capeandcowllogs | They always say truth will find a way

WHO: Grell Sutcliffe, Megan Gwynn, Lorna Dane, Jonothon Starsmore, and Robyn Slinger
WHERE: A warehouse...somewhere. IMAGINATION, GUYS.
WHEN: Monday, backdated to...alskfj somewhere around sixish?
WARNINGS: Attempted murder, Grell, Grell getting his face beaten in, Grell bitching, violence, etc. etc.
SUMMARY: Grell's coup d' grace isn't quite as...majestic as he though it'd be. A failed attack on Pixie, defeat by Lorna Dane, and subsequent arrest.
FORMAT: Para, probably.

Grell had spent his time (his entire day, really) allowing Megan to drag him around shopping for clothes, not because he wanted to get clothing, but because he'd made a decision earlier the night before. These whores, they weren't good prey - they weren't worthy of his scythe, not really. They didn't mean anything but another news broadcast and another corpse in an alley. No effect on him, no skin off his teeth.

It's why he needed more...important prey. Something that would not only put up a fight, but shake the community, force it to panic. Plus, it always meant more when he actually liked the person he was about to immolate, so another plus there!

"M-Megan," he began in a shaky tone, ignoring the not unpleasant way his heart sped up when he began to speak the words, "there's really something I'd like you to see. If, ah, if you'd like to, of course."

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Was she a hero? Lorna had no clue anymore. She'd done so many horrible things, stuff she deserved to be punished for. Lorna was only herself now. No X-men, no nothing. Former mutant, and nothing else.

"My name is Lorna Dane," she scowled and held her hands forward. She attempted to push the magnetic fields a little, so Grell would go flying pretty easily. "And I wouldn't mind splattering you across the floor."

She didn't want to kill him, she really didn't. This was just talk, Lorna convinced herself. She wasn't a killer anymore, no matter if this person deserved it or not.

"Grell Sutcliffe," He gave a dramatic and prim gesture to himself, fingertips over his heart, flashing a grin. The sudden push caught him off guard, and he went flying back -- he managed to flip and land on his feet, digging his heels into the floor as much as he could.

"That was unfair - everyone in this age just cheats, don't they? I remember when a fight was on equal footing!" He began in a run, jerking forward in a flash of speed - it was in an attempt to get behind her, as he'd done to Sebastian before, and dig his chainsaw blade into her back.

Whether or not he was fast enough was something he was just gambling on.

"It's not cheating," Lorna scowled. "It's part of who I am. I can't help my advantages."

A lie, she supposed. The power that was in her was not at all natural, and it felt like she was clinging onto it to keep it steady. She was dangerous, but perhaps that's what this called for.

When he drew closer, she just made him fly back again, placing herself in a safe magnetic bubble. He would not hurt her, no one would.

"Think twice before you attack a mutant; there's tons of us around here," she continued. A quiet voice at the back of her head was itching for her to do something else, something with the powers she had festering inside her.

Easily, she refused.

He should've been more prepared, but being in mid-flash his defensive capabilities were down, and he really was sent flying. He rolled when he hit the ground, gritting his teeth and glaring petulantly.

"Stop that, you're not making it any fun at all!" Grell snapped, almost childishly. He held his chainsaw defensively, and took a sliding step towards Pixie. "If you're not going to play with me yourself, maybe you'd rather stay in your bubble and watch me tear your pretty Pixie to pieces." He sighed dreamily, ending with a shallow laugh.

"I'm planning on doing it anyway - an audience wouldn't change too much, now would it?"

Lorna didn't say anything. Her bubble faded easily, and she flew over to Pixie's side as quickly as possible. "I want to play," she assured him wickedly. Her eyes flashed with green energy again, and she grinned.

"But my kind of game involves this."

She used her powers again, this time trying to throw him upwards and spin his body a little. If that didn't work, she'd simply pull anything metallic and smack him with it. The voice in the back of her head kept urging her to hurt him just a little more, but Lorna ignored it. It was faint, so quiet and easy to tuck away.

It might have been the concussion, or it might have been a defense mechanism to keep her from passing out from fear, but from the time Lorna became involved in the struggle, Megan could feel herself... detach. She watched the fight between them from one corner of the room where she had made herself as small as possible, and it felt almost like watching a cartoon, or one of Mr. Logan's DR sesssions.

When he came at her again, she only blinked, and thought, this is the part where I'm rescued again. And surely enough, she was right. Vaguely Megan wondered why she suddenly felt warmer, and it took her several seconds to realize she'd clung onto her mysterious green savior, while keeping one black eye on the hilariously doll-like figure of Grell.

Grell, predictably, spun like a top. He snarled, sticking his chainsaw deep into the floor and pinning himself in place with it - casting a dirty look up at Lorna, he lunged again, aiming for her legs.

"Fun, but not quite my style." He brought his chainsaw in a heavy arc, seeking blood. "I could use entertainment; why not a quick peek at your history while I cut you to ribbons?"

"My history is not one you want to look at," Lorna hissed, putting her bubble up again to keep her and Pixie safe. "I'm not a hero anymore; I will kill you if you push me."

She scowled, lifting her hands within the bubble and making pipes and all sorts of metal rush into the room, spinning and shaping into weapons. "Why don't you play with these while I decide what type of mood I'm in."

As he lunged at her legs, her metal pieces flung towards him.

They always say truth will find a way

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