Nightmare in Frisco [Open]

[marmacet]

Midnight, the witching hour. The sky was complete darkness, the clouds hiding the stars, and a new moon was out tonight. The Golden Gate Bridge was in total silence, the opposite of when it was day, where both tourists and locals alike swarmed the land-mark. A blue sedan drove up and parked on the bridge, then a man in black clothes got out of the driver's side and went to the passengers. After opening the door, he dragged out a young red-headed woman in her twenties, wearing a black dress that went to her knees and matching high-heels. Her hands and feet were tied, and the man had shoved a gag into her mouth.

Taking a deep breath, the man in black dragged her over to the edge, and looked down at the dark water below.

-~*~-

Roxanne Allen, also known as the She-Flash, wasn't supposed to be up and about at this late hour, especially sense the only reason they were in San Francisco was to visit some very distant relatives of Iris, Roxy's mom. But, after losing track of time at a party hosted by a friend that wasn't actually her friend, Roxy was now running home dressed as She-Flash, as a cover-up that she was out patrolling and hadn't realized how late it was. Her father, Barry Allen (alias The Flash), was sick and couldn't go to work nor do any crime fighting. That meant she was doing her super-hero duty alone, which wasn't very often.

Now, she stepped onto Golden Gate Bridge, just in time to see a man wearing dark clothing about to force a tied up lady off the bridge and leave her to a watery demise. "HEY!" Roxy shouted, rushing the man. He only had time to look in her direction before she gave him a punch to the nose, making him release his hostage. Roxanne twisted around and grabbed the lady by her collar, hoisting her back onto the bridge and letting her lay on her back.

Suddenly, a heavy weight came on top of Roxy from behind, and chloroform shoved into her face. She tried to defend herself, but the surprise had shocked her, and Roxanne was only human. Super-human, but human.

Then, the voice of an old cartoon character seemed to whisper in her ear: "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it!"

Shut up, you stupid chicken, was her reply before dropping off into unconsciousness.

-~*~-

When she woke up, Roxanne was in a room with four padded walls. Startled, she tried to push herself up with her hands. but something constricted them. Confused, Roxy looked down, and screamed.

She was in a straight-jacket.

Oh, geeze! Roxanne thought, struggling to her feet. Ah, geeze! Geeze! Geeze! One thing that Roxy feared the most was going insane, and being in a room with padded walls, floor, and ceiling sent a shock into her (the straight-jacket didn't help). Roxanne took a few steps backward until she ran into the wall behind her, before falling through it, as if the wall was actually a cleverly disguised curtain (crazy villains and their crazy ways).

Roxy landed onto a carpeted floor with a thump, and groaning rolled onto her stomach. The She-Flash just laid there for a few moments, until footsteps made her stir. Forcing herself onto her feet, Roxanne immediately prepared for an assault as best as she could, and called, "Who's there!?"

(ooc: Wooh! Kidnapped super-heroes! Or a kidnapped super-villains and super-heroes...? Hmm. Or a super-villain/traitor/neutral that's affiliated with the kidnapper. That could work.

Also, the kidnapper's just an NPC that's probably going to die later on.)

[Brittany Wayne]

Brittany was patrolling Gotham while her father was monitoring her from a different district of the city. She didn’t mind him monitoring her, as she knew she wasn’t ready to be let go on her own just yet. But she had to admit that it was a step up from him physically being there with her, and she knew it was just like growing up in a family. She smirked at that thought, knowing that she really didn’t have a family that she grew up with but she loved the one she had eventually ended up with. Even if they didn’t share one genetic trait. She had gotten Robin’s daughter settled into the manor, and her father and Alfred had returned from their shopping trip with some new toys. One he wanted to test out that night, and wondered how far he would have to go before it went on the fritz.

”Brittany, do you hear me? Anything amiss from your point?” She heard her father’s voice loud in her headset housed in her cowl. She sighed and shook her head, and found it eerie quiet that night. It crept her out at just how quiet it was. It usually was filled with noises of gunshots, sirens, and gangs trying to beat up on someone else. However those sounds were absent this cold night as she perched on the eave of a building overlooking the city. Even the normal smell was absent, and a feeling of dread crawled up her spine.

”No, Dad. I don’t see, hear, or smell anything. Something feels…” Before she could complete her thought, someone had snuck up behind her, and placed their weight heavily upon her back. Then they placed a heavily chloroformed rag over her mouth and nose, and breathed in heavily. Her first thought at that moment was that Batman knew something was wrong when she didn’t complete her thought, and that he will begin to look for her… She then passed out.

When Brittany woke up, she had no clue were she was but she was of course being carried down a hallway. Her arms and hands constricted of course by a straight jacket. ”Great. Not only do I not know where I am, they think they can restrict me by placing me in this thing…” She thought to herself, as she was half carried, and half dragged down the hallway. She had been to Arkham Asylum many times, and even her father had taught her how to escape difficult restraints such as this. But the way they were trying to restrain her reminded her of her trips to visit Batman’s enemies in the looney bin.

Finally her captors had stopped at a door, and opened it quickly before roughly tossing her inside. Her body had hit soft surfaces and knew immediately that she had been tossed into a padded room. She had heard someone call out from the room before it was opened, and she got to her feet to look at another girl a few years older than she. She sighed and quickly made work of her restraints, freeing herself of her bonds. She then turned toward the other girl and held out her hands in a silent offer to free her. As she waited on the girl’s answer, she took a close look at her surroundings trying to find a way out of there.

(OOC: I'm thinking that Brittany was transported from New Jersey to California while knocked out...)

[lantern]

It had been one very long day. Sam had been forced to serve detention for ditching class again and despite his ring's assurances that there wasn't some chronological anomaly around the room, he still felt that time had slowed down until he stepped out the door. After that invigorating experience he'd been all too ready to light up his ring and take to the skies. It had been his intention to just get in a little practice with the thing and taking on the mantle of Green Lantern. Try out a few things, test his limits, maybe catch a few burglars or muggers. At worst he thought he might happen across a car chase or something.

Instead he got illegal aliens.

The extraterrestrial variety, not the political kind. Some sort of Star Trek rejects that were selling outlawed alien-tech to some of Earth's criminals. Sort of an eBay if the 'e' stood for evil. It had been a knock down fight that dragged on forever. Sam had dealt with bullets before but actual ray guns were new and a lot more difficult to deal with. He'd rounded them all up and taken them to a containment area that his ring had told him about. Eventually, he'd have to contact Oa or the Corp and get someone to haul them someplace better. The Earth lock-up only had so much space. He knew he'd be alright for a while but sooner or later...

All the same, he was only too happy to call it a day. In a green streak of light, he veered to the left and started to head back in the general direction of home. He'd have to find someplace quiet and isolated to land and zap out of his costume but for now he was just going to enjoy the simple act of gliding through the air. He took in a deep breath and let it out with a relaxed grin.

Intercepting local police channels. Emergency. Crime in progress. Scanning.

"Oh, c'mon. Seriously?" Sam complained, glaring at the glowing ring on his finger.

Scanning.

"Well, what is it?" Sam inquired, his tone becoming more professional as he pushed his irritation and exhaustion aside. The job came first, they ring may have sought him out but he had accepted it's offer. No whining about it now.

Out of control bus. Endangering pedestrians and other vehicles. Unknown number of passengers. Police speculate hijacking. The bus left 33rd Street and is headed towards the cliff-side road towards the harbor.

"Locate the bus and give me current power level." Sam ordered as he changed direction in mid-air and laid on the extra-speed towards the cliffs. More green light flared out from the ring and transformed into a giant emerald arrow like one might see on a car's GPS.

35.6%

Sam frowned, he really like to be at full charge for an emergency but there was no time to call up his power battery now. Any delay could mean a disaster for anyone on the road or those bus passengers when it went over the side. He clenched his jaw and went on ahead, following the guidance of the arrow until he reached the edge of town. He could hear the waves crashing against the cliffs before he even saw the ocean spreading out ahead. As soon as he spotted the swerving bus, the arrow vanished.

As soon as he started to pull in close, however, the bus jerked hard to the right and crashed through the railing and went over the edge. Sam's eyes went wide behind his mask and an inarticulate sound escaped his lips. He punched out with his right hand and let his willpower flow out through the ring. Beams of light shot out from his hand and transformed into four grappling hook-like devices with thick green cables attached. The hooks punched through the metal of the bus and gripped the material tightly. Sam braced his wrist with his other hand and let out a loud grunt of effort as the cables went taut.

30.2%

Sam pushed everything from his mind and set every ounce of his willpower into lifting the bus. Slowly he began to rise and the bus with him. He kept it slow and steady so as not to knock any people inside it around. Inch by inch he went up and over until finally the last tire rolled it's way back over the edge of the cliff. He set the bus down with a large thud and felt his body go slack a moment as the weight was relieved from him. He floated down to the ground and darted forward. Light from the ring shaped itself into an enormous crowbar and he pried open the doors to the bus and launched himself inside.

"Ring scan for injuries. Prepare to contact the nearest ambulance or medical team..." He reached over towards the driver who was slumped over the wheel. Green Lantern grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back and found himself stunned into speechlessness. The driver was a cheap, stuffed dummy. Sam looked back and found that the whole bus was the same. There wasn't a living soul on the entire thing. A glance at the wheel revealed some sort of device hooked up underneath it. He was about to scan it with his ring when it beeped and a red light went off. Suddenly all over the bus jets of a pale, yellowish gas sprayed out into the cabin of the bus. Before Sam could even think to put up a shield, his vision went blurry and he sank into unconsciousness.

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Sam awoke sometime later in a rather dingy looking little room. He blinked a moment and tried to push himself off the floor. He met some resistance and a quick check found that he was wearing a straight-jacket. He blinked and shook his head to try and clear it. This was surely a dream or a very bad practical joke. Sam wondered if his identity had been compromised but found that his mask was still in place. Apparently even unconscious the ring had maintained his uniform. After a few failed attempts, he managed to roll onto his feet and brace himself against the wall. "How long have I been out?"

11 hours and 43 minutes.

He struggled against the straight jacket a moment and then located the door. Sam frowned and charged it like a bull putting his shoulder into it. It didn't budge. Jordan growled and kicked at it a few times before shouting.

"Hey! Anybody out there?!" He paused waiting for some reply. When it didn't come he kicked the door again, harder this time. "Let me out of here!"