“Ooops! Heheehehe!!!”

SMASH[/b]

“Make room!! HAHAHAh!!”

CRRRUUUUSSHH!!![/b]

Jezebel Tickle’s cackled flowed into the air like a warm breeze as she strolled through the dark and quiet street of one of her favorite locations. People here kept to themselves and were extremely quiet about the goings on in their neighborhood, especially this one. Jezebel liked it when people like this were quiet because it made less trouble for her to have to go around silencing everyone. So, traveling down the sidewalk, nudging her well toned hip into the side mirrors, shiny hub caps, and/or windshields, the red Amazon left a trail of destruction in her wake.

But the neighbors, they knew to keep quiet. It was never good to anger someone who could clearly rip a man’s head clean off.

Dressed in tight, form fitting black leather pants, a loose leather jacket and stiletto boots, the woman looked like a force to be reckoned with. Long raven locks of hair hung down to her lower back and swept back and forth behind her as she sauntered onward, while her tight, muscular arms swung back and forth in time with her steps.

Lips stretched into a malicious smile, the woman cackled again as she leaned down and drove her elbow through another car windshield.

SMASSH!![/b]

“Hahaha!! Too. Much. FUN!!” she grinned as she removed her arm from the broken glass and brushed the shards in sparkling cascades onto the asphalt below. She was really enjoying herself tonight. Penelope had kept her cooped up for too long, much longer than she wanted. So she was going to make this night count.

Walking back to his apartment after another night of cleaning, Andrei wondered if his night could get any worse. Your life is already bad as it is. The sound of shouting and screaming, the sound of glass breaking was heard nearby and this was just enough for him. Showtime. Putting his hood over his head, Psych power-walked towards the racket, hoping for something to play with and make his night.


"Too. Much. FUN!!" was all he heard, and all he had to hear as he turned to the street of all the noise. He looked up, only to see a big red woman pulling her arm out of a cars windshield. Oh, he was surprised. Firstly, a red woman. Secondly, her arm in a car. Let's lighten up her night.

"You make too much noise."

He unholstered his knives, as precaution due to the fact that there was a 7 foot red woman pulling her arm out of a windshield. Come on Psych, let's see what you're made out of.

Jezebel cackled as she shook the glass free from her arm. She really was having fun today and she was thankful for it. Penelope had managed to remain calm for far too longer; longer than Jezebel could have anticipated. It was obvious that the city, that these disgusting humans, have forgotten what it was like to have Jezebel Tickle breathing down their necks. She needed to do everything she could to make up for that.

A smile stretching her face, the red Amazon turned on her heel and made ready to cross the street. There was another line of cars that had yet to be demolished! She definitely couldn’t let that happen.

>> "You make too much noise."

Her head tilted. Her long hair partially masking her face, the twisted woman turned and let her fiery, yellow gaze sweep over the scene in front of her. At first she saw nothing of consequence: trash, more cars, a man, brick walls, the glint of light on glass…

A man?

Her eyes locked onto the interloper and a truly sadistic smile stretched across her lips, baring her teeth in a vicious manner. He was tall, but definitely not taller than herself. Casually she flipped her hair behind her shoulder as she took on a more casual posture. Humans weren’t a threat so why should she look like anything other than condescending to him?

She snickered a bit at his comment.

“Oh sweetheart,”[/b] she smirked. “I’m nothing. You should hear the sounds that I can make people make. So. Very. Funny.”[/b] A barrage of demented laughter flew from Jezebel’s mouth as she hollered out her joy. When she calmed down enough she gazed at the man again. “You mutant? Or…ick…human?”[/b]

“You mutant? Or…ick…human?”

Showtime. Putting his two knives on his palm, Psych flicked them up at an instant to keep them in the air. Her laughter was well heard, and all he had to hear to start some trouble.

"You decide."

He pushed one of the levitating knives swiftly towards the large woman, hoping for some action. Whilst the knife was moving towards the lady, he quickly unholstered another knife, just in case it would be needed. Please don't get yourself killed, we got work tomorrow.

>> "You decide."

Jezebel was strong, far stronger than she looked. That isn’t to say that she didn’t look strong! The woman cleared the seven-foot height mark, her muscles were toned and strong, and there was just enough of a dangerous glint in her eye that proved she was not someone to be reckoned with. But she was indeed far stronger than someone could have anticipated.

She paused, though, watching in amazement as a knife floated in the air in front of her! So this guy was a mutant. She guessed that that was enough to keep her from putting him in a body bag right away but as she was about to be generous and just walk away from the encounter, the knife flew the air and charged directly at her.

STAAAABBB![/b]

Jezeble winced as she felt the blade enter. It cut through her tough skin, but so dense was her musculature that it didn’t go in as deep as a blade of that speed should have. The force was still enough to send the growling woman stagger back a single step.

She wasn’t used to staggering.

She regained her footing and straightened up, glaring across the expanse of empty space that separated her from the new playmate. A glance out of the corner of her showed her that she still had the knife embedded about part of the way into her shoulder. A sneer on her lips as he reached over, pulling the blade out with hardly a wince on her part, and she cracked her neck to the side before addressing the man.

“I don’t like killing mutants,”[/b] she muttered. Her arm shooting off to the side, she broke another window in a car door but proceeded to rip it off the vehicle with two hard tugs. Once it was ripped off she smirked at the man. “But I don’t see anything wrong with maiming!!”[/b] her voice screamed and was followed by maniacal laughter as she hurled the car door with all her might directly at the man. With her full strength behind it, she was fairly certain it could easily take his head off. But she hoped it wouldn’t; she was having fun.

As he watched a part of the blade enter the woman's skin, Psych smiled as his success. She looked tough, no doubt, but Psych just needed to get hit or get angry so he'd provide great competition.

Watching the red woman pull the knife out of her shoulder, he watched her face change from the pain he'd cause. He heard her say something, then watched her pull out a car door. S***'s going down. He quickly dropped the knives in his hand and waited for something, anything.

>> “But I don’t see anything wrong with maiming!!”

Psych was impressed at the might the big woman had. He also had a sense of happiness develop in him. Another one like us. Once she threw the car door towards him, he knew that tonight would be fun. The car door was coming fast towards him, however he never doubted his powers. He lifted his arms up, his palms open to stop the car door. He was concentrating, it was obvious, as the veins on his forehead became visible. Under his control, the car door came to a standstill in mid-air. Batter up! Turning his hand around constantly, the car door started spinning at a rapid speed, then using all of his concentration, Psych pushed the flying car door towards the woman, hoping for some pain. Once he released the car door from his control, he wiped his forehead from the developing sweat.

Jezebel paused. She had hurled that car door with all her might but it just seemed like it wasn’t enough. Before she knew it the item she had tossed had paused in mid-air. For a moment the red Amazon was completely confused. That was not how that was supposed to work!! In frustration she could feel her anger rise which caused her muscles to tense and her eyes to flicker an even brighter molten yellow. Fists clenched, she began to advance on him.

It only took a second or two for her realize what was really going on. The man had that knife float in the air and now he had paused a flying car door in mid-throw. Whatever ability this mutant possessed, it was obvious that he was strong with it.

That did not mean she didn’t notice the look of concentration on his face. He was focused, but he was strong.

She quickened her step as she sauntered towards him, fingers curling up her fists as she made ready to strike. But it didn’t help that she was noticing the car door now spinning, faster and faster. She saw it only a split second as the door was sent flying back at her!

The red Amazon only grinned.

She twisted her upper body and waited until the very last moment, when the door was close enough for her to practically feel it whipping the air in front of her face. Once it was close enough, the woman screamed and lashed out, striking the underside of the door and sent it hurdling off to the side, down one of the dark and dank alleys.

With a soft shake her head, her black hair waved briefly about her shoulders.

“You’re just a bag full of tricks, aren’t ya?”[/b] she grinned and cracked her knuckles. “What’re you fighting me for? I’m just teaching these pathetic humans a lesson,”[/b] she shrugged dismissively. “No need to run around and pretend to be a hero. Especially a hero for humans; it’s pretty sad.” [/b]

Psych watched the car door spin towards the red woman. With a woman her size and might, Psych doubted he'd have done any damage to her. And he was right. He watched her hit the car door into an alley and heard it crash noisily. You told her that she's making too much noise.

>>“No need to run around and pretend to be a hero. Especially a hero for humans; it’s pretty sad.”

Psych got angry, real angry. He enjoyed this moment, getting angry. "You think I'm doing this for them? I couldn't care less. You don't teach humans a lesson by destroying their cars. You teach them a lesson by destroying them." I'm up for a night of hearing people suffer. He smiled as he lifted the knives he had dropped, in case the woman wanted to keep going.

Jezebel stalked up to the man but paused the second that she was in front of him. Though she didn’t know too much about his abilities, she knew better than to get into a fight that she couldn’t very well win. She narrowed her fierce eyes upon him, accused him of standing up for humans, and held her ground in case he took a personal offense to that and attempted to continue their little exchange.

The look on his face was an obvious window into his real feelings on the subject.

>> "You think I'm doing this for them? I couldn't care less. You don't teach humans a lesson by destroying their cars. You teach them a lesson by destroying them."

She waited for a moment when she saw those knives lift up off the ground again. She was not sure if he wanted to attempt to go on the attack again but she was prepared for it. While his powers and the knives could be deadly, she was much closer and the man was within reach of one of her massive hands. There was not telling what his power could do to human flesh so she would spare no moment in crushing his little head.

Thankfully, the smirk on his face was disarming enough to stay her hand. The malicious intent in his eyes made her grin a little in response. Maybe he wasn’t so much of plaything…as a playmate. She grinned wide at the thought.

“I…have no problem destroying those disgusting cockroaches,”[/b] she responded with a satisfied smirk. The sounds of cheering and laughing nearby was enough to grab her attention. She looked past the man and to a Sport’s Club that was loud with human revelers enjoying their drunken party. “But there is no sense in just killing humans when all their stuff is left around, undamaged, for more of them to take claim. They’re little more than parasites.” [/b]Wickedly she nodded across the street to the bar. “You want to prove your sentimentalities against them? If you’re good…maybe I won’t snap your neck. Hehehahaahah!”[/b]

>> “You want to prove your sentimentalities against them? If you’re good…maybe I won’t snap your neck. Hehehahaahah!”

The woman, which was right in front of him, knew how to play her cards right. Anger-filled Psych turned his head towards the direction the red woman was looking, to a Sport's Club filled with normal people. Oh yes, please. Pulling his hoodie off his head, and looking at the woman, "I don't have to prove anything to you. I do it for fun." Psych moved the flying knives back into their holsters, and began walking towards the car which had lost its windshield from the big woman. Once in front of it, he smirked to himself. Let's try this out.

He put his two arms in front of him, palms opened towards the car. He concentrated directly at the car, and tensed as he attempted to lift up the car. He was trying, as the windows on the car shattered, however it wasn't lifting up. It's all on you. Let's impress this 'big, strong woman'. He began to see spots everywhere, white and blurry, which were invading his vision to see the car. No time, throw it. Putting everything he can into it, Psych felt the veins on his forehead and arm pump viciously as they were visible to the naked eye. The car slowly lifted up from the ground, till about half a metre. He was struggling, it was visible to anyone watching him, and he could not hold on to the car any longer. With all his mental strength, he threw the car towards the Sport's Club where all the normal people were enjoying themselves.

The car, which grew momentum as it was moving towards the Club in mid-air, went into the Club head-on, disrupting the music that was being played as well as collecting the people at the counter. Psych, who was under the effect of the many spots in his vision, struggled to see what was in front of him. Knowing and feeling the presence of the big woman, he walked towards her and smiled, "Your turn, missy." This is good, Psych. Lift a car today, throw a building tomorrow.

>> "I don't have to prove anything to you. I do it for fun."

She grinned. This was definitely a man after her own heart. Though he had a bit of arrogance about him, and his abilities, Jezebel had to admit he was just a tad bit impressive. The way he floated those knives, as well as stopped that car door she hurled at him was enough to catch her attention. Now she was only wondering what he could do next.

He moved over to a car, the same one that she had demolished. She watched in fascination as he held his palms out and slowly the vehicle began to twitch and hover into the air. It was slow going and obviously strained the mutant. Any other time Jezebel probably would have mocked him for his lack of control or mental strength, but she secretly found herself rooting the man on. Not because she really gave a damn about him, but more because she wanted to see what mayhem he could create.

Having a playmate who could create mayhem was always a plus.

The car moved, lifting into the air, and was suddenly hurled with an invisible force at the busy Sports Bar. The revelries within were ceased as the screams of people drowned out any and all happy music that had initially been going on. Parts of the building crumbled and people began to run out in droves, panic stricken and looking for salvation out in the dark world.

They wouldn’t get any from her.

>> "Your turn, missy."

She grinned.

“Not bad. Though, I do remember you saying that we don’t teach lessons with property damage,”[/b] she smirked as she reached out and grabbed one of the parking meters that lined the sidewalk. Humans and their need to collect money for the simplest task. Holding it tight, the woman growled and she ripped it free from the ground. Carefully she patted it, like a baseball bat, as she sauntered up to the panic droves. Without a second though, she began to swing.

CRACK!!

CRUSH!!!!

FWHAP!!!

Her laughter filled the air as the demented woman swung with all her might and second people crumpling to the ground or flying through the air. Jezebel really was having way too much fun. Even those that had begun to gather to advance on her didn’t bother the red Amazon. She was looking forward to a good fight.

The spots covering most of his vision, Psych struggled deeply to see what was going on. He could clearly hear the people running away and screaming constantly. We better have got someone.

>> “Not bad. Though, I do remember you saying that we don’t teach lessons with property damage,”

He grinned, the attitude of the woman got him on his nerves but it was something he enjoyed. He felt the woman move away from him, heard her rip something from the ground. This lady is good. Just like you. Turning his head towards where he predicted the woman would be, Psych felt the air being sliced by the weapon in the woman's hand.

CRACK!!

CRUSH!!!!

FWHAP!!!

He heard the weapon connecting against the people as they ran away. He felt one of the affected people fall right beside him, and then heard a man screaming as he flew after being hit by the red woman. She's really strong, she could be a good friend. As his vision was blurred by the spots, he struggled to visualise what was in front of him, or around him. He thought what he could do regardless of his vision, so he unholstered his knives and looked at them rest on his palm. With a thought, the knives lifted off his palm and slowly moved around in the air. Listening to the screams and the running of the people, he estimated the rest of their path and threw his knives swiftly towards it.

ARGHH!!

That was all he had to hear, as he pulled his knives out of the man he had hit, and dropped them back onto his hand. I don't think you could do that again. He holstered his knives, the spots still blurring his vision. He took a few steps back and rested his body against the walls of a building, and tried to watch the big woman do her thing.

Jezebel was in her element. She lashed out, struck, and batted away humans as if they were nothing. A few tried to get smart and circle around her or attempt to run down the opposite end of the street. But Jezebel was much too smart for that. It was a simple enough matter to pick up a fearful bystander and send them hurtling across the gap of street. There was nothing more satisfying then watching a pair of humans collide and collapse with a sickening crunch. It made the smile on her face widen oh so much more.

Spinning the bloodied parking meter around in her hands like a baton, the woman cackled as she stepped up to a trio of men who brandished pool cues and broken bottles. They were so cute when they tried to defend themselves.

“What the hell is that?!”

“A mutie! What do you think!”

“Gawd, here she comes!!”

“NO! NOOO!!!”

Jezebel silenced when quickly enough with a well placed swipe of her weapon. The trio collapsed with a disgusting sound that reminded the red Amazon of an empty pail being struck with a wrench. She was sure that whatever was vital within was probably nothing more than mush now. The thought made her giggle.

ARGHH!![/b]

She turned fast and saw that her newfound “friend” had managed to take one of the escapees down with his knife. He was definitely good to have in a fight. As a matter of fact, she was eager to see what else he could do. That was why, after the last of the surviving bar goers began to flee, that she said nothing with a pair of particularly mean looking bikers began to advance on the man from behind.

Instead, Jezebel kept quiet as she grabbed one last survivor by the neck and squeezed, watching the man with anticipation.

The sound of people's screaming deafened one of Psych's ears. His left eye began to heal from the spots blurring his vision, however his right eye was temporarily blinded. He looked at the woman, who seemed to be watching him, however the steps he heard behind him suggested otherwise. I guess it's our turn. Turning to see the bikers advance towards him, Psych knew he had no time for child play. He looked back at the big woman and winked with his blind eye, "This is going to be fun."

He un-holstered three knives and lifted him up in a beat. Concentrating on the bikers, he swiftly pushed the three knives towards the one with a broken bottle in his hand. He watched the knives fly and pierce straight into the bikers chest. There was no noise from the kill, just the sound of the corpse hitting the floor. The biker with the revolver unholstered from his hip was shocked to see his friend lying dead on the floor. To make things worse for him, Psych controlled the knives to be delicately pulled out of the dead man's chest, and repeatedly pierced it. You are one sick, sick puppy.

NOOOO!!!

Psych stopped as he heard the man scream at the top of his lungs. He left the knives from out of his control as he saw the biker lift up his revolver and take his aim. Small spots were developing again in his eye, but he made no thought of it, as matters were getting interesting for him.

BANG!!

But no bullet. The biker was watching Psych, expecting him to fall from the shot, however nothing. There was a rattling noise coming from the muzzle which concerned the biker. Putting the safety on, he turned the gun around in order to see what was in it. As he did so, Psych let the bullet out of his control, which pierced the forehead of the biker and ended his life with a dull thud to the ground. Hahahaha.

Jezebel leaned back against one of the parked cars, still squeezing the throat of the man that she held fast in her hand. The survivor struggled, flailed, and did everything possible in his attempt to free himself from the iron-like grip, but it was quickly becoming apparent that he was not going to get free unless Jezebel wanted it to be so.

Lips twisted into a malicious smile, she squeezed just enough to break something vital enough to keep the man from moving. Shallow breathes fell from his gapping mouth as the red Amazon casually lifted him up and started to pet his balding head. Though he squeaked and groaned pathetically in protest, unable to move any limb of his body, Jezebel didn’t stop. She just scrunched up her nose cutely and continued to pet the man’s head as if he were nothing more than a sad excuse for a lap dog.

“Sshhhh,” she admonished her plaything. “I wanna see this part of the show.”[/b]

She grinned wide as the men advanced on the mental interloper. They were close enough that Jezebel almost felt like wanted to shout out a warning to her new friend, but why should she? This was his test. Even if he didn’t want to prove himself, it was obvious that he was taking care to attempt to impress her. Jezebel had to admit that she was doing the same. She rarely met people that could keep up to her and those who did, well, they were always fun to keep around.

So, in silence she remained as she waited for him to move. And when he did, boy, she could not drop the smile from her face.

He moved with an elegance that she truly enjoyed. The way he manipulated the knives, striking without striking, letting the knives and his enemies do all the work for him. It was such a beautiful sight that Jezebel felt her spirit lighten.

BANG!!

The Amazon blinked and grinned. Now that was some impressive manipulation. Straightening up and pushing herself off the car, Jezebel smirked wide and casually tossed her paralyzed pet aside. Softly she clapped her hands, in applause and nodded her head.

“Not bad. Not. Bad. At. All.”[/b] she beamed. “Maybe you do know what you are doing,”[/b] she cackled as she looked down to him.

It was always so much fun making a new friend.