“TEAM NEDWARD?! REALLY?!”[/b]

PUNCH!![/b]

“TEAM LACOB?!? PLEASE!!!!”[/b]

KICK!!!![/b]

“AHHH!!! HELP!!! HELP!!!! HE—URK!”

“SHUT UP AND DIE!!! THIS IS THE STUPIDEST MOVIE FRANCHISE!!!” PUNCH!! KICK!!! SMASH!!! SPLAT!!!![/b] “AND YOU PATHETIC HUMANS LET IT GET TO THIS!!!! YOU’RE TO BLAME!!! YOU ARE!!!”

Jezebel Tickle snarled as she stomped around outside of the Star’s Multiplex, in a rage fit to kill! As a matter of fact, she had already done that a couple of times. All around here, lay the scattered, broken bodies of people, mainly women, who had shown up to the latest Dusklight movie premiere. All Jezebel wanted to do was get a good drink at the bars tonight, but every damn TV only had news reports about that damned movie franchise!

Werewolf loves a girl! But girl loves a vampire! Oh please! It was all completely ridiculous and was a testament to the true idiocy of the human race. Listening to the female scramble over pasty, thing, hairless young men was just so disgusting stupid. No, Jezebel could not let them get away with it. Not this time. For too long she sat idly by as humans allowed themselves to grow fat and content on these foolish things.

Jezebel had had enough.

Stomping to the nearest movie theatre that she could find where there was a premiere, the red Amazon unleashed her rage upon the crowded lines of movie goers. No one was spared from her. If they were human he made sure they suffered every little bit for it.

Grabbing a college student by the back of her long, blonde hair, Jezebel snarled as she pulled with all her might and instantly heard that satisfying SNAP[/b]. Letting her body crumple to the ground, Jezebel snarled as she spotted a gathered of movie fans (wearing those ridiculous shirts!), huddled behind a pillar.

As if that was going to do any good.

Eyes narrowed, Jezebel stomped directly towards it…

Oh Ned. ♥

What devotion. What charm. The writer of this series clearly favored Ned. So, clearly, Noel was totally on the winner's side: team Nedward. She felt silly admitting it. The guy was what... like 17? Was it even legal? Whatever. Fantasy was fantasy.

Noel rolled the top of her popcorn bag down so the leftover kernels wouldn't get stale. She was one of the last out of the theater because sitting with a sword would be less awkward if they were legal to carry in public. Also the music in the closing credits was nice.

A crowd was clogging the exit doors and from the screaming outside and the way people were getting out their camera phones to take a quick snapshot, there must have been a celebrity outside. In fact... did she hear someone screaming about Nedward?

The memorymancer pushed her way to the front with more than a little excitement.

Only... this was so not Nedward. (He was a good vampire. He would never revel in a public blood bath. Plus, Ned wasn't a big red chick.)

"Are you serious!?" Noel looked around at the sheep. The people were either cowering or gawking. "No one's even going to try to stop this?" Why couldn't she just have a nice night out at the movies?

Noel pushed through the door and chucked the last of her popcorn bag at the unhappy red giant to distract her. "Hey!" She reached behind her shoulder and pushed her floor-length braid aside to expose the hilt of her sword for as quick a draw as she could manage. Her feet squished in something slick and thick.

This was so wrong.

She had to draw attention to herself so that the slaughter would end. Noel could beat her face in or... at least draw her away from the crowd. Her heart hammered nervously in her chest. Big, red lady looked a lot bigger this close.

"Clearly, you have never read the books. Give it up, Lacob-lover. You're never gonna win." Noel's shirt? Nedward's face and the slogan NEDWARD FOREVER as big as it would fit across the front. Yeah. Bring it.

Jezebel…was almost done. She had nearly worked out all her angry against the gathered crowd and was looking forward to just snapping a few more necks and walking back home. That should be enough to get her point across, right? Humans had a nasty habit of obviously not knowing what was best for them so they needed to be told, rightly and as bluntly as possible.

In this case, the message needed to come across that their creation of an atrocity of a movie and book franchise was an absolute mess! They needed to repent or she was going to leave more bodies in her wake. New York was so very big and this city certainly did enjoy its movie theaters.

Cracking her neck to the side, the red Amazonian cracked he knuckles and sauntered around in a small circle, trying to pick the next victim out of the gathered crowd. Most of the people outside the theater had made a run for it, but there was a still a group inside the theater, recording her with their ridiculous phones through the glass. She would have stomped towards them and broke into the building but movement caught her out of the corner of her eye.

Turning her gaze, she narrowed her focus as she found another whimpering group that was too scared to run. A wicked smirk appeared on her face.

Stepping through the debris, the sticky crimson blood and mess, the Amazon closed in on them. Fist raised she was about to strike when—

…thump…[/b]

She never would have even acknowledge whatever hit her if it were not for the falling popcorn that rolled off her shoulders. She turned in confusion and narrowed her eyes as she watched on brave soul step out and advance on her.

>> "Hey!"[/color]

A sword appeared from her back. It would make a cute butter knife.

>> "Clearly, you have never read the books. Give it up, Lacob-lover. You're never gonna win."[/color]

The furnace in her gut lit ablaze! She knew that she was close to the end of her cycle in controlling the body but there was no way that she was going to let this woman walk away with a remark like that! Fists tightened, teeth bared, Jezebel boldly began to saunter up to the mystery interloper. The veins in her biceps looked ready to burst as she quivered with anger and sneered.

The second she caught sight of the shirt she knew she was dealing with an idiot.

“Sweetheart, you don’t wanna **** with me tonight.”[/b] she growled, almost willing the woman, daring her to stay. “So why don’t you **** your ******* ***** ********* back up your ***, turn your ****** *** around, and head back to whatever ******* pathetic ******** you sleep in before I start to get mad?”[/b]

One warning. That was it…

Well that was just rude. "There are kids here. Yeesh." Not that the kids shouldn't be seeing the beatings or the violence... or be the victims of it... Noel drew her sword. To heck with the talk. No more Ms. Niceguy. No warnings, no second chances.

The great part about mental deliberations was that they took place at the speed of thought. While Big Redette was still insulting Noel's intelligence (Hey! Those insults didn't taste like lies. She really believed that!), Noel dashed in for her attack.

She went in just out of what Noel guessed was Redette's arm's length and dropped her weight low before she swung up. Noel was too far out for anything but the shallowest of slices, but the goal wasn't to kill big red on the spot. The goal was to get her angry. Well, angrier. Noel wanted her to forget the small fries.

Also, now was probably the time to run if she wanted to stay out of arm's length. She also had to figure out her next move since the same thing probably wouldn't work again. The trick to beating someone bigger and stronger? Never fight fair.

>> "There are kids here. Yeesh."[/color]

Jezebel scarcely heard her opponent as she turned to spy the rest of the sheep that were littered around her. She would have liked nothing more than to just pop all their heads off like champagne corks but they were fast little buggers. She needed to see the closest and slowest victims she could reach and plan her attack like that. She doubted that the braided woman would give her any more trouble after that tongue lashing she gave her. If she did, that would have just been stup—

“HEY!”[/b] she shouted as just barely caught the movement out of the corner of her eye.

The woman actually jumped to the attack with sword in hand? Where the hell had she gotten that anyways? It wasn’t fair! If she got a sword, Jezebel should get a sword too! It was only right! She grumbled as she leaned back, trying her best to maneuver her full and busty body away from the sharpened weapon.

As she stumbled back to her rear foot, she narrowed her eyes and snapped her attention fully on that sword-wielding woman. If she wanted to grab her fully attention, well **** she definitely got it now! Worst of all was that Jezebel thought she felt something on her give way. Looking down, she noticed that not only had the blade cut…but IT CUT HER FAVORITE LEATHER JACKET!!!

Growling she narrowed her eyes on the lithe woman.

“Oh…IT’S ON YOU F******RAT-FACED B****!!!!”[/b] she snarled as she suddenly grabbed a innocent passerby who thought it was safe run-by now. Grabbing the extremely thin man who looked as if he were covered in body glitter and gelled up hair, Jezebel swung him around as if he were a pair of nunchucks and suddenly charged at the woman. The warcry that flew from her mouth was deafening…as was the screaming of the man she swung about!

Running with sharp objects in hand was never the most brilliant tactic. It was run or get body slammed by a glittered up fanboy. Literally. Add in a (hopefully thinning) crowd and stupid got demoted to imbecilic.

"Move!" Noel had to waste some of her precious momentum to shove a man with a handheld camcorder out of the way before Ms. Red decided to grab him up and turn her single, improvised weapon into nunchucks. She just barely managed to keep herself from skewering a couple of tweens who decided to dart across her path. What was wrong with people these days? Could they not see this giant, angry, RED and SCREAMING MURDERER trailing behind her? (Noel saved her breath for running instead of vbal repartee.)

The more she ran, the more Noel realized that the sidewalk was a bad idea. People were still lined up for the next showing, most of which were unaware of the trouble ahead. that's just how long the lines were for this popular movie.

The sweetest old lady, her walker decorated with tinsil and what looked like a werewolf piñata, stepped out of line when she noticed Noel and started edging closer one millimeter at a time while Noel and Red ran straight toward her like a freaking locomotive.

"Team Lacob!" She crowed and sped up to maybe an inch per step to the cheers of perhaps half the crowd. Holy healing unicorn, this was no time to play chicken. The memorymancer swerved out into street traffic last second. At least the people here on the road had the extra protective layer of their vehicles.

Honks and rude gestures chorused through the lane. She kept running. Surely there was somewhere in NewYork where she could swing her sword at a true villain in peace.

Oh, Jezebel was LIT[/b]!! She was ready to tear this woman a new one when the sword-wielding coward suddenly turned on her heel and darted away from her! Eyes wide, teeth bared, Jezebel snarled as she bolted after the woman, still carrying the now limp body of the fanboy in hands and brandishing him dangerously. As the woman ran, Jezebel threw a torrent of obscenities and curses at her out of frustration and anger. Obviously it wouldn’t slow her opponent down, but definitely made Jezebel feel better!

>> "Team Lacob!"[/color]

People cheered but many of them knew to get out of the way. Watching a giant, red woman barreling down on them was enough to make anyone look for safe cover; especially when said woman was brandishing a, what had to now be, dead man. Flopping lifelessly over her shoulder, Jezebel ran as fast as her long legs carried her. She was easily closing the gap between them.

Then the little B**** decided to turn into the traffic!

Jezebel snarled. The woman was fast, reckless, and dangerous. It actually made her even angrier that the two of them couldn’t be friends! Obviously the deciding factor here was the fact that she watched, and fangirled, over those ridiculous Dusklight movies! That was simply an unforgivable crime!

No…friendship could not be had. She would indeed have to murder her.

Stomping out into the street, Jezebel snarled and snapped and cursed at any and all cars that were honking and swerving around her. The worst was when she felt one of them nudge into her legs so harshly that she actually stumbled! SHE! STUMBLED!! Jezebel was extremely displeased with that.

“YOU STUPID ****!!!” she growled as she suddenly hurled the glittering fanboy fromher shoulder into the car’s windshield.

Inside she hear the PUFF of the airbag go off. With him distracted, she reached down and peeled off the car’s metal bumper off before turned and continued her pursuit. Kicking another car that was stopped in front of her, she knocked it away as she stormed after the woman.

“COME ON, SWEETIE!” she cackled as she stomped onto the hood of another car, setting off its alarms, and continuing on as if it didn’t even slow her down. “YOU GUNNA LET ME HURT ALL THESE PATHETIC HUMANS? WHY DON’T YOU WANT TO PLAY?!”[/b]

Oh she was definitely not going to let her go. Not. At. All. Such was the downfall of playing the hero.

Was she going to let Ms. Red kill (or attempt to kill) all those humans in her wake? Yes. Yes she was. Noel was not a martyr and the people in the cars had freaking steel suits of armor on. Modern technology was on their side. If Noel stopped and took Ms. Red's wrath in the face... Well, she wouldn't have one any more.

Noel used some of her precious lead to hop up on a car hood and run up to its roof to get a better view. She whipped her head left and right, long braid swishing behind her. Where would she have the advantage? Or at least, whee could she find a place alone to go out in a blaze of glory? Surely there was some place sort of secluded...

The car rocked underneath her and Noel yipped in surprise, slipping and sliding onto the car's trunk. She slithered off the back and hit the ground running. Had she seen... Could it possibly be?

She ran a few rows back and prayed to unicorn that everyone had their seat belts and airbags on.

A police car.

"Halle-frikkin'-lluia."

She launched herself into a dive, her shoulder impacting the front window —hard enough to jostle the entire car, but sadly not hard enough to break anything— and rolled with the impact so hopefully she didn't loose too much momentum and her sword wouldn't get stuck in anything.

She was tired and now her shoulder ached and she didn't want to go too far from what was hopefully a properly prepared policeman. Noel left the road and tripped on the curb on her way up to the sidewalk. Her sword clattered away. Crap, crap, crap. She lunged for the weapon and hoped Red was further away than she thought.

Jezebel stormed after the braid-wearing, sword carrying woman as she disappeared into a sea of cars. She was getting very angry now. For whatever reason, this woman was really touching a raw nerve with her. It was probably because she was some ridiculous human who attempted to stand up to her, as well as came at her with a sword. Jezebel truly didn’t appreciate that. No human had any right to do anything like that to her; a mutant! It was just…not right!

She snarled at the very thought of it! What made it worse, though, was the idea that she might had lost her. She couldn’t handle that. No one showed a mutant like her such disrespect! No one!!

Her lips twisting into a hiss, she growled and snapped her head left and right, ebony locks flying around her features as she sought for the woman’s location. She had no idea where she could have gone to, so where could she have gone?! Angry took over and her eyes began to blaze in waves of molten yellow. Flashing dangerously, she shoved cars away, stomped on hoods, and punched in windshields. She was somewhere! But where!?

“Where are you!?!” she snapped angrily and kicked another car.

A domino effect of cars smashing into one another assaulted her ears. Then, as if by chance, Jezebel turned sharply to see someone out of the corner of her eye. Standing, on the top of a car hood, was a flash of steel and long braid of hair.

Her eyes narrowed and Jezebel suddenly stomped in the direction of the familiar looking woman. She rushed as fast as she could, nudging away cars, swinging the car bumper that she had ripped from a different car into anything in her path. Within moments she then watched the woman stumble and Jezebel knew she had to take advantage of it.

Hefting up the bumper, she focused squarely on the woman before she hurled it with all her great strength like a javelin. It would hit. It had to…right?

No no nonononono! The one advantage she'd had was speed... Or, well maneuverability? Whatever had kept her out of arms reach was gone now along with the skin on her palms and one forearm. At least is Ms. Red caught her, it wouldn't hurt for long.

Wow. How's that for optimism?

Noel scrambled like a one legged duck to get her feet under her again and get closer to her weapon, but something crashed into the back of her legs just below the knee. Kaplow. At least she fell forward. The brunette reached for all she was worth to get a hold of that sword with her intentions firmly set in mind.

Judging from the noise level so far, Ms. Red was sure to have footsteps that left craters in the asphalt which meant at least Noel could not be snuck up on. She would lay there looking hurt (not a hard act to sell considering how she felt right now) and at the last second get the sword up between herself and the giant therefore skewering the beast and allowing herself ample time to stand up as she pleased.

If this were a movie it would totally work.

Jezebel grinned…wide! She had done it! Even from her distance she could see that her make-shift javelin had struck its mark. She saw the woman go down onto the ground and quickly the red Amazon began to pick up her pace. She was not going to allow this little witch to get away from her. Not after she had actually attempted to attack her! Who did she think she was? She was one cheeky human being, that was for sure.

Damn goodie two-shoes! She had enough of that from Penelope that she didn’t need it from this woman as well! Oh yes, she was going to make her pay for this.

The woman scrambled forward, trying to reach for something but the all red woman simply didn’t care. She was already closing the gap between them so she had no doubt she was going o die by her hand tonight. She could reach for whatever she wanted, but none of it was going to matter. Even that little toothpick she pretended was a sword was no good.

This fight was done.

“Heheheh,”[/b] she laughed. “Come on you little b****! I thought you wanted my attention,” she said as she reached over and grabbed a newspaper vending box that was bolted into the concrete. After a few quick tugs, she ripped it clean from the ground and raised it high above her head. She smirked as she glowered towards the woman, quickening her step in order to get this over with. “I’ll show you what happens when you mess with a mutant!!”[/b]

She growled and charged forward, arching the newspaper box back and ready to bring it down on the woman’s head as hard and fast as she could.

Jezebel loved this stuff.

The sword jabbed between Ms. Red's feet, which was not at all what Noel had been aiming for, but hey! There was really scary lady threatening her life and starting to ramble off speeches about mutant-kind! Noel had stabbed backward without properly scouting ahead. Severing a leg or critical artery would have been preferable, but since the blade was there between her legs and there were no take-backs or do-overs in life-or-death situations, Noel couldn't waste the opportunity.

She threw herself and all her weight at the hilt of the weapon. The blade between Ms. Red's legs became a lever, one of her own legs as the fulcrum and Noel's weight suddenly pit against the weight of a single leg. The sword was made of steel which was strong, maybe not Ms. Red strong but it should be strong enough to throw one of her red legs out from under her. It was only half the woman's weight after all. And if it broke... well then maybe Noel would get lucky and the pointy bits would sever a leg or a vital artery or something.

Jezebel had the woman cornered! The would-be heroine was going to be nothing more than a smear on the sidewalk now and she couldn’t be more elated! Since meeting this woman all she wanted to do was puncher face her and now she was going to get the opportunity! Oh how sweet life is! Things really did flow well for a mutant on a mission. That couldn’t have made her happier.

Smirking wide, seeing the look of terror on the woman’s face, Jezebel hefted up the newspaper box and made ready to swing down with every ounce of strength she had. She wanted to make sure that whoever had to clean up after was going to have their work cut out for them.

But, just as she was about to complete her task, she was suddenly caught off guard. The woman moved and Jezebel quickly attempted to compensate. Switching the weight on her legs, she turned in order to jam the newspaper stand at a far awkward angle when she suddenly felt the pressure and weight pushing against her leg.

It was an action which immediately exploited the weakness of being top-heavy and muscular. Jezebel snarled as she felt the bite of the sword against her calf. Luckily she didn’t bleed or she would have been in trouble. Unfortunately it was still a sudden enough movement to make the woman topple.

First one leg attempted to compensate, then the other, and finally she just toppled. The moment she felt being groundless, Jezebel cursed with everything she had; then she collided with the concrete…hard.

“OOMPH!!!”[/b] A momentary daze filled her eyes. She was going to rip that woman apart the second she got up!

Before her brain had really caught up to what she was doing, Noel threw herself on top of Ms. Red. She was scared and freaking angry. No one should have the right to end that many lives, on a whim or planned or any other way you might do it. It was wrong. "Wrong. You're wrong." About everything.

Yeah this woman could rip Noel's arms out of their sockets, but Noel's hands were going straight for the throat. Crushing with all her weight and strength and self-righteous fury. Assuming she could choke the living daylights out of this woman, she would. It was wrong, but it was also so right. If only she had the strength to do it before Ms. Red could retaliate.