The Dominatrix

"Of all the things you have to do, you decided to blow up half of the building... You won't get away with any of what you had done!"

She shouts, charging at the wounded lady as she jumped out of harms way, barely being taken by her long whip as it grazed her torn pants. She looked at the warden, gleeful in delight with eyes of agenda gleaming in her eyes. She swung her whip further, slamming through the floors as she taken by the whip and thrown to the top of the building. In the night sky, wooden planks and concrete dust fly out uncontrollably, hurling down at her as she quickly escape from her whip's grasp. Disorienting her own sense of direction, quickly grabbing the brick roof slabs which cracked under pressure from her sweaty palms, grinding her to a halt with each piece simply falling aimlessly to the ground.

Above on the tall roof, she saw the lady standing by the top of the roof like King Kong on the empire state building, except her bulky shape resembled that of a cat-like mutant from hell, with the smoke behind her and the fire ravaging the building in the brightly lit moon. Her whip now flocking about like a tail as she looked at her, angry and determined for a kill. Below her, she sees guards surrounding her. Their guns and mounted laser right at her head as she barely clinged on, grunting from her wounds and newfound scratches.

"Look at your plight. You can't even escape from your own sins. Hilarious!"

She spitefully snarled, spitting what seemed like saliva onto the roof as raining led echoed through her ears. Silencing the noise around her as she flips herself up to see the dominatrix's whip splashing down on the slabs, cutting through them like butter. Behind her, the shells kept on coming, missing her as she climbed her way to the top, each step smashed the old structure of what looked a cathedral. Tearing though it's history and eerie appearance.

"Don't you think you can get to me right here!"

She throws her whip out, slashing through her chest and arms like it was her toy. Piercing through the armor with her now bloody red skin, simmering from the heat impacting her skin. Each whip more painful than the last. But she seemed thick skinned, determined to strike a final blow as she grabs the whip and kicks her off her standing, falling down together through the fiery smoke and into the dirt below. The dirt greeting the both harshly as she hears loud thuds thundering in her fall. Blowing through the smoke and into the flames.

"How? How is it you still have strength? It should have been drained from your body by now!"

She looks up to see the lady barely able stand up her feet, her whip seemingly not by her side. Has it been destroyed? She couldn't tell. But even she was not in good shape not even having any strength as a powerless woman. Her back ached whenever she tried to stand, her arm and chest slashed beyond believe, burning red. But that couldn't be stated as the worse. She moved her neck, but each twist and turn became an everlasting wince. It's infected wound had probably becoming worse upon contact. If only Scary Beanstalk was around...

She slowly got herself up, her unwavering spirit weakening by every ailment haunting her. Seemingly attempting to throw her back into the ground and surrender. She limped up to her level. Her silhouette amongst the flames riddling the walls was like the rebirth of a devil. Her posture a wild animal on the hunt as her hands seemed like large claws ready to make mince meat against her in this unfair match up.

She knows the guards might be attempting to rush in to help her. She slowly looks at the beast, attempting to not injure herself as she scowling back in defence at her frail body. She didn't have time.

"You dare do make me lose my whip. Well then, you shall finally know the reason why I'm the warden!"

She took off her cap, showcasing her rather long blonde hair tied up to a bun, staring and moving aggressively. Her hands ready to pounce with her hands covered, immediately jumping into the air and running right to her face, attempting to punch her in the chest. She felt confident, ready to hit her with a single pounce. But the horror on her face was exemplified with the lack of Energy Breaker in her face.

"Could it be?"

She turns around, rather fearful being exposed to her right as she feels a large kick of smelly soles and energetic trauma. Sending her straight into the air and onto a wall. Barely knocking her unconscious as cracks riddled her impact. She was extremely hurt, but she wasn't surprised.

"You ain't seen nothing yet!"

With an unwavering grunt, she attempts to attack once again. Lunging at the rather weak lady only to be thrown onto the grass which imploded upon impact. The dirt and ants flying about from what seemed like a large explosion. Immediately crawling on the warden who wanted to scream. But each impact from her has hurt her significantly.

"As a warden, you aren't doing a very good job. This isn't your job, is it?"

She looked on frightened, attempting to get herself and the insects off her chest as she watched Energy Breaker slowly walk up to her position, cracking her knuckles, each of which seemed to piss herself off even more. Grabbing her armor sluggishly like a rag doll and bringing her eye to eye at her now dark and grim face. Tired of her constant fighting and torture methods with her scars seemingly ageing her drastically. Unlike a young jovial hero people think of but a tried soldier who had seen everything.

"Explain yourself who ordered you to treat us like that? As an initiator, I know what I had done. But this torture method seriously does not justify my flawed actions."

She pulled her closer to her face, every breath trickling the warden's senses. Broken and perverted like her previous actions. Her eyes widened, frightened at the change of heart. She grabbed her fists hoping she can spare her, absolutely outmatched on every front. But such a plan never came into fruition at the feeling of a cold, heartless barrel directly pointed at her head. She heard her tongue lick what seemed to be the remaining amounts of oatmeal. Her signs of corruption beginning to show.

"Explain yourself. Or else. You should know what it is."

Hearing her cold voice, she couldn't feel any sense of fear or remorse. Absolutely bold and done with what seemed like a system of trouble. She sighed, resigning herself in failure. Responding calmly though it was filled with some dejection and disappointment.

"Look, you had become too influential, they need to keep you in ch-"

Shane looked at her, on the verge of snapping as she leans to her ears, rather unemotional and coarse and firm to the touch as she put down her hand.

"WHO."

"The US... The UK... You know the allies... along with your organisation..."

She let go of her grasp, watching her fall to the ground like a child, rather unimpressed yet stunned at the response. Unable to comprehend the number of people wanting her and her friend. The Light of Men? Her company... How could they do such a thing? How could they set her up?

"Specifically Guy Nammer wants you locked up... that flammable chemical you were given then... was deemed too strong and dangerous..."

She looks back at her, upset at the juncture she had been put in, left to rot by the organization who took care of her. She looks at the night sky, tainted and burning from the parasites plaguing the planet. With a groan of pain in her chest. Her powers gone for good, she peers up to see the warden's whip, hardly destroyed in the flames. She grunted, kindly tossing it away into the flames as she leaves. Ignorant incredibly unhinged yet calm behavior, entering through the flames and the darkness which embraced her in the burning fortress.

"He is so going to kill me..."