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Merry Christmas from The Hoods


(This is just a fun little story. No, the Hoods did not kidnap your character. No, we aren't starting any wars. This is supposed be a fun story that puts you, the reader, into the thick of it. So sit back, relax, and join the Hoods in a holiday toast!

HOODS ONLY ARE ALLOWED TO POST. NO KILLING THE READER, HOODS!)

With a throbbing pain in your head, you open your eyes slowly. A few blinks and a shake of your head reveals a room lit by candle light. A long table stretches before you and, in a moment of realized horror, you see that the criminal organization known as the Hoods are seated around it. The table is decorated for a Christmas feast, with turkey, duck, vegetables, cheeses and breads.

You try to move your hands, try to stand up, to run or scream, but are strapped into the chair. You glare at the villains, who all watch you, smiling.

Just then, Jane the Undead rises to her feet. "Merry Christmas everyone. I would like to make a toast." She saya, holding up her glass. Grim sat next to her and Peter on the other side. Next to Peter sat Dark Lytning and then the Cursed Stranger and Magnus. Across the table sat Bellona and Zero, then Myketa and Tatiana. Of course, Vicki Smalls was there, as was Pain Killer. Wiping up a spill on the table cloth was Snipes - a- Million, Lucille resting peacefully next to him. Hans and his Nazi Commander sat at the table as well. Alice sat quietly, but smiling at her comrades and friends.

You struggle, as Jane continues her toast. "To the end of a successful year for us bad guys. Our businesses have grown, our plans and schemes have panned out to success, for the most part..." She then holds her glass towards you, "And our enemies have become fewer." Her smile twisted up her cheeks. Returning to address the congratulation of villains, she continues "I want to thank all of you for your hard work and perseverance through thick and thin, and for your continued support of our great organization. I know that the best is yet to come. So raise your glass to the New Year. To new targets, to new chaos, and to new stories that will make everyone in Gotham and the world fear the Hoods!" She said as everyone raised their glass with a hardy "Here, Here". (Don't worry, Peter was drinking grape soda)

As everyone cheered and toasted the speech, Jane plants a kiss on Peter's head and on Grim's cheek, before looking at you with her glowing green eyes, and her smile grew.

Last edited by JaneTheUndead, Dec/25/2014, 1:19 pm


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Raising his glass to the toast, the assassin Snipes-A-Million carefully put it back down. His helmet was still firmly in place, preventing him from eating any of the meal before him. His armor gleamed under the chandelier lights, the deep blue skull imprinted on his chest leering at you as you struggle against your restraints, doing your best not to panic.

The rifle on the table, Lucille, whirred and clicked a few of her internal parts, causing Snipes to laugh, the voice filter in his helmet flaring with static, and turn to look at you.

"Lucille says I was right to put a diaper on you before you woke up. It will save us a lot of cleanup work." He said, his dry voice mocking your feeble attempts to escape and the fear clutching at your heart.

"Incidentally, you really should get some new underwear. Mickey Mouse tighty-whiteys aren't the best choice for someone your age."

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Characters: "SnipesAMillion", "JohnnySorrowRP", "Sunny W", "TheIndigoShrike", "Captain Aleatory", "TheNemean", "Jean Blanc-Dumont", "Scott Nodds"

~"Now we're all sons of nice lady dogs." --Not quite Kenneth Bainbridge
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Feeling the oppressive bands of leather fighting against your futile struggle and the antagonizing knots of harsh cord marking your skin, you catch a glimpse of another sitting at the table of honor.

Your eyes tear away from one villain to the next as you attempt to deny the truth of your pitiful situation. A ring within a ring zips and chimes into your ears... A music of terrible sweetness within the promise of doom itself.

And you see her... The woman of metal. Her skin radiates the light of the room. Tiny specks of the purest crystal dazzle in that light... Twinkling stars within the smooth universe of her deadly and graceful form. Her long hair falls about her shoulders, an intricate dance itself. And her terrible eyes of violet light flash with power before the irises of amethyst flare to a burning white and she seems to glare into your very core. She sees your thoughts and you know it... She sees that which you feel within your heart and you know that she knows... She sees the secrets of your soul... She sees you!

She smiles first, a beautiful thing that threatens to strip you of oxygen. And then her lips curve and open, a laughter of bliss and terrifying humor. When she calms you see those eyes find yours again. They hold you.

Like a prisoner.

A voice of cold metal and burning human emotion intertwine as one and pierce your mind. A whispery sound that slaps you like a sudden powerful wind. The noise echoes outwards and inwards...

"We are so pleased that you chose to heed our invitation. This celebration would not be the same without you. We owe you after all.. For all our success. For all our accomplishments.

We appreciate the business you bring us. We appreciate how hard you work. For it makes us stronger. It makes us sharper. This toast... This party... Is for you."


A subtle nod and she was bringing the clear rum to her lips.

You wonder as your heart tightens with worry if the others at the table heard her words or if they had only found your ears. By the time your eyes wander her form and notice the perfect dress she wears upon her... Before you notice the impressive quality of her body...

The bile escapes past your lips and it's all you can do to keep yourself from drowning in it.

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::Myk::
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Brooding, the dark seated fellow looks to you. Pitiful and bond. You may even feel more worthless, at the notion. That seated beside him, were equally menacing individuals. Even the child - boy looked on to you with less than humanly concern. Maybe even an ebbing zeal within his young eyes?

Reasoning or explanation of your arrival or purpose has been long since dismissed by the hosting party. You are left with but a single thought bestowed, any animal caged at the throes of slaughter. Hope chokes your chance of survival. Every bound moment steals another breath of actioned escape and revolt.

It is until you'd see the tall, statuesque man stand before you now. They've called him PainKiller. He momentarily looks on to the Triumvirate of Dark, Jane and Grim. As if for pondered allowance. Grim adheres with a nod to the dark man. Smiling menacingly, Painkiller whirls his hands in a glowing pink ball of light. It surges, crackles and reaches out in sparking rasps. As though sensing your pain? Out stretching a hand to pilot the flashing orb, Painkiller guides it as if telekinetic ally across the table to you.

Warm dirging flashes kiss your exposed parts invasively. His smile curls wider, as if syphoning your threshold of restraining ache. Painkillers absent colored white eyes widen, as the connections made between you and the orb. As he directly 'FEEDS' from its prying sparks. The arcing current that which crawls over your flesh now, is the direct link between you both. Feeling as though insects crawled on and beneath your skin. Your nerve endings begin to burn and swell of sensation.

The feeding commenced, cannot be denied. Nor can the painfully obvious grievance it cause your faculty. Though, feeling slowly becomes absent. As the syphoning continues to engorged Pk with orgasmic sustenance. Grim looks on, from perched chair. Fingers steeped before him, smiling. Nodding to Dark Lytning first, and then his own fairer [sign in to see URL].

Words vacant from the imposing figures momentarily.
Though, you may notice the boy. Smiling, and obviously enjoying the scene beside his authority. A moment of innocence slipped from his moistened teary eyes.

Though, tears of absolute completion would be their origin. A family lost, but replaced. A life stolen, and replaced with one of strengthened
purpose.

Completion.

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