"Dammit." Anarchy growled as she pressed her back to the door of a room she'd taken shelter in as footsteps sounded from just the other side; running up and down the hallways as they voices called out to search every room and find the Killjoy, which was her.
Breathing hard, she pulled herself away and looked for some place to hide, something the could shove her small form into or conceal herself behind in case they came in here. Grabbing some chairs to move, she then realized how badly had hands were shaking as she tried to get a grip on their cold metal forms. Pulling them back, she pressed her open palms to her temples and tried her hardest to not scream, not make any sound at all as she felt hot tears sting her eyes.
Images were still there in her head, a horrible movie that played on a never ending reel. Over and over she would see PartyPoison fall to Korse, who would watchin silent glee and the red headed killjoy slid to the floor, back against the wall. KobraKid would then scream and run to his brother, firing and wounding Korse's leg, but it wouldn't matter as the Scarecrow's came in and shot him down in his rage. After that, it was a whirl as JetStar and FunGhoul tried to escape; ToxicAnarchy watched in horror from her spot, pinned down by several fallen bodies of Dracs . Ghoul told JetStar to go, he'd hold them back as he tried to escape with Sunny, the girl they came here to save. He too fell, but not after standing as long as his body would allow him, taking as many as he could to give JetStar a chance. As Dracs and Scarecrows alike rushed out the doors, Anarchy fallowed and watched as her last friend was shot down. As they closed in on Sunny, she made a move to try and help the poor girl, but Dr. DeathDefy came rolling up, ShowPony driving the van with LadyBoy holding the flocking Dracs off long enough for them to get Sunny and leave.
Don't cry now, dammit! Poison would scold her for that, you must be absolutely quiet. Bucking up, she went and moved stuff around, but found nothing useful or large enough to help hide her. Sighing, she would realize there was nothing around it, she would have to use, that, to get out of here. This came as natural now as breathing, Anarchy faded into the scenery seamlessly and left no trace of herself; even her clothes and gear went with her. Now she was invisible, hidden from the world, something she never liked to do, because of the risk. Nervously she listened for any movement outside the door before she opened it and went out.
Anarchy walked slowly, her ray gun drawn as she looked down the halls, looking for the way out. When she ran from the scene downstairs she hadn't paid attention as to where she was going, now she was left as a mouse in a maze of halls. On the wall were wanted posters, they caught her eye, it was her team. Looking around, to make sure no one was around, she tore a few down, one of each fallen comarade as she allowed herself the smallest of room to cry. Tears slid down her dirty, blood stained cheeks as she folded the pictures up small and put them in her pocket; this would be the only surviving image she had of Poison and the others, ones of them not being gunned down. Suddenly she heard voices, footsteps, people were coming. There was no way around them, there were too many for her to bypass and running back to where she had came from wouldn't be the best idea, she could run into another sweep of them. Panicked, she glanced around and noticed a door, just slightly ajar, something she could slip through and close quietly.
The room was dark, Anarchy huffed as she would try to maneuver her way through the darkness, hopefully not knock anything over. Feeling along the wall, a light switch came underhand; she flicked the lights in and found herself rooming with some big, clunky machine. Frowning, she couldn't help but inspect it. The technology looked a little older than what was offered here. Kneeling down she looked and found a curious name on the side, slightly worn away, but still readable. Luthor Corp. This piece of machinery was from the pre-BL/Ind era.
There was something about the structure of the machine that made her want to touch it, for some reason, and she didn't know why. The metal was cold and smooth, it was a strange skeletal form, more bulkier than technology was now. Suddenly outside the door there was a loud banging noise. Anarchy jumped and spun, a Drac was standing there in the room now, but he still couldn't see her, Anarchy was still invisible. Instead of leaving, he moved through the room, advancing towards her, which made her freak. He couldn't see her, he shouldn't have, and he didn't. It seemed he was checking on the machine, which she was now perching on; if he ran into her she would be found out. The Drac messed with a control pannel on it, then promptly left, flicking the lights off as he went.
Anarchy sighed in relief as she went to blindly get down from her position, crying out she fell down the side and landed with a thump on the floor. Groaning she went to pick herself up, hissing in pain as she touched the would on her side she had gotten; a Drac had gotten lucky and tagged her in the melee. Sitting there in the darkness, it was easy to see the glow the machine was now giving off. She had hit something with her foot on her fall down, the machine was on. Jumping to her feet she ran over and tried to turn it off, but it was too complex for her, too many buttons and strange symbols, so she was just jabbing and pressing at random. Suddenly it seemed the machine turned off, she sighed happily, until it came back on and a blue light blinded her.....
Donna groaned as she went to make some more faxes, there was always faxing to do. Moving to the room, she grabbed the door's handle and realized it was hot, and there was a light humming. Suddenly the door busted open and a neon hair girl ran by, knocking her to the floor. She screamed, the mystery girl looked surprised to see her, as much as she was to be knocked flat on her butt. She looked like a civilian, no civilians should be here, which was a bad thing. Donna found herself calling for Security, and before her eyes the girl disappeared just before the security personal came....
Running down the hall, Anarchy was trying to make sense of this. Where was she now? What the hell had happened to her? Had she blacked out and woken up here? Or was this just another piece of the BL/Ind building she hadn't seen before as a child? Finding a staircase, she ran down flight after flight, until she came to the last flight and pushed the door open that was nested at the bottom.
There were a set of doors, she ran to them through a lobby like place, hopelessly confused to her surroundings. Half way there a shock of pain went through her; warm liquid went down her side. The pain was so sudden that it made her drop her shield, she was visible now. Several people gasped, cried out, Anarchy had the same reaction as she bolted for the doors. Outside she ran; some kind of alarm or siren was heard coming to her, as she pushed past people she regained her ability to made herself invisible once again. Nothing was the same, this wasn't Battery City, this wasn't her era anymore....
