My Super Secret Life-23.

Chapter 23

Okay going to the mall with Terry and her Mom was a really good time and it helped me get my mind off of things. I even kind of had a few of these really cool moments where I could see Terry’s fledgling girl soul starting to flourish and come out into the foreground of her new self.

It makes me wonder because am I like that remotely?

I mean I can see Terry really wanting to get out from under that place that he’d been living in socially. I mean I didn’t get it but I remembered more and more these incidental little things about Terry and stuff that was just part of the background in my old life.

It’s a pretty strange feeling being able to look back on events that happened to you in your head and have someone that you’re with now there as a person that wasn’t even on your radar but now it’s like I can remember every little detail that I was exposed to then whether it was on my radar or not at the time.

And I get it.

I cans remember just how much it meant for me to be popular, and how all consuming that was that I was the best and the most loved/hated/feared and the best looking, with the best boyfriend and all of that stuff.

Terry was just treated like trash, not even trash because most people ignore trash and terry was bullied. I’m just glad that I wasn’t directly one of them but I know I was part of it all in the big elitist picture.

But Terry is so well adjusted or adjusting really well to the new self she has it’s had me wondering a lot of our trip about me and being Titan.

So after I drop off everyone and the stuff that I had gotten for everyone I head to my quarters here at The Tower.

I take a breath and release Titan.

I sort of call it that because it’s just I am sort of squeezing in someone a lot bigger into Sunny.

Actually it feels like I do when I lay out tanning only like it’s sped up. Like that heat from the sunshine is just building and building until it fills me and then I feel like I’ve been working out hard like you know when you can start to feel all your muscles. Well it’s like that and by the time that sun like heat fades that strong muscled feeling settles into being Titan.

Into being me.

Okay as bad as it might sound the first thing I generally do if I can is to go and take a shower and sort of wash the Sunny off.

Not that I’m doing that in a bad way but there are traces of her on me and yes I’m referring to her in a way that she’s like a separate person from me. No a good shower sort of lets me connect to being me.

Though it really is evident I need to get a grip after my shower and my little fantasy session about seeing Terry nearly naked so many times that my friend…likely right now my best friend when I’m Sunny…I got too caught up in it and well one thing lead to another and…

Oh god that’s such a powerful release and I’m even panting when I’m done leaning on the wall of the shower.

God she’s got great breasts….hell with all those curves and muscle she’s got a great everything else too.

“Great just great I’m lusting after Terry and Shane.”

Just thinking about Shane and her tight awesome hot little Japanese body has me stirring again.”

I look down at my crotch and towel. “Oh fucking shut the hell up.”

God…face palm.

“Oh I’m such a guy; I’m already talking to it.”

Kind of disturbed and vaguely disgusted with myself I head into the bed room and get changed into some of the provided work out clothes and check my messages.

Nothing.

Okay Sasha could be doing anything right now and in a city of this size the Firefighters are always bust with something so I hit the gym.

I try to work out me frustrations with my sexual things by trying to be the whole typical guy if I’m not using typical gear but I hit the weights and the universal equipment and then hit the boxing targets…bags don’t really work when you are really super strong you need something designed to be able to bleed off the force of the hits and be built to last. I’m a lot of super weight classes below either one of the Champions and the stuff here is built for even them to not trash.

I’m there about two hours before I actually head out after another shower this time just transforming into my usual clothes and outfit kind of thing and it’s dark now so I head out and start to patrol the city.

It helps having an ear-com to keep abreast of everything but it’s a bitch getting used to address’s while running and jumping and doing parkour. I really need to get some real life training in that as Sunny so that it’ll sort of translate over.

I start to respond to calls. I’m a Champion so it’s only the whole officer needs assistance calls that we try to respond to. The actual police get a bit testy when you snag a call from them and start doing their jobs for them. There’s a lot of the cape set that do that but not when you’re part of a registered and historied super-team.

I’m really glad that I’m bullet proof. You’d think even now-a-days we could have the skills and the tech to keep automatic weapons out of the hands of civilians or rather the criminals but then again if they played by the rules they wouldn’t be criminals.

It’s mostly in the deeper parts of south side Paradise City. These aren’t close to the beaches because well ocean front there if not like this even if it’s still a dangerous place.

No this is Southside and it’s the old areas that had become basically the projects and the left behind areas in the city. It’s a jigsaw puzzle of ethnics and gang turfs and lots of trouble sometimes. Well all the time but I’m trying to be nice about things.

My first call was supporting a Narco unit taking a drug house that got dicey. And by dicey I mean fully automatic combat shotguns.

The thing is deceptively simple. I take a vest with me and I walk in first and play human shield. I get hit and shot at and I take it even though it hurts and stings and a shotgun slug does hurt, it doesn’t break my skin but it hurts. So I muscle my way inside and the first thing I do it grab the guns and crush them before even hitting them.

Deceptively is the key word because it’s the fact that there are family members there and these guys run this stuff out of their homes. I knock a gun the wrong way and someone innocent could get hurt.

That time it didn’t turn out like that.

Or the two that followed right after that either. But the last one was just…just…it was in the basement of an old industrial building and there were all these young teen and pre-teen girls there naked except for a thong, rubber gloves and shitty quality filter masks processing the drugs and they were instantly a hazard.

And the stuff was to keep them from stealing it more than exposure. Most had been exposed to the drugs and were high eyes glazed over but still aware because they’d been doing this for so long they were second hand junkies.

The dealers don’t care because they get fucked up from withdrawal if they quit and them getting hooked usually means they’ll stick around as well as be ripe for getting turned out into the streets as hookers.

Or put into bang-bang rooms that were upstairs.

And there were kids there because these kids themselves would get pregnant and had no one or nothing in their lives to rely on except for the money from the drugs and the sex trade.

It’s the abject misery there that got to me the worst and the fact when these girls were getting processed they just took all of it even arrested with this not really caring because this, this to them was what life was.

You could see some of them never had a chance. Just were literally brought up like this because they were the poor, the left behinds and….

Just like any of those 3rd world rated colonies. Hope was and is something some alien to them that you literally can’t see it in their eyes.

I had to get out of there and I left once things got wrapped up just sort of getting chased out by that atmosphere there that was choking me.

It’s the 27th century; we shouldn’t be seeing this sort of thing anymore!

I wander, jumping around sort of gliding and catching air until it was really late and I end up at Sasha’s place. I landed in at the balcony and I went to knock.

Then I heard the sounds of her having sex…I made her make those sounds myself and yeah…

Boy…I’m kind of naive stupid right? Was I really expecting her to be holding a torch and waiting for me to call her? She’s a grown woman, and what we had was one of those heat of the moment things.

It still hurt though but that’s what being a kid is though me being stupid enough to think that she’d just be waiting to see me again and all excited and everything.

Sigh.

I let myself fall off the railing before kicking off from the side of her building. I tend to make a decent sized thump from the force of my legs when I do that and I really don’t want her to know that I was there. After leaving her the phone message it’d just seem kind of loserish and maybe a bit teen stalker like too.

I head out and actually just practice this a bit. Trying to get into this rhythm of jumping off the side of a building but to another and sort of bounce-jumping from one to another and even running along the side of a building when I have enough speed to get to my next jump point.

I miss a few times, fall three times just running out of building and not knowing the aerial geography. They never really show the hours that you put into practicing stuff like that, to learn these super skills that they just pull off so easy in books and movies.

It helps though, it helps take my mind off Sasha and Matt/Alexis and mostly helps me get through those kids and those situations and how there is just so many that slip through the cracks!

I’m actually getting more and more steamed all over again now. Things were so much simpler when I was just a needy, greedy bimbo and I never would have clued into these things happening to the same reality as I was living in!

It’d never hurt like this and I’d have just addle-minded my way through life sleeping my way to whatever I wanted!

I hear a call over my headset out in the Diamond Hills shopping district and there’s a call for back up that actually gets cut off with some violent trauma sounds.

I know that address its right at one of the intersections of one of the main shopping areas. I shop there a bit but it was practically bimbo me’s second home. Very Rodeo drive kind of setting.

I see it going on before I even get there and there’s an armored car. Not like one that transports money but more like something out of those Death race movies. There’s two security firm cars on fire and a limousine with its front third sliced in half and three police cars in the same way…as well as several cops either sliced in half or with big holes in their bodies.

There’s some guy with a red body suit that’s like leathers mixed with hard armor and a dark tinted visor in the helmet mask. There’s several merc like guys in almost SWAT like gear with him and their dragging this woman to the armored car and she’s screaming.

I land hard with an almost stomp will myself heavy on the armored car and drive it into the pavement and pushing the roof in like it was a pop can getting squeezed and folded in half.

The Red guy turns fast looking at me and opening fire with this blast of energy from his fist. I was expecting him to do that just by the way that his body was turning and I twist sideways avoiding the beam.

I felt the heat and the power of it though. That, that would have likely hurt.

I’m dodging now because he just doesn’t leave it at one and he doesn’t even say shit either. No snappy banter no villain monologs. He’s just trying to kill me. I really hate it when the bad guys are halfway competent.

The girl isn’t co-operating with him either still screaming at him to “Let me the fuck go you fucking asshole!” she pulls on his arm hard enough that his shot gets pulled off and misses me.

It would have hit too.

He shoves her at one of the mercs and he goes to use both hands to fire on me and I copy Matt and I drop under the shots. Just like a fall but I use my new push off a building jump trick to shove off the curb of the sidewalk in a super leap styled football tackle.

Ugh…it felt like I tackled the lamp post.

He’s solid.

And we go flying in through the wall of Sports unlimited and through all the aisles of stock and stuff to crash into some of the displays and I roll over ontop of us and start hammering on him hard and well…

I get three hits in before he starts to hit me back only he’s hitting me better and like he’s trained for it. I’m all of a sudden the big kid that can scrap in a fight with a marine or something.

It gets worse, he’s as strong as me or he’s close to it and like I said he knows how to fight and before I know it I get my first ever shot to the balls…

Ooooooohhh…

Then I drop choking as I get a shot to the throat.

Fuck that hurt.

Then there’s this surge of red light as his energy ramps up and I’m trying to breathe and he levels both hands at me and cuts loose with a built up blast.

I remember it hurt; it burned and broke things…? I pass out seeing bits of burned t-shirts and stuff floating down on me as I lay there in the street…

I don’t even know who the hell he was.