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 It All Comes Around Someday, tag :: Young Avengers
Quidam
 Posted: May 23 2017, 12:07 PM
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Step one was complete, the distraction was set and dying if not dead. They'd find him eventually. Now for step two; finding her while she was alone wouldn't be easy, but everything would come together with a little bit of patience, something he was finding himself in more and more abundance of as time grew. Sneaking back down into the warehouse after he dangled that impostor over the side didn't take any effort at all, then all he needed to do was locate her and wait for his golden opportunity.

Or make it himself.

He'd had a vague hope that once his doppelganger was dead that he would be able to return home, but of course it wasn't that simple. Getting rid of all of them, all of the ties that held him here might. But there was nothing back at home he wanted... Still, getting rid of them would also alleviate any witnesses that knew about his awakening. And it would just make him feel better. This clarity that had overtaken his mind made everything so much simpler to understand. After everything that had been revealed to him during his stint in prison everything had been made so clear. Everything, this whole world was a lie. It looked like his world, felt like it, but he didn't belong, didn't fit. He'd been sent to the wrong place, that was why everything had been going wrong since he'd gotten here.

It wasn't real.

So why should he bother trying to keep up appearances anymore? How much had he suffered at the hands of these... figments?

All those wasted hours trying to save them from the future that he knew was coming. The devastation. The heartache. The death. No wonder it all seemed to pointless? Like no matter how hard he tried it was all for nothing. Just thinking about it tightened his jaw into half a snarl and half a smile. He'd just been wasting his time, his energy. When they sent him back, he got sent back wrong. No. He wasn't wrong, the place he'd been sent to was. So there needed to be a change now in plans, a shift of focus. Instead of trying to 'fix' things by manipulating choices or actions, he was just going to start removing the problem. Who cared what happened here? It wouldn't effect the rest of the universe, it wouldn't effect the home he could no longer get back to. Instead of saving he was really here to erase the lies. Lies that wore masks that made them look like his friends and heroes.

These young heroes were so easy to manipulate. They wore their hearts, their heroism on their sleeves and exploiting it for his own gain? Like a cake-walk; he'd been doing it for a while now, the further into this clarity he slipped, the more often he would put little pieces of his plan in place. None of them knew each other very well, so it was a very simple thing to explain away any small idiosyncrasies that might cause him to be found out.

While his bait was moving around inside the warehouse now; she apparently hadn't received any word from what was going on outside. He'd shifted his form so that he could skitter along the ceiling of the building. Keeping right on top of her so she could only see him if she looked straight up, ducking and hiding behind old pipes or exhausts that hung from the ceiling when given the opportunity. He hadn't decided what he was going to do with them all yet, but he'd found Kate first and that meant that she was going to be next. It was really down to the luck of the draw. As long as they all ended up dead.. that was the important thing. What order or how... that would all play out however it did. Settling in behind what might have been a heating duct, Teddy worked out a loose screw pretty easily with his fingers, getting ready to pounce. Cocking his arm back, Teddy threw it like you might skip a rock over a pond, letting it land on the other side of the room as a hopeful distraction for the young archer.

Almost time...

Everyone was accounted for. Everyone was where they needed to be. Billy was outside, unwrapping the little gift that Teddy (the REAL Teddy, right?) had left for him. And the archer… Kate was his now. Oh, she had put up a fight. The rock he had thrown had been enough to alert her to a problem in the warehouse. He should have known that it would only put her on edge, not make her casually curious. When he dropped from the ceiling, he had intended to do so quietly. Sleeper hold. Gently lower her to the ground. She had sensed him coming, though, her archer senses on high alert. There had been a scuffle, and she had even pulled a dagger on him from some hidden pocket he had not seen. That was when he knew he needed to end it quickly. Cold clock to the face, making sure to shift his fist to hard, large, unforgiving muscle as it went. He knew he broke something in her face from the way she went down. As he looked down a the form of Kate Bishop, he grinned his victory to himself.
He had wanted this to be easy. Had wanted. Now, he wanted to make her pay.

So while she was unconscious, he took her to some secluded part of this warehouse that was just too big for their little group, as far away from where Billy was probably with the other Teddy, and tied her up. He would have preferred a chair, but even he had to admit how little time he had. A support column in the loading dock would do. He tied with her with wrists together, he chest and cheeks facing the pillar. Her face was almost unrecognizable under the blood and the swelling from the punch he had laid on her, if only that he had seen Kate Bishop with a face as equally blood and bruised many times before. Not this Kate, though. She was not his Kate. She was an illusion, and he would make every one of them suffer for it.

Maybe it was not the smartest tying her up with her hands forward, even if they were tied at the awkward angle of wrists in, the back of the hands together, hyper extending the arms inward. He needed her to see what came next, though, and he needed her to see now. He tapped her face, not lightly, while whispering to her. She flinched, and he did it again, until her eyes were open. He watched her try to focus, and greeted her with the most saccharine, emotionless smile of his life. Was she awake? Good! He needed to be sure she was paying attention.

All of them were liars, but they were just enough like his real friends that he knew what would be devastating to each and every one of them. Well, almost every one of them. He did not know Tommy from a hole in the wall, but something told him if he beat the speedster into the ground, it would send the right message. Billy had to lose Teddy. Two bird. One stone. And Kate was as good as her hands and her eyes. The bash to her face had swelled one eye shut, so there was only one thing left to do. He wished, he told her, that he could say this would hurt him as much as it hurt her, that smile still painted on his face, as he twisted her right hand around. It was simple, his strength so much more than hers. He turned the hand as easily as he was opening a jar, squeezing with conviction as he went. By the time he was ton, her wrists still tied together, her right hand was facing the back of her left.

Oh yes… this would do...

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 Posted: May 23 2017, 12:12 PM
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OOC NOTE: This is a thread made to retcon the previous storyline where Teddy Altman was a player character. This plot is a continuation of one that the previous player already had in motion, and this is one of the possible conclusions that story could have come to. At this point, staff is using it as a way to write out Teddy until another player can come along and play him. The action performed against Kate Bishop in this scene were done with the player’s permission, and describe here so that the scene might start without much exposition. Billy has already performed his actions in a previous scene: http://losthorizons.b1.jcink.com/index.php?showtopic=1404 and will be entering this one for all further actions. Play away!

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 Posted: Jun 6 2017, 09:13 PM
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Tommy was hungry. No, not hungry, starving. That was his first thought upon waking up from his nap. Teddy had promised to go out and get food what seemed like hours ago, and after fifteen minutes of waiting, the white-haired boy decided it was taking too long. He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be doing; he pretty much just went wherever Kate and Billy told him to, considering the only other option was boredom. But then again, pacing around the warehouse with nothing to do also qualified as boredom. He couldn't really leave, being an escaped convict and all, so Tommy did the one thing that always passed time the quickest; he slept.

He had found a place in the back corner of their not-so-cozy warehouse hideout amongst a bunch of crates and awkwardly maneuvered himself until he molded into some semblance of a comfortable position. Luckily sleep came quick and Tommy had passed right out. But a sound in the distance had woken him up and he couldn't help but hope that sound was Teddy coming back with food. The downside of the speedster's powers was the enhanced metabolism that came along with it. Brushing his fingers through his white mess of hair, Tommy pushed himself to standing position to see what the others were up to.

Except there were no others. Earlier he had seen Billy go outside with some chalk and Tommy did not care enough to know what he weirdo brother was doing with that..... But Kate had been inside, likely being the only productive one of the group. But now there was no sign of her. "Kate?" He called as he walked, head shifting from left to right as if she had suddenly decided to hide out behind some crates or shelving. Maybe she had decided to nap like he had. If that was the case, she could have just napped with him. "Yo, Kate!" Tommy called out a bit louder, hoping to wake her. But as he crossed the spacious warehouse, there was neither sight nor sound of the dark-haired girl.

Billy had gone outside, so the speedster decided to try there next. He hadn't gotten very far out the door before he was greeted with a gruesome scene before him. For a moment, Tommy was shocked still; mouth hanging open in disbelief as he stared at Billy; covered in blood, entertained with Teddy, also covered in blood on the ground. A second later and Tommy suddenly appeared by the boys’ side, crouching down beside them. "What the hell happened?!" he asked hastily, eyes darting from Billy to Teddy and back to Billy. "Are you okay?! Is he okay?!" Billy looked far more okay than the other, although panic-stricken and still covered in blood. Tommy stared desperately at his twin; he was new to this hero business and he had no fucking clue what to do in this sort of situation, really hoping Billy might.

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 Posted: Jun 27 2017, 12:35 PM
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He was alive… He was alive and that was all that Billy could ask for. It was all that Billy had asked for. Cradling Teddy’s head on his lap, he knew that this wasn’t over. It took seconds for Teddy to slip into unconsciousness, his breathing barely noticeable. The bleeding at stopped, for the most part, but Billy didn’t dare to try and heal any more than that. The last time he had, he had only made things more painful for Kate, and with Teddy in this kind of state, his body probably would not be able to handle the show of his bones and organs being forcibly mended inside him.

He more sensed than saw Teddy fall into unconsciousness, and Billy resisted the urge to shake him awake. He had heard that the whole “sleeping with a concussion leads to a coma” thing was not really true, and that injured people needed to rest, but it was not a coma that he was worried about. He reached a hand to get a feel for Teddy’s (not his Teddy, a Teddy…) pulse while the other one cradled his head. He should be dismissive about the wellbeing of this young man. They had technically only met a few nights ago… The night that the city fell into chaos when Avengers Tower was lit on fire. They had a talk about dimensions, and parallel worlds, and string theory, and Billy understood and hated it. Lying here, though… he looked just like him… SO he brought him back to the warehouse, and introduced him to Kate and Tommy, as strange as that must have made them feel…

They were exposed. Billy could feel the openness of the world at his back. Thankfully, the warehouse they had was far enough away from any main drags that they were somewhat private, but that would not last very much longer. People were usually walking by once every 15 or 20 minutes, on their way to one part of the docks or the yard. To Billy, it felt like they had been out there for an eternity, but the point still stood. His luck would not hold out for much longer.

The only reason why he even caught Tommy’s approach was because he was so paranoid about being found. Seeing his twin be the one who spotted them, and not some stranger who would call the cops, was a relief, even if it did little to clear the desperation from his mind. Then Tommy had to go and answer the important questions. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see just how much blood there was, but he forced himself to keep on focusing on Tommy. It meant confronting the reality, though, and Billy replied with a voice shakier than he intended. “I don’t know…”

He blinked a few times, trying to work it out. It wasn’t like Teddy tripped and accidentally lambasted himself all over the side of the building. Someone did it, and then tied him up where he could sit in the winter sun for someone to find. That someone that ended up being Billy… “He was tied… up there…” He looked with his eyes, too afraid to take his hands off Teddy’s pulse to point. “I got him down but he’s… he’s not good…” They couldn’t stay here much longer, but they also couldn’t leave him. “Can you help me? Get him inside?”

He stood up and started to lift Teddy up. He was not a strong guy by any means, and Teddy was far from small. Still, he slung one arm over his shoulder, and waited to see if his twin, the brother he only just met, could help him. Looking at Tommy, though, also sent another thought racing through his head. His brother was here, and safe, but… someone had done this to Teddy… someone who was probably not far.

“Where’s Kate?”

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 Posted: Aug 7 2017, 10:39 PM
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If Tommy had expected some sort of reassuring words from his brother, he was quickly let down. The first phrase Billy so shakingly uttered only made the knot in Tommy's stomach tighten with unease. Whatever had happened was most definitely not good. Like possible-murder type of not good. The seventeen year-old boy had no clue how to deal with a situation like this. Normally if he had just come upon a bloody body with the type of track record he had, Tommy would have quickly bolted it out of there. But he couldn't leave Billy behind to deal with this... Plus that was his almost-sort-of boyfriend (the whole thing confused Tommy) lying in his arms; he knew Billy wouldn't just leave him. Swallowing back the lump that had formed in his throat, Tommy gathered up the nerve to ask the question he wasn't sure he wanted an answer to; "Is he... is he dead?"

When Billy mentioned that Teddy had been tied up, the speedster glanced up to see the dangling rope above. The sinking feeling in his stomach only got heavier with the sudden realization that someone had done this to Teddy. On purpose. And if he was left alive to hang like bait- or a warning- then it was meant for someone to see. Maybe them. "Shit," Tommy breathed, running a hand through his already messy white hair.

As his twin asked him for help, Tommy- for once- didn't give him a hard time or even talk back. He simply nodded. "Yea, good call." Two kids hanging around a bloody body, one recently broken out of jail, the other having done the breaking.... Not an ideal situation to get caught in. Walking to the other side of the blonde, Tommy carefully ducked under the boy's arm, pulling it around his shoulder and helping his brother lift him off the ground. "Jesus, he's heavy," he grunted. It was an awkward sight, considering they were both shorter than Teddy, but they still managed to carry him inside. "Should we.... call an ambulance or something?" he asked, still unsure what they were supposed to do in this situation. Could Billy fix him? Like he fixed Kate? Did they want to risk bringing him to the authorities?

When Billy asked about Kate, Tommy automatically scanned the large warehouse floor. "I haven't seen her.... I passed out and then heard something and went to look for her but there was nada. Then I came to look for you and found... this." It was clear he was talking about Teddy, despite not wanting to mention it. The faint uneasiness Tommy had earlier was beginning to grow into dread that maybe something happens to Kate. Maybe whatever happens to Teddy was happening to her.... Which meant they needed to find her fast.

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 Posted: Aug 14 2017, 09:24 AM
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Billy hated it, but he found himself saying “I don’t know” again. He didn’t know if Teddy was dead or if he was going to die. He had wanted the bleeding to stop, so it had, but he hadn’t willed for anything outside of that. He was too afraid to. It was not his magic that worried him, it was his emotions. When it came to Teddy, Billy did not have his head on straight. He knew the Teddy in his arms right now was this reality’s (the “real”) Teddy, but it was not his Teddy. Willing something like “I don’t want him to die” could have some nasty effects on number of things. Plus, life and death were things he was not sure he should be playing around with…

Tommy helped him get Teddy up. Tommy was right, the other young man was heavy. Even with the two of them working together, it took time to get him inside and away from spying eyes. With every step, he could feel Teddy getting heavier, his body going more slack as he lost more strength. They pressed on, though, Tommy just helped, without the need for questions or a quip, showing him that when it really mattered, when there was a life on the line, he would pull through… that Billy really could rely on him. He could thank him later…

They laid Teddy out on the floor just inside the door, not being able to go much further than that. Then another question came, and Billy… Billy still didn’t know. This time, though, he thought about it. Logically. “If.. we call an ambulance, then we are asking people to come out here. That might not be a good idea.” Billy didn’t know it, but he was thinking the same exact thing Tommy was: Teddy didn’t trip and fall into this state. Someone hurt him, tied him up, and left him to die. Billy definitively shook his head. “No. We can’t right now. Whoever did this to… Teddy… is still out there. If Teddy couldn’t defend himself, the Average Joe or Jane paramedic might end up worse off.”

Which meant they had to take care of this themselves… “Kate is here somewhere… I think…” I hope… “But I don’t know if Teddy should be left alone.” His hands were shaking as he knelt down to feel for a pulse. This was hard… he had been in reaction mode the past few minutes, but this was getting harder. The more he looked at Teddy, the harder it was becoming to blur the lines between him and the other Teddy. He was trying to be rational, but…

There was a pulse. It was thready and weak. Maybe he hadn’t stopped the bleeding in time and he had already lost too much. He was in trouble… but maybe Kate was, too. Which was the better option? Splitting up so that Billy could stay with Teddy, and Tommy could look for Kate? Or staying together, watching each other’s backs, but leaving Teddy to fend for himself. Both options made his heart go heavy. He felt like no matter which choice he made, it was going to be the wrong one.

“Kate…. Can’t be far….” he said, trying to remove doubt from his voice, trying to be reassuring. No one in their little group had ever affirmed themselves as the leader, but if Billy had to choose someone among them, he would say it was Kate. She was the one with the tactical mind, and the one with the sure heart. When decisions needed to be made in battle, she was the one looking five steps ahead, and thinking about the group as a whole. Maybe Billy needed to think like Kate for a moment.

“How quickly can you check the entire building?” he asked, looking up at Tommy, still kneeling beside Teddy. “Look for Kate, and look for whoever could have done this, but also look for anything out of the ordinary. And look for traps! I feel like whoever did this, knows us… somehow…” The way Teddy was cut up… the fact that they were being attacked at their own headquarters… that someone was giving them the slip so far… it felt personal.

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"Yea...." Tommy gave a faint nod, his own voice sounding a million miles away. "Yea, you're right." Whoever did this to Teddy could do much worse to humans without any super strength. They were superheroes goddamnit, they were supposed to be able to fix things like this! To prevent bad shit from happening and to stop bad guys! So how come they couldn't even do something as simple as save their friend? "Can you fix him?" he finally asked his brother, voice heavy with hesitant curiosity. He figured that if Billy could fix his boyfriend or whatever, then he would have by now.... But maybe he just didn't try hard enough? Tommy hoped that was the case, because he was already out of ideas. "So what do we do with him?" he asked, looking down at the body.

"Of course she's somewhere, everyone's somewhere." The question was where was she. She was the responsible one, sort of, she wouldn't just wander off for long without telling them. Tommy silently watched as Billy checked to make sure Teddy was alive, not realizing he was holding his breath the whole time. By the expression on the dark-haired boy’s face, the kid wasn’t dead. Yet. It didn’t look too good for him though. How the hell were they supposed to fix him if they couldn’t take him to a hospital? He just hoped Billy knew more about first aid than he looked like he did.

“It’s me,” Tommy said, a little offended that Billy had to even ask how quickly he had to do anything. “Like five seconds.” In fact, he was ready to run off right then but Billy was going on and on with a to-do list. “Obviously,” he said, rolling his eyes to the information Billy was providing that he already knew. He wasn’t an idiot. “I’ll do all of that important stuff, you… you make sure he doesn’t die.” There was a bit of sympathy in the boy’s green eyes as he looked down at the two of them. For a moment, Tommy just stood there, as if he was going to say something else, but then just nodded and sped off.

Tommy checked every crevice and dark corner he could find; darting from one location to another. He wasn’t exactly as careful about traps as Billy probably would have liked, but it wasn’t like he saw anything suspicious either. He was having zero luck and Tommy was about to give up completely on his search until he came to the last section he hadn’t searched yet. It was pretty much on the opposite side of this maze of a warehouse, but it was exactly there that Tommy found what he was looking for. Unfortunately.

Skidding to a halt about twenty feet away from the two figures, Tommy’s eyes widened in horror. “Kate!” Had he not known exactly what she had been wearing earlier and recognized her hair, he might not have even realized it was her with her face covered in that much blood… Anger replaced shock as his green eyes landed on the other figure. Teddy. Or Evil-Teddy, or whoever he was. “What the hell did you do to her?” he asked through gritted teeth. “You’re the one who did that to the other Teddy, aren’t you?” Why the hell would anyone want to do something like that to their own self?

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Everything hurt…

There had never been a moment in her life when she was in this much pain. Consciousness was a fickle mistress she had been flirting with for hours, days? It was endless in this agony. The back of her head was throbbing at the base of her skull, exhausting and crippling in it’s intensity. But it was her face that burned like endless fire. It was like her skull was so much broken glass, held together only by the nigh skin ripping intensive swelling. The few times she tried to open her eyes, the left refused to behave and the right was almost to heavy a lid to part. The blood that coated her face was dry and coagulated in a thick mask of macabre horror.

Heartbeat to heartbeat she couldn’t tell if she wanted to live through the hell or blissfully die and be free of the torment.

It was maddening the face that met her in her anguish made no sense, but the evil and callousness in that evil smile told her all she needed to know. She supposed she deserved this, for failing him. And when she tried to choke out as much past the collapsed trachea that he must have dragged her by his only answer was cruelty. The scream she let out when he broke her wrist was mangled and discordant banshee hell. Tears streaked through the gore on her face as she choked on her cries. If it was weakness, so be it; a part of her mind wouldn’t and couldn’t scorch the memory of her wrist rending completely around from her mind. The glass and debris stuck into her flesh at odd angles along her exposed skin didn’t even register through the rest of her misery; everything was a different chord in the sadistic symphony he crafted with a skill born of cruelty.

”…Teddy… please… I’m sorry…”

Shaking from blood loss, a sound echoed in her head. One not born of hatred that brought her to this hellscape but one that promised salvation. If she could just lift her head… If she could just open her eye… If she could just summon a sign of life… ”…Tommy?” she croaked out, hating every moment of feeling so pathetically weak. Wasn’t she supposed to be better than this? Didn’t she promise herself she would never be here again? Memories lanced through her mind, their barbs and trauma slicing into her as badly as the friend she had failed. ”…get out of here before he hurts you.” The idea of Tommy getting hurt helped Kate That's right.. I'm Kate... my name is Kate... remember herself enough to lift her head despite the heaviness and effort. She needed to help. She needed him to be okay. She needed to make sure she didn't fail anyone else ever again.

Just because she deserved this pain that didn't mean someone else had to suffer for it. Least of all, Tommy. Did that mean Billy was nearby? They needed to run. They needed to leave her. Her Team needed to be safe... Just let her go and save themselves. It's better this way.





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 Posted: Jan 8 2018, 02:34 PM
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“Oh, Kate...” he said in the silence to her apology. “I know you are... but trust me, this? This is really helping me work things out.”

There was a kind of therapy in literally tearing away a part of his twisted past. Every cut and break was him tearing down this false reality. It was like he was becoming who he truly was every time he broke a part of their bodies away. The blood was almost baptismal, and the sound of breaks and slices was a hymn. Teddy wanted to go home, and he was more than certain that this way the way. They had told him this was the way. A pair of red eyes in a gray face. The only one who had ever told him the truth. Not like these monsters. They had made him care about them, even fall in love, all for the sake of leashing him to a lie. They cared about him so little that they had gone out and found a replacement. That was why they needed to pay. That was why the child with his face needed to die. They had played with him like a toy. It was time to break them like toys in return.

He had taken his time with Kate because he knew they would come for her eventually. And come they did. He entered the room quickly, this new member that they had gained when they had lost Teddy himself. He was Just. So. Happy. to see that he had been accepted as a loving member. “So, I see you are familiar with each other. That didn't take long.” Teddy turned to look at the young man. Speed. And that was his power. It should be easy enough for him to defend against. He rolled his shoulders, and his power shifted his muscles and skin. Before, he had been using superhuman strength to break Kate, for certain. Now, though, the battle would begin, and he would turn the dial up to 11 for this one. “The white haired knight.” If he found delight in the mockery, his voice or face did not give it away.

No apology that Kate could make would be worth the lies that he had been living. But he had broken her enough. He didn't want to overplay with his toy and break it too soon. Anymore, and he might be looking at some massive bleeding. More damage than her body could rightfully take. He turned his back to her, wanting to take in the full sight of Tommy. Behind him was a masterpiece, and in front of him was a new canvas, waiting to be developed. “What can I say?” he said, and his tone was almost carefree and matter of fact. “I had a lot of aggression to work out. It kept me clearheaded for the real play time.” He nudged his head toward Kate behind him. He was baiting Tommy, and while he knew almost nothing about the speedster, he was hoping he was going to force his hand into making a mistake.

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