Power is Corrupt

When Blackfield awoke, she looked out her window and saw the sun just rising up through the horizon. She wasn’t about to go back to sleep anyway, so she threw off the covers of her bed, and walked downstairs. Spike was still asleep, so she just made herself some breakfast, sat down on the couch, and watched a few episodes of The Walking Dead. After Spike finally decided to wake up and got himself some breakfast, they got dressed and walked out and got into their car, ready to check up on the next preparations for the great war ceremony, which was decorations. Blackfield looked at the list and saw that a woman named Necra at Massacre Boutique was supposed to be in charge of decorations. After about an hour’s worth of looking, they finally found Massacre Boutique.

They shut their car doors and looked up at the towering wedding cake of a building. It was no wonder this chick was put in charge of decorations. Spiked looked at Blackfield, shrugged and walked in. Blackfield followed behind and they were both immediately greeted by what looked like a hurricane of banners, golden statues, table cloths, designs, and other decorative items. And in the center of it all, was a single woman working her magic, literally. It seemed as if she had very similar powers as Blackfield, and she seemed to be using them to levitate all the materials she needed around her.

Lying next to her was a large pile of banners, each with Killestia’s symbol pasted on the front.

“Wow…. Just….. Wow…….” Spike said in astonishment.

Blackfield smiled at him. “Yeah, these decorations are some of the best I’ve ever seen!”

Spike looked over at Blackfield with a confused look on his face.

“What? I wasn’t talking about the decorations. I’m talking about her!” With that Spike pointed to the Woman who was working on the decorations.

She was dressed in tight black jeans, with a dark purple bikini top as the only thing over her chest besides a diamond studded necklace that hung from her neck, she had curly purple hair, very pale skin, wore black combat boots, had leather black gloves with sleeves that reached all the way up to her shoulders and wore a purple cloak with the hood. But what Blackfield definitely noticed about her, what the stone slab with an emerald crested into it that seemed to be imbedded into her left eye. She was very neatly decorated. That’s when Blackfield finally realized Spike had just been love-struck. His eyes were practically heart-shaped when the woman turned to look at the two new customers who had just entered her shop. She gestured for them to come further into the large room and finished up her last banner.

Blackfield walked up to the woman and asked “You're Necra right?”

The woman nodded her head in response, not uttering a word.

“How many have you made so far?” Blackfield asked.

Necra responded by sliding a paper in her direction, and on the paper is had the number 300, still not saying a thing.

“My name’s Blackfield. I was sent here from Slaughterlot to check up on preparations.” Blackfield said, very confused as to why she wasnt saying anything.

That's when Necra turned to look at Blackfield in surprise and Blackfield finally understood why she wasn’t saying a thing: her mouth had been sewn up. Necra undid the laces that kept her mouth shut and gasped, acting as if she hadn’t breathed since the day started.

“So sorry about that. I usually tend to, well, mutilate myself sometimes. I’m just one of those ‘masochist’ people.” Necra giggled.

Blackfield was surprised to learn that she was the one who had sewn her own mouth shut.

“Y-You did this to yourself? I assumed it was an abusive boyfriend who got sick of your talking.” Blackfield stammered.

Necra giggled in response. “Oh please, I’m not even in a relationship!”

Spike’s mind exploded….. Twice. But before he could utter a word, Blackfield shot him a look that could put the sun out. Spike gulped and hung his head in defeated.

“Anyway…. From the looks of things I can see that everything is going perfectly.” Blackfield stated.

“Yes, but… What on earth happened to your arm?” Necra observed that cast that held Blackfield’s arm in place.

“Oh, this? I got into a little duel with Bad Apple. It’s nothing much.” Blackfield tried to shrug it off, even though she knew it still hurt quite a lot.

“Nothing much?! You’re lucky to be alive right now! You’re the first person I’ve met to survive a shooting match with Bad Apple!” Necra nearly shouted.

With that Necra took Blackfield into her room. She looked a bit confused, and Spike looked green with envy that Blackfield was getting to go into her room. Necra shut the door and took off Blackfield’s bandages, and found that Big Bad Mac had never bothered to cleanse the wound, causing it to become infected. She lightly touched it and sent a large shot of pain up through Blackfield’s body.

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry. That truly is quite the wound… Let me fix it up for you!” Necra insisted.

Blackfield seemed a bit nervous on what kinds of medical treatment this girl might have in mind.

“Uh, no thanks, I-I’ll be fine-“ Blackfield tried.

But before she could finish up, Necra levitated a syringe from one of her drawers and dropped it into her hand. Blackfield was then immediately concerned but tried her best to hide it.

Necra looked at her and smiled. “No need to be worried. It’ll heal the infection in no time at all!”

She then slowly pressed the needle into the wound, which caused Blackfield to shout out in pain. Spike heard the shriek and then ran upstairs to find the girl injecting something into his friend. Spike didn’t have time to think, and immediately ran over and grabbed Necra by the neck.

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST PUT IN HER!?” Spike shouted as loud as he could.

Necra gasped for breath while Spike constricted her windpipes, trying her best to pry his hands off of her. But Spike kept his grip, beautiful or not, nobody hurt Blackfield. Speaking of which, Spike realized that she was shouting at him and turned to look at her. He saw that her bullet wound from earlier looked good as new.

“Spike! That stuff she injected into me was medicine! She healed my wound you dumbass!” She shouted.

Spike immediately felt his heart drop into his stomach and let go of Necra.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought-“ Spike just stuttered an attempted apology.

But before he could actually manage a sentence, Spike felt some kind of invisible force throw him out the window of the boutique and pin him to the ground outside. Blackfield looked at Necra and saw that the previously green jewel imbedded into her eye was now glowing red, and blood was streaming from it like tears.

“Look, this is all just a misunderstanding-“ Blackfield tried.

Suddenly, Blackfield was levitated into the air and thrown from the current building and into another. Spike looked up to see Necra walking out of the hole in the side of her building on some kind of invisible flight of stairs. He tried to stand up, but whatever was keeping him down was pretty intense. Suddenly, he felt his bone beginning to bend in his arm, he groaned in pain until finally it snapped, then he started shouting. Blackfield heard him and got up to him being tortured to death by Necra. It was apparent that Necra was using psychological powers to her advantage.

Luckily, Blackfield knew a magic lockdown spell, but this also meant she wasn’t gonna be able to use any of her powers either. It’s a good thing she still has her swordsman skills to fall back on. She concentrated on the spell into her hand and threw it down like a frag grenade. It exploded and the next fifty square feet were surrounded be a warping purple and blue field…. Trippy. After a look of confusion, Necra realized her powers weren’t working. Blackfield jumped down and gave Necra the you-done-goofed look.

“Good job genius, now how do expect us to get out?!” Necra shouted

…….Crap.

After they got things worked out, they all tried to plan out a way to get things worked out, with mainly conceived of hitting it, throwing stuff at and, and slicing away with a sword.

“Welp, smooth move Blackfield” Spike spoke in a sarcastic voice, which she responded by pressing the button on the remote of his shock collar.

And about the time that they just slumped down against the barrier and sighed. it seemed like they were gonna have to wait for someone else to break them out of this prison. Necra apologized to Spike and Blackfield for her sudden attack. when she got threatened she had the tendancy to get a little.... Violent.

…. Then they heard a sound…. Its sounded like a…. motor trying to start. Then it was a revving….. a chainsaw? Suddenly, the blade of a chainsaw burst through the barrier, about an inch from Necra’s body, and worked it’s way around them, until finally the big chunk of barrier fell down and revealed their savior.

“We have GOT to stop meeting up like this~” The pink haired stalker proclaimed.