Bad Reunions

[Enchantrah]

The night was still. Dark and quiet. Only the rustling of the large Oak trees and the soft chirping of crickets could be heard within the massive mansion known as Wyndemere. However not everything was as tranquil as it seemed. Within the darkness stood Helena Quartermaine, looking down upon her nephew whom was laying in his bed. She stood tall; with a look of prestige. She stood completely emotionless. Taking his warm hand within hers, she lifted her chin a little higher--a mannerism Helena was frequently known for, and lowered her eyes.

"Oh AJ..."

Her voice low and soft, the only sound to be heard within the large bedroom........Until Emily’s blood curdling screams. As the young Quartermaine opened AJ’s bedroom door, the hallway lights shined upon the young man. The hallway lights showed the truth. AJ had been murdered; a hole completely burnt through his chest. Helena slowly turned her head to Emily as the woman came rushing over to her deceased brother, panic stricken. Within those few moments, the rest of the Quartermaine’s slowly showed up. One by one. All shocked. All staring in horror.

Gently dropping AJ’s hand, Helena slowly backed away, lowering her eyes to the floor. Turning from the scene, she placed her hand on an old wooden chair which was tucked under a desk, gripping it tightly. Glaring out the window...the first signs of emotion could finally be seen by Helena. Pure ANGER. Allowing her eyes to slowly trail down towards the desk, they soon rested upon a photograph of AJ and Alexis. Clenching her teeth together, she placed her free hand on top of the picture frame. Taking one last look at the joyful snapshot....Helena slammed it forward, breaking the glass instantly. With that, she proceeded to storm out of AJ’s room, rushing down the stairs to the foyer. Snapping her fingers fiercely...five men appeared out of no where, following behind her. With a malicious tone.

"We have work to do."

 

[Shadow Weaver]

the soho district...lower east side

<< Karen appeared in her trendy, sprawling loft in soho. her residence was an ecclectic mix of art deco with soft feminine touches. it had been a while since she was last here...not since the Inferno crisis..but it felt so good to be home>>


<< looking around...she turned on the air and noted there were several voice messages on her phone. she she checked her mail and immediately went to her master bedroom on the second floor, preparing to lavish herself in her shower chambers and prepare for this evening's gala. feeling a sense of hope and encouragement she hadnt felt this morning, as she moved through her own residence. no longer did she have to deal with the shady irreverant cameron, or the flightly alexis....she was in her own environment free of the innundation of maladaptive personality types>>

<<Sigh>> I dont know how Morgan can do it, keeping those ungreatfull leeches in her Illustra....especially that Cameron. No wonder he has no respect for women..just look at the unmitigated disastrer of a mother he had. i wonder how much therapy it would take to rehabilitate HIM. But no matter...i suspect that Morgan and Alison will see the best course of action is to get rid of him. it will allow them both to further recover from Blaze's loss.

<< moving through her master bed room...she decided to take a moment to lay down and just breathe.she had no need to see a dress maker or designer, she could whip up her own desired dress...and so, she began to prepare for her shower and rituals for this evenings festivities, hoping that Morgan would be there and enjoy herself as well>>

 

[Enchantrah]

Everything was serine and quiet as Karen Victoria laid upon her bed, resting before the Gala that evening. However, her short lived 'quiet time' came to an abrupt halt as Karen's bedroom door was kicked open with a loud BANG, bringing forth ten men who began to run and crowd into the room. The men, whom were all dressed in black, flocked around Karen,: some pinning her down, some withdrawing tazer guns immediatley pressing them against the woman's body.

A hearty laugh could be heard from outside of Karen's door. A laugh indicating pleasure and happiness to see the sorcerbitch get tazered. Stepping forward, Helena Quartermaine, now GLAMOURED into looking into a completely different woman, could finally be seen by Karen. Helena, wearing her trademark black cloak, lowered her hood from her head, further shining light upon her new, glamourous face.

"Ooooooh. Ouch. That's always one way to jolt yourself awake. Hmm?"

A soft malicious laugh could be heard from Helena as she crossed her arms across her chest, looking down at Karen. Of course, Karen would kill her men with ease; it was only a matter of minutes. But Helena didn't worry. Helena never worried, especially about the likes of Karen Victoria. She has, after all, been after her for many many years prior to her divorce to Christopher Victory; always changing her face. Always showing up as another woman. Her powers came very much in handy, always being able to one up Karen at least in this perspective. The two had been advisory's for quite some time...and probably the only reason Helena never actually killed Karen was because she enjoyed the escapade of fighting with her.

"It's been quite some time since I’ve seen you Karen. You look rather dashing...as usual. Although that's not saying much for a barn yard cow like yourself."

 

[Shadow Weaver]

a lioness in her den

<< Karen was startled...but taken completely by surprise when the men stormed into her room>>

MYSTECH!?

<< before she could get up...she was pinned down and painfully jolted...gritting her teeth as she cried out with pain.....and when the dizziness... Karen's vision slowly focused on the cloaked woman.... her eyes narrowed with disgust>>

.....Helena.....you virulent harpie.....Mystech..must have finally found a way to preserve mummified remains...since you are standing here before me...looking not a day over 500.


<< Karen EASILY disappeared from the spot on the bed, and reappeared now wearing her black flying suit with cape...and looking very much ready to unleash her power>>

you men...always confusing your guns with your private parts.

<< gesturing as a harp sounds off.. five spheres of golden energy form around her ...as they sparkle and transform into mystic force daggers....she then thrusts her hands forward and the daggers fly forward at high speeds..leaving a sparkling trail behind them...as they brutally and efficiently CASTRATE the men closest to her...before flying around the room in quick succession and slice off the HEADS of the other five. finally she points at Helena...and the daggers transform into high velocity spinning discs....she gestures like prue and sends them flying at Helena...all in a row as the spin so fast...they make the AIR they slice through scream>>

aww Helena....it looks like your about to lose your head! too bad i'm booked solid this month and cant accept anymore clients!

:light:

 

[Enchantrah]

Watching with pleasure as Karen castrated her men, they fell to the ground in utter shock, holding themselves as if it were to stop the pain. Rolling her eyes, she turned her attention to the remaining assassins, watching them get decapitated. Well, she certainly got straight to the point. As the headless bodies dropped to the floor, she looked to Karen who was now taking upon herself to attack Helena. With a smirk, she watched the daggers turn into flying disks and head straight for her. With a simple wave of her hand, Helena turned the molecular composition of the disks into nothing more then dust.

"Well I see you have as much class as a couple of inbred hillbillies."

As the dust from what was left of Karen's attack, settled onto the floor, Helena took it upon herself to survey the room. Slowly walking to Karen's dresser, her heals made a soft clicking noise; the only noise to be heard in the sorceress' house.

"We've been advisories for...well over 20 years.."

Running her slender fingers along the top of the dress, she stopped at a bottle of perfume, tilting it back to read the label. The woman wasn't remotely frightened by Karen, nor was she worried about over stepping her boundaries. They were, after all, old friends.

"And yet neither of us has succeeded in killing each other."

Lifting the bottle of perfume up to her nose, Helena sniffed it, making an 'this smells like shit' face, before tossing the perfume aside. Turning to Karen, a small smile appeared on her bronzed lips.

"It has become a chore trying to eliminate you, I must say."

 

[Shadow Weaver]

<< Karen stood with her hands on her hips...as she watched Helena with annoyance>>

has it now? i never get tired of handing you YOUR ASS!

<< Karen snaps her finger...and Helena is turned into a donkey>>


my my......what an ASS that is?


<< Karen spreads her cape back as she laughs haughtily>>

 

[Enchantrah]

Karen always did have a skewed sense of humor when it came to their meetings. Nevertheless, Helena didn't appreciate being turned into an animal, and showed her annoyance as her donkey form huffed. Soon, Helena's donkey form began to shift and turn into her human form. The bones could be heard cracking (think animorphs), until finally, she was once again her "old " self.

"Ms Victoria, not only are you arrogant and pretentious, you're stupid. You are a corrupt woman who managed to raise a daughter no better then a rabid animal who needs to be put down. And I, would have the distinct pleasure, of putting her, and this world, out of their misery."

Her playful stare turned into a deathly glare. Helena was not one to fool around...and Karen knew this. Clapping her hands, Karen could hear her front door being kicked down, once again, with a loud bang. An army of feet were heard running around the hardwood floor, heading upstairs. Helena's army, known as "The Wild Pack" were at her every beck and call. Karen was a strong woman, no doubt...but Helena had a few tricks up her sleeves as well.

 

[Shadow Weaver]

<< Karen heard the sounds....another wave of troops coming in. lifting her hands..she disappeared from her room...and appeared out in the main areas of the loft to meet her uninvited guests>>

no quater asked for......


<< manifested a basket ball sized golden orb of concussive power...as it sparkles and flickers>>


and NONE GIVEN!!

<< with feminine form, Karen spins and swings, pitching the orb forward...as it flies like a comet and SLAMS dead center among the coming army and explodes, releasing a concussive blast of magick that BOWLS THEM OVER like so many bowling pins....Karen adds a touch by including the sound of a bowling ball knocking pins down at a bowling alley>>


Helena, you really shouldnt send boys to do a woman's job. But then again...judging by your jawline...one might suspect YOU were once a man yourself.


<< Karen thrust her hand forward...pointing at Helena and with the sound of a rushing harp, Helena is blasted back against the wall hard with a violent, sweeping gust of wind>>

now is there something you wanted? before i send you BACK to the compost heap? you piece of trash?

 

[Enchantrah]

Watching Karen disappear from the room, Helena casually made her way out Karen's room and to the banister, watching the events unfold. Her men were getting their asses handed to them on a silver platter. It was typically, nothing to fret over.

"You and your rancid daughter are just two peas in a pod..."

Before she could finish, she was thrown back into the wall behind her. THUD! Sliding down to the floor, Helena grunted, brushing herself off before standing once again.

"KILL HER!"

Helena screamed as her men began to stand once again. It was actually quite funny how Helena only had the simple power of changing an object/persons molecular composition....yet she always seems to leave without a scratch after a battle with Karen. And most magickally enhanced kiddies these days get torn another one by the sorceress. Goes to show how truly resourcefully Helena was.

"Hang onto your pointed hat.."

Snapping her fingers, Karen's legs began to painfully turn into stone...the process of shape shifting, or shifting other people, was always a painful process, which made it all that much better. As she stood, stuck to the floor, her men began to man handle her. One wrapping a rope around her neck, pulling backwards causing her to begin to choke. Another, again, tazering the woman in the abdomen. The rest of The Wild Pack began to circle around, holding their ground as Helena stood high above them all, smiling.

 

[Shadow Weaver]

<< Karen looked down...and immediately felt the PAIN as her legs turned to stone...whenever Helena did manage to get a move in....she struck like a horde of annoying gnats...all around and all at once...relying on the movement of others to give her the chance she needed and never doing her work truly on her own>>

<< she cried out in pain...as she felt the the jolt.....and immediately her mind began to race. magick users could easily reverse "transformation" attacks on their person...but now...she was being chocked...and the troops were closing in. the best thing to do..would be to let the troops take THEMSELVES OUT>>


Sower of Discord
Work without cease
I summon you now
Give them no peace!


<<a rushing harp sound is heard as sparkling gold shards briefly form around the heads of the men...and suddenly their world as they see it is changed..as each of them sees the other as horrid vicicious monters...about to attack. the fear, the disorientation and the panic is enhanced by the fact that they know longer appear to be in Karen's loft..but in the depths of hell itself.. while they are suitable distracted....killing each other for their perceived lives....Karen immediately reverses Helena's attack back. Setting herself free from the stone entrapment...as she gasped for air...and slowly stood up to regain her self.>>


you will learn, you old crow, that I am far beyond YOUR power to control with your petty abilities. its no wonder you have an army of men to bolster you. as a one woman show..youre about as effective as Helen Kellar in a blackout.

<< rubbing her neck...Karen thrust out her hand....>>

Time is fleeting, its winds they rage!
Let my form now serve as gauge
Time be cruel, your touch severe
Caress this mortal with all my years!

<< Helena was transformed into an ANCIENT, decrepit, mummified crone..who's body was decaying right where she stood...she lost bone mass and stature...and looked like the crypt keeper...barely able to lift a finger>>

 

[Enchantrah]

Gritting her teeth, why won't this woman ever die. Watching her men begin to kill each other, she turned her attention back to Karen, who had managed to get out of her attack. She was a resiliant little thing, she had to give her that.

"Oh shut up you insufferable roach."

But soon, the metamorph felt strange...very strange. Looking down at her body, it began to turn into what looked like a mummy. She felt extremely weak, too weak to even counter the effects. Soon, Helena fell to her knees, looking to Karen.

"You...know...you haven't seen....the last of me."

Her voice still strong but lacking the force and power it usually did. Helena couldn't do much of anything at this point because of her body being weakened by Karen's attack. Falling to the ground, Helena dissapeared from Karen's sight. Her black cloak was covered in what looked like dirt, grinded up bone, and ashes. But after a few moments, a black bat began to screetch as it emerged upward. Swooping down to Karen, it circled her before flying out one of her open windows in the living chamber.

 

[Shadow Weaver]

<< Karen looked upon the fallen Helena with a smirk...but soon the unsettling bat appeared and flutterd around Karen's head...causing the sorceress to put her hands up in protection. the bat left...and all was silent again....only echos and memories of the fast paced, sudden surprise attack remained as Karen put her hands around her waist and began to shudder...those attacks REALLY HURT...and it was only her quick thinking and resiliency, along with the adrenaline that kept her going...but in fact her body's muscles were aching..and her neck had slight scratching and bruising.>>


oh.....god...that...was awful!

<< she coughed as she slowly made her way..hobbling almost, up the stairs and back to her master bedroom...slowly laying down on her bed....as her own restoration magicks began to work...Karen mentally activated the WARDING SPELLS around the perimeter and all entry points of her loft...any hostile intruders would be in for a painfull reception...and Karen...allowed her eyes to close as she painfully exhaled and lay quietly.>>

<<Helena and her goons had cause Karen physical pain...and she wasnt sure if she would feel up to going to the gala after all. but all thoughts soon ceased..as Karen slowly drifted to sleep....letting her magicks take away the pain and bruising. This battle was proof positive that Karen was more than capable of holding her own...and it was easy to see where Morgan got her flare for battling from.>>