Taking Over

By Shrike

“Everybody on the floor or we'll kill you.”

I looked up and saw the shouting person was a classicly dressed super
villain in what looked like spandex, but probably was the new Neolastane.
It was the latest fashion using nanotube reinforced synthetic fabric.
The man threatening everyone in the pharmacy wasn't alone however. There
were three more similarly classic dressed villains. They were undoubtedly
MORFS survivors with superpowers.

The one who yelled before repeated now spoke directly to me, “I
said everyone on the ground. That includes you, Pops.”

Now the lowlife was addressing me, Rory O'Brien. I was indeed elderly
and retired after working for more than 50 years as an OB/ GYN. But
I balked at this lowlife addressing me like that. And even if I wanted
to comply, I couldn't. My muscles don't comply well enough anymore.
You see, I had contracted Parkinson. I did go through MORFS as one of
the earliest patients, and I didn't have any defects after that. But
I got poisoned with some manganese and it got me into this condition.
Already my muscles were stiff and my left side was trembling out of
control sometimes.

I snarled back at the villian, “I can't. I'm not well enough to
comply.”

The villain looked at me with screwed eyes before turning away to
make sure the other people were lying on the floor. I turned my attention
to him and the other villains. You see, I didn't get any visible hybrid
traits, just some webbed feet and weird skin on my feet. But I did gain
a mild telepathic ability. It wasn't that strong, but enough to sometimes
read a patient or to comfort someone. Too bad it didn't help me a bit
with my marriage. My wife left me after 6 years of marriage, taking
our little girl of 5 years old with her.

I tried to read the minds of the perpetrators as they started raiding
the drug and medicine cabinets. The skinny one putting bottles into
a carrying case was a bit readable. He was just a kid, barely old enough
to drink or drive. But I was not able to read any of the others till
I got to the girl spraying ice on the stuff that they packed into the
carrying case. For some reason I could very easily invade the thoughts
of this girl.

As I got into her mind, I instantly knew everything
she knew. She wasn't a bright girl, more like a classic blonde. She
was very naíve and simple. It turned out that she had been very retarded
before MORFS cured her defects. But she hadn't learned much after that,
so now she was just ignorant and easily led Maybe that was the reason
I could get into her thoughts that easy. But seriously I doubted
that. 'My telepathic
power isn't that strong.' As I trampled around in her mind, she froze and stood there motionless.
The leader of the group, who called himself Lightning as I knew from
the girls mind, saw both his female accomplice and my old body frozen
up.

He called out, “What the hell are you doing?” Then he shot a huge
lightning bolt towards my old body.

I was barely aware of him doing it, but as it impacted I definitely
noticed. I felt a gut wrenching agony rip through my body and something
snapped. My lights went out as I fell into a dark abyss. The girl got
a backlash as well and fell down like a puppet whose strings got cut.
My body in the meantime twitched before crumpling into a charred heap.

Lightning laughed cruelly as the old man's body died fast and horribly.
He said, “Serves you right, old man.” Than he spat on the body.

Slowly I came to, feeling strange and I don't know, distant. I wasn't
really in control of my body, but it started looking around all on it's
own 'Weird.'. It was then that
I got a big shock. There on the floor were charred remains of a body.
Not just any body but more accurate, the charred remains of my body.
I could clearly identify myself by the clothes and posture. 'But if my body is
there, then where the hell am I?' I willed myself to move the body a bit and as I made it glance down
I got another big shock. I was inside the girl's body. I didn't get
more time at that point to investigate though.

The skinny kid, who called himself Irradiate as I recalled from the
girls memory called out, “Watch out, here comes that pesky team of
Elementals.” Indeed I heard a high whining sound and saw some
people dressed in black suits moving our way.

Lightning grabbed my body, I mean my new body and whispered, “Let's
get out of here babe.” Then to the chubby member of his group, who
called himself Vanisher as I recalled from the girl's memory, “Get
us out of here before they can do something to us.”

I could only watch as a spectator, while Vanisher teleported us away
from the pharmacy while the black clad people from the team of Elementals
made their way towards where we had been standing.

In a blink of an eye I was inside a poorly lit room, with the other
villains. They still thought that I was their team member. But I was
not only Pamela Bonner, or as they called me Ice-Bunny, but I was also
Rory O'Brien. Somehow I inhabited the body with the simple girl. She
wasn't really aware that I was there as well and I made sure that she
wasn't too much aware of my being in there with her.

Feeling safe in this room everyone pulled their hoods down and my
body did the same. Now I understood why they called me Ice-Bunny. I,
or rather Pamela, had gained long white ears like a snow rabbit during
her MORFS. I made a mental note to check later for a fluffy white tail
on my back side. Pamela's memory reminded me that she had one. I couldn't
help thinking, 'Put me in a leotard and I'll fit right in at the Hefner mansion.'

Then I got another shock, something resembling a big ladybug or other
beetle scurried into the room. Fortunately Pamela was in control of
the body or I would have made myself conspicuous. Everyone else thought
that it was perfectly all right to have such a hideous creature come
into the room. I got another shock as the bug, (that really was his
codename as I gathered from Pamela's memories), started to talk. With
a raspy voice he asked, “So how did it go at the pharmacy? Did you
get all we needed?”

Lightning said with an unsteady voice, “Uh, not all boss. There
was some trouble, an old geezer was interfering with Ice-bunny. I flash
fried him good, but then those elementals from Eclipse started showing
up. We had to split, we don't dare go up against them.”

Bug snarled, “You should have hurried more. I do applaud that you
didn't get yourself caught by those Eclipse SOB's. Now what was this
about an old man interfering with Ice-bunny?”

He turned to me, or rather Pamela. I kind of retreated as far as I
could inside her mind and with good reason. The bug was a telepath,
he broke into her mind with ease. I never had that much power at my
disposal. He trampled through Pamela's mind like a bull in a china shop.
I managed to evade him though. He never knew I was there.

After he retreated out of Pamela's mind, she complained, “Hey, that
hurt. Why'd you do that?”

“Stop yapping, silly twit. There was evidence of someone reading
your mind. But if he's toast as Lightning said, then I guess it doesn't
matter what he might have found out.”

~~~~~*~~~~~

Eclipse team

Blitz knelt down at a charred body on the floor
of a pharmacy that had been raided by the gang of elementals they had
been chasing for a few weeks now. He called out, “Flutter? Situation?”

From further in the store came the answer, “All
clear Blitz. They're gone, as usual. How's that guy?”

“Dead, another victim by the buggers. That makes
a total of nine now. Lightning fried this one. According to his ID,
his name was Rory O'Brien, a retired OB/ GYN. Did you copy that, base?”

Inside his helmet the base of operations answered
that they'd received it. They'd check for the man's next of kin. In
the mean time Blitz, Flutter, Echo, Sizzle and Nuke checked the store
with the help of the personnel. They'd ascertained that several drugs
were missing. Mostly the expensive rare drugs, that would turn out a
fortune when sold on the black market.

~~~~~*~~~~~

Pamela Bonner

Pamela retreated to her own room, feeling upset with the treatment
she got from the Bug. She questioned herself once more why she ran with
this crowd. She did remember that Lightning, or Bryce Lorcell as his
real name was, was usually very nice to her. When he touched her in
special places, she felt so good and nice. And when they undressed and
he got his thick dick inside her, she felt even better. Even thinking
of that made her feel good and tingly. She even started to feel wet
between her thighs.

~~~~~*~~~~~

Rory O'Brien

I almost gagged at the thoughts Pamela was having. She was so naíve.
That Bryce guy just used her as a bimbo to fuck and get his rocks off.
And the crew was using her since she was quite dim-witted. She wasn't
exactly stupid, but she had never learned all the social skills a girl
her age should have. I didn't want to reveal myself yet. Being inside
her, as that might tip the Bug to my presence. I had a feeling that
he would do his damnest to eradicate me, and not have any regards for
Pamela's well being. As a doctor my patient's needs always came first
and I regarded Pamela as my patient, though she was carrying me along
for a ride.

And what a ride it turned out to be. She was feeling horny and got
out of her Neolastane suit. She started to rub her breasts and slowly
one hand wandered off southwards. Soon she was inserting a finger into
her damp snatch. I felt overwhelmed with the feelings. Though this wasn't
really my body, I could feel everything she did and felt. I felt a bit
dirty and sort of a peeping tom experiencing it, but the feelings were
too good to retreat into her mind and block from my memory. So, instead
I felt her inserting another finger into her dripping wet pussy and
then she found her clitoris. She started moaning and panting and soon
exploded into orgasm. She almost screamed out from pleasure, but held
it back just in time. In a short time Pamela brought herself to three
fantastic orgasms, well I thought they were fantastic, but she'd had
better, I picked up from her stray thoughts.

Finally Pamela felt tired enough to lay down. I waited till she was
sound asleep and got the body under my control. I got her body up and
walked toward the big mirror on her door. Her thighs were a bit sticky
from the secretions after her finger exercises, but I ignored that as
best I could. I briefly contemplated taking a shower and cleaning up,
but decided against that, as Pamela would wonder how she got clean and
wet. She might even wake up during the shower. I examined her body clinically
as a doctor would, though it kind of turned me on as well. 'Okay, so I'm not so clinical as I should.'

Her body was trim and fit, and indeed she had
a fluffy white little tail on her behind. I looked at everything and
then looked around in her room. It was quite empty, with only the bare
necessities. Then my eye fell on a picture standing on her nightstand.
I went over and looked at it. I gasped in shock, 'What is she doing with a picture of my wife with
our little girl?'

As I looked again, it struck me, this wasn't a
picture of my wife. The face looked a lot like her, but was just a little
different. I realized that this must be Alice, our daughter with her
own daughter. I had to sit down, I just realized that I must now be
in my own granddaughter's body. 'Well, that explains why I could get into her mind
so easily. Her unsophisticated mind, coupled with being of my bloodline,
made it easy for me get access to her mind.'

As I was contemplating all this, I felt her starting
to wake up. So I lay down as she had done and retreated back into her
head. She woke up right after I finished, and got up to go to the bathroom
for a quick shower and to take care of other business. After that she
drank some water and went back to sleep. I didn't want to tire her body
out, so I did the same. If you can call resting your mind only, as sleeping
that is.

The next morning I woke up as Pamela rolled out
of bed. I stayed in the background and watched her do her normal morning
rituals.

She had a breakfast in the small kitchen together
with Alan Kittridge. He was called Irradiate, because his power was
with radiation. Pamela asked him with a nudge from me, “Why do you
hang out with these guys? You're not such a bad guy.”

Alan snorted, “When I discovered my powers,
I accidentally exposed some people to alpha, beta and gamma radiation.
Some of them died because of it. I was arrested for murder one, but
the Bug freed me from the cops. I've been here ever since. How about
you? You're too much of a nice girl to be here. Why are you here?”

I felt Pamela thinking, 'Why am I here really?' “I like Bryce a lot. I guess I am here because
of him.”

“You can do a lot better than him,” said an
exasperated Alan.

“You think so? I'm not that pretty, you know.”
Said Pamela a bit embarrassed.

“Oh, come on, you're a pretty girl. You shouldn't
put yourself down. I also think that you're smarter than you appear
to be.”

Their conversation was interrupted as Bryce entered
the kitchen. “Hey babe,” he said as he put his big hand around her
waist. He gave her a slobbering kiss on her cheek before looking into
the fridge to see what he could have for breakfast.

Pamela was put off by Bryce's behavior, and went
back to her room. She got thinking about why she really hung out with
this crew. Bryce treated her like a bimbo and she didn't like committing
all the crimes for the Bug. The Bug actually scared the hell out of
her. He invaded her privacy of her mind too often. She decided to get
some fresh air and after dressing in a conservative dress, went out
to a nearby park.

I recognized the park, I had been there lots of
times myself. So we weren't as far away as I had feared. Once Pamela
sat down on a bench watching a pond, I decided to announce myself to
her.

Softly I said in our shared head, *Pamela*

She startled and looked around, “Who is there?
Show yourself!”

*I'm not physically anywhere anymore. I'm in your
head.* I thought to her softly.

Pamela shook her head, “Am I going nuts? How
can you be in my head? Who are you?”

*Please keep your voice down, it wouldn't do you
good talking out loud to no one.*

Pamela still wasn't buying it, “If you don't
tell me who you are, I'm gonna make you real sorry you messed with me.
And if you're in my head as you said, I'll ask the Bug to get you out.
How can I talk to you without speaking?”

*All you have to do is think your words to me,
you don't have to actually say them. As for having that criminal Bug
trampling through your mind again, that would be a big mistake. He would
probably scramble your brain permanently beyond repair and may kill
me as well. Now for who I am, I was looking into your mind at the pharmacy,
the one you and your fellow criminals were raiding. Remember the old
man? That was me. Bryce electrocuted my body and somehow that forced
my mind out of there into your head.*

Pamela gasped as she heard that part. She almost
spoke up, but only mumbled a little while saying, *So your body is dead
and you live on with me in my body? Can you get out? I don't want anyone
in here with me. Wait, were you in here when I…? Oh shit, you were,
weren't you? You watched me doing …* And she was thinking of her pleasuring
herself that night.

*Uh, yes. I'm sorry, I was there and lived it
through you. But don't feel ashamed. There was nothing I hadn't seen
before. I was a doctor in my own body.*

Pamela was still upset, *Doctor or not, what gives
you the right do what you did?*

*I really am sorry, but it is not like I have
a choice. I don't know if I can 'Kill' myself in here, or even if I
can leave. I'm afraid that you're stuck with me.*

Pamela gasped, *You're always going to be with
me? Wait, you said that the Bug could kill you. We should ask him to
get you out of my head.*

Now I was shaking, figuratively speaking of course.
*Please don't do that, Pamela.*

Furiously she asked, *Give me one good reason
I shouldn't, you pervert!*

*I'll give you two. First off, the Bug would probably
mess up your mind when he kills me. He doesn't give a damn about you.
You'd end up with headaches at best or as a vegetable at worst. Now,
I do care about you, which brings me to my second reason. I noticed
the photo on your nightstand. I think you're my granddaughter. Your
mother is Alice O'Brien, is it not?*

Pamela started crying, *She was, before she got
married to John Bonner. He beat her and left after a few years. Mom
is dead now, I accidentally froze her and she died from exposure.*

Pamela's confession tore a chunk out of my psychological
heart. 'My daughter is dead? I lost touch with her after
my wife took her away. I'm not prepared for the news of her death.' *How about your grandmother, did you have contact with her?*

*I never knew my grandparents. Say, how can I
be sure that you're my grandfather as you say. You could be making that
up. You could have taken the knowledge of my mom's maiden name from
my memory.* Pamela said indignantly.

*Yes, I could have. However I can prove that I
was Rory O'Brien. I was married to Magda for 6 years, before she disappeared
with our daughter Alice. Check the newspapers on the raid yesterday,
they should report that my name is the dead person your group left behind.*

Pamela snidely commented, *Well, I'm going to
find that out. Now will you please be quiet. I don't need your voice
inside me at the moment.*

I felt bad for my granddaughter, so I did just
that and retreated as far as I could back into her mind. I did however
keep on monitoring her.

~~~~~*~~~~~

Eclipse team

Blitz went into the Central Control room to follow
up on the raid on the pharmacy they interrupted. He asked one of the
techs, “Any news on the next of kin of that deceased man we found?”

“We did locate his ex-wife. Sanura is trying to
contact her. We did come across something interesting. I already had
the data send to Sanura. Maybe you'd like to see it as well?”

Blitz smiled, “Sure, what've you got” He started
reading the information on the big screen, It showed a picture and some
information on the dead man, Rory O'Brien. Next to him was his ex-wife,
Magda Schiller, and a woman that looked a lot like her. The information
stated that it was their daughter Alice Bonner née O'Brien.

Then a mug shot of a known felon named John Bonner
was displayed and last but not least a picture of a pretty snow-rabbit
hybrid was on screen. Her information said, Pamela, daughter of Alice
and John Bonner. Age: 19, Classification: Ice-elemental. No known
whereabouts.

Blitz whistled softly, “I think I have seen her.
I think she's running with the group of elemental criminals that we've
been hunting and who killed Rory O'Brien. I bet she doesn't even know
that it was her own grandfather that was killed at the scene.”

Sanura said from behind him, “My guess is that you'd
win that bet. Rory O'Brien didn't know he had a granddaughter, much
less how she would look. I just got off the phone with the ex-wife.
She didn't know that she had a granddaughter. Apparently the girl ran
away at 17. She also didn't know that her daughter was dead because
of an accident involving her granddaughter.”

She pointed to the next information, which stated
that Pamela was wanted for questioning as her mother had died from exposure
to cold. “I'm thinking that Pamela accidentally froze her mother and
ran away in fear and shame. But we can only say for certain when we
find her and question her.”

~~~~~*~~~~~

Pamela looked at the news on her eCom, while relaxing
on her bed. She read about the interrupted raid on the pharmacy, it
stated that the thieves stole several expensive drugs and that a local
OB/ GYN doctor named Rory O'Brien was killed by the criminals. They
went on to say that the heinous criminals were being targeted by several
law enforcement agencies. They didn't mention ECLIPSE though, and Pamela
was puzzled why they weren't mentioned.

As she closed down her eCom, Pamela thought, 'So, he was telling
the truth about getting killed.'

I thought to her, *I told you so. I am who I said I am.*

Pamela startled and spoke out loud, “I thought I told you not to
scare me like that.”

*Ssst, keep your voice down.* But it was already too late I realized,
as there was a knock on her door.

“Ice-Bunny? Is there someone in there with you?” The voice of
Bryce sounded agitated. Without waiting for any reply, he opened her
door and stepped inside.

“No, there is no one here but me. I was talking to a squirrel outside.
He keeps scaring me jumping in front of the window.” Pamela said quickly.

*Good thinking,* I thought to her.

Pamela didn't respond to me, but instead said in a miffed tone, “What
are you doing, barging into my room?”

“Oh, come on babe. I was worried about you.” Bryce tried to lie
his way out.

Pamela was hesitant. On one side she didn't like him come into her
room just like that. But on the other she liked that he would be so
protective of her.

I almost gagged, figuratively speaking of course. *You're not believing
a word, are you?* I asked Pamela in her head. *He's so full of himself.
He thinks that you're his possession and play toy. He doesn't care about
you, he only wants to get into your pants.*

Pamela didn't know what to think. Rory made sense, but wasn't he just
jealous?

*Oh please, Pamela. I'm not jealous. I am, well used to be anyway,
a man. While I wouldn't be so overly coming on to girls, I do know a
lot of guys do. Trust me on this, he's just afraid of losing his girl
to fuck. Pardon my French.*

Pamela made a decision. “Please get out Bryce. Leave me alone.”

“But babe,” tried Bryce.

“No, I said OUT!” yelled an upset Pamela.

Bryce did get out of her room, but Pamela didn't see his face as he
closed the door. It was all twisted into an evil grin. He wasn't thinking
nice thoughts about 'his' girlfriend.

A little later Pamela was getting something to eat, when she heard
lightning bolts hitting something outside the building. She asked Alan,
“What is going on out there?”

“Bryce said he was going to practice his power.”

Pamela shuddered, 'Why was Bryce suddenly so diligent with practicing? He always prided
himself as 'not needing any practice' and thought of himself as infallible.'

She put it out of her head and dug up some snack
from the cupboard. Then she heard the door open. She looked up to a
triumphant looking Bryce. He said with a weird grin, “I got it.”
He slammed something down on the table and exclaimed, “you don't have
to worry about that squirrel scaring you ever again, babe. I scorched
it for you.”

With horror Pamela looked at the thing on the
table and barely managed to recognize the blackened thing as a dead
squirrel. She was repulsed at Lightning. How could he do such a thing?
I didn't even need to nudge her, as she now realized how cruel and selfish
her boyfriend really was.

“Why did you fry that poor critter? He didn't
do anything to you. Get it out of my sight and you go with it.” Pamela
yelled to Bryce. Then she turned and stormed back to her room.

Bryce looked at Alan, “What was that all about?
She told me that the squirrel was scaring her, I took care of it and
she acts like I'm a maniac.”

Alan shrugged, “Don't ask me, I know nothing
about how a girl thinks.”

The next morning Pamela tried to avoid Bryce as
much as she could. However the Bug called them all into a room and announced
that they needed to raid another pharmacy. Bug sensed the hostility
between Pamela and Bryce and told them, “I don't want to hear anything
about you two screwing up the mission. Save it for later.”

Pamela was about to comment, but I thought to
her, *Keep quiet, we'll get them later.*

The Bug was looking intensely at Pamela, 'Did he sense my thoughts to Pamela? I should be more careful then.
I can't risk him finding me inside her. I think he'll damage her permanently
if he tries to rip me out of her.'

Then the Bug dismissed us and after donning her
Neolastane suit, Pamela joined the others for a teleport to another
Pharmacy.

Inside the pharmacy, Lightning said as before,
“Everybody on the floor or we'll kill you.”

This time things didn't go so smoothly as last
time though. A large bovine hybrid turned to him and snorted, “Fuck
you, I'll show you punks what I do with fuckups.”

He hadn't even finished talking, when the ground
started to shake, Lightning fell down on top of Alan, while Pamela staggered
to keep on standing. She stumbled and fell through an open door into
a small space. Some heavy racks fell against the door and it closed,
with the racks blocking it from opening.

Pamela was panicking, “Oh my god, I hate small
spaces. Get me out of here!”

I wasn't so worried, but I wasn't in control of
her body. Then I got the idea, 'Maybe I should be in control, I can get us out
of here I think.' *Pamela, listen to me, I can get us out of here.*

“What? Rory?” Pamela stammered.

Then some grit started raining down on her …
me … us. It was taking too long to convince her. I pushed myself more
to the front, figuratively speaking and pushed her consciousness back.
I took control of her body once again and marveled at being able to
flex muscles again. Pamela started struggling for control and I told
her, *Keep still till we're out of here.*

There wasn't any light in the space we were in,
but before we got locked in here I had seen what I thought was a door
handle. I fumbled around in the space feeling the walls and finally
found my door handle. I tried opening the door, but it appeared to be
locked. From Pamela's memory I knew how to use her powers and I quickly
used Pamela's power to freeze the lock and a well place kick made the
door fly open. I quickly jumped out into an alley behind the pharmacy
and was relieved to see daylight. Pamela once again fought for control
and said, *I thought you said that you were only taking over till we
got out of there!*

I roughly kept her influence down and kind of
locked her up. I made sure that she couldn't access any muscle or other
part of her body and told her, *Yes, I said till we're out of here.
I meant the whole mess you made of your life. You're running with a
bad crowd and living the life of a small time criminal. I want to get
you straightened out and back on a normal path.*

Pamela weakly pleaded, *What gives you the right
to mess with my life?*

*I didn't ask for this,* I replied, *I was minding
my own business when those losers you call friends barged in to steal
medications. I got murdered by Bryce and lost my own body while being
in contact with you. I'm your grandfather and I'm going to get you straightened
out, if it's the last thing that I do. I don't want my granddaughter
to end up in prison or worse. Now stay quiet till I let you out.*

I knew I was being cruel to her, but I had to
open her eyes and get her back on the straight and narrow. I didn't
mention to her that it would probably be the last thing I would do.
I didn't want to steal her life, I would try to let myself drift away
after I had set her back on course.

I didn't have to wait long before the elemental
team showed up. The black clad men and women appeared into the alley
from a sort of portal and were about to run to the pharmacy. One looked
in my direction and halted himself and one of the others.

An amplified voice sounded, “Identify yourself
and state your business here.”

I answered quite relaxed and sincere, “I surrender
myself into your custody, but I want it to be secret. I am going to
be your inside man, or rather, woman into the gang that you've been
after.”

To be continued…