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Von Krauss Civil War, Finale

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We find Isabella von Krauss and Alexis Logan sitting at an extravagant dining room table. They are sipping at wine and nibbling at a meat and cheese plate between them.

Isabella von Krauss: You know, I think we really should burn down the server farm for Justice’s electronic division. I would be a proper blow against my adopted parents.

Alexis takes a sip from her wine and sets it down with a chuckle.

Alexis Logan: That would be a very public blow against them since we would have to get through all of the security they set up in the buildings to defend the server building. The local authorities would have to get involved.

Isabella just shrugs with a chuckle.

Isabella von krauss: Screw the local authorities. Esmeralda has them bound up to serve her. I say we kill them too so that the replacements will know better.

Alexis shrugs.

Alexis Logan: We could always have Selena turn them.

Isabella von Krauss: Is that the vampire chick?

Alexis Logan: I would hardly call a six hundred year old vampire a “vampire chick”, but yes.

Isabella von Krauss: Let’s do it! Turn local authorities before the assault on the server building and then they can help us!

Alexis picks up her cell phone to call Selena when an upholstery needle goes through it and pierces the phone through to destroy its capacity for use.

She sets down the phone and looks at Isabella's shocked expression. She talks to the air.

Alexis Logan: I can sense any living creature within sixty feet. How could I not sense you, Esmeralda?

Esmeralda von Krauss steps out of the shadows with a grin. She’s dressed in a black ninja outfit, sans the mask. Isabella sputters when she sees her adopted mother.

Isabella von Krauss: I have guards looking out to make sure that no one comes in!

Esmeralda raises an eyebrow, keeping eye contact with Isabella, who sighs.

Isabella von Krauss: I had guards…
Esmeralda von Krauss: That is the case. I apologize for my husband’s clumsy attempts to get this thing resolved for me. Alexis, we both know what you are by now. My so called daughter should know too.

Alexis Logan: Fine.

Her form seems to shrivel even as her arms elongate with sharp black talons at the end of her fingers. Her face is a misshapen mass of leathery flesh punctuated with a bulbous nose, like a gnarled knot on an old oak tree. Her massive brow overhangs sunken, lusterless, black eyes. The crone’s hair is a wriggling mass of red worms, hissing and mewling as they dribble blood down her ugly face.

Isabella looks shocked and sickened as she regards the Blood Hag.

Alexis Logan: You ready to die today, Esmeralda?

Esmeralda von Krauss: You first, dahling.

Alexis hurls a ball of lightning as Esmeralda flicks another upholstery needle. The two meet each other at the halfway point. The lightning ball fizzes out of existence as the upholstery needle continues on its way to its target. Alexis gets a hand up in front of her face in time to intercept the needle, it buries itself halfway into her hand and stops an inch from her eyeball.

Alexis sneers at Esmeralda and vanishes, the upholstery needle dropping to the table. Isabella gasps in fear at seeing Esmeralda’s angry expression.

Isabella von Krauss: Please don’t kill me! I didn’t know she was a monster! A cowardly monster…

Esmeralda von Krauss: She’s still here.

She grabs into the air, seizing something invisible that’s quickly revealed to be a mass of wriggling, hissing red worms that attach their mouths to wherever on Esmeralda that they can to drain her of blood. The rest of Alexis quickly becomes visible and Esmeralda hurls her face first into the wall, keeping the handful of worms that were in her hand. She rips them away from her body and throws them to the floor.

Alexis pulls her face from where she left a dent in the drywall, but not a deep one as she found a stud with her face. She bleeds from her forehead from where she struck the beam in the wall and from where a handful of worms were ripped from her head. She holds her hand to her head where blood flows generously.

Alexis Logan: You’ll pay for that!

Her eyes burn like hot coals and Esmeralda’s outfit catches on fire. As Esmeralda stops what she’s doing to put the fire out, she lunges and rakes her across the chest and left shoulder with a slash of a taloned hand. Esmeralda staggers backwards, dark blood shooting through the air from the strike.

Esmeralda backflips away from Alexis, catching her in the jaw with a kick as she does so to knock her back a couple of steps. Though the effort to create room between them is a mistake as Alexis recovers and throws a lightning bolt at her. Esmeralda sidesteps the attack, the lightning bolt striking the wall and exploding a small hole.

Esmeralda lunges in, grabs Alexis by the right wrist, and turns the arm into a chicken wing submission hold. She grabs one of Alexis’ fingers.

Esmeralda von Krauss: According to my research back in the day, spellcasters have trouble casting spells if they are in pain or if their fingers are compromised. Shall we find out?

Esmeralda bends a finger back until it snaps. Alexis lets out a howl of pain, trying to get herself out of the move.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Did you think that you were going to help Isabella destroy me and my husband? Get your own little bit of vengeance for the death of Madame Lussier at the same time? I just don’t think so, dahling.

She snaps another finger on the taloned hand, bringing another howl of pain from the hag.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Why vengeance at all? Why not find a more competent hag to take her place?

She snaps a third finger, smiling as the Blood Hag screams out in pain. She wails out the words to another spell, her other hand free to motion. Black tentacles rip up from the ground and grab Esmeralda to pull her away from the Blood Hag.

Alexis turns around while Esmeralda is bound by the tentacles and casts another spell, this time healing her fingers so that they are whole again.

She walks toward Esmeralda, her hand taking on a blazing, black energy.

Alexis Logan: And now, the legendary Esmeralda von Krauss dies.

She reaches out with the blazing hand and touches Esmeralda on the side of the head. The blazing, black energy transfers from Alexis’ hand to cover Esmeralda’s entire body. Esmeralda slumps in the grasp of the tentacles and the energy fades. Alexis sighs in relief, but even that is caught in her throat as Esmeralda’s head bobs back up and she smiles.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Did you think that a simple magic spell was going to end my life? I am made of magic, dahling.

Alexis Logan: How?

Esmeralda von Krauss: You’ve shown me your truth. I will show you mine.

Esmeralda’s body begins to shrivel and her skin turns black. Her hair becomes white and wirey. The tentacles shrivel and turn to dust, causing Esmeralda’s shriveled body to plump up again. Isabella looks as if she has seen a ghost.

Isabella von Krauss: What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? Are you people fucking aliens? Are you fucking boogeymen?

Esmeralda seizes both of Alexis’ arms with an evil stare. The remainder of her worms on her head attach to Esmeralda’s body, the two stuck in a vicious cycle of feeding from one another. Alexis drinks deep of Esmeralda’s black blood while Esmeralda rips the life force from Alexis.

Isabella von Krauss walks over to stand by them and sees that their eyes are locked on one another and are wholly in another world. She gets the sense that whomever she helps will win this in a permanent fashion. She closes her eyes and tears the red wriggling worms away from Esmeralda.

The effect is quick as once Alexis stops feeding for even a second, she begins to lose. She drops to her knees, her skin going pale and shriveling up. She dries up, her arms crumbling to dust at Esmeralda’s grasp. Esmeralda releases her and Alexis falls to the ground and shatters.

Esmeralda changes back to her human form and smiles at Isabella.

Esmeralda von Krauss: You have chosen wisely, dahling.

Isabella von Krauss: Please, don’t eat me?

Esmeralda von Krauss: I won’t eat you. In fact? Keep using the Von Krauss name as you see fit. You seem to be crazy enough to fit the bill of the name.

Isabella laughs.

Isabella von Krauss: That I am. You want to stay and enjoy some dinner?

Esmeralda von Krauss: No, dahling. I have a match to prepare for. I will be seeing you later to see how you are doing. Also, if you injure one of my people again…you will wind up like Alexis.

She walks away with Isabella a little shaken. Once she is gone, Isabella picks up the phone dropped by Alexis. She looks through the contacts until she finds the one she wants to call.

Isabella von Krauss: Alexis is dead. The Red Thirst is mine to control. I will meet with the lieutenants soon to go over my plans for the future.


Esmeralda von Krauss is walking away from the manor and toward the gate where they are opening it for her.

Esmeralda von Krauss: Wargames. We, the so-called New Era of Xtreme, will be facing the Pillars of Violence. Let’s talk about my teammates, shall we?

Jason Long. New Era of Xtreme? The only extreme thing I really remember from you, dahling, is you getting your neck broken. Or am I talking about the wrong Jason Long. If I also recall, there’s a story of multiple Jason Longs and Jasons murdering one another and entire universes. Do I believe a word of it? I suppose it’s no worse than a pair of immortal energy vampires who run a psycho horror carnival that drains sanity to power an ancient lock that keeps gods and monsters at bay. I don’t think you’re up for this, dahling, but I will watch you try. I can only hope for the best at this point.

El Rey. If Jason Long isn’t extreme, you are even less so. You are the spoiled child of a decent wrestler. Extreme, dahling? I just don’t think so. Does a match with Zoran qualify you as extreme? It does not. It counts you as fortunate to be alive, dahling. If I must deal with you to help win this match, I must. You are lucky that I am on the same team as you.

Donzig. The only one other than me that understands the concept of extreme. Donzig, you are insane. You follow what these willensschwache Krieger know as extreme and have made up a few things to add to the list. Donzig, you are extreme, dahling. My own personal battles with you have proven this. I am glad to have you on my side in this Wargames.

That leaves me. What you people call extreme, I call a Tuesday afternoon. I wake up in the morning and wash my teeth with extreme. I live and breath the extreme life. I will bleed like no other and I will make others bleed like no other. These are words you can live by. I am the most dangerous woman on the Network. You would underestimate me at your own risk. I am worth a thousand Jason Longs, a hundred El Reys, and about a dozen Donzigs. Without me, there is no New Era. With me, we are an unstoppable force.

This brings me to the Pillars of Violence. Jesse Jamester, Dylan Black, Spike Kane, and PRICE. Brave warriors all, but understand that I am coming to win. I am going to prove that I am the most extreme of the entire Network. I will show you all that your little hardcore tactics will not amount to anything when it comes to facing me in the ring.

Jesse Jamester. You are, of the four, the most interesting to me. Perhaps you would consider an after match tryst no matter the outcome of the match. You seem bold enough to grant me what I want where Armand von Krauss and Steve Awesome cannot. You bring all the barbed wire that you can carry. I will show you that my upholstery needles will conquer your barbed wire wrapped items without a shadow of a doubt.

Dylan Black. You have gotten the best of my husband before and I respect that, even as he does not. You have proven through many battles to be what your people call hardcore. It isn’t enough to save you against me when you get right down to it. I don’t recall if you have one arm or two, but you will need them all in order to survive in the ring against me. Cybernetics will not save you from my violence.

Spike Kane. The most infamous of the Kane Brothers. Though I don’t know if I really buy it. When you get into the ring against Brad Kane, who is it that normally walks out as the winner? Sure, you had the connections to get you an X*Crown title shot that you managed to win. More the pity that you managed to dodge your brother during this time or else he may have won the title from you in either a normal match or even a hardcore match. Point is, it doesn’t matter what type of match it would have been. He would have defeated you, Spike Kane. You are the weakest of the Pillars and will be the one to make them fall in the end. Accept that you will disappoint them. Accept that you will disappoint me.

PRICE. I guess we are required to yell your name when we say it and you are not required to use your first name. Just the family name. Whatever. How many times have you made it seem that you have died? Just to avoid matches that you would not be able to win, I am sure. It strikes me as being the least of the violent of the Pillars and the most cowardly. Maybe your daughter, Darlene Price, should have stood in your stead. There would have at least been a chance that Jason Long would have been set on fire to amuse me. Yes, you might say that your daughter learned everything from you, but what has she also learned? When the going gets tough, die. That’s what Darlene has learned from you, PRICE. When things get tough and it seems like a series of hard losses are coming. Might as well die for a while to get the heat off. Pathetic.

In the end of it all, I am the Queen of what you people call Extreme. There will never be another woman or man that can do what I do in the ring. This night will see the New Era come to the fore and defeat the old ways. Not because we do newer violence as violence is violence, but because I am on the team and there are none of you who are my equal.

Esmeralda steps into a waiting limo about a block away from the manor and it drives away.

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