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Ok this is a second attempt at a topic I created a long time ago but neglected and got archived. Technically it is sort of a prequel of a private RP I am doing. Centering around one Alexandrine Deforest, sole survivor of a team of magical girls who died on their final battle. This is just something to distract me when I don't have anything else to write. Not one consistent story that goes from point a to b. But rather random scenes. Some maybe from while the old team is around, others how she deals with the aftermath. Before the other story I am writing. There may be some sex mixed in but, as I am writing it myself, it will likely be short and without much detail. More just exploring her life. Will write scenes as I think of them and have time. The old team: Bianka Valencia - Ruby Pixi (Leader) Alexandrine Deforest - Emerald Sorceress Emiri Deforest - Jade Guardian (fraternal twin sister) Ciara Shepherd - Holy Storm Rina Zimmerman - Silver Soldier

Prelude I didn't feel anything. I didn't even notice it happen. It wasn't hot, it didn't hurt, my life didn't flash before my eyes, I didn't even have a moment to try and breathe in order to realize whether or not I could. I wasn't sad, I wasn't scared, I wasn't angry. For one moment, one fleeting moment, I heard silence. In a way, I suppose you could call it a happy feeling. It's not at all the way I thought I would've felt if it happened. My name is Julia Whithro, and I'm dead. I was 25 years old, North on I-10 on Christmas Eve, 2021. It was raining and I was going 90 when the speed limit was 75. It was 9:30 at night and I needed to get home to finish wrapping gifts for my parents and 9 year old sister. There were no cops around so I knew I wasn't going to get pulled over. I guess that's what I'd be testifying in court if I got to go. But if I went to my funeral, I'd be saying so many more things. I'd tell my sister it's not her fault I never came home. I'd tell my mother that I didn't hate her, that I understood why she was always so persistent with me. I'd tell my father that I'm okay with this, and to think of it like a really exciting business trip or something. But I didn't get to go to my funeral. Not even in death. It was a closed casket service. My body was too disgusting to be seen even by my family. That was the excuse they were given. But don't get me wrong, I don't hold any grudges. I'm not some ghost loitering around between this world and the next because of some lingering regret. The only regret I ever had was whatever point I crossed where I could no longer look at my schedule and tell myself, honestly, that I wanted to do anything on it. I didn't want to go to school anymore. I didn't want to study anymore. I didn't want to go to church anymore. I didn't want to play music anymore. I didn't want to talk anymore. I didn't even want to eat anymore. I woke up every morning wishing I could sleep all day. I fell asleep every night wishing it could last forever. This time, I fell asleep and I really, truly, thought it would last forever. It felt like a dream. I was in heaven. It wasn't clouds and pearly gates. It was empty. Dark. Not a scary darkness, but a peaceful one. Like when you're meditating and emptying your mind. I had no fear of the unknown because there was no unknown. It was me directly in the arms of God. He was hushing all of the fears and anxieties that had been screaming in my head for as long as I could remember and lulling me to sleep like a baby. Until that point, I had never heard silence. I finally understood that everything would sort itself out with time. Other people would take my place and I no longer felt inadequate because of that. I was able to look back at all the positions I was filling and be glad that other people were taking the opportunities I had. I would've thought I'd be jealous that they're living the life I used to, or angry that they're not doing things the way I would, but I didn't feel anything like that. I was proud of them. Happy for them. I wished them the best. I could see my family go through the mourning process. They hurt, but they got better each day. It's funny how quick it happens from this perspective. And all this time, I just rested. I rested and waited, listening to the symphony of silence. There was no time, there were no deadlines. There was nothing I forgot, there were no promises I had to uphold. I felt like I was drifting on air and had no fear that I'd ever fall. And then... the silence was broken. Before I knew it, sound was creeping into my ears again. Well, my right one, anyway. A quiet hum that I'd never have noticed had it not been for that silence that blessed my ears moments before. Suddenly I was aware of the passage of time. I was aware of the pull of gravity locking me down to a sunken mattress. I was aware of the chains of wires that were keeping me in place. I was aware of the fact that I couldn't move and that I could only see in my right eye and even then my vision was too blurred to make anything out at all. I was aware of the fact that I hurt. I hurt like hell. There were holes in my body and they were burning against their bandages with every breath. I tried to move my arms. My muscles were shredded. Tears formed from the pain and even those burned my skin. I wanted to scream in pain but I wanted to keep silent. What happened? Where was I? Who brought me here? Why was I here? How long had I been here? No, no, no, none of that! None of that was important, I didn't need to know the answers to those questions, the more I thought about them the more my heart was gripped and locked tighter into my chest! My heart! I could feel every beat, I could feel the blood pumping through my body! I could feel adrenaline but nowhere for it to go! I screamed a louder scream than I'd ever screamed before! It hurt! It tore through my neck, it stretched the barely functioning muscles around my mouth and I didn't care! I screamed like an animal that had stepped into a trap. It couldn't have sounded human. No! Not here!! Kill me! Somebody kill me! Don't take me back here!! I couldn't say it, my brain couldn't focus enough to form the words, all I could manage was the unintelligible, hideous, feral sound of a child throwing a tantrum. Even with all the energy my body had, moving my body I found to be impossible. My muscles didn't just hurt, they weren't strong enough to lift my bones. Or they weren't attached. I could tense my upper right arm and my left may as well have been nonexistent. Please, God, don't send me back! Why would you send me back here!? Why would you let me go!? God was the only one who would hear, I prayed harder than I'd ever prayed before. Please take me back! God! Please! I suddenly heard a loud crash as the doorknob to the room twisted and the door was pushed open. I could tell the person walking in was trying to be quiet, but I could hear their breath, I could hear their heartbeat, too. I could hear them gulp before they prepared to speak, and I could hear their stuttered breath as they tried to compose themself. "Julia?" I was silent, I closed my eyes and screamed to myself in my head. No, God, tell me this isn't real, tell me that wasn't all a lie. "Julia, can you hear me?" I heard him shuffling around, he was checking the tools all around me. I heard the furious scribbling on a clipboard, I could hear the drainage of the ink as his pen slid over the surface of the paper. "Julia, can you hear me? Julia?" The voice repeated. It was the voice of a man. No, stop it! Stop trying to think about these things! I don't care who he is! I don't care where I am! I don't want to be here! There's too much sound! Too much noise! I want to go back!! "Julia! I don't know if you can understand me, but I can see your brain is responding. It's me, Walter!" More silence. Walter, my lab partner... why? Why is he here?! Not him, God, please, let it be anybody but him! "Hah! You can! You can understand me!" His voice was sickeningly cheerful. "I can't believe I finally got it to work! Everyone said the drug would be impossible, but I made it happen!" What? Drug? Was this guy experimenting on me?! "Don't worry, you're probably in a lot of pain, but I'm going to make you feel good as new! It's just going to take some time! I don't want to make you panic, ah, I practiced this so many times but I never expected to actually do this... How do I put it?" The man exhaled, he was trying his best to contain his excitement and be empathetic, but everything he said and did drilled into my ears. "I don't know what the last thing you can remember is, Julia, but... you had so many beautiful dreams and ambitions that I couldn't bear the thought of our world losing. I hope through extensive medical procedures and rehabilitation, I can get you on your feet so that I can make those dreams into reality and make the world a better place for everyone! Julia, I still don't know if you even recognize me, but... I thought I'd never get a chance to say these things. Maybe you won't even remember what I'm telling you right now, but I want to take this opportunity to tell you that these last twenty years I have dedicated exclusively to you. Julia, I love you and I can't bear to think of a life without you or with any other woman by my side! I know you were highly stressed and I don't know what the situation behind the wreck was, but your death was determined to be accidental but I've always feared it was suicide! I refused to believe it, but I could blame nobody but myself. I never should've pushed you so hard, I should've been more involved! I shouldn't have let you keep going back to your unhappy household. I should've been more firm with you. I've refused to accept there was no hope for you. So I beg you, please, if not for your own sake, than for mine, please allow yourself to live so that I can rectify my mistakes and give you the beautiful life you always should've had!" None of it was making any goddamn sense!! I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to punch him in the goddamn face! What the hell gives him the right to say any of that bullshit!? And 20 years!? It'd been, like, two minutes! Did I really miss that much? As I stared ahead at the blurry figure in front of me, my eye was slowly able to focus. He was still blurry, but I could vaguely make out the shape of an older white man with black, silvering hair and wearing a white, what I could only presume was a labcoat. It turns out, there was one more person I would've wanted to talk to at my funeral. Walter Laurence. And if I had one thing I'd want to say to him it would be "Don't you dare touch my body." I was 25 years old when I died in a car wreck on I-10 on Christmas Eve of 2021 at 9:30 at night. I am now 45 years old and alone with the creep who's already decided how I'm going to live for the rest of my life while I have no choice but to rely on him to merely exist. I don't know how he did it, but he brought me back from the dead. He will not let me die. I can't move, I can't escape. I am scared. My name is Julia Whithero, and I was robbed of my death.

In 2015, 1 January, Los Angeles was turned into a war zone for two days as TV Head an a hand full of Villains assaulted and demolished the metropolis. On the first day the several dozen high ranked Villains, thugs and mercenaries, killed over one hundred thousands people, comprised of civilians, first responders and Heroes. TV Head hijacked major radio stations and local TV networks via radio manipulation and professed his ideology to the world. He said that the U.S. an its Heroes and Villains were nothing but a show now and swore to give the world the greatest show it had ever wanted, effectively declaring war on the U.S.. Between saving civilians, defending evacuation points and fighting the villains, the heroes that were there in the initial attack were kept on their back foot. It wasn't until the second day that Technomancer had organized with the U.S. military and the top twenty heroes for a counter attack. Fighting along the U.S. coast guard and navy, the top ten Heroes were able to push the Villains back out. By the end, over 150,000 thousand died an even more wounded while there was only a handful of Heroes and Villains left standing. The few villains that survived barely made it out with their lives. It was on that first day that Lillian's lover had been murdered at the hands of TV Head with little regard, like an after thought. Over the next month the U.S. was left in shock as politicians and Home Land Security scrambled to decide on how to handle what was considered the largest security break in U.S. history. Fearing a repeat of September 11th, the U.S. government opted to handle the issue with covertness, taking to using a scalpel instead of a hammer. The matter was to be handled with the upmost scrutiny and tactfulness. Not wanting to incite mass hysteria or unrest, the U.S. Government took to managing the issue behind the scenes while assuring the public that it was doing everything in its power to uncover the Villains and their plots. During that time the government platformed and put heroes on a pedestal, praising the heroes for their hard work. Like wise, the media began putting even more attention onto the Heroes of the U.S.. In no time the focus went from how the Government was going to handle the threat to how would the Heroes handle this threat. Some feared losing popularity while others saw it as the perfect chance to earn more of it, but both were put into spotlight. Even though some Heroes were public servants, their affiliation with the government was quickly lost from public sight as the subjects and interviews centered around what the Heroes themselves would do. Despite all the big talk that the government and Heroes were giving, no progress was being made. TV Head's trail was spotless. During that time, TV Head had cemented what would soon be known as the Villains Syndicate in a massive underground network of tunnels that spanned much of the U.S.. Their numbers were small but their resources an interest groups were growing every day. By the end of the month after the attack on L.A., TV Head had refitted and modified a part of the tunnels into what he had dubbed "The Proving Grounds". This place would be where he would nurture the next generation of Villains. He would use this place to teach them while giving refuge and sanctuary to Villains from all over. TV Head had made himself known to the world but he still needed to get the word out about the Villains Syndicate and he knew exactly how to do it. At first, TV Head hadn't noticed, but Lillian had dropped the smallest of seeds onto his hoodie. It wasn't until the flower had started to grow that TV Head noticed an intrusion. The flower, of course, had its own magnetic field that, once grown, was easily detected by TV Head. His magnetic field was like another layer of skin whereas the flower was like noticing a pimple. TV Head recognized the flower and knew then that it was only a matter of time until one the top 10 heroes, Trip Star, was coming after him. He would set a trap and record the slaughter on video for the internet to see as an announcement of the Villains Syndicate's arrival. TV Head rounded up the villains an informed them that they could expect an attack from one of two directions in the tunnels from the Heroes and likely, the military. There was debates and yelling, as some Villains left while others decided to fight the heroes. After that, there was much deliberation on what to do, on whether or not take the fight to the heroes or wait for them to find the Proving Grounds. It was decided to wait to fight on the Proving Grounds on the single fact that the P.G. was the most known territory they had control of. They knew they were safe from sonar or radio signal's down there, so they could use that to their advantage to avoid detection from above ground. With that in mind, two lines were to be set up for either entrance of the P.G. while TV Head would use his radio waves as sonar for the underground tunnels. If the military was detected then they would simply blow up which ever side they were coming from, dropping rubble with not needing to fear being trapped. If it was just Heroes, then the villains could lay in wait to ambush them. The only hole in the plan was that it rested on the idea that the enemy would either detonated a charge or break down a door to get into the tunnels. That or bypass one of the security doors. Either choice would give plenty of notice to the villains to set up. But this plan assumed that Trip Star and whoever she may bring did not have an alternative route that TV Head could not have known about. TV Head could never be too sure, but he doubted those chances. All the Villains would have to do is wait for the signal.

A sadistic smile twisted on Hunter’s lips as he watched the figure in front of him as they seemed to twist on the spot as if lost. To most people, the figure would be barely visible within the dim lighting of the abandoned warehouse as shadows seemed to cling to every surface, unyielding to the meagre light of the mid-afternoon Chicago sun that attempted to peer in through the murky windows. He tilted his head as he continued to observe the man. To Hunter, the man looked pretentious in a rather flashy looking blue and white costume that looked to be something one of those figure skaters would wear. It was skin tight, allowing Hunter to see the curves of their body. He had pale skin that almost seemed to glow, made even more noticeable by his pitch black hair. He had the haughty expression that Hunter had seen on many heroes before. The kind of expression that made him laugh. He watched from the shadows as the hero brought his hand up, a shard of ice appearing in his grip. The man threw the shard, and Hunter watched the projectile as it sailed through the air, before impacting the wall of the warehouse, penetrating deep. It was also nowhere near him. Hunter let out a derisive snort before saying in an almost singsong voice, “Missed me~” He then laughed as the hero quickly turned towards him and threw yet another projectile. But he was too slow. Hunter was in his element, hidden within the shadows of the warehouse which were numerous and all he had to do was move along the shadows, quicker than the hero could run. He shifted until he was standing behind the man, who was completely unaware of the danger that lurked so closeby. He was a fool to have followed Hunter into the warehouse. When he had first confronted Hunter, he had claimed that he was going to bring Hunter to justice, to cash in the bounty that was on his head. And yet the fool knew nothing about the prey he hunted. If this was the standard for heroes, then Hunter was sorely disappointed. This hero wasn’t as entertaining as he had been hoping. In fact he was rather boring, only able to fire these pathetic little ice shards that did no damage to him while he was in the shadows. At this point, Hunter was merely playing with the man. As silent as smoke, he emerged from the shadows before taping the man on the shoulder. Even as the man jumped in surprise, Hunter melded into the shadows, watching as the hero turned around and threw another ice shard that seemed to land where Hunter was however it wasn’t able to do any damage. He laughed again, “You’re so God-damn pathetic. Are you, like… retarded, or something? I thought you were here to cash in my bounty.” Hunter laughed again, mocking the man as he quickly moved away so that he was behind the man again. He emerged from the shadows, bending over as he picked up a piece of wood which he then threw at the hero before shrouding himself in the shadows once again. The wood hit the hero on the head causing him to turn around and shout, “Come on out, you coward!” Hunter couldn’t resist but to roll his eyes, or rather the equivalent of. This hero was beginning to really bore him. He made a tutting sound before he said, “You’re very pathetic, you know. You say that you’re here to collect on the bounty that’s on my head, and you can’t even hit me with the most basic of attacks. You couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag.” “Shut up.” The hero snarled, “I don’t have to listen to this.” Hunter emerged from the shadows in front of him, his upper lip curled in a snarl of disgust as he tilted his head a little, looking down his nose at the hero, “You know nothing about me. You just saw the dollar signs on my name, and felt the chance to give yourself a feel good wank like all you heroes do. You take down anyone that disagrees with you, and then stand around congratulating yourselves in one massive circle jerk. You’re just a bunch of liars that think of nothing but looking and feeling good. You don’t actually care about helping people and you don’t care about the people that you kill with your incompetence. You’re a bunch of hypocrites.” As Hunter watched, he saw the hero’s face twist in anger before the man threw another shard at him. A tutting sound escaped Hunter as he once again blended into the shadows, causing him to completely evade the attack despite the fact that the shard struck with pinpoint accuracy. In a rather mocking tone, he said, “Let me tell you something, hero. When someone does the same thing over, and over again and expects a different result… that is the definition of insanity. That perfectly describes you… and the rest of your do-nothing organisation.” “I’ll make you pay for that!” The hero growled before running towards where Hunter’s voice had come from. Hunter sighed a little before he moved behind the hero in a flash before he emerged from the shadows. The whites of his eyes had turned a solid black as his own shadow moved across the floor like a sinister snake. As it wrapped around the ankle of the hero, the man tripped and fell to the floor face first with a might crack as his nose collided with the concrete and snapped the bone in half. The man let out a scream of agony, but he didn’t seem to notice the shadowy hand that crept up his leg and torso before wrapping around his neck. Hunter stepped up to the side of the hero, tilting his head a little as he looked down at the hero who twisted on his side to look up at Hunter as blood flowed freely from his nose like a river. The gangster smirked down at his victim and said in a mocking sympathetic tone, “This is the end of your career, I’m afraid.” The shadowy hand on the man's neck suddenly tightened, causing the hero to let out a choking sound. He reached up, attempting to claw at what was strangling him, but his hands met nothing but thin air. Hunter’s sadistic smirk widened as he said, “Just a few more moments, and it’s goodnight.” He squatted down, his gold and black eyes intent on the hero’s face. The hero seemed to realise that these were the last few moments of his life. His blue eyes went wide with panic, the eyeballs bulging from their sockets. His mouth opened and closed, making him look like a gaping fish. His body twitched before he began to writhe on the floor in a pathetic attempt to escape the cold grip of death. But there was nothing he could do, and Hunter watched with a certain glee as the man's struggles began to lessen. His face had turned pale, as his lips turned a shade of blue due to the lack of oxygen. Hunter tightened the grip of the shadow, his own jaw clenching as he watched the hero’s eyes become dim before a lifeless look settled in them as his body went still. Hunter watched for several long minutes before he reached forwards and pressed his fingers against the man’s neck, searching for the tale tell pulse that would indicate that he was still alive. When he could not find it, he pulled his hand away and stood up as his shadow retracted. With a blink of his eyes, the whites had turned to their normal colour. He kicked the body of the hero so that they were on their back before he spat on their corpse. This was not the first hero he had killed, and he felt no remorse for their death. After all, they had been the ones to come after him. Why should he feel bad about defending himself? Besides, he held contempt for heroes in general. He had not been lying when he called heroes liars and hypocrites. They were. All they cared about was making themselves feel good about themselves. It made him feel sick to his stomach because they dared to say that he couldn’t use his Quirk the way he did. Still, at least with the death of this latest hero, his bounty might increase which could mean more heroes will be coming after him. Which meant he could kill more of them and he quite liked that idea.

The rule is simple, you poke like your life depend on it and with the only intention on your mind is WINNING! No mercy will be given out on the battlefield and no rule will bind your desire to crush your opponent with absolute needs. Like the queen once said, to everyone: May the best win. By that, I mean I will win. - @Neptune Good luck, I will enjoy crushing anyone that gets in my path of obtaining that crown that the queen doesn't need any longer.