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The Games that Gods Play	By : Ristul Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 16896 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Did you ever think being a hero was going to be easy? I’m sorry, but the most difficult part of being a hero is knowing that it’s not just you making the sacrifice.
All too often, it’s those you care for who pay the ultimate price.
That is why I hunt alone.
-Phillip Delacroix
9.15 pm
Phillip Delacroix gunned the engine of his motorcycle, the sword Ares had given him strapped to his back, and a plethora of guns on the bike and elsewhere on his body, looking every bit a hardened road warrior. He leaned over to inspect the tracks on the road. He ran his fingers gently over the rough surface of the road, getting a better sense of his prey.
The cab had sent him back to his abode in Boston, and once there he had quickly changed into his combat outfit. He had proceeded to select a motorcycle, and rode back to the car lot where his Nightblade was stolen to start his tracking.
Whoever had stolen the car would be his unwitting stalking horse for Luthor’s thugs. It couldn’t be better than if he had planned it himself. The only reason he did not try this in the original plan was because he did not want to implicate innocents in his and Ares’ schemes. But if they stole his car… Well, they were going to be involved one way or the other, through no fault of his.
Phillip straightened himself, then grasped his handlebars, gunning the engine a few more times to heat it up, then pushed off. His motorcycle left burnt marks on the road as he accelerated into the chase, a look of determination etched on his face.

Vanessa Kapatelis screamed into her gag, or tried to in any case. She was bound to a chair, watched over by several wary mobsters. A collar that nullified her cybernetic components encircled her neck, while her hands and feet were tied with common rope.
She had never felt so afraid in her life before. The leers sent her way by several of the mobsters worried her, and some of them had taken the opportunity to grope her body. She had never been touched by a man like this before, not even by the few boyfriends she had, and their actions both disgusted and terrified her. All the training by the Amazons had never prepared her for something like this. She prayed hard for Diana to rescue her.
However, she also knew that Kash was probably counting on it. She feared for Diana. She had heard the criminals gloating over how they would humiliate the superheroine. She strained against her restraints again, before she stopped due to exhaustion.
“Don’t worry, little girl.” One of her guards sneered, grabbing his crotch with one hand. “We’ll be having some fun with you yet!”
“Lay off her.” A calm voice commanded, and the guard backed down, but not cowed. A well dressed man walked into the small room she was held in. His expensive business suit and aura of authority left Vanessa with no doubt that this was the leader.
He looked her over, running his lustful gaze up and down her body in approval. “At least, not until I allow them to.” He walked behind her, and started to stroke her hair. “Did you know your friend is already looking for you? Oh, she defeated my first trap rather easily, but she has been hurt. And she will be hurt again and again, so that when she finally reaches me, she will be defeated.”
Vanessa wailed in fright as he laid a hand on one of her breasts. She tried to scream at him to leave her and Diana alone, but all that came out was incoherent sound.
“My, you are a pretty girl.” He whispered into her ear. “I can’t wait to get acquainted with your body.” He reached down to the area between her legs, and drew down the zipper of her jeans. A finger flicked against her womanhood, barely protected by the thin fabric of her underwear.
Tears streaked down Vanessa’s face. The man withdrew, leaving the zipper down. He said to the guard, “I think you are feeling quite bored here. Why don’t you use this girl as entertainment?”
The guard whooped with excitement, quickly moving around Vanessa and started removing his clothes. Another man entered the room and said, “Boss, your ride is here. Wanna take a look at it?”
“Of course.” The man smiled, then left the room. Vanessa closed her eyes, praying for anything to help her escape. The guard began to grope her, leering at her exposed treasures. Then he removed her gag, and Vanessa screamed, “Help!”

Ramon resisted the urge to smash Kash’s smug face, handing over the keys to the Nightblade. “The owner should have made a report by now. The police will be looking for it.”
“Not a problem.” Kash replied. “I have plans for it.”
Ramon narrowed his eyes at that. What does he have in mind?
Just then, there was a long wail of pain and fright from within the warehouse. It sounded like a young girl was being tortured, and she was screaming for help. Ramon asked, “What’s going on?”
Several thugs surrounded him threateningly, and Kash said, “None of your business. Now shoo. We have a bike that needs repairing. You can take it back to your garage.” He pointed at a battered motorcycle
Ramon made a show of not pushing the issue, trying to sound nonchalant as he shrugged his shoulders. “Okay. Whatever you say.” He backed off for a few steps. Keeping an ear out for Kash and his men. They were apparently busy with other things, because they were gone in moments.
Try as he might, Ramon could not get the cry for help out of his mind. He closed his eyes, struggling with himself before coming to a decision. He had to find out what was going on.
He glanced around warily, before he started moving for the warehouse. He pried a door open, then slipped his thin frame through the crack. There was another wail of fear, sending a sick sensation through his stomach. It was the cry of somebody in fear, and he finally made the impulsive choice of running for the origin of the sound, picking up a wooden bat lying handy on a table.
He burst into the room, then saw a naked man lying over a tearful girl on the ground. Both of them looked up to him in surprise, the girl with sudden hope, and the man in anger. The man said angrily, “What the hell are you…”
Ramon did not even think about it, both hands swinging the bat with all his strength against the side of the would-be rapist’s head and silencing him. A surge of anger fueled his strength, adding to the force of the blow. The man fell to the ground and did not get up again.
He stared at the girl, tied up in ropes and with some weird thing around her neck. He froze with indecision, suddenly not knowing what to do. He had not planned for this at all. It was a spur of the moment action, deciding to find out about the cry for help, and then knocking out the thug. But all the time, a line from the Book of Paths, “Protect the weak against the evil strong”, just kept popping in his head ever since he heard the first cry for help.
“Free me!” The girl shouted, and it shocked Ramon into action. He reached into his pocket for the prized Swiss army knife Jase had given him for his 12^th birthday. The blade sliced through the ropes with ease. The collar around her neck was another matter, and he couldn’t figure out a way to unlock it.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” he said urgently as the girl quickly dressed herself, blushing at his presence, but knowing they had no time to lose. “Stay quiet, and follow me.” He reached out with one hand to pull her along, and she accepted the show of concern gratefully.
The two teenagers ran, out of the room and out of the warehouse. Ramon took one look at the battered motorcycle, then grimaced. It would not hold the weight of two people. His gaze turned to the Nightblade. Kash might have the keys now, but he knew he could unlock the doors again.
“Over here.” Ramon said to the girl, pulling his wire from a pocket. She stared on in tense fascination as he quickly opened the doors for the second time that night. “Into the car, quick.”
As she rounded the car and got into the shotgun seat, Ramon reached down for the panel to hotwire the engine. The moment he managed to find the correct wires to splice them together, there was a sudden shout from the warehouse. “Hey! What the fuck?”
The engine roared to life. Ramon grabbed the steering wheel, and pushed the car into gear as the thugs started streaming out of the warehouse, guns in their hands.
Ramon stomped on the accelerator as gunshots started ringing out. The Nightblade leapt to life, bullets following it and slamming into its rear bumper as it moved off. Behind them were Kash and his men in hot pursuit. Vehicle headlights chased them onto the asphalt battlefield.
The Nightblade raced into the outskirts of the city of Boston, its two young occupants hunted by two packs of foes, one group known to them, one not, and a single predator. Through it all, Ramon had only one thought. Jase is going to be so mad at me.

9.25 pm
Wonder Woman ignored the aches all over her body, summoning up the strength to destroy another of those combat droids that sought to trap her. It had been a futile chase so far, with thug after thug telling her all that they knew, but none of it useful to hunting down Kash Galucci.
“Get her!” Another few thugs came at her. Diana smiled slightly. Robots were one thing, and thugs were another. She fought her way easily though their ranks, before tying them up in her lasso.
“Where is Kash Galucci?” She demanded.
“Somewhere at Fenway.” One of them stammered, before giving her the exact location.
Diana frowned. She had been sent all over the city, with the enemies at each successive stop more numerous and more powerful. The last robot she had faced had been a powerful challenge, and she was not confident she could sustain the assault in search of her friend. For Vanessa’s sake though, she would not give up.
She made another call to the police to pick up the thugs, then leapt into the night sky, heading to Fenway restaurant with haste.
When she got there, there were more robots and henchmen waiting for her.
The Amazing Amazon did not back down. She girded herself for battle. “Give up, and no harm shall come to you,” she said.
“Oh yeah? Take this, dumb bitch!” The reply comprised of yet another hail of bullets, which she deflected easily. But the robots, now three in number, rumbled forward, while the mobsters, which seem to number about thirty, continued firing at her, trying to pin her down. The robots, made of steel and plastic, would not be damaged by the friendly fire.
But the bullets could still hurt her. Her strength and invulnerability only worked against blunt objects. Diana shifted her footing, moving towards one flank of the line of thugs. The robots shifted in response, shielding her from gunfire from the far end of the line.
“You idiots! Move!” Somebody, a leader probably, shouted. But it was too late. The Champion of All Women had maneuvered her enemies into a mistake, and that bought her all the time to turn the tide of battle.
Wonder Woman jumped into the air, easily avoiding the ponderous weapons of the robots, and swooped upon one end of the line of thugs with her lasso, ready to remove them from the battle before tackling the robots.
Then the next nasty surprise was sprung on her. When she snared the first thug in her lasso, the thug released his gun and grabbed her lasso with both hands, then pulled with surprising strength. Diana just barely managed to retain her grip on the lasso, but the effort distracted her just long enough to prevent her from using her bracelets to defend herself.
A bullet cut into her torso just above her shapely hips, and Wonder Woman had to grit her teeth against the pain. Another few grazed her limbs, drawing thin trails of blood. She bit back gasps of pain, her eyes watering with tears from the throbbing wounds.
Caught between defending herself or hanging onto the lasso, Wonder Woman had to drop the lasso to block the incoming rounds. The henchman who had caught her lasso held onto it stupidly, and that was when Diana realized that she was not facing just human foes; some of the henchmen were actually androids!
Despite feeling weaker with each passing moment from the blood loss, Wonder Woman was still every bit the superheroine. She raised her fists, and hammered through the enemy ranks. Some of the androids exploded as she destroyed them, while the human thugs were simply sent flying.
She finished off the last of the thugs in time to deflect a powerful blow from one of the robots, which swung a huge metallic arm on her. Dodging another blow, Wonder Woman grabbed up her lasso from the ground, and looped it around the robot’s thick body. She pulled hard on the lasso, lifting the robot off its feet.
Before the other two robots could bring their guns to bear, she swung the lassoed robot against them, smashing them into bits with a thunderous crash. The robots fell, and did not get up again.
Diana collapsed onto a nearby wall, using it for support as her strength deserted her. Her enemies knew her every weakness, and had exploited them almost perfectly. For a moment, he thought about calling for help, but realized that doing so required time. Time that Vanessa did not have.
Wonder Woman saw several pieces of white tablecloth, and tore them up into strips to use as makeshift bandages. She tied the cloth around her waist, staunching the bleeding from the bullet wound in her side. Her healing ability was already at work, but even it was being taxed by her exertions and accumulated injuries.
Staggering to her feet, Diana grabbed a thug by the collar and held him up. “Where is your boss?” She asked with all the righteous anger of an enraged Amazon.
The man stammered, “By the docks. He’s waiting for you there.”
“Good.” Diana bit out, then chopped the man into dreamland. She left the building, flying slowly through the air.

“Come on!” The boy screamed as he pushed the car faster, holding down onto the accelerator the whole time. Vanessa screamed with him, holding onto the dashboard with white knuckled hands. She spied the speed meter, which showed that they were approaching the speed of 300 kilometers per hour. The lights of the city were just a blur of brilliant lines, as they weaved dangerously in and out of the traffic on the roads.
Behind them were Kash and his men in close pursuit.
“Do you have a mobile?” She shouted over the roar of the engine.
“In the left pocket of my jacket! But I can’t reach it!” He replied, desperation in his voice.
True enough, both his hands were occupied with steering them to safety. Sweat beaded his brow. This was no video game. If they crashed at this speed, they would be dead. Vanessa did not even think about it as she reached over his body, running her hands over his body in search of his phone. With it, she could call her mother, Diana, Cassie, anybody with the power to help them.
She didn’t notice the boy blushing like a tomato when she finally grabbed what seemed like a mobile phone. She managed to pull it out, but one arm knocked against his arm, and nearly sent them careening into the back of a truck.
“Hey! Watch it!”
“Sorry.” She was about to press the buttons on the mobile when she realized with a sinking feeling that the display screen was not lighted.
“It’s out of battery!” She screamed in dismay.
“What?” The boy turned to look at her.
“Watch out!” She yelled, and he turned his head back to the front in time to avoid another vehicle. Vanessa tumbled painfully to one side of the car.
“Shit, shit, shit.” The boy cursed. “What do we do? What do we do?” He was obviously panicked, and Vanessa stared at him. He got me out of that dump without a plan?
Then she realized she didn’t even know his name. “I’m Vanessa Kapatelis. My friends call me Nessie, like the Loch Ness monster.”
His head turned towards her for a moment. “Huh? Lackness monster?”
She sighed, “Never mind, what’s your name?”
“Ramon.”
“No surname?”
He snapped, “My mum never gave me one.”
His words took her aback, and she looked at him more carefully. He wore a scruffy jacket, and his face was the kind that belonged in dark alleys and street gangs. There was a certain brittleness in him, that she knew indicated that a person had no dreams left, no hope for a better future.
Vanessa knew the feeling, she had felt that way herself when she had been manipulated by Doctor Psycho and Sebastian Ballesteros into becoming the Silver Swan. It had taken her mother and Diana a lot of effort to make her feel like a person again.
“Thank you for helping me back there.”
His tone softened. “I was just being stupid.”
“Why is that?”
He did not reply, as there was a sudden acceleration from one of cars behind them, a red racer. Vanessa looked back to see the leader of the thugs in the driver’s seat, an angry sneer on his face.
Kash moved up beside their car, and hollered at Ramon, “So boy, think you can take me? Let’s dance!”
Then the red racer pulled ahead.

Ramon tried to remain calm. Kash could have taken them out, but he didn’t. He wanted a race. I’ll give you a race you’ll never forget. Ramon swore to himself as he pressed on the gas pedal. This is for Bill!
He caught up to Kash, but had to swerve behind Kash’s racer when a truck appeared in his way. Vanessa clung on grimly, somehow knowing that this was something he had to do. For himself, for her, and for Bill’s memory.
Kash led them into the heart of the city of Boston, ignoring red lights and even road directions, down narrow alleys and crowded roads, still packed with vehicles at this time of the night.
Ramon moved his gears rapidly, pushing the Nightblade for all it was worth in an effort to catch up with Kash, but to no avail. Behind them were the rest of Kash’s gang, shooting the lights out of the city in an unplanned orgy of violence.
The Nightblade skidded dangerously on one corner with two wheels, and they almost crashed into a building. Vanessa screamed, “Calm down!”
Rage burned in Ramon’s young heart, and his lips pulled back to reveal a snarl of frustration as he tried to regain the distance lost.
“You’ll get us killed!” Vanessa shouted, “I don’t want to die here!”
Her words somehow registered with him. In his mind’s eye, he suddenly saw the image of a car wreck. He was in the driver’s seat, blood streaming down his head, just like when Bill had died. Beside him was the girl he had saved, blood all over her body, her neck twisted.
He had rescued her from the warehouse for this to happen?
You control the car, don’t let it control you. Jase’s words flowed back to him, and Ramon relaxed. The same went for his emotions. If he allowed them to be his master, there was no way he could win. He had to think of Vanessa, and Jase too.
He relaxed visibly, and said, “I’m okay now. But I still have to do this. Kash can chase us anywhere, and his crew are still behind us.”
“Can you shake them off?”
Ramon was about to say no, when he realized that wasn’t true. “Well, here goes nothing.”
He moved the car till it was in front of one of the pursuing vehicles, then stomped on his brakes. “Hang tight!”
The thugs chasing them crashed into the rear of the Nightblade, the driver and his passengers flying out through the front windscreen. Ramon held onto the steering handles with white knuckles, while Vanessa had braced her arms against the dashboard.
Their other shocked pursuers, consisting of two motorbikes, had moved in front of them, slowing down as they realized what had happened.
Ramon did not give them the chance to think further, as he pressed onto the accelerator, the Nightblade surging forward towards the thugs. He smashed into one thug, knocking the man over, the thug flying off and flopping onto the ground like a broken rag doll.
Ramon knew that the he might be killing them.
He didn’t care.
The other thug panicked and rode off on his bike. Ramon snarled and gave chase. It was all too simple for him to catch up to the bike and catch its rear from one side with his front bumper. The thug crashed to the ground. He did not get up again.
Another roar, by now familiar to them, grew. They turned to see Kash, who had undoubtedly turned back to see where they were.
Ramon headed for the garage at top speed.

9.35 pm
Phillip had tracked the Nightblade to a garage, but it wasn’t there. There was only an aging engineer and several garage crew members sitting around and watching TV after a day of hard work. He guessed they were part of a car theft ring, but they seemed honest enough.
He left the garage, continuing to track the Nightblade, and had arrived at a warehouse. He left his bike at a safe distance, then approached it on foot. There were mobsters in the area, but none of them saw him as he moved stealthily past them.
Nope, the car wasn’t here either. He frowned, before creeping past the guards again and back to his bike to continue the hunt. From what he had heard from the conversation of the thugs, Kash Galucci was involved, and so was Vanessa Kapatelis. Somebody, a teenager, had rescued young Nessie, and Kash had given chase.
Once he had reached his bike, Phillip opened his mobile phone and called the police. Wonder Woman would need the information tip if she needed to find her young friend.
Of course, there was no need for her to know it was him.

Ramon barreled the Nightblade into the garage, making Jase and the rest of the crew sit up and stare at him. He rushed out of the car, and helped Vanessa out. Her legs were rubbery after the terrifying ride.
“What happened?” Jase asked as he looked over the battered Nightblade. “Ramon, who’s this girl?” He gestured to Vanessa.
Ramon gasped, “Don’t worry about that. You got a mobile phone?”
“Tell me what’s going on!”
The words tumbled out of Ramon. “Kash and his goons tried to rape this girl. I got her out. He’s on his way here.”
“Correction, I’m already here.”
They turned to see Kash and several more thugs with guns leveled at them. Kash said, “Kill them all.”
Gunfire erupted, and the rest of the crew dove for the floor. Ramon could not hear anything, but he saw the others taking out their own guns to fight back. It wasn’t enough to beat Kash and his thugs, but better to go down fighting than to wait and die.
He saw Bob go down, then Wendle. Tears flowed down Ramon’s face as he witnessed the death of those he had called family ever since Jase had taken him in. Their dead eyes stared at him from the floor, but there was no hint of accusation in them.
It was as though they understood why he had done what he did, and agreed.
He reached out for Bob’s gun, and picked it up, the cold feel of the metal chilling the nerves in his hand. Vanessa stared at him in horror, and mouthed, “No.” He ignored her response. He didn’t care anymore.
Ramon closed his eyes, then opened them, rage and sorrow threatening to overwhelm him. He rose up from behind the table he had hidden behind, the gun in his hand barking death. A thug went down, then he crouched back down again. He saw bullets hit gas tanks and flammable fuel. The garage began to burn. Ramon saw Vanessa, and she was holding herself in fear. The rest of the crew was either dead or dying, though he could still see Jase firing back.
Then there was another sound, a whining tone. All of a sudden, the air overhead was no longer flying with bullets. He peaked over the table.
A brilliant light blast scythed through the air, eviscerating one of Kash’s men into half. The mobster screamed in anger, and motioned his men to spread out, facing their perimeter, which had come under attack.
Taking advantage of the respite, Ramon looked around for Jase. Then he shook his head in disbelief.
Jase laid on his back on the floor, blood pooling under his body. Ramon crawled next to him, lifting his head off the floor. “Jase, stay with me. I’m gonna get you out of here!”
Jase opened his eyes, and croaked, “Forget it, kid. I’m dead, it’s just… a matter of time. Take the car, get out of here.” He winced in pain, blood starting to flow from the sides of his mouth.
Ramon hung his head, tears running down his cheeks, “Jase, I’m sorry.”
“You did… the right thing. I’m proud… of… you.” The old engineer closed his eyes. The fire around them built, almost scorching Ramon’s skin. The flames climbed higher and higher. They had to get out, and soon.
Amidst the burning garage, Ramon hugged Jase’s head to himself, rocking back and forth in denial, his mouth open in a silent scream. He sobbed, his life torn apart in a single night. He was again an orphan, unwanted, unloved, a lone soul in a world gone mad. What did doing the right thing matter when it also meant the deaths of those he cared for?
There was a light touch on his shoulder. He turned to see Vanessa, her face also streaked with tears at what she had seen. “Ramon, we have to go. Don’t let his death be in vain.”
Ramon stared at her, before he nodded numbly. He gestured to the Nightblade. It might be battered from the previous fighting, but it was still the fastest vehicle they had.
They burst out of the burning garage, surprising Kash and the other band fighting with them.

Nolan winced as a bullet grazed his arm. They had tracked the Nightblade to this garage, when it had roved all over Boston in a haphazard manner, only to see the other gang attacking the garage with guns blazing.
Confused, Nolan had simply ordered his men to kill everybody.
The other group had fought back, even though they were outgunned by his men. The ensuing firefight claimed lives on both sides, and Nolan was beginning to suspect he might have made the wrong decision. Maybe the other gang were hunting Phillip Delacroix as well?
Then the Nightblade crashed out of the burning garage, and veered off onto the open road. Nolan made a gesture, and his men sprang into pursuit.

9.40 pm
Wonder Woman listened closely to the police report transmitted to her through her earrings.
“Wonder Woman, we’ve received an anonymous tip. The caller said that he saw a young girl matching Vanessa Kapatelis’ description near the warehouses near the harbor.” Then he gave her the exact location.
“Thank you. I’m heading there now.” Despite her fatigue and pain, the Amazon put on an extra burst of speed, her slim but beautiful body cutting a shapely figure through the air, as she headed towards what she hoped would be her final stop of the night.
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