Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 2:25:42 GMT -5
( These stories takes place prior to the events of Titans of Justice Unlimited #50)
Titans of Justice Halloween Special - “What Dreams May Come” Part 1
Written by: Darth Ennis
Edited by: Power Guy
Art By: Darth_Ennis ( c/o Hero-Matic)
In an undisclosed location…
It is a swirling mass of misery, pain, and hate.
She is beaten and raped again and again.
Her body violated and her mind shattered, she cannot speak, she can only silently sob as the torture continues.
Again and again the men take their turns, and with each different laughing face, comes another cut into her flesh to mark their score.
All the while she sees the man with the star on his chest, staring at her with a smile of amusement at her turmoil,
He begins to laugh. Laughing as the mob continues its foul pleasures.
How many are there now? 10? 20? 100? She has lost count.
“Why won’t you help me?!” she screams “Why are you letting them do this to me?!”
But she screams in silence for her voice cannot be heard.
The man with the star on his chest is now laughing maniacly , as the mob of dozens finish their turns, make their cuts and begin to leave.
She is awash in a sea of red. She is alone now, save for the man with the star.
She desperately crawls to the “Star-Man” silently begging for him to help her.
She is crying.
She is bleeding.
He is a hero.
Why doesn’t he help her?
Desperately she claws at the “Star-Man’s” boot.
The “Starman” kicks her hand away, and laughing, he flies off.
She can still hear his laughter long after he is gone.
She knows that she is going to die.
She knows that the “Starman” left her to die.
She knows that the “Starman” allowed this to happen….That he could have stopped this…. That he could have saved her.
He didn’t!
The visions in red now swirl to black, now there is nothing, nothing but pain.
In the darkness she knows that the Starman did this.
The Starman must pay.
The men that did this to her must die.
The Starman must die!
The Starman will die.
She will kill him.
She will kill them all.
Everything goes black…once again there is nothing.
Her name is Rosa Keys, she is the Ragdoll. And she dreams of vengence!!!!!!!
In a Metropolis apartment…
Every time, the dream is the same. Every night she is forced to relive her past sins. Every time, she knows it is a dream, but she is powerless to wake up.
Every crime she committed, every innocent soul she took, they all come back to exact their revenge.
The heroine once known as Starfire, rends and tears the very scalp from her head. She feels the excruciating pain, but forces herself not to scream.
The Green Lantern formerly known as Guy Gardner punches an emerald fist through her chest. He extracts her still beating heart and holds it up to her face. Forcing her to look at it, he squeezes the very life blood from it before tossing it away. Still she forces herself not to scream.
The alien formerly known as Miss Martian, vaguely recognizable underneath the seared flesh and dancing flames forcefully grabs her by the arm. The searing heat and scorching flames quickly begin to engulf her arms, quickly spreading to the rest of her body. She is on fire now and the flames burn with a pain that is simply unbearable. Still she does not scream.
The young hero once known as Frost impales her through the hole on her chest. With giant hooks, he lifts her to the ceiling. The bloody holes in his own body , a testament to his vengeance still seep with black ichor.
The shambling broken husk that was once known as Mas begins to systematically rend her limb from limb. Flinging the parts around without a care.
One by one they exact their revenge. One by one the punishments mirror the crimes .Each torture more grisly and brutal than the last. Until one by one, they have all taken their “ Pound of Flesh” from their killer. Each one is more painful than the last, but still yet she forces herself not to scream. Because still she knows that this is a dream, and she is still unable to wake up.
The last tormentor finally arrives. In life he was known as Celsius. His cold gaunt features give way to a pair of dead eyes that burn with the fire of hate. He speaks not a word, as did the rest of them. He grabs the remains of her charred broken body and ascends intp the sky.
They fly to the deepest, darkest reaches of space. With a hateful look , devoid of any pity or remorse he flings her shattered remains and fades away.
Here in the cold quite void, she floats. It is only now, when she is completely and utterly alone that she screams. She screams as loud as she can, all the pent up pain and sorrow she has endures comes flooding out.
But in the cold depths of space…..no one can hear you scream.
She wakes up screaming, covered in a cold sweat. There is no one to hear her here either.
Silently she begins to cry.
Her name is Venus, the Black Orchid. And in her dreams…she remembers everything.
Berlin, Germany…
“ The Reich will last 1,000 years” Der Fuhrer once said, and well over 60 years later those words still hold true. The last pockets of resistance to the Fuhrer’s dream have finally been extinguished. Themescyria has fallen, and with it the last hope of ever upsetting the rule of the Arayan race.
She led the invasion force that crushed the Amazon witches. True, Ubermensch WAS there, for all the use he was. It was she who wrenched the head from Hipolyta’s body with her bare hands. It was she who slew the accursed Diana in personal combat. It was she that personally defeated and captured Scott Trevor, the so called Wonder Man. But alas for the good of the Reich, she will have to share credit with the imbecile.
Ubermensch, the idiot who was once so gauche’ as to call himself “Captain Nazi”, was merely an annoyance and nothing more. His forces may have beaten back the Amazon defenders, but it was SHE who personally defeated the Amazonian royalty to insure a complete victory. She, and she alone deserved to sit at Der Fuhrer’s right hand. But no matter, she will dispose of the muscle-bound simpleton in due time.
The victory parade was an extravagant affair. She was welcomed back to the Fatherland as a conquering hero with all the pomp and circumstance accorded. The head of Hippolyta was hoisted on a pike for all to see, and they loved her for it. She finally received the recognition she deserved. She alone proved that heroes of the Reich could be of either gender. She was a hero, and her beloved Fuhrer’s dream had finally been realized.
The cleansing of the ethnic un-pure and the rest of their new society’s undesirables could now continue at a fever pitch. Now that the rebellion’s heart and soul had been destroyed those that had not been brought to heel soon would be. The wretched “Jeuden” had met their end decades ago, and the rest of the impure races would be soon to follow.. The Final Solution would be complete within the next year. Finally the Fuhrer’s work would be complete, and this made the Fuhrer happy.
Or at least she believes it does. She could not tell anymore. The decrepit old man who now sat in Adolph Hitler’s mechanical wheelchair just sat there with an unblinking stare.
He was now sallow, jaundiced, shriveled and gray. Hardly the charismatic orator he was in his youth. He hardly speaks anymore, and on the rare occasion when he does it is nothing more than an indecipherable mumble. The various hoses, tubes and machines keeping him alive, seem to be the only noises that emanate anymore. It is truly a wonder that he is even alive, she thinks to herself. It is truly a testament to his dream of Arayan supremacy.
“ Fraulein, Der Fuhrer needs his rest now. You are dismissed.” She is told by an aide. With a salute she returns to her quarters, where she is greeted by a large, man shaped cheetah skin now adorning the floor in front of her fireplace.
“ Good afternoon leipshin” she says to the skin “ I trust your day was uneventful.” The rug lay silent.
“Not talkative today are we? Well then this should truly disgust you” she said sarcastically, undressing from her S.S. uniform in a mock striptease in front the eyes of the skin..
“ Not seeing anything that tickles your fancy I take it” still mocking the dead animal as she dressed in her battle togs.” You men are all the same.”
“At least tell me if my seams are straight” she said turning her back to the rug.
“ I would spit on you if cleaning you weren’t so expensive you subhuman filth.” She said with a final zip of her boot. “ Oh how I enjoyed killing you.”
Taking one last look at her latest trophies, a shattered tiara, a frayed piece of golden rope, and one bloodstained bracelet, an evil grin of satisfaction crossed her lips. But she would have to savor these victories for another day. For she had a more pressing engagement.
Everywhere she walked in the Fuhrer’s palace the blonde haired, blue eyed populace saluted her with pride in their eyes. The men stared with looks of awe, the women with envy. Today the world truly belonged to her, and she could not help but feel proud.
In the deepest, darkest recesses of the prison complex, in a steel reinforced cell under heavily armed guard was her quarry. Strapped to a large steel table laid an unconscious young man, who for all intents and purposes looked like he had been through Hell. He was bruised, cut and lacerated, and what clothes he was still wearing were nothing but unrecognizable rags. Grabbing a shock Baton from a nearby table, she approached the young man. Flipping on it’s highest setting she proceeded to prod him in a long gash in his ribs.
“ Wake up Mein Enjel” she cooed playfully, “ We have so much work to do.”
With a scream if intense pain the young man awoke and struggled At his bonds to no avail. With a look of pure unadulterated hatred he stared into the smiling face of his tormentor.
“ Fausta!” he spat “ Where is my mother?!”
“ Your mother is no longer a factor boy, as is your accursed grandmother as well. Everyone you know is now dead, and your precious Paradise Island has been razed. You are truly alone now. You continue to exist only because I allow it.” She said, the evil smile from earlier returning to her lips. “ You are all mine now.”
“ What are you going to do with me you b**ch?” he spat in anger.
“ Well, once we purge the mongrel Amazonian blood from your veins, I will use you as I see fit. One way or another, you may yet prove useful to the Reich.” She stated bluntly.
“ Then you might as well kill me.” He stated defiantly.
“ No Mein Enjel” She said” To kill such a handsome young specimen of Arayan manhood would be a waste”
A look of utter shock, and revulsion twisted the young mans already beaten features.
“ Oh yes Leipshen, a strapping young man like yourself has a great many…other…uses to the Reich.
A gut-wrenching scream of utter horror bellowed from the young mans mouth.
She turned to an aide, “ Strip him, tend his wounds, and bathe him.”
“But do it slowly.” She added as she sat down and made herself comfortable “ I want to enjoy this.” The malevolent smile once again returned.
Her name is Fausta, and in her dreams everything is as it should be.
Titans of Justice Halloween Special - “What Dreams May Come” Part 1
Written by: Darth Ennis
Edited by: Power Guy
Art By: Darth_Ennis ( c/o Hero-Matic)
In an undisclosed location…
It is a swirling mass of misery, pain, and hate.
She is beaten and raped again and again.
Her body violated and her mind shattered, she cannot speak, she can only silently sob as the torture continues.
Again and again the men take their turns, and with each different laughing face, comes another cut into her flesh to mark their score.
All the while she sees the man with the star on his chest, staring at her with a smile of amusement at her turmoil,
He begins to laugh. Laughing as the mob continues its foul pleasures.
How many are there now? 10? 20? 100? She has lost count.
“Why won’t you help me?!” she screams “Why are you letting them do this to me?!”
But she screams in silence for her voice cannot be heard.
The man with the star on his chest is now laughing maniacly , as the mob of dozens finish their turns, make their cuts and begin to leave.
She is awash in a sea of red. She is alone now, save for the man with the star.
She desperately crawls to the “Star-Man” silently begging for him to help her.
She is crying.
She is bleeding.
He is a hero.
Why doesn’t he help her?
Desperately she claws at the “Star-Man’s” boot.
The “Starman” kicks her hand away, and laughing, he flies off.
She can still hear his laughter long after he is gone.
She knows that she is going to die.
She knows that the “Starman” left her to die.
She knows that the “Starman” allowed this to happen….That he could have stopped this…. That he could have saved her.
He didn’t!
The visions in red now swirl to black, now there is nothing, nothing but pain.
In the darkness she knows that the Starman did this.
The Starman must pay.
The men that did this to her must die.
The Starman must die!
The Starman will die.
She will kill him.
She will kill them all.
Everything goes black…once again there is nothing.
Her name is Rosa Keys, she is the Ragdoll. And she dreams of vengence!!!!!!!
In a Metropolis apartment…
Every time, the dream is the same. Every night she is forced to relive her past sins. Every time, she knows it is a dream, but she is powerless to wake up.
Every crime she committed, every innocent soul she took, they all come back to exact their revenge.
The heroine once known as Starfire, rends and tears the very scalp from her head. She feels the excruciating pain, but forces herself not to scream.
The Green Lantern formerly known as Guy Gardner punches an emerald fist through her chest. He extracts her still beating heart and holds it up to her face. Forcing her to look at it, he squeezes the very life blood from it before tossing it away. Still she forces herself not to scream.
The alien formerly known as Miss Martian, vaguely recognizable underneath the seared flesh and dancing flames forcefully grabs her by the arm. The searing heat and scorching flames quickly begin to engulf her arms, quickly spreading to the rest of her body. She is on fire now and the flames burn with a pain that is simply unbearable. Still she does not scream.
The young hero once known as Frost impales her through the hole on her chest. With giant hooks, he lifts her to the ceiling. The bloody holes in his own body , a testament to his vengeance still seep with black ichor.
The shambling broken husk that was once known as Mas begins to systematically rend her limb from limb. Flinging the parts around without a care.
One by one they exact their revenge. One by one the punishments mirror the crimes .Each torture more grisly and brutal than the last. Until one by one, they have all taken their “ Pound of Flesh” from their killer. Each one is more painful than the last, but still yet she forces herself not to scream. Because still she knows that this is a dream, and she is still unable to wake up.
The last tormentor finally arrives. In life he was known as Celsius. His cold gaunt features give way to a pair of dead eyes that burn with the fire of hate. He speaks not a word, as did the rest of them. He grabs the remains of her charred broken body and ascends intp the sky.
They fly to the deepest, darkest reaches of space. With a hateful look , devoid of any pity or remorse he flings her shattered remains and fades away.
Here in the cold quite void, she floats. It is only now, when she is completely and utterly alone that she screams. She screams as loud as she can, all the pent up pain and sorrow she has endures comes flooding out.
But in the cold depths of space…..no one can hear you scream.
She wakes up screaming, covered in a cold sweat. There is no one to hear her here either.
Silently she begins to cry.
Her name is Venus, the Black Orchid. And in her dreams…she remembers everything.
Berlin, Germany…
“ The Reich will last 1,000 years” Der Fuhrer once said, and well over 60 years later those words still hold true. The last pockets of resistance to the Fuhrer’s dream have finally been extinguished. Themescyria has fallen, and with it the last hope of ever upsetting the rule of the Arayan race.
She led the invasion force that crushed the Amazon witches. True, Ubermensch WAS there, for all the use he was. It was she who wrenched the head from Hipolyta’s body with her bare hands. It was she who slew the accursed Diana in personal combat. It was she that personally defeated and captured Scott Trevor, the so called Wonder Man. But alas for the good of the Reich, she will have to share credit with the imbecile.
Ubermensch, the idiot who was once so gauche’ as to call himself “Captain Nazi”, was merely an annoyance and nothing more. His forces may have beaten back the Amazon defenders, but it was SHE who personally defeated the Amazonian royalty to insure a complete victory. She, and she alone deserved to sit at Der Fuhrer’s right hand. But no matter, she will dispose of the muscle-bound simpleton in due time.
The victory parade was an extravagant affair. She was welcomed back to the Fatherland as a conquering hero with all the pomp and circumstance accorded. The head of Hippolyta was hoisted on a pike for all to see, and they loved her for it. She finally received the recognition she deserved. She alone proved that heroes of the Reich could be of either gender. She was a hero, and her beloved Fuhrer’s dream had finally been realized.
The cleansing of the ethnic un-pure and the rest of their new society’s undesirables could now continue at a fever pitch. Now that the rebellion’s heart and soul had been destroyed those that had not been brought to heel soon would be. The wretched “Jeuden” had met their end decades ago, and the rest of the impure races would be soon to follow.. The Final Solution would be complete within the next year. Finally the Fuhrer’s work would be complete, and this made the Fuhrer happy.
Or at least she believes it does. She could not tell anymore. The decrepit old man who now sat in Adolph Hitler’s mechanical wheelchair just sat there with an unblinking stare.
He was now sallow, jaundiced, shriveled and gray. Hardly the charismatic orator he was in his youth. He hardly speaks anymore, and on the rare occasion when he does it is nothing more than an indecipherable mumble. The various hoses, tubes and machines keeping him alive, seem to be the only noises that emanate anymore. It is truly a wonder that he is even alive, she thinks to herself. It is truly a testament to his dream of Arayan supremacy.
“ Fraulein, Der Fuhrer needs his rest now. You are dismissed.” She is told by an aide. With a salute she returns to her quarters, where she is greeted by a large, man shaped cheetah skin now adorning the floor in front of her fireplace.
“ Good afternoon leipshin” she says to the skin “ I trust your day was uneventful.” The rug lay silent.
“Not talkative today are we? Well then this should truly disgust you” she said sarcastically, undressing from her S.S. uniform in a mock striptease in front the eyes of the skin..
“ Not seeing anything that tickles your fancy I take it” still mocking the dead animal as she dressed in her battle togs.” You men are all the same.”
“At least tell me if my seams are straight” she said turning her back to the rug.
“ I would spit on you if cleaning you weren’t so expensive you subhuman filth.” She said with a final zip of her boot. “ Oh how I enjoyed killing you.”
Taking one last look at her latest trophies, a shattered tiara, a frayed piece of golden rope, and one bloodstained bracelet, an evil grin of satisfaction crossed her lips. But she would have to savor these victories for another day. For she had a more pressing engagement.
Everywhere she walked in the Fuhrer’s palace the blonde haired, blue eyed populace saluted her with pride in their eyes. The men stared with looks of awe, the women with envy. Today the world truly belonged to her, and she could not help but feel proud.
In the deepest, darkest recesses of the prison complex, in a steel reinforced cell under heavily armed guard was her quarry. Strapped to a large steel table laid an unconscious young man, who for all intents and purposes looked like he had been through Hell. He was bruised, cut and lacerated, and what clothes he was still wearing were nothing but unrecognizable rags. Grabbing a shock Baton from a nearby table, she approached the young man. Flipping on it’s highest setting she proceeded to prod him in a long gash in his ribs.
“ Wake up Mein Enjel” she cooed playfully, “ We have so much work to do.”
With a scream if intense pain the young man awoke and struggled At his bonds to no avail. With a look of pure unadulterated hatred he stared into the smiling face of his tormentor.
“ Fausta!” he spat “ Where is my mother?!”
“ Your mother is no longer a factor boy, as is your accursed grandmother as well. Everyone you know is now dead, and your precious Paradise Island has been razed. You are truly alone now. You continue to exist only because I allow it.” She said, the evil smile from earlier returning to her lips. “ You are all mine now.”
“ What are you going to do with me you b**ch?” he spat in anger.
“ Well, once we purge the mongrel Amazonian blood from your veins, I will use you as I see fit. One way or another, you may yet prove useful to the Reich.” She stated bluntly.
“ Then you might as well kill me.” He stated defiantly.
“ No Mein Enjel” She said” To kill such a handsome young specimen of Arayan manhood would be a waste”
A look of utter shock, and revulsion twisted the young mans already beaten features.
“ Oh yes Leipshen, a strapping young man like yourself has a great many…other…uses to the Reich.
A gut-wrenching scream of utter horror bellowed from the young mans mouth.
She turned to an aide, “ Strip him, tend his wounds, and bathe him.”
“But do it slowly.” She added as she sat down and made herself comfortable “ I want to enjoy this.” The malevolent smile once again returned.
Her name is Fausta, and in her dreams everything is as it should be.