"Come now, little lamb, let me free."
The voice gnawed into her consciousness, with its sweet, singsong tones. It weaved its invisible fingers around her mind and body, teasing her with its offer.
"Let me just show them what WE can do"
It grew more insistent, a turning into a bit of a growl. The voice knew her resistance was slipping, soon it could slake it's thirst for blood. Soon it could show these thugs the meaning of pain.
"Let me just unleash hell and have my fun."
Xena was unsure if she could resist it for much longer. Yet she knew that if she just lay there, that her and [member="Vaylin"] were destined for something far worse than getting shot.
"You.. have your fun... but leave Vaylin alone."
An electric jolt of excitement rushed through her, one of the other residents of her mind had taken over, and they were going to enjoy their time out.
"I'll leave them alone.. but first! Let's break some toys~"
The thugs were none the wiser to what was going on, having stepped over what they assumed was Xena's corpse, they went to Vaylin, inspecting her like hunters who just took down their prey. They laughed at her locked up state, the Twi'lek with the blaster even gave Vaylin yet stun shot, just to make sure she stayed down. To them this was a game, no one would dare to stop their group, they were armed and had numbers. Numbers, however, wouldn't be able to save them.
From behind the group Xena rose up to her feet, the light she had been was replaced with a pit, devoid of calm. The unnatural air caused shivers up the spines of those nearby. From what Vaylin could see, Xena's flesh was mending itself at an unparalleled rate, stitching itself back whole again. The girls dark hair hung down infront of her face, her hands hanging at her side. It was as if she was a marionette held up by a puppeteers strings. The thugs took a bit longer to notice the girl standing back up again, one of the ones that had blocked the end of the alley had his mouth agape, he'd seen her get shot and fall. She should be either dying, or dead. Not standing behind them. He lifted up a hand, pointing back behind the leader, arm shaking like a branch in an autumn wind.
"S-sir? The other one.. she's.." the unease in the coward's tone was evident. It seems like he wasn't used to something they had shot just getting back up.
Turning his head back, the leader chuckled a bit, he felt the unease in the air, putting it off to the level and planet. With a cold, steady grip he raised his blaster up again, blasting a shot right into Xena's chest. It smoked and sizzled with the burning flesh, sending her back a few paces. Without even confirming the kill, the leader turned himself away, giving his men a motion to grab Vaylin and get going.
"Bring that one's corpse alo-" he paused his orders, standing very still as a small, girly laugh came from behind him. It grew in volume, filling the ears of those nearby, it was not a normal laugh, it remained akin to the giggles that came from some horror videos. It's origin? The girl who had just been shot twice.
She stood there as an over head light began to flicker, only now did the thugs notice the flesh weaving itself back to its prior state. Reversing the damage they had done. Xena just raised up her hand, crimson along her fingers. Her smile dropped as she examined the red liquid that stained her, now silvery, skin.
"It seems my new toys want to play rough." A long, visible smile crossed her face, slightly elongated canines showing to the assembled party.
"If that's the case.. then let's play rough." she ended it by closing her hand. A harsh whine filled the air as the nearby lights began to pop and burst from a growing pressure that threatened to consume the alley. These goons had no clue what they had just done.
"What are you idiots doing? Stop standing there! Take her down!" two of the thugs with vibroblades stepped towards the regenerating marionette of a girl. They raised the weapons up to slash down at her, the blades coming mere millimeters from contact. Yet they stopped, frozen, as a loud cracking echoed throughout the flicking light of the darkened corridor. What chased it could only be described as the throat tearing screams of twin banshees. Beings within the cramped space and just outside of it froze in horror, curious on lookers appalled as Xena lifted up her hands, twisting the men like a child playing roughly with its stuffed animals. Their bones popped, snapped, and broke as if mere twigs. The torturous scene continued on as no one was willing or able to move, paralyzed in shock and in fear. The broken men clung to life, at least until Xena decided that she was through with them.
Crunch!
The ferrocrete of the nearby buildings cracked as what remained of the two men was shoved into either side of the alleyway. A dark mist covered the area around the girl, painting her in flecks of red. Some of the thugs, coming to their senses, turned to run. They realized much too late that it was far too late to flee. Now, it was time to play.
Some of them broke out of their shocked state, running at her like lambs to the slaughter. Xena, of course, was happy to oblige their wishes. Moving from fighter to fighter, she showed off a prowess as she mixed the force and hand to hand combat in a ballet of carnage. Each movement was done to an invisible beat; strikes deliberate and aimed to cause as much damage as possible. Moving from person to person she made sure to do break them down and finish them quickly. A single slaver ran towards Xena, blade outstretched towards her throat. Without too much effort she ducked the blade, her open palm flying over to the man's chest, though the impact wasn't harsh or deadly like her other ones. With a gruff laugh he swung the blade back towards the girl. All she needed with a bit of a push to paint the walls with his organs. To others watching, it was as if his back just exploded from an unseen force, his entire chest cavity suddenly devoid of substance. The blade fell to the ground with a gritty metal clang. She wasn't done, not by a long shot. The remaining thugs tried to make a run for it, even if they knew it was futile.
Blood painted the bleak walls in their vibrant hue of red. Choked cries of help falling onto deaf ears, no one wanted to get involved. Though some of those on the outside muttered amongst themselves that this was karma coming to collect its debt. They dared not step close, merely closing their buildings and hiding away. Xena's laughed in glee as she ripped the thugs apart, one by one. Dragging them back into the alleyway screaming their blood murder only to be silenced as they were crushed. She, of course, left the best for last. The leader only watched in stunned horror as each and every being under his charge was ripped to pieces and brutalized by the girl he had shot only moments before. He clicked out of his stupor when the yellow Twi'lek cried out next to him, the poor man held up in the air by his lekku. With a shaky expression, he turned his head to his ally, only to see the twi'lek's head get snapped around backwards like a top, his body crumpling lifeless onto the ground. He tried to step back, nearly tripping over Vaylin, who was sadly stuck in the center of the blood bath. Gone was the man's bravado. What replaced it was a primal fear, the fear of a prey realizing it was stuck. That it had no where to go. Xena just stepped around Vaylin close to the man who tried his best to run. In a burst of speed the girl jumped up, landing onto the mans back with a resounding crack. That was going to break a few ribs. Her hands reached down, clawing into his hair as she lifted his head up. Moving closer to his head, she whispered to him.
"Whoops.. I broke all of my toys... oh well.. that was a fun game~"
As the man began to curse her with every single word he could think of under the sun, she finished her work. Applying her palms to the sides of his head, the force began to flow in and around them. His cursing turned to yells of pain, cries of mercy and then ultimately silence. His head, however, made a resounding crunch as the force applied pressure all along his skull, crushing it inwards. Some would akin what happened to applying too much pressure to a blueberry. His skull simply popped splattering brains across the ground in a bloody mess.
It was over, almost as soon as it began. Xena was left panting in the spilled vita of those that nearly took her and Vaylin away. She leaned down and snatched the datachip from the leader's coat. Her light slowly returning to her as exhaustion set its dark talons into her form. She had used more energy than anticipated, this would take some time to recover from. The girl dropped to her knees, even as her contact got up, still in his bloodied beaten state and ran, babbling like he had just seen a death himself knocking at his door. Onlookers merely whispered to themselves of the massacre that occurred, none dared to get closer, lest they reawaken the murderous fury that had been set loose.
