmed, he keeps falling back, to put up a guard. Visell taunts "Come on, Come on give me what you got, oh wait! you ain't got shit!" She punches him headfirst into a window. "And the championship belt goes to . . ."
Visell walks over to the fallen and bleeding goons. "Yo. Have a nice trip?" The goons spit on her shoe, and she kicks him in the face with the same shoe. "You do best not to let this incredibly pissed horse bite you, asshole wipe." The goon collects his tooth off the ground. She walks over to the dude with the deep abdomen stab wound "Sup." Her foot crashes down on the open wound, he riles in pain. The other goon gets up in defiance. "Stay you mother fucking, hog ass down, before I fuck you like the pig you are! Now you're gonna tell that head Super-bitch Delphine. I'm coming for her and all the rest of you bitches. As a matter of fact," she raises her voice into a mighty roar "Hear me, Delphine! The Little Devil Kuma of North Shinetown is about to get even! Get all your guns, swords, Gizo's, Whatever! There's nothing on Mars that will protect you from me! You! I let you have my body know I'm gunning for yours. No families, No Spooks, No Bullshit. Just You . . . And Me!" She punctuates with a hand hair flip and putting her hand on her hip "Tomorrow at Sundown Bitch, I'll be here be ready."
The goon on the ground takes out a pocket knife and stabs her in the gut. She looks down at him with the mother's evil gin, Blushing intensely. "AAAHHH YEAAHH, That's the only thing a man can stick in me that's worth a shit." Her red eyes trail down to meet his befuddled gaze. Her cheeks become a little rosey with a shaped tooth grin. "You know if you twist it a little you might just make me a little wet. Though, I heard respiration is the best addition to intimacy." She rips his hand away and plunges her nails into his gut. The goon spits up blood and looks at her in horror. "Damn tapping out already? Just another one pump chump! You see, This kind of shit is why I'm glad I'm gay today!" She belts as she lifts him and throws him out the window. Exhale. Her eyes trail down at the dude on the ground still riving in pain. "Hey, buddy did you get all that I said?" The goon panting in pain "Want revenge, coming tomorrow, Devil Kuma, mono y mono. Yeah got it!!" He murmurs skittishly while pressing his wound. Visell-"Gee, Thanks man . . . Here, let me get that for you. She kicks his handoff away from the wound and shoots a built of lightning across the gash, cauterizing it. The Goon screams in agony "T . . .thanks . . . " His voice quivering with pain. Just as another group of goons arrives she jumps out the broken window. Using wind to dampen her fall.