The World that Never Was [Training]

The night was hot as hell, and the apartment was a fucking mess. It didn't belong to her. Nothing belonged to her, she just took it. Took whatever she ever wanted. That's how life was now, with the symbiote integrated into her body. Day by day she became less human, and soon enough, she would most likely become something that wasn't human at all. With an annoyed side, the speedster would be flicking through channels at an accelerated pace. Nothing interesting was on. Nothing at all. Infact, she tossed the remote over her shoulder in a nonchalant movement. The actual remote would hit off the head of a man frozen in time, thanks to Tara's steal speed. She had broken into his apartment and froze him in time, using his home as her own for the night. But the good thing about being symbiote infused was this. Even though her human side slept, the symbiote kept a watch over her body. And although the symbiote was a leech slowly draining her life and energy, she kept it at bay by feeding it energy constructs in her stead. It wasn't the same as a life source, but it still got the energy it needed to keep it from draining her any longer. Pushing herself from the couch, Tara would head into the man's kitchen where is wife would be in the middle of cooking. Well, frozen in time, but still cooking. She was in the middle of cutting some green peppers over a cutting board, and Tara would reach over her shoulder and grab a slice. Placing the green pepper on her tongue, she'd bring it into her mouth and take a few bites. "Urk, needs more freaking salt." The woman would slap the remainder of the peppers on the ground, and opened the fridge. Nothing good..Well, one thing. A good looking club sandwich. That would work in her time of need.

Meanwhile outside the building, a swat team would be surrounding the area. The woman who was terrorizing the people across the globe needed to be stopped. They had no answer to how she stole the speed from various objects and items, but the people who were affected was lost. They were nothing but statues and even the best of the scientists couldn't bring them out the permanent stasis they were currently trapped in. Tara had literally drained them of their speed and transferred it all to herself. In fact, she could feel their energy coursing through her veins. They belonged to her now. The swat team knew they'd need to take her alive if they were to have any hope of restoring more than fifty percent of the world from a permanent stasis. They began to pour into the building, following the trail of destruction to the room the Terror was currently residing in. Kicking down the door, the swat would swarm the room to see the speedster sitting on the couch, chewing the sandwich nonchalantly. Her dark eyes were focused on the group of people, as a slight smirk was on her face. "Want to see a magic trick? I'm really good at it. Come closer, I'll show you." The woman lifted a hand and wagged a finger towards the closest swat member. The man click his gun and shot a small three round burst towards the woman. In a blink of an eye, she was gone and the bullets missed. Looking around, the officer would look towards the kitchen where the woman was sitting the counter playing with her nails. "Testy Testy, Mr. Swat Guy. Watch where you're pointing that cannon there."" She took one more bite of her sandwich before dashing through the officers and blowing them all out of the way. Making her way down to the street level, she'd slam through the front door to see the officers surrounding her with PT cruisers and various other high speed vehicles. Even a helicopter had a lock on her. Giving a salute to the troops, she'd raise her hands with a smile. "How many times are we going to do this same dance? And I thought it took two to tango. This is a whole army, Hahaha! Would this count as the joke being on me? HAHAAHAHAH!" The woman gave a maniacal grin before suddenly dashing to the right, and heading down the street.

The cars followed behind the speedster flawlessly, and she simply back pedaled while looking at them. Laughing out loud with her maniacal shriek, the woman turned and slowed down suddenly. This allowed the cops to pull up beside her where she'd vibrate a limb and punch into their doors. Once piercing the doors, she'd vibrate faster and cause the very door to explode and send the officers spiraling off the road and into various walls and buildings. Laughing into the air, the woman's clothes would expand over her body and cover her in the symbiote suit. Extending a limb, she'd shoot it up towards a lamp post and swing up towards the helicopter attempting to tail her. Latching onto the railing with a tendril, she'd begin to pull the helicopter down towards the streets. The helicopter would pull and tug, yanking her up towards it and into the side. The remaining swat would watch down below as maniacal laughs would be heard from the copter, as screams paid the chaos justice. The bird began to spiral out of control and down towards the streets. Terror would jump out the side and stab into the side of a building while the copter crashed and burned down onto the street level. Laughing, she'd climb up the wall with super speed, and up and over onto the rooftop. "Well that dance didn't end so well..hahah.." The pale skinned woman would laugh to herself, as she dashed off at super speeds to head towards the next town. Little did Tara know, someone was watching her in action on the television. Someone who held much hate and contempt for her. Alot of people hated her. She caused nothing but chaos and anarchy. Not even her fellow villains liked her, because atleast they had some type of goal. She, on the other hand, had no motives. No goals. She did what she wanted, and caused chaos for all types of people. Good and Bad. This was just the start to her reign..By the time she was done, it was likely that the whole planet would be frozen over with her as the only moving human alive. And once she was done with her, what would she do then? Head to other planets and repeat the process as the ultimate speed thief.

Throwing a remote control into the television, the mysterious figure cursed under their breath. Another attempt at catching the speedster came to an abrupt end. No matter how many times they tried to get a jump on her, she was always slightly ahead. The world looked in slow motion to her, and the only way they would catch her is if she was sleeping. When she slept, she was just as fast as everyone else. That was the time to strike, correct? Well, they would find themselves wrong. Even when she slept, eyes were watching. They were always watching. The symbiote couldn't have chosen a better partner when it latched onto Tara. An insecure mind to wash, and a fit body to control. It was only a matter of time before it adapted enough into her, where they would completely become integrated.

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Whooooosh! The yellow bullet shot through the skies like a blur as she followed the map in her hand. The destination was some small town in the middle of nowhere. To think some red neck blonde would end up putting the world in terror. Did she have daddy issues? Maybe a sad broken home when a child? That was no excuse for her to travel around and wreck havoc like the world belonged to her. Heroes were rare these days, but the saying was so ever clear. Heroes weren't born, they were made. This was her first real flight, but wouldn't be the last. Angel had a reason and a goal that needed her to step up to the plate and become that new hero. These were the thoughts rushing through her head as she finally reached her destination. Being new to the whole long range flight thing, she came down shaky, bumping into various trees and finally landing on her face outside the old broken down lab. Picking herself up, she dusted herself off and spit abit of dirt from her lips. "I should really work on that landing of mine. It could use some real work.." The girl spoke with her usual bubbly tone as her wing would flap and blow any remaining dirt from her legs. Looking at map, she would slowly walk towards the building and press the broken door with her arm. When finally entering the building, she stopped and looked around. It was trashed beyond recognition. Moving through the building, she held onto her satchel and searched the area with her keen blue eyes. Spider webs, destroyed walls, and everything you could imagine, was in this hell hole. She tried to flick on the lights, and the bulb shattered the moment any electricity surge through it. Her hopes of finding anything about the woman was low, but she would search through the entire building if she had too. Walking into the stairway, she'd see that the stairs had been destroyed through. Lifting herself from the ground, the girl would fly up through the staircase and towards the top floor of the building. The door was locked, so she would have to fly back and then forward, kicking the door down and flying into the room.

Rolling into the room, the girl would slowly raise up and look around. It seemed like she found the main section of the man's lab. On the wall was a pod sealed off. A switch was next to it...and next to that was a table with various notebooks thrown around, and scorch marks. Walking up to the desk, the girl would rub her hand against the marks on the steel. Apparently someone was trying to burn whatever research was kept it. Telling from the condition of the lab, they destroyed most of anything that could be used. Using her wing to blow the dust off the steel chair infront of the desk, she'd take a seat and start to look through the notebooks. Most of the stuff she didn't understand. She was an average child, not a super genius. Well maybe not average. She did have a wing growing out of her hip, and could also fly faster than most air crafts at her top speed. Opening a folder, Angel would tilt her head. The writing was smeared and hard to read, but the pictures were still in place. Though she had no expansive knowledge of DNA she did understand what a strand looked like. This one looked altered, as though the scientist who once worked in the lab were experimenting on human DNA. Though, this was assumption, not fact. Angel would flip the page to learn more, and on the next page would be a picture of a young blonde in a wheelchair. The blonde looked depressed and that was an understatement. Angel would flip the page once more, this time it showed words that could actually be read. Sliding her finger across the old written words, Eclair would begin to speak to herself. "...The Strong Project...Taking the human cells from a young female test subject, and holding mutants against their will in the facility. With these mutants, various experiments would be done to them to develop a man made gene." A man made "X" gene, that would be used on the young girl in the chair. She had some disease where she couldn't walk. Now she was the fastes human on the planet Earth. Well, Angel would beg to differ. If anyone would catch this.."Strong"...person, it would be her. That wasn't the issue here, however.

Flipping the page, the mutant began to read on. "After crafting the man made gene, the head scientist, a "Mr. Strong", would use this to treat his crippled daughter. The results were more than pleasant. His daughter made a full recovery over night, being able to not only stand, but run. To his surprise, she could run faster than anything he had ever seen...Perhaps the fastest girl alive. Tara Strong had made a full recovery..." Eclair's face would drop, and her expression would become darker. She hadn't noticed, but her hands began to crumple the paper. "This guy created this monster? I know a father's love is strong, but this is bullshit!" The girl tossed the notebook off the table and hit the switch on the wall. To her surprise, the lights would begin to flicker on in the room, and the closed pod would slowly open to display a suit. A yellow suit with red designs. Walking up to the pod, the young girl would place her hand against the glass before it slid open automatically...And then on an old voice recording, the father's voice began to speak coherently.

"T-T-Tara, I hope you find this suit, and I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I got t-t-t-too wrapped in my research." The recording was obviously damaged, as the voice kept cutting in and out on certain words. "I left this suit as my legacy. As my and your mother's legacy. It's to help you control your powers. I-I-I see great things for you in the future Tara. You're going to make a positive change on this world. Make us proud, my daught-ZRRRZZR.." The recording ended, and Angel was left standing there, staring at the suit. "Help control...abilities?" The slight hesitation and the shortening of breath...Heroes weren't born, they were made...right?

The sun hung high in the sky in London. It was time for a gathering. A gathering of Olympic soldiers preparing to race for the gold. The people stretched their limbs and did practice jogs back and forth in their area. It was obviously going to start soon, and the crowd was going wild and crazy. These were racers from all across the globe coming together for one reason. To run and see who was the world's fastest human. The racers took their stances on the line, hoisting themselves into the right position as a man standing on a high stand raised a gun. The moment it shot off, a golden blur shot pass the racers and sent them flying. At high speeds, the blur ran circles around the track in under two seconds before suddenly stopping and posing for the crowd. "TARA STRONG! WORLD'S FASTEST HUMAN!" Bowing her head, all she heard was boos from the crowd as she kept her maniacal smile plastered upon her face. The men and women in the stands threw various food products down towards the woman, and Tara did nothing but put her hands to her ears. She didn't cover them. No, instead she was doing a classic football taunt, telling the crowd to raise their voices because she simply couldn't hear them. Oh man was she hated, and she loved it! Of course all fun things had to come to an end, and this would be the time to ruin this competition she wasn't invited too. In a bright flash of light, she was gone in a blink of an eye, and was nothing but a blur as the entire stadium began to get ripped apart by the seems. People began stampeding to the exit to get out of the destruction as maniacal laughs spread throughout the stadium as it slowly came down on itself. In no time at all, the entire stadium had been ran through, and Tara Strong, also known as Terror, was back to the center of the stadium with both hands on her hips. Suddenly the lights began to dim, and to her surprise, four masked people appeared. They all were dressed similar to one another, and even chose the same type of weaponry to use. It was obvious they were from the same organization. Little did Tara Strong know, they were actually from the Order of the Black Rose. A platoon that wasn't led by Larah Sa'l Ghar that was ordered to take her down at all costs. Here they were, ready to end the speedster's reign, and Terror could do nothing but cross her arms and begin to laugh. "This world is getting pretty desperate to deal with me if they had to hire some thugs like you guys. It would be funny if it wasn't so sad...But ya know? I'll laugh anyway! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" The woman began to laugh as the black symbiote suit began to come across her body slowly. The first Assassin would launch from the ground, flipping wildly, before coming down with a slash towards Terror's torso. The speedster would use a tendril to grab the Assassin out of mid-air and send them flying into another Assassin that was currently positioned behind the young woman. During this time, another Assassin would charge her, sending out a series of punches and kicks, and the Speedster side stepped, ducked, and parried the majority of them. Suddenly she would super grab the Assassin, and palm her face with her right hand, draining the speed from the woman's body and turning her into a statue. Swinging that very arm, she'd send the Assassin flying into the one aiming at her with what appeared to be some kind of bow gun. The arrow would stab into the back of the frozen woman as two Assassins came at Tara from the other side. Where the woman lacked in combat, she made up in speed and power. And with the symbiote on her side, she really didn't need to be a major force behind the actions.

The combat would go on for a short while, and once it was done, each Assassin would be laid out on the ground around the symbiote host with their heads slammed into the turf. Walking over to the last Assassin, Terror Strong would begin to search him, and would find a very strange black rose as a part of his gear. Tilting her head, she'd examine the rose with questioning eyes. "Strange to say the least." The speedster would keep the rose before walking towards the door. "Well this was a fun little party, but it's time for me to head out. I hope you all don't wait up on me. Ciao, losers." And just like that, she was gone in a flash and leaving the stadium. She'd need to find someone who could tell her more about the flower the Assassins carried and where she could find them. They had just started a war they would not win, and she would be sure to be the victor. Heading from London, she'd hit the waves and begin to run back towards the states. She didn't know Europe that well, and only went because of the olympics. Now after that little ambush she knew she'd need to pay a few visits to some old friends. Well, "friends." Terror Strong was probably one of the most hated females of her time. It was almost hard to believe she used to be an innocent blonde girl who was so shy and conservative. Now she was making the world her literal play pin, and doing whatever the hell she wanted. As she ran across the water, she placed a hand against the waves. For some reason, the idea simply came to her, before suddenly boosting off faster than before, and heading thirteen miles per hour, and leaving a water trail behind her, desperately trying to keep up with her immense speed. Tara Strong regretted killed each Assassin. They would have had their use alive, with alittle persuading to her side. With so much power, surely people called her a control freak. But she just thought of herself as a freak...A freak that could do whatever the hell she ever wanted. With one final burst of speed and a maniacal smile on her face, Terror Strong would laugh in the air as she dashed off without a care in the world!

Coming up to the shores, she'd burst straight through the beaches, smashing through people at her current rate of speed and making blood fly. The screams were like music to her ears, as she continued her mad dash through the streets. The madness had finally returned to the states and boy did she have work to do...Just another day as the fastest woman alive.