Washed up and out of place (Open) [IG]

A girl rose from the ocean water gasping for air, the blood splatter, dirt, mud, and grime on her face slightly washed away but just trickled down her face still like the water that was tinted blood red from her hair chalk. The water around her holding the same tinted color as her dreaded like hair with the occasional braid floating on the water as she looked around confused at the lack of screaming, cannon fire, and blades clashing.

She wore tattered and patchy dark colored clothes with basic metal plating armor on her main body. Her clothes looked over all like something you wouldn’t expect any modern person to wear but looked like it was made of various old fashioned styled clothing to be made into its current form of a large hoodie with sewn in plated armor and patchy tight but not skin tight pants and nearing over sized boots along with patchy fingerless gloves.

This was not the land she was at before… everything off in the distance looked far more advanced and it didn’t hold her ship. Her people would never just leave her… She looked down and around a bit more before piecing it together. SHe must have passed through a rift to make it to the world of the advanced… Though she hadn’t seen a village this big or advanced before… She needed to find out where exactly she was…

She swam through the water to the nearby docks as some workers loading a supply ship spotted her and raced over with a rope to help her up onto the docks. She grabbed hold of the rope and climbed up to the docks, she needed info so she would get it the only way she thought she could… by scaring it out of someone which… she only knew one way to do it.

“You okay kid-” One asked as he helped her up with one hand only to get that hand pulled behind his back and his held grabbed from behind. She then bashed his face into his co workers to make him fall on his back on the dock’s wood as he watched her whip out one of her knives and slit the man's throat before tossing him onto the one on his back to help pin him down.

He screamed in fear and pleaded for his life as she walked up to him and kneeled down on top of his coworkers body to help pin the alive one down before holding a knife to his throat. She then spoke in an threatening deep angry sounding voice in perfect english though had a decently strong Swedish accent. ”Where am I?!”

The man paniced seeming super confused making her press the knife harder to his neck and shouted again getting up in his face. ”Where am I!?” He winced and turned his face again as he cried out “Jump City, California!” She thought for a moment before shouting again. ”Of What country?!” He cried more as he shouted in fear.

“The United States Of America!” She then leaned down and whispered in his ear as some workers started to race over. ”Only the weak and unworthy die… you… have proven to be weak…” His eyes went wide then before she slit his throat while the other workers raced over shouting at her. She then pulled out her other knife to ready herself for a fight.

”Let’s see where you all stand now!” She challenged them. She had never been to America before in her travels as far as she could remember… So this would be interesting.

Simon was hanging out near the docks when he heard some kind of commotion going on, so he ran over to see what was up. He came just in time to see a girl kill a man, with another man already dead next to them. Simon then ran over and morphed his hand into a blade, stabbing at her throat Die!

Blood quicly ducked down as one of the men swung a punch at her. She then mid duck swung out her arm then as she twirled her blade to a back handed hold. She slice !  though the mans stomach making him gasp in pain and grip his stomach and fell off the docks and into the water.

She then took a punch to the side but threw on back as she was picked up with a bear hug from behind. She though then used both her feet to kick the man she punched off the docks before throaing her head back and head butting the man who held her making him let her go.

As she landed she swun herlef in a circle as she held her leg out making the man fall over. She then stabbed him in the throat as she heard some one shout at her. She narrowed her eyes and yanked her knife free and stood up straight.

She then held up quickly one blade as she moved to one side making his blade slide of hers and protected her throat. "Such sloppy moves will not work on me. she said coldly befor attempting to kick him in the stomach to knock him back a cew feet from her.

The girl deflected his blade to the side, quite a surprising feat considering the size difference between the two blades, this girl must be great with knives. Not that it mattered, in a few moments she'd never hold a knife again. She kicked him back a few feet, but he didn't show any kinds of pain. He shifted his hand again, going from a blade to a hammer shape, then his hand grew into twice the previous size. If she was observant, she would see that the hand he had not used his power on was much skinnier, it looked like his arm was just skin and bone.

With his new-found hammer hand, he leaped at her and went to bring it down on her head, but if it hit it would just feel like a heavy punch, rather than a blow from a metal hammer.

While the zombie and the sea-girl fought, the two live dockhands continued to float in the water. They bobbed with waves, tossed gently backwards and forwards yet ever out of reach of the pier. One of the men was gravely injured. The water had dyed red around his open guts and he felt his strength leave him like a deflating balloon. His co-worker had him around the shoulders, but it was all he could do to keep them afloat, never-mind get to safety. He would call for help but he was too scared to get the attentions of the psychopath who'd done this to them.

Then there was a cry. The rope they'd used to haul in the girl when all this began was launched in their direction. Attached to it was a life ring, which the healthy dockhand wasted no time getting around his wounded comrade. Then he towed him back to shore, aided in this endeavour by their saviour on dry-land, tugging as hard as they could manage.

A pair of hands helped them onto the wooden slats. The bruised seaman shed his high-vis jacket and tried to use it to bind the wound of his ailing friend. It was insufficient and blood oozed from the stomach wound unabated. It was likely too that whatever filth had been in the dock waters had penetrated the wound also. An ambulance might be forthcoming if one of the remaining dockhands had thought to call, but in the meantime they were at the mercy of the killer.

The dockhand asked their saviour if they could risk moving the casualty any further. From behind the protection of an extravagant mask the hero shook their head firmly.

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She eyed his blade as it changed shape and sighed as she  held her hand at the read angled near the growing blood pool on the docks and muttered. "So... this may be a worthy fight after all..." She glanced at his hands as one grew and the other shrunk and noted it as she held her ground in a defensive manner getting ready for his attack. Once again he threw a vary predictable basic move which was a leaping downwards hit.

Something she had dealt with many times before. She then held out 3 of her fingers besides her pointer and thumb at the blood and quickly whipped it up into the air. She then moved back so the hammer hit her chest plate making her flinch a bit but the blood would quickly cover his hammer while it was still on the ground only being stretch up from its original pile.

She then let herself fall to one knee as she then would attempt to use her free hand that wasn't aimed at the blood to stab into his stomach. If this worked she would yank it up to try to tear through his chest in between his ribs to cause as much damage as she could.

His attack didn't quite ring true, glancing against her chest rather than slamming down on her head. Then, while his hand was on the ground, she covered it in blood, trapping him. He used his powers to return his arms to normal, being able to pull his arm out since it was smaller than before. However, while doing that, he was stabbed in the stomach, then the knife was dragged up, causing massive damage. He grinned at her, coughing out blood, then moved to grab her shoulder.

If he managed this, he would try to decapitate her by biting through her neck.

The skewering of the knife was met with a collective gasp by the onlookers, followed by a grimace or two as the boy fought on regardless. The regular folk might have thought Simon here was being very resilient and persevering. Envy, on the other hand could see what the lad truly was.

That a zombie, of all things would come to these people's aid was unusual. Perhaps even more unusual when he himself, a demon, did so.

The Titans had called for heroes. They had petitioned for a new generation of do-gooders and white hats and cavaliers. Having arrived in Jump City, Envy intended to give them what they wanted. Resenting their success and prestige, he intended to implement himself into their schemes and show them the folly of their ways. That any large body of people, no matter how well meaning, could always have their cause and means twisted into something ruinous. He would meet this promised generation and he would whisper in their ear. He would tempt them with promises of what they sought. What all his revolutionaries sought. Justice, fairness, and retribution.

To do this. He needed to befriend them. He needed to become like them. And for this reason, he was acting the vigilante.

Even if the zombie's attacking of the girl appeared swift and deadly, Envy could tell his intentions for doing so were good. It was a good aligned creature. Curious, for all the zombies he'd ever met were at best neutral. The girl was even stranger. She had abilities and affiliation with a group he'd never heard of. Her violence here was a mystery. But sometimes monsters didn't need an excuse to start trouble. He watched her dance, watched her brandish her knife, and he keenly recognised an expert in the craft.

Envy kept his own weapon concealed. He wouldn't be trading blades with her if he could help it. Just because he had to be a hero, didn't mean he had to be stupid. If Simon's neck biting tactic failed, he would step forward roughly on the opposite side of Blood. He would keep a distance of two lengths from her, "The creature before you cannot die. It will keep fighting long after you have dropped dead of exhaustion. Surrender to us now." Judging by the fire in her moves, he anticipated she would sooner run. If he misjudged it and the murderess launched any kind of blood attack at him, Envy intended to take her ability with his own.

She pulled out her blade not caring on what got on her from the attack though her narrowed focused eyes went wide as she saw him going for a bite. She moved away but he would get a small chunk off from her neck as she would try to stab his jugular before jumping back and used her spare hand to cover her neck while having her other at the ready the blood seeming to stop coming out of her neck.

She narrowed her eyes and looked to Envy then as he arrived seeing him as a possible new enemy before hearing his words. "He's an immortal?!" she then looked off a bit muttering as she gripped her neck more. "I hate cheating immortals... their never any fun to fight with unless they are sparing with you so you can go all out..."

She rarely lost a fight but she could tell that there was no winning this one especially now that she knew that the one guy was immortal, there was another opponent who she knew nothing about, and she had to fight one handed with half her focus then if she didn't want to fight. She looked between the two and put her blade away and rose her hand that held the blade. "I can not win this fight... death is for the weak and apparently for those who fight fairly without immortally." she said the last part with annoyance to the zombie boy.

"But it is clear that one of you don't fit in that section, and the other has strength with his mind and cunning so... death does not await you... now to see if i once again can prove myself...." She said before stepping off the edge of the dock and let herself sink in the water. if she managed to do so proving envy right she would let herself sink till it would be hard for them to see her before swimming off with one arm and her legs to find somewhere safe to tend to her wound that she held the blood at the surface of to avoid bleeding out.

Hmm... this girl was fast, for sure. Simon jumped forwards and had tried to bite her neck off, or at least tear out her throat, but all he got was a small bit of flesh. He spat it out, then got a knife to the jugular for his troubles. He looked up at her as she backed away, seeing that she had managed to block the blood from leaving her body. Nifty.

Suddenly, a stranger came out of seemingly nowhere and informed the girl that he couldn't die and that she should surrender. The girl seemed angry that he was immortal, calling him a cheater. He chose to speak when she claimed that death was for the weak Being weak has nothing to do with it. Anyone can die. Even me, if you try hard enough his statement wasn't very convincing, seeing how he currently had a huge wound in his chest and a hole in his neck.

She then fled by jumping into the water, Simon cursed and was about to jump in, but realised that in his current condition, his body would get flooded with water and he'd sink. He cursed, then looked to the other hero Why didn't you do anything? You could have immobilised her. Despite this statement, he sighed calmly Whatever, see you later

With that, he'd walk off, everyone he passed by giving him a wide berth.

Envy made a token effort to follow the girl but she chose an apt escape method. Having come from the sea it was clearly her ally. It shielded her and transported her to safety once more. The hooded demon stopped on the edge of the pier and gazed into the water futilely. The mask turned to Simon as he offered a reprimand. Envy shook his head at the analysis, "She would have killed me. She was superior." Not a master of knife-play, he was at least an apt judge. On martial skill alone he would not have challenged her.

Invidus was surprised at the zombie's abrupt attempt to depart. The hard work done, he would not stay to benefit from the fruits of his labour. It was as if the victims of this crime were not important to him. Or perhaps... he was ashamed what they would think of him. He may have saved them, but he did so as a savage, shrieking creature of the night.

"Wait. Wait Simon!" Envy deliberately used the lad's name. He should not know it, and he only did so through his ESP, "Look at them. The danger is gone, but they still need us. They are wounded in both body and soul. Their friends and colleagues lie dead in the water around them. You have experience with untimely demise, don't you? Stay and help." Stay and bond. And see a better way in collaboration. In believing in something greater than yourself.

Blood managed to swim over to a pipe line and swam up it and found herself in the sewar system as she gasped for air and coughed. She though noticed the dirty water and quickly rushed out of the water. She didn't normally care about getting covered in dirt or other sorts of things but with an open wound that was a vital part of the body... It was suicide to bath in a pool of dirty water. She though started to walk down the sewar ways until she found a metal latter. As she was about to limb up it she heard 2 men in work uniforms walking her way talking to each other. She looked over to them for a moment before letting go of the latter and walked over to them.

She soon enough pushed the seware grate off its hole and climbed out having a large amount of clothing being held inbetween her belt and her body. She climbed out and spotted a small pond surrounded by grass and trees with some people wondering around. The people quickly started to avoid her due to her appearance alone but then when they saw the fresh blood all over her.

She ignored them as she walked over to the pond and pulled out her knife and a shirt from the clothes she had taken and cut it up into strips while people avoided her but watched what she was doing. She then took some strands and put it into the water to wash then off along with her hand before pulling them back out.

She then did her best to use her teeth and hand to ring them out and moved her hair away from her neck wound. She used some wods on the wound with a wince before using the remaining ones to tie it in place as a make shift bandage. People started pulling out their phones when they saw her wound but again she ignored them as she cut up the rest of the clothing and washed them in the water before ringing them out and putting them in one of her pouches on her belt once she had rolled them up to preserve space.

she then moved her hair back in place and put her knife away, she would have to return here if she could not find a better location that was safe and was able to help her tend to her wouund until it was better so she looked around at the land marks before starting to walk off. She needed to keep moving for now.

[Exit]

The man in the mask said that the reason he didn't act was because the girl would have killed him, Simon shrugged at that, he couldn't exactly deny that she wasn't lethal.

As he was leaving, the man in the mask called for him to wait, calling him by his name. Simon turned around, that had certainly got his attention. The man called for him to stay and help the people left behind. Simon nodded Yeah, didn't think about that, sorry. He was quite chill for someone who looked like he belonged in a horror movie. He would go to help out, ignoring those that looked at him in fear.

The wounded dockhands did indeed look unnerved by Simon's presence. Especially since his mouth must be caked with blood thanks to the chunk he took out of the assailant's neck. Even the lesion he'd taken must have looked unnatural. But the healthier man offered his thanks. And gradually more workmen came out of hiding, promising the arrival of ambulances.

Invictus helped to wash the wound of the more serious case when a bowl of water was brought. The paramedics would be on their way and the victim had slipped into a stupor, "He'll live." It was a guess. But he wasn't looking to be right, only reassuring.

One of the dockhands spoke, "You hear about this sort of stuff. Cinderblock rampages. Mad Mod taking hostages. But you never think it'll happen to you." He looked over forlornly at one of the dead bodies, "Clifford had a kid."

"No." Envy took the man by his shoulders, "Clifford had a legacy. He gave his life so his friends, you, may live! A legacy his child will follow. Make sure you tell the kid this. His father did not die in vain. It was not senseless and stupid. It mattered. All their sacrifices mattered."

Stricken by these words, the man nodded and cried into his sleeve. Another beheld the scene sternly and promised to inform the next of kin. A wail of ambulances sounded and Envy finally came away from the crowd. He turned to Simon.

"We're done here. We should talk. Elsewhere. I would like to know where a zombie gets a conscience from."

Once the ambulances came and everything was done, the man in the mask addressed Simon directly, asking him to talk somewhere else. Simon nodded Alright, lead the way. He would follow him until he stopped You probably have questions, so ask away.