Where you can rent by the week or by the month, as long as you pay cash up front.

Mirage stood on top of the building, near the edge that looked down to the street below.  She used her illusion powers to make herself invisible as she scanned the block.

Her enemy was out there somewhere and all she needed to do was find him.

  She got a faint 'trace', like brushing across a slug's slime-trail, that was a somehow crawlingly familiar 'evil'.  THAT evil . . . .and it was down the block, from that seedy little building that had to have once been a business, but was now seemingly only a doss house.

It may have had something to do with the new abilities that Mirage seemed to have picked up but she could feel a faint trace of evil coming from down the block.

She quickly made her way towards the source that she'd felt, moving silently over the rooftops.  She alighted onto a rooftop across from the building that was the source of the evil feeling.  Mirage had thought to spend a few minutes scoping the place out, but the feeling of evil was too strong and left such a foul 'taste' that she grew impatient and immediately leapt from the buildings rooftop to slip into the doss building through a window.

  She ended up in a hallway, upstairs, where it had been crudely converted from an open style loft to small rooms that couldn't hold more than a cot and MAYBE a dresser or chest.  People didn't live in places like this, they merely existed, waiting to go somewhere else.  She could feel her 'target' moving, heading down the stairs and into a crowd of people downstairs for something.

Mirage hurried down the stairs, following that faint trail left by her prey.  She didn't want to lose him in a crowd of people.

  There were two dozen men in a room with two tables of buffet style, cheap, thin stew, the meat of some undetermined (and probably best left that way) type.  And then the fellow at the far end of the table turned, and that face!!  THERE he was.

Mirage stood where she was for a long moment, her attention focussed entirely on the man at the end of the table.  That face.  It was him.  The man that had ruined her life, that had ruined her sisters life.  He was right in front of her.

Mirage could have played to character, calmly walk up to him, use her womanly charms to lull him into a false sense of security.  There were so many subtle ways that she could play this, but she was too angry and not thinking very logically.  All she wanted was her hands around her enemies throat.  Her fists balled up at her side and she trembled with a fury that she'd not felt in some time, not since she trashed the Legacy's computer room.

Snarling like a woman possessed, Mirage leapt through the room at the man.

  He let out a startled yell as Mirage tackled him, and went down backwards as she tackled him, whaling away.  He sputtered and tried (without a ton of success) to capture and restrain her fists.

  The rest of the occupants of the room scattered like a covey of quail.

Mirage pounded away at him like a mythical Fury.  She wasn't that far removed from one at the moment.  This was the man that had been the source of so much pain and unhappiness in her life and she wasn't going to simply let him continue on his merry way through life without a little payback.  Make that a lot of payback.

"Where is the girl that you hurt you sick freak!  WHERE IS SHE!  Tell me or you'll never eat solid food ever again!"

  The way she was whaling on him, he might not eat solid food for a good eight weeks anyway.  He was still sputtering, trying to restrain her fists, and still not having any luck at it.  He was also beginning to try and back off, away enough to get to his feet, if she gave him a chance.

Mirage was not getting the answers that she wanted so it was time to try something else.  With a snarl, she grabbed her prey and they both were swept up in a burst of smoke that swept across the room.  Mirage slammed the man against the and drove a psionic knife into the mans hands, pinning them above his head.

"Hurts doesn't it?" she hissed, forming another crimson coloured blade just inches from one of the mans eyes.  "I can cause far more and I will thoroughly enjoy taking you apart, ligament by ligament until you tell me where that girl is.  Truthfully, I hope that you don't tell me."

  He finally managed to ask her "What girl are you talking about?"  He wasn't a really happy camper, with his hands pinned, and this crazy lady threatening his eyes, but he was trying to keep her from berserking on him.

Mirage slapped him.

"The girl whose finger you cut off and sent to me.  Pay attention."

  He shook his head, and said "Oh.  THAT girl.  She's dead.  Check the dump for bodies.  I tossed the leftovers in the dumpster."  Such a casual disregard for life!!

Mirages eyes narrowed as her hand gripped her blade tightly.  She was furious.  The way that this man had answered, with such a callous disregard for the life of his victim just set her blood boiling.  This man had hurt her, her sister and who knew just how many other women.  He had ruined lives.  He had ruined her life, injured her in a way that made her feel less of a woman, less of a person.  Violated.  Hurt.  Damaged beyond repair.  This was the man that had screwed her up so much, ripped her out of her normal life and thrust her into a world of darkness, violence and evil.

She took her blade and drove it deep into the mans groin.  Since he'd made her half of a woman, it was only fair that she do the same to him.  His screams almost brought a smile to her face.

There was a line that Mirage refused to cross that no one knew about for she did not advertise it.  Mirage did not kill.  The weapons that her mind forged felt like the real thing but the effects were only temporary.  She had nearly had her life taken from her, that most precious of gifts, and because of that, she had vowed never to take a life.  It was a vow that she had kept.

It was a vow that tonight she was going to break.

Mirages eyes burned with murderous desire as she grabbed her victim by the throat and formed another long knife in her hand.  Her knives were normally a crimson colour, her chosen colour, but the blade that she held now was black.  A pure dull black, like solid shadow ground to a sharp point.

This man in her grasp was not a man.  He was an insect, something to be crushed under foot.  He was a cancer.  Mirage couldn't let him go, she couldn't simply turn him over to the police.  He would get out again and kill more women.  He would find some way to hurt her again.

She had to end him.

Without saying another word, though the furious look she gave him would give the devil pause, Mirage plunged her blackened knife into the mans chest, aiming for his heart.  She would continue to form black stiletto daggers and bury them into him until the man was dead.

  He screamed, the kind of bloody-murder screaming that set everyone else in the building running for cover.  Struggling to get away, as she did her best to kill him.

{{Auntie 'Lena!!  Are you OK?  You feel so dark . . . so hurt . . . why?}}

"Helena...Helena, something doesn't feel right..are you ok? Talk to me please.."

Mirage didn't answer Dragon Fist nor Diantha.  She vaguely heard them but she was just too furious to even recognize their voices.  All they would get back was a feeling of white hot rage.

Breathing heavily, Mirage stepped back from the man that she'd been driving her long black knives into.  He still hung up against the wall, his entire torso was one large red spot for Mirage had lost count of how many times she'd stabbed him.  It didn't matter.  All she knew was that the man who had caused her and her sister so much grief was dead.


She snarled a curse at the man as she dispelled the black daggers that she was holding in her hands.  It took her several minutes of glaring at the body before she could even begin to calm down.  It was over.  She'd had her revenge on her tormentor.  It didn't feel as good as she thought it would but it was still very satisfying.  This man would never harm another woman again.

Mirage flipped open her cell phone and placed a call to the SCU, telling them about the dead and most likely dismembered womans body in the dump.

Mirage took one last moment to glare at her victim before she vanished in a puff of black smoke.

>>> To the Rooftops
This message was last edited by the player at 04:07, Mon 13 Dec 2010.