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Green Lantern: The Emotional Spectrum	By : DSTorres Category: DC Verse Comics > Green Lantern Views: 7458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Emotional Spectrum
Chapter 3: Rage

Several days had passed since Lyssa’s mating with Parallax on the Sinestro Corp homeworld of Qward. Krona’s plans continued as scheduled and it was Lyssa's purpose in life to record these momentous events. The now sultry looking Talokian watched as her savior and master prepared to dispatched the next emotional entity upon the Green Lantern known as Kyle Rayner. The Rage entity known as the Butcher, made an angry roar as it fought against the energy constructs that bound it to its post. Krona simply floated before the beast and watched as the entity fought against its restraints. When the beast finally stood still Krona the Mad freed the rage entity from its confinement. The Butcher snorted and then roared again but Krona was not phased by this outburst. He simply gazed into the entity’s orbs and the entity, while not calm, settled. Lyssa watched as the Butcher was given its instructions. Krona motioned to the stars in the skies above Ryut and the Butcher snorted, squatted down and then launched itself out of the temple.

Lyssa watched as the red streak of light the bull like creature left in its trail. After it traveled beyond her view Lyssa returned her gaze to the book. None could see that her exotic features now appeared sad as she focused her gaze on her masters book. Her hand traveled along the blank page as she waited for the story to occur so it might be documented for future generations. She watched as the book created an image of Kyle Rayner. Apparently it did not take the beast long to locate and possess him. She watched as Kyle’s appearance changed from his customized Green Lantern uniform into that of a demonic looking executioner. The armor was a mixture of black and red and was adorned with the Butcher’s signature helmet, and axe. The face of the Red Lantern of Sector 2814 appeared in the pages of the Black Book and she could see Kyle make his journey towards Earth in search of her. The woman, while not familiar to Lyssa, was obviously someone that Rayner knew very well. The red ring, created by Krona specifically for this host, easily sensed the rage in this woman’s heart and flew through space to join with her.
Lyssa knew the woman would serve Krona’s needs… and deep down, this brought about a feeling the likes of which Lyssa Drak had not know for quite some time… jealousy. Lyssa fought to control this emotion, least she display it at some inopportune time. Returning to her duty she watched as the events unfolded before her.
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The red ring flew through space at a blinding speed. It zoomed past stars, around the path of orbiting planets and other cosmic events on its quest. The ring was programmed with the single goal of finding a specific host. It flew through the darkness of space, past stars, spacial anomalies and several passing spacecraft causing severe damage and some loss of life as it continued on its mission.

Finally arriving on Earth, the ring flew through the northern hemisphere and then towards the west coast of North America. The ring had locked in on its intended host and smashed through the window of the woman’s home with a resounding crash.
Aimee DeWitt was sitting in her apartment all alone. Her life had spiraled down to the point where she was literally alone. Her family was never able to help console her over her sister’s gruesome and death. The police found Alexandra “Alex” DeWitt, crammed into her refrigerator with all her groceries, apparently strangled to death. The police had no suspects, and the only information Aimee had ever uncovered was that the killer had very large hands.
To further enrage her, Alex’s boyfriend had failed to show up for her funeral. Kyle was Alex’s on again off again boyfriend who seemed to coast through life doing whatever and barely staying afloat. He had moved away almost the moment after Alex had died and never even sent a sympathy card. The icing on the cake was the day she had run into Kyle at Alex’s plot. All the rage that she had managed to bottle up until this moment in time flew out and she laid into him. Aimee made even more regular trips to the cemetery to make sure that Kyle never came by. Occasionally Aimee would find a bouquet of flowers at her sister’s grave delivered by an unknown party but leaves them be, even if they might be from Kyle, just in case they are from one of her family members.
Aimee’s life continued to spiral down as she would lash out at family member while at gatherings, co-workers and bosses at work. She even yelled at people in stores who had done her no wrong. Jobless, living off of unemployment that was about to run out, and cut of from her family, Aimee had only her rage for the man that should have been with Alex. She keeps thinking to herself that if Kyle had been with her sister that night Alex might be alive… even if Kyle had to die in her place.
It was at that moment that Aimee was brought out of her rage filled stupor as her window was smashed and a flying red object floated before her.
“Aimee DeWitt… you have great rage in your heart, Welcome to the Red Lantern Corp.”
Upon completing the introduction, the ring places itself on Aimee’s right middle finger. Aimee does not even have time to register what has occurred as she feels her blood literally boil within her and moments later expels it out of her mouth.
Aimee felt her body begin to morph as the ring made several changes to he lean unhealthy woman she had become due to her grief. Staggering to her bathroom, Aimee gazed in the mirror as she watched her skin pigment shift from its pale complexion back to her normal pinkish hue. Her drab unkept hair straighten and grew out. Her malnutritioned body filled out and her face shift just enough that she was almost the mirror image of her younger sister Alex. Despite this overhaul she had the gleam of a psychotic looking Caucasian woman in her eyes. Aimee took note that she was now adorned in a red singlet bearing a black and white sigil, the sigil of the Red Lanterns. Her arms were covered by lengthy gloves, and her legs were encased in thigh high boots.
As Aimee was taking stock of her self with what little primal intelligence she now possessed she suddenly felt off. She looked around but found nothing amiss. Something however made her look up. While there was nothing on the ceiling she felt something call out her her. Aimee launched herself through her apartment wall and flew up into space. Finding herself moments later in the cold reaches of space. Her base intelligence was taking in the wonders of space when she righted herself and the Red Lantern of Sector 2814 found herself face to face with the Butcher.
Aimee was poised for a fight. She knew not who this was, nor did she know why she was supposed to be here. The armored male before her patted the axe in his right hand in his left as he took in the female's form.
“Who are you?” Aimee asks in a strangely coherent manner.
The male before her says nothing, just continues to stand in stoic silence, as if mocking her. Growling in annoyance, heated plasma now dripping from her mouth, Aimee charges the Butcher. Aimee notes the smirk on the Butcher's face and is determined to remove it and his head for the insult.
Her foe however sidesteps the clumsy attack and when his target is almost past him, he brings the flat of his ax down upon his opponents back. While not cut Aimee is hurt and finds herself flailing about in space. It takes her several moments to straighten up as she attempts to gain her bearings in this zero gravity environment. When she regains control, she opens her mouth as if to scream but releases a large amount of of her rage induced plasma. Aimee can only watch in annoyance as the plasma flows harmlessly around its target's shield. Now even angrier, Aimee charges off at the armored opponent again. The butcher easily avoids her even clumsier attack again only this time grabs his foe by her long hair and yanks her back. Discarding his weapon, Butcher uses his now free hand to grab one of Aimee’s flailing arms and trap it behind her back. Aimee kicks and screams in mindless rage as she tries to free herself but is not powerful enough to do so. The Butcher releases his hold on her hair and using his other hand creates an energy construct binding the Red Lantern’s arms and hands behind her back. She feels the aura that protects her from the vacuum of space fade and just as she is about to take in her last breath is then covered in another aura.
“Why…” Aimee manages to vocalize before the answer is given to her.
Her captor bends her over and with one hand rips the lower half of her singlet off. The Butcher tears the fabric that covers her breasts, exposing the fleshy mounds before gripping one in his armored hand. Just before she is taken, that that small part of her psyche that is still Aimee DeWitt realizes that she is about to be violated. Nothing could have prepared her for the feeling but Aimee screams as loud as she can in the protective field as the Butcher mounts her from behind. It plunges its large member into her unlubricated nether region in a deep strong thrusts. Releasing her breasts, the Butcher grasps Aimee’s hips and thrusts into her over and over. The pain is excruciating as the beasts size is larger than any she though possible for a human male… if this thing is even human.
While physically mating with the Earth woman, the Butcher looks into the heart and memories of its temporary host. Kyle Rayner of Earth has been so submerged during the last two possessions that he has thought of the last two as dreams. The entity laughs at how clueless these lower beings can be. It does however savors the rage that Kyle fells whenever he dwells on the being known as Major Force. Had the humans not stopped him the Butcher is quite confident that Rayner would have killed Major Force. Where it free to chose at that time the Butcher decided that Rayner would have made an excellent host for him. Having found no other noteworthy memories, the Butcher returned its full attention back to the human woman.
Unmounting Aimee, the Butcher turned the Earth woman around so that she was now facing him/it. He saw an almost pathetically pleading look on her face before he spread her legs and roughly entered her again. Aimee could feel every painful thrust as the Butcher’s enhanced member pumped into her. She could hear every violent slap against her bare ass checks as his hips collided with hers. Pulling her against its chest, Aimee's erect nipples were scraping the metal scales of the Butchers armor as her breasts bounced up and down against the hard armor.
The beast, and that was what he was… a beast, pushed the head of its cock further and further into her until she finally felt the head of it pierce her cervix. Once lodged, the Butcher made short quick thrusts into the female Red Lantern. Aimee screeched in agony as her rapist prepared to come inside her womb. She could literally feel the semen traveling though his member and explode inside of her. The Butcher roared as it ejaculated inside of her. Aimee herself was brought to a forced climax and she fought to catch her breath as the thing that had ravaged her body removed itself from her body. When he had concealed himself in his armor the last thing Aimee saw was the armored fist of her rapist barreling down upon her.
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Kyle Rayner awoke in a cold sweat. His chest was heaving and his body was damp. This was the second such… nightmare as he was thinking of it. They were very twisted and strangely demented erotic nightmares but nightmares just the same as far as he was concerned. Sora was awoken by Kyle rocketing up out of slumber and sat up. She saw Kyle was fighting to catch his breath and kneeling behind him wrapped her naked body in his own. She placed soft kisses along his left shoulder, neck and cheek as she attempted to calm him with her soothing presence. This had the desired effect and Kyle melted into his loves comforting arms.

“Was it the same dream?” Sora asked. Kyle had recently awoken in a similar fashion and had described an encounter with the Sinestro Corpsman, Lyssa Drak. Kyle had not gone into great details but painted a disturbing picture none the less.
“No… This time I saw someone that looked like Parallax assault a woman I know.” Kyle explained. Sora looked at him with a skeptical expression that spoke, “oh really?”
“I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned Alex having a sister.” Sora replied.
“The last time I saw her she basically blamed me for her sister’s death… she wasn’t that far off. Then she laid into me for missing Alex’s funeral. Again... guilty.” Kyle sighed.
“So what happened to her?” Sora inquired.
“Aimee was in deep space while an armored assailant, dressed similar to me while I was, brutally raping her.”
Sora said nothing; she just looked at the anguish on Kyle’s face as he continued.
“That thing… it took great joy in the pain and anguish it caused her.” Kyle answered.
Kyle shoulders dropped as he sighed once again. He knew there had to be more to these vision than simple dreams but did not know what to make of them. Sora tightened her grip on the man she loved. She was at a loss on what to say or do in this situation. Everyone had deep dark dreams and fantasies, now Kyle now had two consecutive dreams of such a nature.
“What do you think it means?” Sora asked him.
Kyle looked Sora in the face, leaned in and kissed her passionately. When he broke the embrace he said, “I think it’s time we take a trip to Earth.”
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On the planet Ryut all of the entities were currently in their restraints as Lyssa Drak watched her master place Aimee DeWitt of Earth in a form of stasis. The Butcher had completed its task and returned its host before anyone was aware he had disappeared. It then possessed the Red Lantern and brought her back to the temple per its master’s wishes.
Lyssa watched as the third woman lay sleeping, unaware of her true purpose. She would remain so until the time was right. Lyssa knew when that would be, despite different physiologies there was always a way to speed the process along. Lyssa felt a new emotion at this moment… anxious… she was actually anxious for the day when Krona’s plans would come to fruition.
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This Chapter is dedicated to Starfyrre & Sexylizard for taking to time to review my story and giving me the inspiration to continue it.
I would also like to thank my friend Claire for donating webspace on her photobucket for character pics. In case you don't know who the character are and don't feel like looking just go here:

http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa106/Starfyrre/GL%20Characters/
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