A.k.a Lady X

[Magick]

Hi. It’s me again. This is a preview of my fic about Rahne Flacia, a character I made up, who is the next in the Red X legacy. Please tell me if you think I should write more or not.



Rahne Flacia stared out the window of her apartment, thinking. She had checked every place in the world that Bane could be. She had devoted her entire life to killing the man who had shattered her perfect world, and it had gotten her nothing. Rahne pushed a strand of red hair out of her face and got up. It was stupid, really, she supposed, to be so obsessed with catching one man and bringing him to justice. She closed her eyes against the familiar sound of gunfire in the streets. Rahne had to admit it, downtown Gotham City was not a pleasant place to live. She got up and looked in her cracked mirror. A girl with long red hair and mismatched eyes, one purple and one green, stared back at her. So she was beautiful, big whoop. Downtown Gotham was all she had left of her old life, she thought, the one before her parents had been murdered by a man-turned-monster, before she had been forced to run for her life from the most feared people, if indeed you could call them people; that she knew of. The life before she was Lady X.



Well… what do ya think?

[Rae]

Interesting....very interesting

I think you should write more

[rrarbecy]

Interesting....very interesting

I think you should write more

I haven't a thing to add.

[Unix]

interesting is the exact word i would use. hmmm, i think i like where this is going, write at least one more chapter, then i'll give you a better opinion.

[Magick]

If Rahne closed her eyes, she could remember it perfectly. The night had started out like any other, with her mother coming into their ramshackle house with whatever food she had managed to scrounge that day. Her father had been sitting at the table, fretting over a deal he had made with some local crime lord or other. They had been halfway through dinner when something knocked down the door. Bane had come running in, a torch in hand. He had burned the house to the ground, with Rahne and her family still inside. Rahne had survived, though she had no idea how. She had emerged from the wreckage of her home with soot on her face and the smell of acrid smoke mixed with blood in the air. It was that day that she had sworn vengeance on the man called Bane. But it hadn’t all been a joyride. She had found and lost leads, watched close friends either turn their backs on her or be killed for refusing to. Most recently, she had been sure that a woman called Jaynne Smithe would be willing to give her Bane on a silver platter. Once again the lead had been a dead end. Rahne yawned and donned her Lady X gear. Maybe tonight she would be lucky.

Ten minutes later she was jumping from rooftop to rooftop, as silent as a cat. She loved all of the high-tech gadgets that she used. Rahne had gotten them from an old friend who used to attend the H.I.V.E academy. He had stolen them from the Teen Titans, but Rahne didn’t care about that.

“Yahoo,” she shouted, practically diving off a skyscraper. Gotham City was a truly beautiful place at night. She loved the bright lights, the thrills, and most of all, she loved taunting the Batman. Rahne was no criminal mastermind, but she loved letting the Batman get faint glimpses of her, being the mystery girl. She was thinking about this when something went whizzing past her. It hit the building in front of her, quivering.

“What?” Rahne said, to no one in particular. She lept over and stared at the arrow that was imbedded up to its feathers in the concrete. As Rahne was examining it, the arrow exploded, sending her flying backward. Another arrow went zooming straight toward her head. She held out a glove and willed something to happen. A razor in the shape of an X flew out and hit the arrow head-on. It exploded a safe distance from Rahne. A figure stepped out of the shadows.

“Why hello,” the person said, “You must be the famed Lady X.” It was a girl, with long blond hair and wide brown eyes. She wore a green, belly-button bearing tanktop, tight midnight green leggings, and a long metallic gold coat.

“Well,” Rahne said, her mind working fast. Who on Earth was this person? “Well, not to brag or anything, but yeah.”

“Good,” the other girl purred, “Good. I would hate to come all this way for nothing.”

“Sorry, I don’t give autographs.”

“Oh,” the girl smiled, “I don’t want an autograph.”

“Then what do you want?” Rahne asked, crossing her arms. She hated playing twenty questions, especially when the person answering those questions was armed with a crossbow.

“Oh,” the girl said, cocking her head from side to side, “I could tell you, but it would take too much time. How about I just show you?” Without waiting for an answer, she notched an arrow to the string and fired.

Well, that was the next chapter. It probably sucked. Please tell me what you think.

[rrarbecy]

That's not Huntress, is it?

[Unix]

that sooo did not suck in any sense of the word. PLEASE write more, i beg u!!!


That's not Huntress, is it? yeah i 4got to ask...IS IT

[Magick]

Yay! Good reveiws! Huntress? Not in the slightest. I'm working on the next chapter right now, so keep checking for updates.

[Unix]

oh trust me, i will! :D i was just giving a guess with Huntress :o

[Rae]

so if it's not Huntress who is it?

Please post asap

[Crowgirl]

I love where this is going, please write more or perish trying.

[Unix]

yeah, perish, PERISH!!!! *goes off into bakground like "touched in head" child, all the while screming 'perish' at top of lungs!* i like that word :D . keep typing or perish ("he he he") trying.

i dont know why i like that word so much, just has a sort of ring to it...

[Magick]

*In a Tv announcer voice* You wanted more, and here it is:

Rahne ducked, and the arrow flew above her head. The girl frowned slightly, but kept up a steady rain of arrows.
“Who are you?” Rahne asked, swerving to dodge. “Don’t say Arrowette. That one’s already taken.”

“I’m called Dart.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Nothing personal. There are people who want you out of the way, and I’m just in it for the money.” She unleashed another volley of arrows, and Rahne had to assume a very awkward position to avoid them all. Finally, she lost her temper.

“Enough games.” she hissed, taking out a cluster of razors and holding them between her fingers. Rahne flung them at Dart, who dodged and fired.

Crud, this girl is good, thought Rahne. She decided that playtime was over. She jumped off the building, saluted, and used the suit’s teleport device. Rahne wound up in her apartment again. She pulled off the mask and sat down in disgust. She had avoided Gotham’s vigilante in tights for a long time, why couldn’t she outmaneuver a girl her own age?

Dart cursed in frustration. She was the best bounty hunter in Gotham City, and she had to keep that reputation shiny. For Demitri, she thought, clutching her locket. It was of exquisite make, made of solid gold and studded with emeralds and rubies. Inside was a picture of a very handsome young man, with brown hair that flopped into his face with a sort of elegant grace, and clear blue eyes.

“For Demitri,” Dart whispered, a single tear running down her pale face.

The next day, Rahne was sitting in a desk at Gotham City high school. Lady X or not, she still attended school. The teacher was on vacation and the substitute had failed to show up, so the classroom was total mayhem. Avril Hild was shooting flirtatious glances at Collin James, while several boys blew spitballs at each other. Rahne closed her eyes. Sometimes it was a relief to return to the ridiculousness of ordinary life, with its silly pranks and endless piles of homework. If she had led a normal life, Rahne mused, she might be a lot like Avril, flirting with boys and making daily visits to the mall. Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the substitute. He was a tall man of pure muscle with untidy black hair, thick eyebrows, and who wore a stiff suit and a nametag that said: Mr. Antonio Roskavitz. He looked slightly familiar to Rahne, who pondered where she could have seen him before.

“Good day, class,” he said. His voice was a low growl, just barely understandable through a heavy Russian accent. At the sound of the voice, Rahne’s heart froze. She suddenly remembered where she had heard that voice before. Memories of fire and death rushed into her head.

Could this man be, Rahne thought, is he really? Nah, that’s not possible.

Or was it?

P.S. I've finally managed to make some pics of Rahne/Lady X on my PC. They're just edited Terra pics, but if you want to see them, PM me and I'll send them to you.

[Unix]

wow, this is really good. keep typing or.....PERISH....:evil:
i would love to see those pics, but my e-mail is gone all haywire so is there any way you could post 'em on this board?

[raven54]

yeah, that'd be cool.

this is really good! i wonder how she gets Red X powers...hmmm... Well, in any case, post more soon!

[Magick]

Hey guys, what up? Sorry I haven't posted in so long. Well, here goes nothing:

Dart stood in front of the woman known as Black Tiger, the head of a guild bearing her name. Dart couldn’t help being nervous. Black Tiger was famed for being the most ruthless assassin in the world, more so even than the Joker. Black Tiger was a tall, Chinese woman with long waves of black hair and yellow eyes. She had had a pattern of black stripes tattooed all over her body. Black Tiger had a voice as smooth as silk, but still sinister. Dart stared at her knee-length green boots.

“So what you say,” Black Tiger purred, “Is that Lady X escaped from you, and you still have no idea who she is?”

“No idea at all, my lady. But, the Agents have discovered that her targets are usually locations that Bane has visited recently.”

“Interesting. Send for Bane right now.”

“I can’t, my lady. He’s substitute teaching right now.”

Black Tiger narrowed her eyes. “Lady X killed your love, Lynnette. Do you really think that Mr. Roskavitz’s schedule is more important than your vengeance? Or do you perhaps think that I am lying?”

“No,” Dart said hurriedly, “Nothing of the kind. But if Lady X is one of his students, she’ll suspect something.”

“True, true,” Black Tiger mused, “You have a head on your shoulders, Lynnette. I’ll send one of my Agents to the school where he’s teaching we’ll root her out soon enough. You are dismissed, Lynnette.”

Dart left the room. Black Tiger smiled. Of course, what she had just said was a bunch of baloney. Lady X hadn’t murdered Demitri Romanso. Black Tiger had done that. Demitri had been distracting one of her top agents, and so he had to go. In Black Tiger’s opinion, there was only one way to deal with a mistake.

Hu Li Benson stood outside of Gotham City High, waiting for Rahne. Hu Li referred to herself as Rahne’s best friend, and that was true, to a point. Rahne Flacia wasn’t exactly best friend material. She was quick to anger and slow to forgive, Hu Li had never seen her friend’s house, and Rahne was forever mysterious. Still, Hu Li remained loyal. Hu Li had bright red hair, not as long as her friend’s, but still long. She was a Japanese girl, with perfect complexion and eyebrows. She liked to wear huge, gold hoop earrings and cropped tanktops. Rahne dashed out of the building, backpack slung over one shoulder. Her face was dead white, drained of all color.

“Are you okay?” Hu Li asked, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Ghost,” Rahne said, laughing nervously, “What-would-give-you-a-stupid-idea-like-that-I’m-fine.” She said it all in one breath, and Hu Li had to pick out the individual words.

“Okay, I’ll take your word for it this time. So, what do you think of the sub? I thought he was kinda creepy, ya know.”

“Yeah, creepy,” Rahne replied, still sounding on edge. “Listen, Hu Li, I gotta dash.”

“But Rahne,” Hu Li whined, “You said you would help me with algebra. I’m totally gonna fail without your help.”

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise!” Rahne shouted over her shoulder. Hu Li sighed. Her friend was forever disappearing. I just wish I knew why, she thought.

Back in her apartment, Rahne pulled on her mask and cowl.

“Antonio Roskavitz my foot,” she thought aloud, “Let’s see if Bane has answers.”

P.S. I'm working on how to get the pics up. Fear not, my comrades, I shall prevail.

[Magick]

I feel so unloved!:crying:

[Unix]

sorry magick, i've been..well, not here :D. its good but i think i'm gettin kinda confuzzled:sweat: must re-read...