My Super Secret Life…Villain-12

Chapter 12

Kiss her.

She’s certainly attractive enough.

“The last time I kissed you Link, I had quite the reaction.”

“I know.” She smiles and dimples.

“Not that funny.”

“Did I laugh?”

“Okay, no kisses?”

I sit back sideways in the seat. “How’s about an explanation then?”

She grins and sits facing me but cross legged. “I’m called Link not just for my look but for the fact that I can feed off of your powers.”

“So you’re a Dracula.”

“I’m not a vampire.”

“I know what a Dracula is.”

“Still I’m not a vamp.”

“Okay, go on?”

“I Link up to people and use their powers to charge up my own. But in return some of my powers get transferred over temporally to the person I’m kissing.”

“This isn’t temporary Link.”

“No, you were jammed up inside but when I kissed you I was recharging my psi abilities but you were getting a dose of my healing factor.”

“You’re a regen.” She nods.

“And it triggered you’re growth spurt, I guess that your body having been all held in check by whatever saw that as harm to your natural state and kicked you growing up into high gear.”

I nod okay that makes sense.

“So you only transfer healing to your recharge?”

“Usually I have to concentrate for other things.”

“Like…?”

“Like if I recharge with say a brick I can if I concentrate about it get a dose of their strength.”

“And what about that person’s strength?”

“The same for the most part, super strength is one of those things where the power’s always on, always regenerating and a lot of it goes unused. I just skim some off the top.”

“And you’re strong for?”

“It varies depending on the person and how their powers work but about ten minutes.”

“And the healing factor you send them?”

“About the same.”

“But I was out of it and changing a lot longer than that.”

She grins and she shrugs. “Honestly I think that I just gave you a kick start and the rest was you.”

“So you wanted to kiss me why this time?”

“Uhm….because you’re kind of cute and really my type of girl.”

“You don’t know me.”

“We can fix that Rook.”

And this is where I have my little inner debate with the pros and cons and actually the fact that if her healing factor boosts stuff into catching up again who the heck knows what’ll happen to me and then there’s the fact that if she does kiss me again she might not do anything to me or she might even…get me sprouting breasts.

And after turning it around in my head…I actually want them. I am so tired of not having anything there and I’m at the point emotionally where they’d make me feel less image conscious.

Shockingly to me is the fact that I’d kind of sort of be cheating on Jeff. I take a few long minutes to sort of think about that and to scrub the boyfriend girlfriend bit out of my head. I’m not a good girl…I don’t do good girl relationships. Besides, he doesn’t need to hook up long term with someone like me. If I’m caught it’ll be bad for him.

Keep it loose, casual.

Stay Free Rikki.

Actually no, Richard was my given name, I was Ricky most of my semi-okay childhood so…Rook…now really I’m Rook.

I take a breath and a Tk burst and I shoot/slide across the seat to Link and I kiss her. It’s had and passionate at first and then it’s like some part of Rick is still there and part of me because I’m kissing a girl. I’m finally kissing a girl and my brain is saying Yeah…that’s the stuff.

Soft and sweet, delicate and yet solid and real and I can feel her powers sort of it’s like a drink of booze. Starting at our kiss then this feeling like a spreading warmth through me and she’s filling me up but at the same time it’s like she’s sipping at the overflow of what was in me and displaced by the energy she put into me.

I reach up and cup her really small pert little breasts and a little TK and my touch is pushed through everything she’s wearing and she gasps in the kiss and arches her chest into my hands and I give her a buzz touch. Just a little Tk vibration of her actual nipples and a push too of that little bit of force into her…into all those breast nerves.

She breaks the kiss and shoves her chest into my hands and gives off this girly grunt and she blushes or gets flushed and her eyes flutter.

I kiss her sweetly and softly before sliding back on my seat, she’s gripping hers like she was hanging on. “What the fuck was that….?” She asks sort of panting.

I smile. “You’re last kiss, took me over the edge and gave me my first big O, I thought I’d return the favor.”

“Nugh…uh-huh you totally did…Shit what kind of power was that? I tough you were a psionic?”

“I am but…” I smile and shrug. Hey I’m not sharing my power tricks, if they think I have other powers then fine by me. It’ll keep people from nailing what I can do down.

I look around and we’re heading deeper into the old subway tunnels. Ark City’s old, I mean for a free colony it’s old and this is the first city, the first real city and there had been over a hundred and fifty years of people here before they found the alien ship. So there was two whole subways built over it and they made those from recycling the mines here. The first industry here was mining and everyone figures the mountains dumped a lot of stuff into the city-valley when the ship had crashed here.

They were looking for more subway stuff or something when they discovered the ship. The thing is there where mutants living down here even then and they had dug their way to the ship and into it first.

The Military and the Corporate forces were beaten back and the mutants had claimed a large portion of the ship. But the stuff the normals had gotten caused a huge tech boom and that attracted the Alien races that are/were interested and that sparked a second and third and fourth boom on the planet as of the major races settled in and invested in New Haven.

There’s still though people, companies trying to get a foothold down here for the tech and the power even after the fighting had been a war pretty much that the normals lost.

And a lot of the survivors of that war had been the first “Super-Villains” and there’s been a shit-ton of other factors ever since but there’s a line in the sand for sure.

We pass by a few checkpoints. Debris and trash walls for the first few and the guards are mostly anthro canines, mostly…

“Police dogs?” I ask Link.

“Yeah they’re called The Shields, they work for the council.”

“Thought they were pretty loyal?”

“They’re Dogs of course they’re loyal unless they’ve been abused or injured or something along those lines.”

“Injured? They don’t take care of them?”

“Often not, they’re canines which means they grow up faster and there’s always a new recruit.”

Shepherd speaks up. “I was raised just like that over in Moon Valley, they’ll tell you it’s an anthro community and it is but it’s a breeding zone. We get raised thinking that we’re doing good and that we’ll be just as equal as the humans we grew up around but we’re not human and once we’re out there on the force or fire department or the military we’re what we are and that’s third classed beings and expendable. You get hurt and you’re shipped home to retire where you can breed sure but you’re put out to pasture, and pensioned off with really shitty pay and you’re stuck trying to make ends meet from city life to being back on….”

I look at him. “The reservation?”

He nods. “And we’re the lucky ones.”

“Lucky ones?”

“Other planets, other governments they breed hominid animals for slaves, lab toys, combat soldiers all sorts of crap and they have no bones about it and they’re state property. Here on New Haven you’re not forced to breed, you’re a citizen as long as you pass the tests like any immigrant and yeah there’s a huge amount of prejudice and stuff but we do have a lot more rights than anywhere else except Earth and the Spirit Colonies.”

I look at a trio of Anthro-German Shepherds in old fatigues and with assault weapons as we pass through.

It’s a totally different world I’m heading into.

Once through the old tunnels which are far from being abandoned either as I see whole groups of humans here too ranging from the homeless that seem to have gathered in groups to cyber-punkers and there’s runaways by the thousands here and a mix of mutant looking types maybe and Anthros too.

There’s little shanty places/camps everywhere here and the poverty is…

Link’s beside me and she’s looking grimly out the bus windows. “You don’t have to be a mutant for society to throw you away like trash.”

“I lived on the streets but we really just heard rumors.” I say looking out. “What’s the deal here?”

“Immigrants actually. We have only so much room and resources in FT at a time and if we let everyone just come in there’d be chaos.”

“I though that all were welcome?”

“They are but we have to keep it a slow trickle, if we let them all in then they’d get mob like and try to do something stupid.”

“Stupid?”

“Fifty years ago there was a council that thought they could handle it all and they let everyone in. They quickly made their own families or tribes or gangs and tried to force the mutants out of what was theirs. It wasn’t all of them, just enough it sparked our militant and volatile types and there was a massacre.”

“Since we just keep it a trickle but a steady one for the sake of keeping the peace.”

I frown but nod. I get it.

“So they live here?”

“Yeah but they can travel inside with a pass they can buy or a work tag.”

“Pass? Work tag?”

“We need lots of people to work at stuff to built the things we need as a community like any other city so we offer work tags that you have to wear. It says that you have a job here and that gets you a fast track to getting a place once you’re though. A pass is just a paper for the day with a password on it that you buy to get into FT for whatever reasons.”

“So what do you call this place?” I ask her.

“These are the fringes, it’s where those that can’t make it up above end up coming to eventually.”

I nod and soon we’re heading down a huge mining tunnel, like the ones used for those huge dump trucks and then I see it.

“Silverwall.” Link says.

Silverwall is actually the slang for the hull of the alien ship. We pull up and we’re searched and scanned as Shepherd is talking to the guards there and then we go through. Actually it’s a huge cave and there’s one of those sandbag walls first then another guard post and then we pass though the “Wall”

It’s solid metal and it’s thirty feet thick.

Oh…

The rumors are true, there’s a sub hull that’s got to be fifty yards wide and here’s were we’re stopping and it’s like where old caravans would stop outside of ancient cities. Ye scope is huge. The Aliens really were giants. This thing is huge! I mean we know that, we all know that from school or TV that this ship covers most of the area under the city and out into the ocean but learning isn’t seeing.

Link looks at me. “We get you signed in with us on our rolls and we’ll hit The Hall.”

“The Hall?”

“Base for the Underground Railroad, you’re getting vouched for by us and we can talk turkey about you’re gifts and trade plus…”

“Plus?”

“I have a room, you can bunk with me.”

I look at her and she’s looking at me smiling but also there’s this blunt frank look there too. “Am I sleeping with you?”

“I’d like that, honestly Rook. I want more of that touch and more of you.”

I look at her and she is actually as deep been through the shitty side of life survivor as she is this fae looking elf girl in combats and a stocking cap. If I’m being honest with myself I want more of her. I want to be with her, with another girl and well we have history. Mind you not much of a history but still.

“Okay, thanks for the place to stay.”

She grins at me. “Sure, with the way that you touched me it was soooo selfless of me.”

Okay, that makes me smile.

“Time to go Rook.” She says and gets up and I put my make up face on and she looks at me and grins.

We head off the bus and in unload the stuff I brought and I’m already making notes in my head. The Fringes, they’re important…I can see so much grief there and I’ve plans to help them as much as I can too like my Brickyards…so a little for them on every trip.

Link and Shepherd take me and the stuff to this large building. Well the inner hull is a wall that’s got to be a hundred feet tall and all over the outside is these buildings that have been built on it with what looks like large metal sheets and plasters like automotive repair ceramics it’s very strange and the architecture is so different and there’s some art…lots of art mostly graffetti and tags but there’s something, something that’s just here that’s outside the human experience.

Makes sense really, humans have been the minority down here for a long time and it is it’s own culture. Mutated right along with the beings that live here but it’s real all the same. And if I thought there were people out in The Fringes this is packed, really packed and my god.

If the humans above had any real idea, there’d likely be so much a panic it’d lead to war. I hear such a mix of languages here too.

And I spot members of the big three alien races down here too which isn’t surprising as they have made it clear they’re watching this whole thing unfold. More to think about really.

We’re heading into one of these tower buildings one of the largest within eyesight and it’s castle like a big square keep and there’s another square and another until just about ten feet from the ceiling. But the place is built from black spray painted riveted metal and has something familiar to it…box cars, it’s made out of box cars.

“This is?” I’m looking it over.

Shepherd walks beside me. “Welcome to Grand Central Station, home of The Underground Railroad.”

I head inside with him but I notice there’s eyes here and there intently on all of us.

Looks like I’ve a long steep climb up the learning curve here.