Here it was. The moment Gill had been waiting for. Zod had asked for a plan? Well, here it was. There was a short window of time as Decapre and Zod interacted, which gave Gill a chance to act in the most subtle of ways. Another message, quietly tapped out to Urien.
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After the display of Psycho Power, Gill fell to his knees, holding onto his throat as he gasped for air. "I thank you, dear girl," he said to the second Doll, voice hoarse. "He had...some sort of hold on us, I...I couldn't move, use my powers..." He looked to the rest of the group. "The man before us...is dangerous..." A gambit that he hoped Urien would pick up on, even if it meant swallowing his pride.
Watch for smoke. Go to the Jungle. Beware the Blue Team. But there was one more message, if you knew what was going on. If you were able to put two and two together. Gill had to deliver a message to Decapre. A message that would kill Zod, that would change everything. After all, they were actors, were they not? And what does an actor do but deliver a message?
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JUNGLE
It started off quite. A whisper.
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Soothing. Sweet. Like the plucking off a harp string.
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It grew louder. A bass guitar.
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Drum. It was beating like a drum inside her head.
BANG
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An invasive thought. She couldn't stop it. She couldn't stifle it. It overwhelming her.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't breathe.
BANG
BANG
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BANG
Her hand drifted to her head. She opened her mouth to scream. Nothing came out. Her lips simply quivered. Her cheeks were wet with black tears.
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
She couldn't fight. Couldn't think. Couldn't fight.
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Couldn't fight. Couldn't think.
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"Humans... so fragile..." Zod chuckled.
"I'm barely touching you... At least feint resilience!"
Decapre wrapped her fingers around Zod's arms. Purple flamed poured from her hands. Zod instinctively tightened his grip around the Doll, desperate to force the last few breaths from her before she could do any lasting damage. Decapre's flames rushed to her aid, frying her fingers apart.
General Zod- a survivor, a killer, a
kryptonian- cried out in pain. He dropped half his prey.
"Insolent swine!" He bellowed, his eyes burning crimson.
"Your dare? You dare scar Zod?!"
Decapre's mind was numb. She didn't register Zod's demands. He was standing between her and her sister. He needed to go.
The General charged towards her. She matched his speed. He reached out to grab her. She ducked below his strike. A flash of indigo.
Zod's left arm struck the dirt, bloody and burned. Cammy fell down beside it.
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"RRRRRAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!"
Zod unleashed a primal cry. He fell to his knees, clutching his hideous wound. Rage consumed him. Rage for Decapre. Rage for himself. Rage for his own weakness. A blast of heat vision burned the sky red.
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"Sister!" Cammy gasped weakly, prying herself up off the floor.
"You.. you're... thank you I--!"
Decapre didn't reply. Her mask- grazed and shattered in her brief battle with Zod- sat shattered at her feet.
She walked towards her fellow Doll, her eyes pure and dark.
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"Terminate." The Doll replied, soulless.
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K I L L
D E A R E S T
D O L L
Gill, blessed by some unknown force, had issued her a command.
The Doll obeyed.
She plunged her indigo blade through her Cammy's chest.
Her companion, her friend, her sister...
Her anchor, her lighting rod, her everything...
She died in an instant, a look of surprise and terror chiseled upon her frozen face.
Her mission was complete. Her fists uncoiled.
She fell to her knees, coated in the blood of her...
Everything.
She opened her mouth to scream.
Nothing came out. She simply knelt.
Her suit stained crimson.
She wept.
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