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The Multiverse » Arcs » A fight between Randin Kaye, and Marlene Angel

A fight between Randin Kaye, and Marlene Angle turns into a bloody crucifixion.

As written by: Nemo, barney_fife


29 pieces and 4 characters involved, written by 2 different authors.

1 places involved




So begins...

A fight between Randin Kaye, and Marlene Angel


ArgosSetting: Argos


"Sounds good," Randin nodded, taking a breath and assuming a seat in a nearby chair. There was a nervous anxiety in his stomach... a slight stirring in his chest that the detective had once been familiar with. Years of police force in the most corrupt and dangerous city in the world had beaten most of the jitters out of Randin in good time. Faced with the prospect of losing a woman he loved suddenly re-ignited an ancient tepidity in the stern officer.

"Promise me one thing, Mollem," Randin sighed, "...don't... don't tell her what I've told you. Not yet. Let me tell her." He nodded. He briefly considered making up a lie as to why Mollem was here, but quickly dismissed the idea. No more deceit. "You can tell her you're here at my behest, but don't tell her all the details. At most, you can say you don't know. That wouldn't be too far from the truth." The detective reclined into his seat. "Remember, she's going to be fragile. She really needs someone to fall back on. I'm not sure if that someone can be you, but I don't have any other ideas." He smirked. "...unless you feel like calling Raphael down here for a mommy-son comfort session?"
Like Marlene had bluffed, when Randin had returned to Argos he would see a plume of thick black smoke ascending up over the horizon on the other side of the city. However, upon further inspection it would be quite evident the house wasn't burning. Legionaries were out keeping order, and Marlene was seen burning clothing, and other items, crying, screaming and swearing in Anquietas. Among all this, a storm was rolling in from the west, thunder claps crackling in the skies, and the storm's approach evident.
Randin approached the scene, expecting the worst. The detective's face went from horrified to confused to visibly exhausted in a matter of seconds, watching Marlene rage about the fire like a woman gone mad. In many ways, she was.

"Marlene..." Randin groaned once he was near enough. His dress shirt was rolled at the sleeves, his duster folded over his forearm with his hat. "...what is this? Are we conducting a tribal raindance, or are you just throwing a fit?" The officer wrested one of his hands on his gunbelt. He eyed the grim-faced Legionaries suspiciously. "Can we please douse this flame before our Argosian muscle-men blow an artery? Unless you wanted to have this conversation via signal-fire, I don't think either of us are going to get much talking in."
Marlene Angel quickly pulled out her Disruptor and she pointed it, firing it at Randin like a wild woman, green bolts of light caused the Argosian legionaires, normally well disciplined men to jump and reach for their blades, but they did not move. They didn't move as bolts of light liquefied the ground at Randin's feet, leaving deep glowing orange pockmarks. Marlene continued to fire wildly until the Disruptor overheated, in which she proceeded to hurl it at Randin.

"Frak Ari! I want to slit that woman's throat!" Marlene howled, tossing a crudely made edifice of the woman into the fire.

"What does that bitch have that I don't!?" Marlene screamed, throwing more clothing into the blaze.

"For Zeus' sake her snatch smells like a frakkin sewer!"
"Marlene I think we ne-HOLYSHIT!" Randin dove for cover, strobes of green energy blurring past his face and feet. For all of five seconds, the detective legitimately thought he was going to die. By the grace of God, the wretched gun overheated, and the officer managed to snatch it out of the air before it could hit him in the face.

"This isn't about Ari, Marlene..." the detective growled. This was ridiculous. Angel had gone full-blown haywire. She was as much of a danger to herself as she was to the people around them. She needed to be stopped. Immediately.

Randin weighed his options. He considered talking to Marlene. He thought about engaging in a long, romantic conversation with her over the roaring flames as he pleaded with her to calm down and accept his apology. There would be tears. There would be a deep, heartfelt emotional breakdown as both of them finally saw past their flaws and learned to accept things as they really were. The fire would die, and the two of them would retreat inside for a night of passionate lovemaking.

Randin of course, intended to do none of these things. It wouldn't work. Marlene was a crazy bitch. Crazy bitches must be tackled to the ground.

And so, breaking out into a dead-on sprint, the officer wordlessly charged the enraged woman, attempting to slam into her while her back was turned and pin her into the grass.
Marlene Angel saw as Randin lunged and ran towards her, as he charged her she sidestepped and moved to the right, likely resulting in him blowing past her. "Bullshit!" She screamed, the flames roaring and more villagers, a handful of Taiyou soldiers, and more Legionaries began to gather around the house and the fire.

They talked to eachother in Latin, and the Taiyou of course discussed the situation in their native language, there was discussions and an occasional giggle. Marlene had stared defiantly at Randin. "You forget I'm a trained agent of the LDA." She said, seeing the Disruptor on the ground, she lunged for it, rolling to the weapon and firing wildly, one of the bolts searing towards a legionaire, impacting his shield with a deafening 'twang' before bouncing from the magnetically stabilized nanosteel, and impacting a shield resting against a wall, splintering the wooden shield. Something was said about Taiyou metallurgy that night.
"Would you put the fucking gun down?!" Randin growled, "look Marlene, either you calm down, or we're going to beat the shit out of eachother until one of us passes out! We've done it before!" He raced towards one of the Legionares. "Gimme' that fucking shield! Hurry! HURRY GODDAMNIT!"
The Legionaire huffed as Randin ran towards him, and shoved his shield forward to aim at shoving Randin away from him. "It's your fight." He said coldly, before backing up a couple steps, and staring at the woman. "She'll run out of ammunition eventually. Hope this Ari chick was worth it in my opinion." The Legionary chimed, and Marlene glared at Randin, leveling the Disruptor on him.

"Dance mother frakker!" She barked, firing the weapon down at his feet before it made an audible beep, and the microfusion cell popped out, Marlene proceeded to quickly reload.
Randin D. Kaye sharply gave the Legionare the finger before turning back to Marlene. The moment the girl was out of ammo, Randin made his move. She was too far away to charge her again, but for a split second, she was incapable of harming him.

Randin's hands blurred down to his gunbelt, his nimble fingers retrieving a small, standard-issue WCPD taser. Rather then waste time moving in range to zap Marlene, Randin simply threw the device, allowing the gadget to plop into the grass several feet away from Angel.

Although capable of delivering a powerful shock when need be, Randin's taser also exploded violently when the capacitor battery was sufficiently disturbed. The blast was both powerful and blindingly bright. Bringing one of his magnums around, the detective took aim and fired at the device with uncanny accuracy. His sleeve was over his eyes as he pulled the trigger.

Although Randin had positioned the taser far enough away from Marlene so as not to inflict any serious damage on her, the shockwave of the explosion would likely send her sprawling to her feet. The flash would almost certainly blind her. Either way, Marlene was hopefully incapacitated one way or another at this point.
Marlene Angel had been caught by suprise in the sudden flash of light as she reloaded the microfusion cell into her weapon, her eyes had been damaged and her world had gone black. "You rat bastard!" She screamed, stumbling back on her butt, she fumbled with the Disruptor and simply tossed it in a random direction. "You're going to pay for this, Legionaries!" She screamed, and the Argosian Legionaries sprung into action, two of them approaching Randin and two more approaching Marlene. One of them grabbed his spear and pointed it outwards. "That's enough, get on your knees." He ordered, while several more Legionaries and the local Decanus were seen coming up the road. Marlene had her hands outstretched and trying to grope at air.

"I think we've had enough, wouldn't you think?" The Decanus said, shaking his head. "What's going on here?"
"What, you've never been shot at with an energy pistol by your wife before?" Randin growled at the Decanus. He refused to kneel, standing angrily amidst the soldiers.

"Don't touch her," Randin spat, "she's not in the right mind. This is our conflict, no?"
The Fight had carried on for several moments, that was until Livia decided it was time to break it up. Randin and Marlene were both charged by a pair of Legionaries and quickly separated and restrained. Livia slowly approached Randin and narrowed her eyes, Marlene had taken the bad end of the fight, and Livia was glaring at the officer. "Beating your wife?" She said, before she gestured to the Legionary.

"Accipite eum puniri." She called out, the Legion nodding and escorting Randin through the streets of the city, Marlene being carried off to another part of the City as Livia walked with them.

Dragged through the city as the sun began to set, Randin was led to a large courtyard, a single post a foot taller than the average human was seen, with a metal loop and chains with two wrist irons.

The two Legions quickly moved to shackle him, and if Randin had any idea what Roman culture was like, he could probably tell what was coming next.
"This is ridiculous, Livia," Randin growled at the Legata as he was shackled, "you and I both know this is a misunderstanding. Hell, this whole thing was YOUR fault to begin with." The detective stepped forward, straining against his shackles as he looked down at the pompous soldier. "Why don't we drop the charges? This won't change a thing. All it'll do is put a few extra stripes on my back."
There was talking in Latin, two Argosian legions trotting in, drunk and stinking of wine and booze. Livia stood back, before she turned to the man who was going to administer the punishment.

"Suus fac quod poena punitur, non occidere." She said, before she turned to leave, leaving Randin by himself, Livia turning as people talked among each-other in Latin.

"Utere clava." The Punisher said, and the two Legions both grabbed what looked like wooden switches, flexible wooden sticks, the man then sat back down in his chair, and gestured his hand. The two men tore Randin's shirt from his back, exposing it to the men, and the beating commenced.

"UNUM!" And the club was swiftly brought down across Randin's back.

"Duo!" Again, the second lash struck the man's back.

"Tria!" And another crack of the stick followed it's connection, while Livia stood there, satisfied almost.

Several painful minutes droned on, and Randin would have been beaten during that course.

"Treginta Unum!" The man called out, and Livia held out her hand.

"Satis... uti flagello." She said, and the men laughed and carried on, before one of them picked up what looked like a cat o nine, but with bits of lead, glass, and razors embedded in the leather.

"Flagellum?" The Man asked, and then he jingled it in Randin's face.

"Vos volo flagellum? Hic, degustatum gustus!"
The detective simply bowed his head as Livia walked away, anger festering in his eyes as he gripped the stump. This wasn't right. This wasn't fair. But ranting and screaming about it wasn't going to help him in the least bit. His shirt was stripped, the cool night air gently caressing his knotted muscles; a brief respite against the pain to come. Closing his eyes, the officer resolved to wait out this torment. It would just be pain. Randin was no stranger to pain. He would handle this just like every other misfortune in his life: in-stride and with a flurry of cusses hanging off the end of his tongue.

The first blow struck.

Randin grunted, the stick lashing against his back and marking the flesh. For a moment, the detective thought he would be allowed a brief instant of recuperation after the strike. But just as he'd finished telling himself that this wasn't so bad... the second came. Then the third. And the fourth.

The pain only increased, of course. Bloody hash-marks licked into Randin's flesh. His broad-back welted and pussed, sanguine rivuletes of blood trickling down his waist to his legs. After the twelfth, Randin cried out; a deep, angry roar amidst the torment of his body. He was in a considerably ammount of pain, yes... but that was not what was bothering Randin. It was as he had said: he'd had pain before. He was no stranger to torture. It was the humiliation that grabbed at Randin. The sheer act of being unjustly punished by a cruel captor and the knowledge that he couldn't stop her was more torment to Randin then anything else.

At the twentieth lash, Randin permitted himself to open his eyes, forcing himself to take tally of his body. He was soaked head-to-toe in sweat, and whatever was not coated in his perspiration was drenched in blood. His body was prone to uncontrollable shaking and his fingers refused to unclench themselves. He was beginning to fade in and out of consciousness. (...)
Randin groaned. Perhaps he would pass out. He certainly hoped he would. He could feel the hazy pull of oblivion calling to him just beyond the edges of his psyche. Just last mental step forward... all of this pain would end...

And then Randin looked up.

He saw Livia sitting there. A shit-eating smile on her face. He saw the gawking civilians. He saw their wine and their food and their general amusement at the hideous torture of another human being. This is what they wanted. Humiliation. Obliteration. Locking eyes with Livia, the detective realized that this was PRECISELY what the cruel Legata had desired all-along. The complete spiritual destruction of Randin Kaye. Only then would Caesarius be satisfied in her vengeance. Only then would she be content.

Stretched out across that pole, bloody, broken and beaten half-to-death, Randin was suddenly re-acquainted with a familiar emotion. He'd felt it once before on Niihama, confronted with an army of pedophiles and murderers. He'd felt it again back in Wing City, facing down a demon who was arguably the incarnation of everything cruel and evil in the world. It was raw, untempered anger; the sort of iron defiance that only a mortal man is capable of. In that moment, Randin knew that he HAD to fight. Chained down and without use of his body or no, the proud Terran was not about to let this Argosian bitch strip him of his pride. (...)
The next blow fell.

"VIGINTA UNUS!" Randin roared, his voice even louder then those of the soldiers. His voice, though pained and weary, held all the same defiant same defiant steel of a man who refused to shut up and die.

"VIGINTA DUO!" he barked even louder this time. And so it continued. Twenty-three. Twenty-four. All the the way to thirty-one. Not once did Randin falter. Not once did the detective stumble over his resolve. He fought the pain at every step, glaring Livia in the eye and refusing the Argosian civilians the satisifaction of a submissive captive.

"Satis... uti flagello."

Randin roared like a beast against his chains.

"Percutis me!" he raged at Livia, loud enough for every spectator to hear, "do it, bitch! Canis! Meretrix! Corrupta miles!"
Glared at Randin with contempt, sheer contempt that this didn't break him. She had hoped that punishing him like this would break him, end his rebellious streak. Livia stood there and contemplated her next actions. She stood there and stared at him as they prepared to strike him with the scourge.

Livia nodded to the Punisher, and the Punisher nodded solemnly.

"Unum!" The Argosian shouted, and the first scourge lash was brought across Randin's back, the glass, lead weight, leather and razor blades likely digging into the flesh, tearing it to ribbons like the scratch of a large cat.

"Duo!" The shouted, and the Scourge was brought across Randin's back once more, a loud crack signalling the whip.

"Tria!" Again and again the Scourge was brought across his back. Livia continued to sit there, hoping to break him, hoping the pain and humiliation would break him, as civilians and onlookers hurled food and vinegar soaked sponges at Randin, which would only make the pain worse.

"Duodeviginti!" By now Randin would have been bleeding profusely, and the Punisher held up his hand. "Satis." He said out loud, the two men stopping their scourging while Livia turned to the Legionaries.

"Liberet eum." She said, and the two Legionaries approached him, undoing the wrist irons and letting him fall or stand on his own strength.

"Crucis affixus eum volo." She said aloud, and the Legionaries laughed and carried on.

"Extra civitatem in tumulum hunc et crucifigite." She ordered, and the Men let Randin rest, before one of them lashed at him with his Scourge.

"In pedibus tuis!" He barked, before spitting on Randin, a pair of Legionaries moving to chain him up and pull him to his feet.

"Incedunt!" He barked, while another jabbed his spear, to poke but not wound.
As the flurry of whips came down on Randin, the detective found himself sapped of his strength. Unable to shout any longer, the detective merely glared at Livia, the pure hatred in his eyes only increasing with each agonizing lash.

When at last the officer was let go, he merely slumped to the ground, his back laced with deep gashes and scars. His fingers groped at the dirt.

Randin was unable to offer so much as a fist of resistance towards the Legionaries as they manhandled him. He had no control over his body, and was almost on the verge of unconsciousness. His feet just barely found the ground, and he somehow found some sort of balance with which to move.
The Legionaries manhandled him, and continued to manhandle him through the streets of the city. Marlene was seen too, being manhandled by the guards but in a different manner, her naked back had been glistening with already healing lashes. It seemed she had a recent dose of Aschen medicines, and she had taken the blows in fair stride. Randin was not so lucky, and an unconscious Marlene was slumped against the column of a building.

Livia and her men led Randin through the streets, where people cheered and laughed, tossed food and struck at him with clubs, and once they were on the other side of the gate, a small hill was seen where roughly five crosses were propped up, some of them with skeletons, and a few with corpses, one Cross was laid down, the cross reserved for Randin.
Randin D. Kaye was only faintly aware of what was going on about him. Pain, the great destroyer, had taken a toll on his mind just as it had on his body. The detective as if he were lost in some deranged half-dream at this point in time. His brain, previously aflame with burning torment, had finally begun to shut down in the face of the never-ending agony. Randin walked forward dazed, hardly able to comprehend anything that was going on. He slumped down beside his own cross as if it were a bed.
The Legionaries moved and pulled Randin onto his cross, tying his feet to the base, where they could rest on a small wooden platform, they also tied his wrists to the frame and securely made sure he was immobilized. After a few more moments the cross was hoisted up and allowed to settle in it's foundation, and Randin was placed atop the hill, able to view the city and the nearby Taiyou base, of course, the realization wouldn't dawn on him until his wounds stopped healing, rain would be a welcoming respite, as cold drops washed the blood, the grime and the vinegar from his wounds, offering some respite from the pain.
The rain did indeed offer Randin a brief respite, the cool water washing into his wounds and rousing him from his oblivion. A thousand levels of pain wrashed over him all over again, but at least the detective was alive. Alive and tied to a cross. His feet found the platform beneath him, and the detective was silently grateful on two accounts. First, he was not nailed to the cross. Second, he was not dangling, meaning he would not suffocate here, as was the usual death for people being crucified. At worst, he would die of thirst or hunger.

The detective tried to remember what had happened. He tried to recall who had tied him here and what he could have possibly done to merit such agony. His thoughts returned to Marlene each time. Was she okay? Had they hurt her at all? Whatever happened to him, Randin knew that he had to ensure Angel's safety. He looked from left to right at the neighboring crosses, sighing with relief as he saw no one there. Was she back in the city?
There was an ominous silence, save for the sound of the rain on wet soil. The lapping of water. There was a familiar blonde woman standing at the foot of the cross looking up. Her face was red but she was fairly unharmed. It seemed Marlene only got the beatings, fifteen lashes with the stick, whereas Randin got the full beating.

"By the Gods what did they do to you? Livia told me you slept with Ari, and she was punishing you for it... infidelity on Argos is punished by execution." Marlene said, holding the stola close to her body.

"I'm going back to Langara, turning myself in for Heresy."
Randin D. Kaye was barely able to make out Marlene's image through his half-lidded eyes.

"Marlene..." Randin croaked, hardly able to speak. He heard her words but hardly paid attention to them. What did it matter what lies Livia told about him? That wasn't important. "Marlene... you're... fine..." he breathed heavily, "don't go..." A sputtering of dry coughing. "...don't go... to... Langara..."
Marlene Angel shook her head. "If she's worth that much to you, if you live through this just go to her." She said, shaking her head and then she slowly turned to walk away. Stopping just a couple moments to turn back around and look up at the cross.

"Hope she's worth it, we could have had a future together." She said, slowly moving to walk away as the rain began to pour down, pattering quite hard against the mount and the ground, the light from the gas giant illuminating the sky in an eerie blue glow. Marlene's form fading into the twilight.
Randin D. Kaye was hardly able to call out back to her. Did she really believe the things Livia said to her? After she'd beaten them both? After she'd crucified him? How could she possibly trust that woman after all the hell she'd put them both through.

Randin gasped and choked, his agony settling in on him once more. This was too much. He closed his eyes and left himself drift slowly back into hazy nothingness...
The night was long and cold, the rainstorm persisted through the night. Of course, while Randin was out like a light, he would have been pulled down from the cross by Taiyou soldiers. They helped him down and onto a stretcher, almost immediately they began to tend to his wounds with a biofoam like compound. They had given him water and nutrients through an IV.

A young Taiyou sergeant was barking orders and then he turned back to Randin, already he had been bandaged completely, and his wounds stitched up.

"You from Terra?" The Taiyou asked, checking Randin's ID and other credentials. Someone had called the Taiyou to come cut him down, perhaps Marlene still cared?

"Just relax, we'll be at the base soon." The Sergeant said.
"What..." Randin could hardly mouth the words. Torment was still wracking his body, but beneath the pain... healing? A subtle, quiet flow of energy? The detective didn't know what it was, but looking out into the hazy stars, he suddenly realized he was no longer tied to a cross.

Confident that he wasn't going to die, the detective passed out... this time not from pain, but from sheer exhaustion. His body needed to heal.