Subject: [OTL]: HellsX 31
Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 05:09:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: D Benway <d_benway@yahoo.com>


HellsX [31:45]  Selina Kyle

Produced by Benway.

See notes for disclaimers.

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"You think this is danger?" he said, when his creature caught me in his
study, raiding the safe. "I'll show you danger."

He took me into the warehouse district, over by the West River Docks.
There was this alley behind the Gorham Brothers warehouse, and off that
there was old house crammed in behind the other buildings so that you
couldn't see it. There were 20 Romanians upstairs, but he took me down
to the basement. I was expecting to see an E lab or something. It was
full of monsters.

I'd never seen one before, not alive. I'd seen them after National
Security had gotten them, but there wasn't usually much left to see.
There were kids there, ordinary-looking kids who drank blood and ate
corpses. They weren't all monsters. There were humans there, too.
Friends, lovers, mothers, who didn't want to leave their kids behind to
go through the kind of shit that happens to kids whose parents don't
want them any more.

He brought blood, and a deer that he'd found by the side of the road.
The creatures ate in another room. It was safer that way, and less
likely to make the humans puke. He told me how difficult it was
becoming to sneak blood away from hospitals, and how it was so
necessary to falsify records in Gotham General to hide the thefts that
had already been committed. He told me that if any of this got to the
Sents, they'd be able to hit all his safe houses, and thousands of
people would die or be sent to the camps. He told me this in a little
office he had. He was so caught up in what he was saying, he didn't
notice me taking all of my clothes off. With him on top of me, one thin
sheet of plywood away from a nest of vampires, it was the best fuck I'd
had in years.

That isn't why I keep hanging around. I know where his passions lie,
and we've only done it a few times since. The edge's worn off, and it
feels too much like charity. All that shit I lived through on the
streets, all that shit I had to put up with when I got off the streets,
it doesn't matter now. Stealing shit was worth it because it made me
feel something. Now, I'm stealing for something, and it feels great, or
feels great most of the time.

Right now, it feels like shit. Bruce just said the rescue's off. The
odds were against us, with Constantine and Logan both there. I think
the odds were shit all along, but who cares? We'll get them out of
there, somehow.