Frea (351 hits)
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Submitted by Saffron (View user info) at 2005-11-08 18:45:21 EST
She was crossing town, chatting away with her coalition on her way to the rendezvous site. She hit the top of the Infront Steak House and stopped to take a look around. The area appeared to be sniper free. She jumped, free fell for a moment and found purchase on a shorter building on the block. From here it was a matter of hitting the warehouse rooftops and the apartment complex at the end of the block. She changed direction stretching her legs and back in hopes of making her next jump. She missed. It bit the ankles a bit, but it was nothing fatal. Besides, she was almost there. A few more minutes of bounding about and she would be ready to join her team and take on a slice of villain pie. Sometimes she channeled the Tick. It couldn't be helped.
She made her way to office entrance, seeing half her team already waiting out front. This was going to be good. They worked together like a cliché ridden sentiment and a Hallmark card.
She was the meat shield. At three foot nine inches high she was incredibly cute. But she was formidable. She specialized in crowd control. So long as she kept the villains attention, nothing could hurt her team. And who could tear their eyes away from a petite long haired beauty in a school girl outfit ? No one. Not Trolls, Outcasts, Skulls or Nemesisisisis. Ok sometimes she channeled Homer Simpson too.
"What's the deal ? "
" We've got 4 lawyers being held hostage and an AV in there".
Her first arch villain! She wondered if the guys could see her excitement thru her sweater and quickly crossed her arms.
" Frea? Where the hell did you pick that name from?" The voice behind her intruded. He was home. That meant it was later than she had thought.
"She was married to Oden. Goddess of childbirth and midwifery."
"Whatever. Hey, is dinner ready ? "
"How do you feel about Chinese ? I kinda lost track of time......"
"That seems to be a reoccurring theme with you lately. What's with you and that game anyway ? It seems kinda retarded to me."
She bit her lip thinking about all the things that seemed retarded to him. Anything he didn't understand, anything mildly adventurous or exotic, anything with more than two pages of text for one page of pictures, all of these things he met with scorn that she interpreted and excused as his not understanding. She had made a lot of excuses for him over the years.
Her hands had been moving during her conversation letting her team know she was going to be a few minutes. They held fast taking the opportunity to hit the loo, grab a coke, stretch, whatever it was they had been neglecting in real life.
She turned her back to the monitor. "I like it. I'm trapped here and I get lonely when you are work. And daytime TV is akin to taking an ice pick to your frontal lobe."
"You better not be cybering with those basement dwelling twats. You know they aren't as cute as you are."
She sighed and looked down at her broken ankle. It made getting around nearly impossible. He had driven off most of her friends over the years and the ones she had left hated coming to her house. The more successful she and her circle became, the more bitter he turned. The more isolationist she became, the more affection he showed her.
"You're more man than I can handle" she cooed softly as she pushed her face into his stomach and wrapped her arms around his waist. She really did love him. Even if no one understood why. He could be kinder than anyone gave him credit for, in those quiet moments before he fell asleep, he would lean in and bury his face in the smell of her hair and whisper secrets to her assuming she was slumbering. She knew there was a good man in there. She knew he felt he couldn't show he was soft. His father had made sure of that.
He lifted her face, one finger under her chin, "I'll order. But tomorrow I'm expecting something special. Consider yourself warned darling." He kissed the top of her head, gave her a huge sweet smile and headed into the front room.
She turned back to her hero self and her team entered the office building. It was dark. She loved this map - lots of great corners to work with. She took point and headed down the hall, mace at the ready. The mace was nearly her height and had a slightly bigger head than she did. She loved the cartoon aspect of her avatar. She rounded a corner and the first fight began.
She was fluid. She had asked a lot of questions and unsurprisingly was given a lot of mentoring and suggestions from her mainly male counterparts. She began her routine. This was a simple warm up. Hold the group, keep the aggro, let her teammates pick them to bits from a safe distance. Cake. She began to mindlessly run the tip of her tongue along her teeth, something she'd done all through school and anytime she found herself needing to focus. She rooted herself and braced for the onslaught.
The first batch of bad guys dispatched she did a quick assessment of her team and pressed forward, surveying the best spot for their next encounter.
He tongue found a painful spot and began probing.
She turned the corner and began her taunting dance in front of a largish spawn. This one was going to be a bit rough. She hoped the Empath was up to task, she was going to take a bit of a beating this round.
A cracked crown. She hadn't been aware of it during the accident because of the ankle, but sure enough, he'd cracked her crown too.
She brought her mace across the kneecaps of the nearest villain. She was surrounded by angry faces trying to cause her harm. She'd seen worse. And if it weren't for the Vicodin she'd been adding to her recipes, she'd be seeing worse more often.
User Reviews
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-11-08 20:57:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
well done.
Submitted by freebie (user info) at 2005-11-08 19:39:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
MMMmmm...vicoden.
Fuck the haters below, this is better than 99% of the shit on this site.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2005-11-08 19:12:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it a lot. Had everything I could wish for.
Although... Again the ending. You've gone and empowered your leading lady again. Why? We'd identify with the whole thig so much more if you'd left it as it was. Then again, the whole wife battery thing has been done to death a bit (no pun intended). The inclusion of the escapism through the internet was cool though.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2005-11-08 19:06:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I liked your other posts, but this isn't as well written.
I'm not sure what happened...
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-11-08 19:02:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Saffron (user info) at 2005-11-08 18:59:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-11-08 18:55:09 (#)
Ranking: -1
um, it's spelled 'Freya'.
I know Norse mythology isn't everybody's strong suit, but it annoyed me enough that I couldn't get into it.
You want a good name?
Mjolnir.
+2 to the next person who knows who that is.
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Actually, its also Friya and Frigg. Funny how Teutonic spellings get muddled over time.
Mjolnir = that what smashes. and is more commonsly spelled Mjollnir.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2005-11-08 18:55:09 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
um, it's spelled 'Freya'.
I know Norse mythology isn't everybody's strong suit, but it annoyed me enough that I couldn't get into it.
You want a good name?
Mjolnir.
+2 to the next person who knows who that is.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-11-08 18:54:08 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
i am loathe to -score soemthing that has a bit of effort here on ubersite but, well, this is just a little mcallum to me.
Submitted by Xcuses (user info) at 2005-11-08 18:47:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I had trouble reading this. Curious what others thought