Subject: [OTL]: One Ring [Bat-Types] (11:11) Date: Wed, 18 Sep 2002 19:36:24 -0700 (PDT) From: D Benway One Ring [11:11] forged by Benway This story borrows some characters for not-for-profit use from DC Comics. This is not a happy story, and may be disturbing in parts for sensitive readers. Many thanks to Sevenall for proof-reading assistance. Warning: Contains language. _______________________________________________________________________________ I always wanted to go to Hawaii. Now I'm here, I kind of don't really see the point. The room is nice, and all. Nice, but not the kind where I'd get too much attention. I paid for it with my green card, which took the bucks from some secret bank account some local pusher had. No real harm to anyone. I had fun last night. I used the ring, make me look real Britney, went out and picked up some sailors. Six. Two at once. I was up 'til three. It was fun. One last fling, and all. I've just sealed up the last of my stuff in a box. Superbear, my gym trophy, and some pics of me. They're going to Rob. There wasn't much else worth keeping, or giving to anybody. Bank got the house. I didn't want it. They're looking for me, but I'm smart. I told it to hide me, told it to go looking for the stuff Bats was using to track me, and we fucked it up good. They want me to give up the ring. I can't. It's all I got left. I cleaned up some business before I went. I checked up on Cissie. She's OK, getting more TLC from Rob than she deserves. The ring told me he didn't fuck her, near as it can tell. Can't tell what he might do in the future, though. He'll be pissed off at me, maybe even sad, but shit, I was his first fuck, and I know what that means for me and him. I checked up on someone else, too. His name is John. He's 9 months old, now. The people who look after him couldn't have a kid because the dad had the mumps, and the files at Children's Services say they're looking after him OK. I could've watched them, made sure, but I can't trust myself to do that. I didn't even look to see if Mom was dead. I didn't ask Dad if he did it, or if Mom had an accident. I can't trust myself with the ring. Can't trust myself to do good with it. Can't let it go. They'd try to take it from me. They wouldn't get it. Stephanie Brown isn't good enough for the ring. So, in 5 minutes, Stephanie Brown is going to die. It's going to be sad, very sad. She listens to Batman, tries to take the ring somewhere else, finds someone worthy, then dies 'cause she's all tired out flying across the universe. 'Course, she does find someone worthy, someone who had the ring before. Arisia's coming back. It's not really Arisia. Arisia's dead, died in some stupid bar fight. I made sure. Got her out of the ground, and there she was, all rotting. Didn't smell too bad, though. I threw her into the sun, which is where she was supposed to go anyway. Her people do that, not ours. Gardner had her buried 'cause cremation creeped him out. Asshole. It didn't take long to find her. I went through all the Lanterns that looked kind of human, saw how they did. She was good at it, never got in shit. Kind of girly, but that's no biggie. She's like an elf, which means she looks like a 12-year-old with tits. She's gonna be in like flint when she comes back with the ring. Stephanie's gonna die though. Mostly. We've got it all planned out. I fly up to the Arctic somewhere, and make like a caterpillar with a cocoon and all. The ring makes me her, changes me inside and outside. It won't really be me anymore, 'cause I can't live in a brain like hers. It'll be mostly her memories, everything that the ring can remember, plus the only part of me worth saving, the part that wants to do good. That, and she'll really like getting laid. It's the only way out I can think of. It sucks. Ah, shit. Here goes nothing. FIN