Spinning the Webb [Max + Madleyn]

[GWYNETH WEBB]

And so the transfer of power went off without a hitch. Gwyn was officially the new leader of FEAR on the eastern seaboard. It was all so satisfying, but there was something missing. Something to make it all official… The woman glanced across her bleach white desk. Everything was perfectly aligned, down to the arrangement of her pencils: shortest on the right with the longest on the left. Every file was stacked in accordance with their priority, each pen tested for optimal flow. As Gwyn peered around her office, she couldn’t help but criticize the decorating. The entire company was an endless white comprised of plastic and Titanium. It was enough to depress anyone and it was taking a toll on Gwyn. Her eyes fell upon a The Night Café by Van Gough. It was an image she was familiar with, but not particularly one of her favorites. The most captivating part of the painting was the lights. The people and their story were irrelevant to her, but the lights… They fascinated her. Something about the way their radiance was depicted, Gwyn could almost feel the warm light wash over her like some fiery embrace.

That was it!

“Lazarus!” A holographic man manifested in front of the woman’s desk upon her summons. He was built like an atom, or at least that’s how Gwyn intended for him to look. A dense white core floated where the man’s abdomen would be and thousands of tiny electrons orbited around it like a swarm of fireflies.

“Yes, Gwyn?”

“I’ve decided I want some fireworks tonight. Strategize a way to get one of the prototype artillery flash bombs into Frostbite Towers, and make it quick, please. Make sure you get some surveillance bots around the area, I really would like to see it before the media gets a hold of it. Also, send in some Agents. I don't care who, just bring me some. ”

“Of course, Miss.”

The man dissipated, the holographic projector imbedded in Gwyn’s desk making a sound similar to a television shutting off. A sinister smirk grew across her sweet features. It had only been a few hours since her inauguration and she was already making more progress than the previous administration. Maybe bombing one of the largest companies in New York wasn’t exactly what FEAR strove for, but it was satisfying all the same. The Aranai had long since been a thorn in Gwyn’s side. In fact, they were more than nuisance; their existence was a perpetual insult. For a coven to think they had superiority over FEAR was laughable, but the Aranai continued to suggest they might have some upper hand by controlling the world governments. Gwyn wanted nothing more than to beat and whip every member of the coven off the pedestal they enjoyed.

However, causing a ruckus was not her ultimate goal. The event that was about to take place was to serve only as a distraction and starting place for the new reign of FEAR. Gwyn had much bigger plans that involved much bigger targets than the lobby of Frostbite Towers. She took the first file from the stack on the left side of her desk and opened it. He grin grew as she looked at the Polaroid that was paper clipped to the document inside.

“So this is what everybody is fighting about? Seems useless, but I’ll entertain it.”

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[MADELYN KIMMY SWIMINER]

Standing in the test lab, as a new subject was wheeled in Madelyn took in a deep breath, her tanned hand coming up to run through her long slightly curled black hair. Her Asian style deep brown eyes closed as she slowly let out the breath. Another human, another subject. It was starting to get really hard on Madelyn. How many lives was she killing, ruining, and taking away. It was really starting to building up on her, she was tired. For once she just wanted to be your normal every day human with a normal human twin sister. . . but that was never going to happen, not right now anyways and maybe even after Max is human again they may be forever in debate to this organization.

Letting her small hand fall to her side she started after the two researchers all in white as they were moving to the cell of this human Madelyn had kidnapped tonight. . . she kidnapped people, she needed a drink. With a small tap, tap, tap of her heels of the hard floor she was making sure this woman- Jamie age thirty-four would make it to her cell without waking up. It was her job to make sure the test subjects where is almost perfect conduction, despite the few that she had to really fight with to take down-hunters and vampires.

Through one door to another, passing large equipment she had no idea what it did or how it worked. The two researchers rolled the woman strapped to the table thing into another room and closed the doors behind them. Madelyn watched from behind a glass at what she had just done to a woman. She needed a drink and maybe a smoke. Turning to leave she noticed it. That thing the boss had made, she stared at it slightly panicked at first but pulled herself together and tired to walk around it. Like it wasn’t looking for her.

“Madelyn Kimmy Swiminer, the Miss wishes to see you.” It said just as she was about to walk around it. She frozen in mid step before forcing on a smile and turning to it,

“Wonderful.” She said through her clenched teeth as it took off most likely going off on another erring the woman she called her boss was to ‘busy’ to do. She had hundreds of works and she has too much to do? Does she even know what it is like to kidnap people night after night, when you’re only human? For Max it may be so much easier, for Madelyn it was hell in a nutshell.

Huffing and relaxing a little she started making her way towards the office. It was within this building, or so she hope or she would be on a wild goose chase trying to find out what building their leader was hiding in. Her hands shock slightly as she walked down the hallway. She needs to calm down, she was not going to be turned into a test subject, maybe it was good news? Madelyn pulled out her phone. ‘Did u get called to Gwyneth’s offices 2?’ she went to Max before closing her phone and turning down another hallway- there it was the door.

Taking in deep calming breaths she wanted to die inside, she wanted to freak out, she wanted to kick and scream and maybe even cry. Her hands jammed into her pockets as she took a hold of the case of her pocket, her doctor prescribed smokes. Was she even allowed to smoke inside? She didn’t know but as her heart picked up she knew she was going to need one soon or she was going to start to have troubles breathing.

Coming up to the door she stood there, staring at it as her mind raced. What the hell was going to happen. Her hand lifted and knocked on the door once, twice, three times before her hand slipped down the door and onto the handle. Turning it she peeked her head in. “You-“ She swallowed.

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Tagged:Gwyneth/Max
Words:695
Lyrics: Let It Rain -- Amanda Marshall
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[MAX SWIMINER]

as i close my eyes,

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The bad twin had been busy in the gym when she had received the text message from her sister. At first, she didn't pay attention to her phone, too caught up in her music and the impact of her fist against the hanging bag in front of her. Her movements had been aggressive, though Max was more than calm. She had no real reason to be beating as hard as she was on that punching bag, other than the fact that she needed to keep her reflexes sharp. There hadn't even been other members of FEAR within the gym's quarters, therefore no one to show off to. Rather than let herself be interrupted from the familiar glow of her blackberry, Max had finished her last couple strikes of her fists, bouncing a little harder on the balls of her feet for them.

When she had finally given in to the text, Max's breathing was heavy, and she was in serious need of cold water. After she grabbed the towel off her shoulder, she whipped her hands clean of any sweat and dabbed her forehead. Crossing over to her bench while doing so, Max was interrupted, mid-step. Arching a brow, she listened to the familiar voice of their leader's lapdog. She fully understood that Lazarus was to make things easier on her, but Max wasn't the type to enjoy listening to another person tell her to do something- having to listen to a holograph wasn't anywhere close to being her cup of tea. Nonchalantly, Max nodded her head and mumbled a foul sentence under her breath in response to the requested summon. Grabbing her water bottle, she screwed off the lid and tipped it back to her lips, taking her phone in her opposite to read the text message. The fact that her sister had been requested had her growing a little antsy.

With that in mind, Max hadn't wasted any time in making her way to Gwyneth's office. As she rounded the corner, she caught the sight of her sister poking her head into the office, and with a small roll of her eyes, she maneuvered around the back of her twin and pushed the door open more. Resting her free hand against Madelyn's back, she gave her a solid shove, forcing her out of the doorway and into the room. Following in after her, Max pulled the door closed behind herself and moved to fall into line beside her twin. Casting a glance to Maddie, she arched a brow, silently asking herself if she'd wait until the silence started to bug Madelyn into talking, or if she was going to open her mouth first. Turning her attention back to the woman behind the desk, Max took her in for a moment, observing the expression on the human's face, trying her best to detect any kind of mood. With a sigh, she didn't bother reading too much into it- if she was pissed off, they'd both get a blast. It wasn't like they hadn't been scolded before.

"Ben's an easy target," she mused out loud, her eyes glancing down at the photo before she pushed her hands into the pockets of her shorts. "He'd be a waste of time with idiots from Drakken trying to make themselves more intimidating." A slight smirk pulled at the corner of Max's mouth, but she kept most of it at bay, only her eyes showing her own sense of amusement. "Of course, that's just my opinion. We both know you'll do whatever you want anyway. Right, boss?" The sad part about moments like this was the fact that Max wasn't looking for trouble, she was just being herself.

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tag . gwyneth & madelyn
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notes . sorry it's not that long, and that it's kinda cruddy D:

[GWYNETH WEBB]

Gwyn glanced up at the snide comment, having been reading through the file until that very moment.

“Cute.” Her tone dripped with venom. “But you’re right…” Her voice trailed off, unsure of which twin she was directing her comments at. Her optical implant hummed to life in her skull, pinpointing the slight differences between Madelyn and Max and cross-referencing them with the detailed files on the Lazarus mainframe. In a split second, the data was processed and every last bloody detail about the woman was now at Gwyneth’s fingertips, but was beyond her immediate concern. Instead, she simply completed her statement. “Max.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you two in a much more relaxed setting.” The floor in front of the leader’s desk opened up slightly. Two black chairs, made of the finest Egyptian cotton, rose through the openings and came to rest, welcomingly, before the twins. “Take a seat, ladies. We have a lot to discuss.”

Gwyn’s slender index finger pressed down upon a silver button built into a panel atop her desk. A faint ticking sound began to click repetitively underneath the floor, followed by the creaking of gears and then the powerful sound of pistons roaring to life. The door to the office slammed shut, thick lead sheets sliding down along both sides of the portal. The walls cracked. A faint grey line appeared, painting a grid of various geometric shapes across the white surface. Another loud crack and a puff of debris from the grid and the wall broke apart, each shape attached to a mechanical support that positioned each piece of wall in the most strategic manner as to inhibit acoustic reverberation beyond their boundaries.

“As I’m sure you can gather, this meeting is classified. Whatever information you gather from this exchange is strictly nonexistent. Failure will have appropriate consequences, ranging anywhere from an unsatisfactory mark on your record to death. They will not, however, fall into that order.” The woman stood, turning to face the wall directly behind her. She pushed a large square back into it’s previous position, a satisfying click sounding across the room. The rest of the wall followed suit, snapping back into position as a normal partition while the remaining three walls remained in the state of some poor mathematician’s nightmare. The wall receded slowly into the ceiling, revealing another wall black with monitors and screens. Each monitor displayed some kind of information, be it satellite images, 3D renderings, relevant news reports or just scrolling binary. Something lit each screen. Gwyn gave her underlings a minute to take it all in and discover the common bond between the 57 screens of data.

“Alice Crysis. Aged two hundred and eighty-nine years. Appears twenty-eight. Cerulean eyes. Dark brown hair. Five feet, six inches, approximately one hundred and thirty-five pounds, give or take three pounds depending on recent feeding. Genetic status: Vampire. Extremely dangerous. Her proficiencies are in arms and remaining a peculiar thorn in this organization’s side worldwide. Alice and her league of exceedingly annoying individuals redirects nearly 730 billion dollars in funding away from FEAR in over 75 governments world wide. And while I and my superiors recognize the futility in mounting a global assault on all Arani kin, we also see the potential in Alice’s detainment. In fact, her processing here at the facility is remarkably advantageous to you, Maxine. Well, to both of you really.”

The woman smiled, her teeth seeming razor sharp and ominous. Gwyn took her seat back at her desk, pressing another button. The desk separated at the drawer stacks, both columns sinking into the floor, files and all. The matting in the center of the now table parted in half, revealing a circuit pad synonymous with the other holo-projectors in the building. A three dimensional rendering of the Arani leader sprung to life, hovering several inches above the table. The projection was a simple wireframe, mimicking only the silhouette of the woman. The doll-sized rendering began to execute several various maneuvers, fighting invisible foes.

“We’ve been unable to gather any specific combat information about the subject. Lazarus has, however, been able to synthesize hundreds of other records, crossed with some environmental factors, to simulate how Alice might behave in a hand-to-hand scenario. This file has been saved as a loadable setting, under the Extreme category, and can be loaded to any android in any training room throughout the compound. It might do you well to familiarize yourselves, as there is an 80% chance that one of the sixty maneuvers will be employed by the target. You should definitely practice inflicting mortal wounds, but do not, under any circumstance, kill Alice Crysis. She is to be detained and brought here. If you fail, you better hope she kills you, because I will see to it that you’re used as fodder for the proton collider experiments. ” She cleared her throat. “I am aware that such an elder vampire will most assuredly be far more formidable than Lazarus may initially assume. This is a very rare case were I doubt the judgment of the supercomputer, but I do not want your blood on my hands. That’s why I’m issuing you the following to preserve your life.”

The hologram of Alice fizzled away, a tablet with a list taking her place.

“Clearance level of 1465 (Declassifies experiments 4X77-1)
Access to a “MERCURY” ION CHANNEL MOTORBIKE. Faster than any vampire.
Access to L.A.S.S.O. Prototype. Non-lethal plasma immobilization utility.
Access to (1) GENERATION.11. 4X77-1”

“ Experiment 4X77-1 is known as the Gene Tonic. A gene tonic is a substance that alters or amends to composition of the imbiber’s DNA. Initially, the program was utilized for cosmetic pursuits. Since then, the experiment has gone through two hundred and thirty-three thousand trials and eleven generations. Now, these tonics are weponized and create “super powers.” We’ve been able to stabilize four powers at this very moment. You will be issued two, thus each of you will have one. I’ve authorized Gene Tonic: Torch and Gene Tonic: Haze.” Two robotic arms gracefully descended from the ceiling, setting up a small pedestal for which two large hypodermic needles were placed. One was a thick black fluid with small shards of brilliant orange and the other was a gaseous purple.

“Each of these are kinetic type and considered siblings, meaning that they are descended from Telekinesis. They possess qualities of telekinesis, but unlike telekinesis, are stable and will not cause you to implode like all the other test subjects. Torch, the black one, allows you to siphon energy from your surroundings to perpetuate a combustion reaction. A telekinetic sheath protects the appendage that you produce the flame from by warping the heat radiation around you instead of allowing it to enter you. You can produce flame jets up to five feet away from you, a powerful short-range flame that will melt through most metals and a one time kinetic bomb. You can cause a large explosion of flame around yourself, once. I recommend making yourself as dense as possible if either of you ever use this. There is enough power in this hypo to give you these abilities consistently for up to a week, with random flare-ups for up to a month. Expect a lot less time if you ever use the kinetic bomb. It really fries the catalysts in the tonic. Do not over exert yourself, whichever one of you chooses to use this. You will combust. ”

“Haze, the purple gas, is also kinetic based, but uses the force warping abilities of telekinesis as opposed to the physical manipulations. Whichever of you lovely ladies chooses to use this hypo will experience an immediate lack of gravity. Haze allows the imbiber to leap great distances by reversing the pull of gravity. It’s become a favorite of the Special Ops department, being termed “Liquid Stealth.” The user can consciously choose to manipulate magnetism, resulting in a powerful pull of dark matter. This causes the iconic “haze” against white light. Currently, this pull acts as an on or off switch with no varying degrees, but the haze has its own attributes. Vampires, humans and basic technologies are unable to detect anyone in a dark matter haze. Like I said, though, white light is the major flaw to this hypo. Sunlight will cause you to become visible. Any direct fluorescent light agitates the dark matter and will cause it to react explosively with electricity. If you find yourself in this position, bail as fast as possible because you’ve just managed to fry the city’s electrical grid. Be sure you reverse the polarity of the pull before entering combat. Dark matter interferes heavily with hand-to-hand. This hypo has about the same time frame as Torch, but will completely dissipate if you get caught in the cosmic radiation caused by the Dark Matter-Electricity reaction. Now then, who wants what? Any questions this far?”

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[MADELYN KIMMY SWIMINER]

The small pressure of hands on her back sent a shock through her body, however, her mind had no time to register what the fuck was happening. She was stumbling into the office her airways cut off of any movement and her heart beating like she was about to die. She wasn’t sure if she had made a sound but as she stumbled in the room her voice went as high as it could and squeaked for just a moment. Her lovely brown eyes slowly turned to look at her twin sister who was walking in like she had not just killed Madelyn inside.

Narrowing her eyes sharply she couldn’t help but stick out her tongue like a child behind her sisters back. However, her moment of being calm stopped quickly as the two before her started talking. For a moment she had totally forgotten all about the scary witch of a boss when her sister had showed up. Reaching up to her neck she grabbed at the black heart that hung around her neck and pulled just slightly. She was starting to sweat in her midst of panic. She needed a smoke and fast or she was going to end up on the floor died.

At this point Max was already at Gwyneth’s desk leaving Madelyn behind and close to the door. If she made a break for it she would be killed or tied to a table and become the thing she hunted. She was fucked either way. It was like her hands were burning to read into her back pocket and pull out her smokes. She felt like she was dying, she could already feel herself trying to take in longer and deeper breaths.

CALM THE FUCK DOWN MADELYN. She screamed inside her head, she wondered if Max could hear her little freak out. She slowly started to walk over to the desk and finally peeked over her sister’s shoulder. “Isn’t that your ‘leader’ or whatever?” She asked knowing that Max was sired to the Valen coven. Being a part of FEAR alone was really bad for her. However, there was nothing they could do now. Madelyn swallowed the build up in her throat hoping it would make things easier to breath. It was almost like everything was slowly closing in on the human twin. However, this was nothing new t Madelyn, ever since she was little did she have panic attacks when stressed out.

Gwyneth really wasn’t helping Madelyn out either. Just the sound of her voice, the chill from just seeing her made Madelyn want to hide behind her sister- which is what she was doing. Max would never let anything bad happen to her. . . .they would be fine right? PFF YEAH RIGHT WE’RE GOING TO DIE-STOP THINKING LIKE THAT DAMNIT YOUR FINE. Bring up her small tanned hand it shook just slightly as she ran it through her hair as she tried to calm herself down. Nothing about this was relaxing at all.

It was then that she finally started to look for a seat, where- Madelyn jumped even closer to Max, her heart spiking up quickly once again as she gasped a little for breath as she felt the world spin. Leaning on her sister she watch the world room change, she felt like she was going to faint. Smoke. . . smoke. She need a smoke if she was going to make through this. Within her mid panic Madelyn looked at Gwyneth again her breath catching for a moment before she spoke really quickly. “Can I have a smoke?!” She gasped before hiding totally behind her sister her head ducked down and everything. However, asking this she felt a little bit better and as all the sounds stopped in the room did she finally peek up and over Max’s shoulder at her boss again.

Despite her slight shake of the body she was doing pretty okay. She hadn’t died yet at least. Giving off a slight smile she looked back at the chairs, maybe this was all some twisted trick. Shaking the though from her mind she reached into her back pocket and pull one of her smokes out twisting it around in her fingers to try and clam her quickly beating heart. As Gwyneth spoke Madelyn could only nodded her head. This woman sure liked the sound of her own voice, it was slightly annoying-even if she was super smart she didn’t have to act like a super bitch.

Madelyn listened closely and watched totally amazed at the things this woman had made. It was kinda crazy she almost want to reach out and poke it just to see what it would do. With all this talk of Alice Madelyn felt like she was the wrong person to call. Frowning deeply she peeked over at her sister before sighing and finally leaning back in her chair. “I’m guessing I’ll have to hit the gym.” She muttered slightly annoyed. Over her time working for FEAR Madelyn had picked up a few tricks but when dealing with vampires she usually got the hell out as fast as she could if the vampire seemed too powerful. Sure she used some of the small FEAR produces and stuff, but what she had wouldn’t do her much against a coven leader who didn’t have sex on the brain all the time.

If that was not all from what she heard at the bars is that Alice is not someone to fuck with. Madelyn even went out of her way to stay out of that area when working. Listening to her boss rant on Madelyn pressed her lips into a thin line. “80 per-cent“ She muttered to herself fighting the killer need to roll her eyes at the matter. She rubbed her sweaty hands on her leggings hoping to get out of there soon. This was far too much information at one. But she listened and nodded and glanced at her sister a good number of times before raising her small hand as if to speak before leaning her elbows on her knees.

“Wait a second. . . .I thought we were going after Valen boy, not Alice?” She said slightly confused before sitting up very straight. “Ah sorry, thinking out loud carry on.”Which she did making Madelyn feel very, very uneasy about this all. It was not right none of it was. Shaking her head by the end of this whole what weapon will you pick she was just as freaked out as when she was asked to go to Gwyneth’s office.

First off she didn’t understand a word of what this crazy smart woman was saying. She needed to dumb it down even more for Madelyn. She was into history, not this crazy super-weapon stuff. Second, Madelyn was still human she was about to touch that stuff. She was not ready to die because of this woman’s needs to remove Alice. Alice had never been a problem before, so why bother with her now? Why do any of that?! Sighing a little she felt her breathing cutting off again she looked at Max with panic in her eyes before looking up at her boss. “I-I-I’ll pass.” Madelyn said stuttering as she struggled for both her words and keeping her hands from shaking. “Still. . . .being human and all. I-I-I” She took in a deep breath before rushing out her last thoughts. “Don’t like the idea that I can so easily die from this stuff. If I’m going to die I’d like to die old thank you very much.”

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Words:1,267
Lyrics: Let It Rain -- Amanda Marshall
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