My Super Secret Life…Villain-2.

Chapter 2

I suppose I should really clear up a few bits of stuff about how I do things. I take the gift cards for like the stores themselves with me and I’m going to spend them in an area pretty far from where I’m living. I’m disguised as a girl because I can’t pull off the guy thing at all and they really don’t think that a young teenaged girl is breaking the law buy buying things especially in a nice clean and safe whitebread area like Beacon Hills.

Another advantage to stealing from the chain places. They’re everywhere.

Now the cards with Net time and stuff I just make a call for my fence. He shows up where I meat him and he’s gives me twenty five percent. Cash right then and there. The rest of it I’ve been told where its stuff that’s all like on the net and stuff or phones is done with scanning machines and hackers and stuff. The cards actually get hidden off the system so they don’t register as stolen or anything but reworked to still be worth something and they get cloned.

I think.

I’m more of a hard goods kind of person really and like stuff that I can fence normally.
I actually specialize in girl stuff a lot. High end cosmetics and perfumes and stuff are great and I buy them with the cards and I resell them to a few select boutiques I’ve been pointed to for a price and I sell it to them a lot cheaper they sell it to the public for cheaper that the store itself does and everyone’s a winner.

I smile as I hit the store just watching the idiots out there trying to figure out who threw what at their car. I hate assholes like them and they deserve to have their ride messed with. Less witnesses and I’d have done more.

I’m bad for stuff like that. Power corrupts you y’know. It doesn’t have to even be absolute power because I’m pretty far from the mark. See some woman being a complete bitch…a little TK shot and there goes a heel. Or trip a jerk into a fall into a fountain or something, spilling drinks. Clear pop bottles are amazing. I just focus my telekinetics on the liquid inside and it seems to just absorb the energy and they open it and fizz.

It’s got to be like the powers equivalent of mentos in diet soda or something.

Anyway, I guess it’s not real villainly stuff just I have a tendency to deliver a very fast comeuppance to people who I think deserve it, or look like they deserve it.

I hate cars.

I’m a pedestrian.

I don’t bike; it’s a serious pain in the butt to find a place to store your bike so it’s not really worth it to me.

I skateboard but only for work.

But there is nothing worse that a person behind the wheel of a large machine. They cut you off and they nearly hit you and do you think that they obey the speed limit in parking lots? Or know how to use their signal lights.

Okay I bust signal lights all the time. If I’m around and you pull a turn without signalling I’ll surge your light and bust it. I mean it’s not really a problem if you are too good to need to use them.

So maybe I’m just an asshole then?

Yeah…stuff like the jock boys doing the “Which way did they go George?” over the window just makes my evening. I grab a hover cart and like a happy kid/teenager I slide…push and ride my cart through the store and get the things that I know I can turn a profit on with my fence and get a few things for my own sales.

Yes another safe guard I get some twenty five to thirty dollar perfumes and keep them for myself and I’ll go to some clubs ad sell them for twenty even cash. It’s spare money for one, two I can save up until I have enough of them to sell and if I’m caught I can plead being just a middle man…woman…whatever.

Or it’ll be lipstick and other stuff. You can sell the stuff pretty easy to hookers or at strip clubs.

I do stop off at my biggest vice though the art and school supplies section. I love art, I love to draw and there’s this part of me that can draw, sketch and do things with pencils and angles and smudges and smears that isn’t humanly possible and I love to do it. Anything artistic really is my thing except for sculpting with clay. It’s too easy but I do highly recommend it for practice on control.

Everything is about control really. I can make a spinning sort of thing off of my hand like a ten inch long stream of TK energy and it’s sort of like a pressure cutter or a sandblaster and lets me carve into wood or stone or brick. I turn it finer I can engrave metal and glass. It won’t let me cut flesh though…a personal thing about me I guess. I’d rather not have that kind of power.

Hellrazor has that kind of power. He’s a psychopath of the first order and he does shit with his TK that scares the shit right out of me. He killed a cop once by putting force through the girls pores the ripping off her skin like the way meat shops use an air hose all of it pulled from the flesh then ripped clear off her body…

And people wonder why the normals are afraid of us.

Hell, I’m afraid of us.

I can break cinder blocks with my TK fastball trick. That pretty much means that I could beat someone to death with it. Or just choke then to death….other stuff.

It’s why I do B&E’s (Break and Enters.) at night and stuff. I don’t want to hurt anyone.

I get some things in the art supplies that I’m missing or running low on then head on out to get a bite to eat at Mrs. Parkers it’s a food chain place but that kind of home cooking stuff.

I miss home made food. (Sigh.) This is close but…

I think I miss the home part.

I get a corner booth and order a combo plate with a chicken fried steak really good if you’ve never, bake potato, Mac and cheese and a scoop of mashed sweet potato and a side dish of greens.

Best thing about this place is they never rush you out the door and they have a nice clean place.

Stuffed for now I get a whole chocolate cake with boiled icing an inch thick on the sides and two on the top boxed to take home. The energy I use I just don’t put weight on and besides they make really great deserts.

I get a cab to a bus stop and from there I take the buss home to my neighborhood and make my way into my place.

(Sigh…)

This is going to be one of those long hard lonely nights…I can see it coming now.

My Super Secret Life…Villain-3

Chapter 3

My home sweet home is the top floor of an old red brick seven story place, it‘s a walk up. The land lord and I have a deal going on cash rent or for services rendered. Not sex or even crime but he thinks I’ve a source for building materials and stuff. I can get stuff.

Yeah sometimes I steal from hardware chains too. It’s pretty easy to get lumber and stuff too because just about all these places have debit cards. Just get it delivered to a safe addy and I know a couple of guys that will use their half ton trucks to help me get it to here.

But I don’t have to do that much.

Anyway, it’s work stuff still and I’m home.

Home sweet home.

I unlock my door and walk in and Squeaker comes over to wrap around my legs and let out this kitten sounding meow even though she’s an adult cat. She’s a mutant like me but of the animal kind blue grey fur and solid chrome eyes she’s a rescue from some lab someone I know was involved in robbing. Dumped her on my fire escape. Any shelter would have put her down right away. No powers that I know of she’s just a spaz.

Like standing on her hind legs and looking through my bags both front legs in the bag as she paws through the stuff I bought.

I ditch the heels and plop myself on my couch and sink my feet into the thick pile rug. If you’ve been wearing shoes that hurt you feet get a good chunk of carpet and curl your toes into it over and over. It helps.

Being a TK really helps too in times like these I’m relaxing while I’m making coffee. I shouldn’t be having one I should be sleeping but I like coffee. Besides it’s not like I have school to got to or a normal job so I crash when I crash.

I get up and nudge the cat out of the bags and start putting things away. My cake first out of the box and into my cake dish. Then a few things into my closets…I store stuff you never know when you’re going to need something.

I think I’m a bit OCD about this stuff but I keep batteries, and bandages, pre-packaged food and candy plus my favorite survival food soup in a can. I know, canned soup’s canned soup but this is like the coffee in a can stuff that when you pop the top like a can of soda there’s this thing inside that heats the coffee or in this case the soup.

I’ve cases of all of them in the closet. They’re fast, taste okay and really useful. You’d be surprised how much goodwill you can earn with street people by the odd hot can of soup to drink on a crappy night. There’s been an idea there fermenting but I don’t quite have it yet.

My groceries go to the three fridges I have, I’ve recovered them from other apartments and one’s for food, one’s for drinks and the third is for my leftovers. I know it’s strange.

I’m strange.
And that’s a lonely self pitying thought I’m always living.

I get out of the girls clothes and I go and take a hot bath. I have one of those big deep square tubs and as small as I am I can really soak. No bubbles but I do like bath salts to help me relax. That and I put in my ear-buds for my Aqua-pod a P’hari version of the I-pod built for listening to music under water.

Hot water, music and I sink in the bath and I stay there for a long time. When I need to breath I pull a bubble of air down through the water and fit it over my mouth like a mask. I’m not actually using TK on the air that’s seriously hard to do but I’m wrapping air in water instead.

It’s so nice under here, I can just listen to my music and forget the world for awhile, forget myself.

Why?

I have no real gender. I was born male and when my lower sex organs changed I didn’t get the equipment inside to go with it. I don’t have hips or breasts, no female nipples, no muscles that bulge, no great shoulders or anything.

No sexual identity, no puberty, no sex drive….you have any idea what it’s like to be adrift like that? I want to feel it, to feel something…normal, to have a relationship.

Yeah I’ve tried the hormones, stole stuff on both sides but guess what? Another secret power! I’m immune to them, actually I’m immune to just about any kind of drug, or toxins for some reason. Including booze and over the counter stuff. I can’t get drunk, stoned, Tylenol type stuff won’t get rid of my headaches…

I’ve masturbated or tried to but…when you don’t feel it…

I cry while I’m under here. I just want what everybody else wants!

………………………………..............the water’s cold or close to it when I get out of the tub feeling drained and I slip into my panties. I just wear Hannity’s they’re just a mid range comfy panty, cotton and soft then my red flannel Pj’s and an Ark City Angels guy’s baseball hoody. (Baseball team.)

I get a big bowl mug out and TK form really compacted balls of vanilla ice cream and them pour just a bit of really strong black coffee over them and grab a few biscotti then sit on my sofa curled up and turn on the TV.

It was so now eating ice cream TV.

Every channel, every channel had the massive battle going on downtown between the AA’s and the Ultimatum. It’s a really huge fight, the Ultimatum are big league villains, stark raving psychos really led by this guy called Paragon and he’s a really powerful meta and one of those might makes right we are the next step of evolution idiots.

I don’t have any desire to be ant better or any different than anyone else. The only thing I’d wished for would have been a decent family life before all this started but why should I be any different than anyone else.

But Paragon…he’s one of those guys that normal means useless, or next to it. The thing that keeps him from running a place like freak town into a meta army is the fact that he’s a snob. Anthro’s make up a lot of the mutant kind here on New Haven, actually over half most likely. To this psycho they’re made not born and one step above human normals.

But this shit, this amount of devastation and people getting hurt will just come down harder on all of us. The politicos will get all horned up over this, something this big will get on the news feeds in the galactic media.

It’s like watching a terror attack going on and being part of the terrorists “Demographic.”

It’s one of those things that you hate to watch but gotta watch.

What?

Me, go help?

Get arrested…and what could I do really? I’m not a hero, I’m not the kind of person that goes out on a limb to that. I’d get killed. Still I pull my knees to my chest and chew on my thumb.

I watch for hours like most of the planet.

Then…

~Help.~

~Please Help!~

“What?”

I see a flash…

* It’s a bus, an old one and inside there’s children, kids, anthro’s and meta kids and there’s these guys. Grey urban cammo’s grey lycra masks and sledgehammers. They’re bashing the hell out of the bus and yelling, laughing….*

These guys I know, racists, purists called The New Masons.

I’m not a good person. I don’t do these things. I don’t get involved.

Wig, black lycra body suit, belt of heavy pouches with hold outs, boots, white pancake make up studded choker and gloves.

I’m running over the rooftops, TK Parkour, I’m strong enough to cancel my weight off, and boost my jumps, control my falls and landings.

These are kids.

Kids.

One of them had called me scared, so scared.

And now I’m moving even before I could talk myself out of it.

I come off seven stories to land hard on the roof of the bus and shed off the force of my fall all that kinetics I transmit out and shove the closest Masons to the ground. There’s two adults fighting them or were trying to but there’s four cars that cut the bus off from going anywhere…it was like twenty to two here.

One of the defenders I think I’ve heard of an Anthro-German-Sheppard ex-cop by the name of Sheppard he’s in a hoody and long coat with a crook-staff and he’s an expert with the thing. The other’s a girl? An elf? Green stocking cap like a bad x-mas joke over a blonde mop and dressed in an army surplus jacket and from what I can see black jeggings and snakeskin cowboy boots with a sword and a shield.

They step closer to the bus given a breather. The Masons look up towards me and I stand and TH tweak my voice a trick that I’ve been trying to adding this hollow tone to my voice.

“Step back and away from the children and you can leave.”

“Go to hell you fucking mutie freak!” one of them yells.

I open several of my belt pouches.

They have sledgehammers but those are just their signature weapons. Several have knives, axes, machetes, and guns.

“Get the freaks!”

They start firing with the guns and I focus as I drop off the bus kicking a hammer in the face.

Focus…?

A TK plug. In the barrel of the guns, see bullets need to get out of the guns for the guns to work…I fill the whole gun with force being able to feel the hollow tube more than focus on the end of the barrel. Ask any gun nut, the barrel needs to be clear. If the fired one shot they’d be fine but these guys are just street-thug-red-necked assholes so I’m smiling when they squeeze off several rounds and their gun blow apart, some get off okay others are screaming because the gun blew and they got hurt.

Then it’s on.

I’m not a fighter, but I can. You don’t go to a place like freak town and get out alive unless you can defend yourself or are ganged up. It’s dangerous being an independent. I unleash my weapons from my pouch black glass marbles. My whole lift weight like I said isn’t much but….I can lift that much my mind, when I throw something it’s all focused, there’s no body mechanics to fight in hurling something.

It doesn’t take much to get dangerous velocity on them. “Sheppard get them out of here.”

“Can’t they shot through the engine block.”

“Fuck, hold on.”

I wade into them and I hit them hard and every time they swing on me I have marbles to spare and they hit arms, hands, balls, I avoid the face or the head. I could kill them and a murder charge or several are the last things I need added to my rap-sheet. As it is I’m breaking and fracturing things on them and I don’t care. In fact I do more than what I’d need to stop them. I hail the hits on some of them, beat them black, blue and bloody. Until I leave about six still up and able to get out of there.

Then I stop.

“This is the brickyards, this is my turf you little assholes. This never happens again or I play dirty.”

“Dirty, fuck you mutie, if you had dirty…”

I Vader choke him. “Shut the fuck up dirt bag.”

I look purposefully to one of the downed gunmen and I float up but spare gunclips and press and release all the rounds catching them mentally and making them hover and move like the marbles.

“You could’ve been dead a long time ago. And yes I can play dirty.” I aim all forty two rounds at one of their cars and I depress all the primers at the same time massively peppering the shit out of the car.

It’s a bluff. Tk shooting, needs a barrel to be accurate and I’m shooting these at an unmoving sedan at twenty feet away. It’s a good bluff. They don’t know better…

“Take your friends and run, get the fuck out of here and the next time I will get nasty.”

They get the ones the can away and they carry the rest and take off in the remaining cars.

“Let’s get going.” I say after a few minutes with them gone.

“The bus is fucked…?”

“Rook, they call me Rook.”

He looks at me, limping over. “We can’t get it going Rook and sooner or later there will be government types and cops getting over here.”

“They’re already on their way, likely someone in the Mason’s has contacts within the Homeworld Security offices just for times like this.” I look at the bus. “How far you gotta go?”

“Delacroix Station.”

I kneel looking under the bus and feeling. “Alright, get everyone on.”

“I said.”

“I know, I can get you there but I can’t drive.”

“I can drive. But…”

The elf girl comes over minus her sword and shield? “Sheppard don’t look a gift horse in the mouth huh.”

“Okay you’re right you sure you can do this?”

“Yeah.”

Oh I hope this works.

I get on with them reaching out and concentrating and it’s hard, it’s really hard to get it started…move…move…turn…and spin that transmission and the faster I get it going the easier it is.

“Go…I’m not sure how long I can do this for.”

There’s a quiet cheer as we move forwards, I can see these are forwarders, Chinese clothes and Red Star army surplus stuff. Anthro-wise I see tigers, a few other felines, panda’s some others and about just over a dozen stark white skinned Chinese people. Refugee’s, and they’re non-human refugee’s according to homeworld security.

Lots and lots of bullshit…Quarantines designed to turn people away, send and ship them away. Scared who might be dangerous…people should not have to grow up like these people have…I see barcodes on a lot of wrists.

………………………………...... We get to Delacroix Station it’s this old condemned railway and subway station way out near the edge of The Brickyards and the start of The Pipes. That’s the outer cities industrial old sectors, The Brickyards were build as the home and neighborhoods for The Pipes. You name it they brew it or build it here. The Station was part of the hub of the old subway system. It’s been made irrelevant with the invention of the three section hover busses and the skyrail mag-trains. And it being too expensive to reuse it or tear it down it’s been left and closed.

It’s one of the ways to get down, well it’s the start of that trip.

I’m leaning on the bus watching them taking the damned few things they have and getting ready to take that long, long trek down there. It startled me a little when the elf girl was there beside me.

“Rook right?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for this, …. This was a big deal…”

“No, I was defending my stuff, my streets…”

“But you’re a hood, hoods don’t do that.”

“Whatever…” I hunch my shoulders and push off the bus. She takes my wrist before I leave and she stares at me.

“I’m sorry, it’s just Sheppard said stuff.”

“It’s likely right.”

“You saved us Rook, you saved us when you just could’ve left us to twist in the wind. That says a lot about you. Even the way you handled it and didn’t sink to their level….you…you don’t see that anymore….thank you.”

She steps up and she kisses me, she kisses me and…it’s passionate and it’s long and deep and…her fingers slip through my hair, tease my scalp and…and….God…I can’t think, I can’t breathe right and she keeps going until I’m sitting on the steps of the bus then breaks the kiss.

“I’ve gotta go…it’s a long trip…” She lick her lips, teeth bite-scrapes them like she’s tasting me as she walks away from me backwards and I …I…I’ve never met, seen anyone like her…I’m sweating…from being kissed? Why’s it so hot? It’s hard to breathe…

I’m sitting there…feeling I don’t know…?

She’s almost out of sight down the tunnel and I yell out. “Wait..! What’s your name?”

“Link!, They call me Link!”

Then she’s gone.

I sit there trying to figure out what’s happening to me…there’s this ache, this warmth and this…oh…oh…I’m…wet.

God I’m feeling something…oh bloody hell…what do I do?

My Super Secret Life…Villain-4

Chapter 4

I’m sitting with the make-up off of my face and looking at Jeff as he’s looking at the stuff on the sheets in front of him and I’m chewing my lip and staring at him.

Jeff’s my doctor.

Well Jeff’s a doctor that I free supply with stuff that I steal so he has the stuff to actually treat people, poor people out of his small little clinic. Usually the wait out front is nuts but I get special consideration so he doesn’t lose his golden goose as it was…were?

“Well Rook it looks like you’re showing normal blood work.”

“I can’t be this…this little elf girl…she kissed me and I…I…y’know..”

“No, what I mean is that your normal hormone levels from your usual blood work are usually well below the normal levels for a teenager in your age group.”

“So?”

“So you’re producing normal level now, in both HGH and female hormones.”

“I’m becoming a girl?”

“Most likely, your mutation has already started you down that path.”

“Yeah but it stopped, I mean why now?”

“Stress, age, I’m not sure? Rook you’re a Meta your genes are coded to do things that they don’t do in regular people.”

“So?”

“So you run on a totally different body clock than regular people plus you’re a psi?”

“I don’t get what that has to do with anything?”

“You affect the real world with the power of your mind. You’re a powerful telekinetic.”

“I’m not that powerful.”

“Bullshit, I’ve seen the things that you can do and brute power is one thing but you have almost a preternatural facility for your powers that I have never, ever seen before or even heard of.”

“It’s called practice Jeff.”

“Yeah well I’ve the feeling that the shock of your body changing might have pushed your psionic abilities to tell you body to stop.”

“But why now?”

“Stress, age, it could just be the right time or…”

“Or?”

“Or you’re having a meta-reaction to that kiss?”

“Huh?”

“She had something about her either biological of metagenic or even psionic that opened the door on your body’s cycle.”

“So what do I do?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do I do? How do I stop it? I don’t know how to be anything like that and…and…”

“And?”

“I’m wet…it’s….”

“Sticky?”

“Fuck off Jeff.”

“Well I’ve got somethings that might help. I’ll be right back.”

…………………………………………….* 3 hours later.

“Fucking asshole….”

I’m looking at my hand and frowning no scowling at the “things that might help.”

Pamphlets…. “So you’re getting your period”

“Your breasts and you.”

“So your child is entering puberty.”

Oh and to top it all off I have a little plastic baggy with free condoms in it and free samples of Midol.

I nearly punched his lights out when he suggested that I come back and that I get a pelvic and a smear.

“Fucking asshole……”

I slip back into my place tired, angry and still freaked out and I feel…sticky.

I hate feeling sticky and I might have gotten a shower at the clinic but I’d just have to put the clothes on again.

I go straight to the laundry and I’m peeling out of my clothes and dumping them right into the washer and getting out of the stuff as fast as I can and even using telekinetic force to pull off the grease paint that I wear on my face as a disguise. If I had a pool I’d have dived into it.

I settle for my shower and I try to scrub the unsettled feelings away. I know to a lot of people getting to feel something might seem like a blessing but I’m scared, I’m scared because this is different from my normal life…it’s change and change isn’t good, not for me that last time I changed I became me and I lost everything that I knew.

So yeah I’m freaking out and five minutes into the shower I’m somewhere between having bawling my eyes out and having a real and genuine panic attack. I end up sliding down my shower stall wall and crying my eyes out and trying to breathe through the sobs.

I’m freezing from the cold shower by the time I get out of there and dry myself off and I go to my room and crawl into the covers and hide away from the world.

Then it hits me.

Am I being hormonal?

It’s a shitty end of the day/night and I have a ton of bad dreams. The Masons and the kids, what might have gone down if I hadn’t been there. Those bleed into me and being home and the stuff with my parents and the looks that you get both when you’re changing and when you actually display a thing, a power that’s not normal. There’s some people that change and go nuts or were just psycho to begin with and just didn’t have the power to do shit.

That’s actually common…well powered revenge is. There a lot of mutants or meta-being that get powers and one of the first things that they do is go looking through their mental hit list.

Don’t bullshit me either, if you’re human or even if you’re not there’s this list in you of those people you hate that you’d do harm to or wish harm to befall them. Even the nicest people you’d meet have a revenge list.

Mines actually kind of small. I act mine out far too often. And when it does happen it’s usually something deserved.

I toss and turn and get twisted up in my sheets and dream of Link, of that kiss and her…five two or three maybe a buck twenty soaking wet. Blonde and elf like but that LOTR elf type not the anime elves with the antennae ears.

I remember that kiss, and the way she smell of peaches and baby powder.

Her lips were so soft.

But why me? Why kiss me? I didn’t deserve it…I’m me and I don’t do the people thing, not really keep them away from knowing me, from betraying me. I don’t want to feel these things! I don’t want to feel anything for anyone!

Being nothing is better than being something and getting sucked into the bullshit lives of others. I’ve been nothing for so long …I don’t know how to be a person! I don’t know how, I don’t know how…I don’t know how…

I wake up feeling sick in my heart and my body’s aching and I feel it, I feel the start of the first cramps as mutation shift is starting…the cramps move around slowly pulsing in that gripping pain that sinks right to my bones…I can tell I have a fever starting or my metabolism is going out of wack.

It takes so much to get up and get, water, energy bars, vitamins, and use the bathroom. I fall into bed as it hits harder and harder these bubbles of pain hitting me in places like I’m boiling on the inside…

And I’m alone…alone and sick…sicker than…and god I hate this…It hurts so bad everywhere…inside, out, body, mind, heart… “I don’t wanna be alone…help…”

My Super Secret Life…Villain 5

Chapter 5

Thankfully I passed out at some point as I was crying myself to sleep and there was the distinct sort of feeling that someone had shot me up with something fizzyly and bubbly and hurt like hell.

Really hurt like hell and right now it doesn’t feel much better.

My guts hurt.

My insides hurt and it’s like someone is grabbing them and squeezing and twisting.

I really am not a people person and yet right now I’m really regretting that and feeling very small now, very alone now and really, really scared. I’m too sick to go get help…and I can’t really call people to send an ambulance here…there’s too much stuff, I’m not starting over I’m not…

I really, really want my Mum…or someone that cares about me.

But that just wouldn’t be my life now would it?

So I’m here clutching my pillow lengthwise and shivering through things and petting the cat whenever she’s brave enough to come near…twice I went to pet her and touch her and she cat screeched in fear and took off.

Cat’s and dogs and horses are all sort of known to be able to pick out or pick out on some of the various Psi or Meta abilities.

I likely freaked her the hell out by power surging or something.

I know that I’ve woken up a time of two just soaked in sweat and too weak to really move. Just enough to force myself to eat some of those nutrient bars and gag the other stuff I need down before even chewing wears me out.

Wished I was dead.

Then I really wished I was dead.

I came too with the cat yowling at me…loud and anguished and plaintively yowling as she nudged my face and thwapped my head with a paw until I moved my head. I hurt from being sore but just from being sore and I couldn’t help but smile just a little as she went to her food dish and yowled and circled it like it being empty was to end of days.

“Oka…” (Cough, cough…) “Okay…I’m getting up.”

My voice is different. Deeper and softer actually, before I had that sort of a pre-puberty shrill edge that I couldn’t shake despite my age. I sound older now, like maybe my age if things had kept going?

I haul myself of bed and I’ve hair in my eyes and I my face and it’s not blonde any more it’s black…not just black but…no…seeing it through the light up close to my eyes…blue…it’s this deep, deep midnight blue.

And there’s a lot more of it that I thought there’d be.

I was actually expecting the jiggle, I was so expecting the whole jiggle and bounce whatever of me starting breasts. But no?

I sort of peek down my top and okay…my nipples seem a bit bigger but I have to look to notice and other than that they feel like I’m still a carpenters delight.

Actually maybe a bit more there in like muscle? Like a flat girl with great tone, or exercises or maybe like a professional runner. I might have burned off the body fat or it just hasn’t had a chance to settle but. I don’t feel itchy. Like they’re coming in or anything, even feeling them up is well doing a bit of feeling it but not feeling the whole breast thing and everything that’s supposed to be with breasts I think…well since apparently I don’t have them it’s a big question mark.

And that’s not pleasing the cat either who voices he displeasure again and looks up at me like I’m the bad master at some horrible kitten mill.

“Okay, okay…keep your fur on.”

This new voice is going to take some getting used to. I trudge to the kitchen and get a can of cat food, open it and proceed to try to fill her dish and as anyone with a cat will tell you is a pain when they won’t let you be.

Cat fed or rather gorging I fill her water and head to the bathroom to inspect the damage. I’m moving a bit different like there’s something swively about my hips and their center. I have sway.

“Uh-huh…”

I get undresses and check myself out in the mirror. I’m still femi-androgynous. I still have the girl plumbing and there’s hips but not really wide ones but a bit more than a guy would have and just enough to give me a…a…I think I have a really nice ass.

I mean I’m not sure as far as evaluating that stuff since I never really felt sexual before but my legs are longer and I have this really tight and curvy bottom. Great aside from my girly kinds of clothes I’m not sure if any of my pants will fit.

My hair has to be two feet longer, years of hair growth in a span of days…and it’s the only hair on my body it seems I’m even bald down below.

There’s a hint of blue in the roots of my hair where in meets my scalp so it looks a bit odd and the same for my lashes which are really long and tinted like my hair with the blueness so it sort of looks like permanent eye make up.

My face too…fuller lips and fleshed out cheeks and I look really pretty regardless of my sort of girl sort of not gender.

But oh my random religious deity I stink.

“Okay shower time…”

Actually I perform number one and two first because it’s just better to do those things before you get into the shower. Not that I’ve ever number two in the shower but I’ve heard of people doing the first one in the shower and all I can say is effing ick.

Ick, ick, ick…my feet are down there y’know?

“Oh…I’m punchy…I need food.”

I think my silly sort of mood is from that light headed thing when your sugars are down. I haven’t even tried to use my powers yet and I’m not sure that I’m going to until I get clean and get some food in my system.

Washing uhm inside felt different…more awake? Sensitive? Different really different.

But oh my random religious deity washing my hair felt sooooo good…I think it made part of my brain melt and the heat was just…I actually shower rinsed and repeated the entire process.

I do everything on manual right now until I feel better and then until I can really cut loose somewhere safe. So it’s towel drying my hair and cursing as I walk to the kitchen trying to work the knots and tangles of a few nights clear…

“Oh screw it I’m getting a professional to do this.”

I start eating stuff right out of the fridge smelling and checking out what’s good of not and end up having to toss out some Chinese, and some cheese, five hot dogs left in a pack. My chocolate cake.

I nuke some eggs in a cheap scramble, eat two cheese slices before throwing the last of them over the eggs. Oh…that tasted like more, it must be the protein.

I grab another two cheese slices and my jar of peanut butter and head into my bedroom and start gong through my clothes. Most of my shirts and sweaters fit I tend to baggy or stretchy clothes anyway. I have about three pairs of baggy pants that sort of fit. I think I gained about four inches in leg length and my butt’s changed shape. Two other pairs can make decent cut offs.

My panties are way too tight, all of my underwear is off really. The same thing with my tights and my leggings and my shoes…dammit, shoes…my sneakers, boots.

“Great it’s not quite starting all over again but it’s close.”

I get some trash bags together and I start sorting things through. I really might as well start to houseclean and de-clutter while I’m doing that. I put on some music and in between spoonfuls of peanut butter I start bagging clothes and everything I don’t want, don’t need or want something new for and haul it downstairs to an empty closet so I can give it away for charity.

Actually if I can get a hold of Sheppard or maybe…Link…I can give these things to the refugee’s and mutants down in Freaktown.

It takes a few hours and I feel better from moving around and the food I’ve eaten have started to filter through my body and I don’t feel as spacey or as punchy. I still don’t feel like me even though I’m me…I’m still sore and aching in that growing pains way. And my arms are a bit longer and I’m taller so there’s a very strange thing where I’m taller.

…… “It’s like going from being thirteen or fourteen to seventeen or eighteen…or rather catching up…”

“Fucking Jeff…just had to be right.”

Sigh.

I get dressed. I need to go out. I get into my least tight pair of underwear boxer briefs and I put on a denim faded skirt and one of my bras after loosening things to fit the changes to my shoulders and have get my gel inserts in. yes I dress as a girl mostly well because it’s how I pass best for a normal. I toss a once far baggier t-shirt over that and my large army jacket and grab a few things. Marbles, switchblade, a few zip ties, disguise make up. Stuff just in case…

Then my purse, yes remember part of my disguise as a normal what girl doesn’t usually have a purse. Mine is a re-made army shoulder bag with all sorts of gothy shoulder flashes sewn onto it like bio-hazard signs and peace symbols and stuff like that. I get a pair of sunglasses on and check the mirror. I look like a sort of gothy-punk-emo girl. In this city it’ll do I’ll blend in until I can get different looks going on.

I head out and lock things up and make my way through the neighborhood until I get to the bus stop.

It’s still the same even though I feel different. The brickyards is old, it’s the two, three hundred years old remnants of where people settled in Ark City when things were booming with industries were bringing stuff in from the mountains and the mines and there were foundries and shipyards for space ships. But time took it’s toll, there was a war with another government over the alien ship and tech that’s there or was there and add in just things moving, progress it’s hard here.

But at the same time… there’s this grit in this section of the mega-city, people still here, hanging on, different neighborhoods in neighborhoods and this place still changing with immigrants and stuff.

But there’s other things.

I see hookers, cast off homeless people and there’s bad gangs around. Here in my home grounds the Fuller’s are the scum in charge. They’re a shave gang. Skin heads they used to call them ages ago but shaves have mutated like the rest of society and they’re not so much about the whole race thing even though they have like charter rules like no Blacks or Hispanics they are more about heritage and turf. Gangs are actually sort of clannish in these areas. There are faster more punker gangs in the faster areas of town but here the gangs are old and have history.

Doesn’t make them bigger or badder. Just a gang.

The Fullers get their name from the screwdriver, sharpened to a shiv it’s their signature weapon.

I see a car go past with four or five of them inside acting like they own the place. I watch people avoid eye contact, get bust doing something else, anything else. I see them stop and talk to one of the pimps down the street…baggy gets passed off for an envelope.

One of them is looking at me, checking me out and I don’t have my head turned to his direction. Sunglasses are keeping me safe from the whole eye contact thing but the way he’s looking at me like he’s going to take what he wants and he wants… crap…he’s getting out of the car and coming towards me with this cocky swagger. I see his eyes fixing on me and narrowing.

The bus pulls up just in time and I step inside quickly.

Could I take him? Yeah, easy.

But I live here, this is my safe spot and I can’t jeopardize that.

Grr…I’m going to have to deal with this somehow.

I feel his stare on my ass…I see him looking at me with this you’re mine smile as I sit down and he pulls a screwdriver and scrapes it along the bus. It’s the Brickyards…so no one says shit and there’s several people really cared that he did that.

I force myself to get up and move from the seat I took to another one away from him and that he see’s that he scared me.

You stare these guys down and they get a bit crazy like they’re being challenged. Oh he still might follow but he might be more content to stick to business and like his ego stroke.

But I’m really wanting to take that screwdriver and manually adjust his colon.

I get a few looks from the other passengers that’s mixed from annoyance to sympathy to having been there themselves. I sort of hunch in my jacket and keep to myself until I get a few transfers and then take the train.

“I so need a car.”

I do and I don’t see Ark City is huge, huge like the size…well it’s a city of close between two and three hundred million people. It’s incredibly spread out but at the same time…the ship’s right under us. This is the very first colonial city and it covers from one end of this sort of C shaped mountain chain to the other. Mass transit is really the best way to get places if you don’t have a big load of stuff. Traffic in this city can be absolutely thick…It’s like I live in a city like that Metropolis place from the comics but in reality it’s actually a lot like New York City used to be on Earth before Earth started that whole heritage city stuff.

But like every time you’re living without a car of your own you. Have to haul stuff you don’t want to from either the bus stop or from a cab. But I don’t want others to know where I live so I can’t have the cab stop out in front of my place.

Maybe I need to pull a real job and make some real cash to get a car that’ll pass scan. Yeah…
Dunno…
There’s stepping up your game then there’s getting in deeply over your head.

I get off the train at Bright Valley. It’s a big suburban area with that core of streets that are set up for shopping with malls and fast food and all the stuff the young urban-suburban people need to survive. Comet Coffee…I swear out here you can get something at one and still be drinking it by the time you get to another. It’s like that…actually it’s a “Little Boxes” kind of place. Look up Pete Seger in the history index if you don’t get the reference.

I get looks but not as I walk to one of the malls that has stores for my gift cards. I brought cash too. I still fit in even here because it’s not like Emo-goth-punk has gone out of style…never will as long as you have moody teens. There’s lots of other kids that look like me around here. Heck I’m actually kind of tame compared to some of them.

I’m not fussy either with stuff. I’ll shop in department stores, I don’t turn my nose up at anything really. But the first stop is at the clothing section in Smiley’s It’s the place that has the big yellow happy face logo.

New clothes, underwear…I get sets, and once I find a good pair in the right size I go and buy a few variety packs of them in cotton then some grown up underwear. I get some different gel forms too. Other stuff, jeans lots of those, two track suits, Yoga gear, sneakers and shoes and even some boots as I go through the store and the mall.

I’m getting quite a load by the time I’ve gone through Smiley’s and the rest of the mall. Thankfully there is a cart check place where you can drop off your stuff so I can get my other things. Groceries…those I can get locally. I do get stuff at a costume place, needed in my profession, the hardware store again there’s things I can use and pick up while I’m out. I get lots of white all weather spray paint, and I hit a sports supply place.

I go out for supper at a place in the mall. Nothing too fancy but I’m hungry and I eat and watch people.

Men…

Women…

I’m really trying to be objective here but…

Well I suppose it doesn’t help if I’m sort of still stuck in my neutral head space but there are a few people that I find…interesting?

Men…actually just a few and it’s usually just one maybe two things about them that I find interesting.

I’m saying interesting since I’m not sure about the whole attraction thing.

And then there’s women…those I’m finding more interesting than men, the way they move and look some of the styles but the curves too. The way that they bounce and swivel and sway, this strange sort of grace they have is much more appealing to me.

So…

Maybe if I start getting this thing down about gender and attraction and feelings and everything I might kind of sort of be a lesbian?

Maybe?

Or does me knowing I started off as a boy pre-mutations have me just adding that in? I know that seeing couples together or even just seeing friends hanging out hurts. I feel pretty lonely watching that and it’s hitting harder than ever and I get that headachy blinky thing going where I want to cry. I hold them back until it passes because crying seldom makes anything better and I hate doing stuff like that in public.

It’s harder to keep it I now too.

Hormones?

Anyways. I stay just killing time at the Mall until closing before getting a cab. Ten thirty at night it’s after midnight by the time I get home and the cabfare is really steep. It took over an hour to drive to within two blocks of home and that ran me close to two hundred dollars.

I really need to step things up, I need a car. The meter just kills you and I have to honestly cough up a pretty big tip for going way out of his way. An Aero-Cab would have been cheaper but really noticed.

And I have to stay off the radar.

I’m a meta powered mutant criminal…the cape types can say things are all above board but we both know the government…yeah, too tempting. And if I can dream up some pretty nasty stuff and all the rumors…

Yeah, no thanks.

The Fullers aren’t around and I don’t get a lot of notice getting home with the full load after two blocks. It’s late and I’m away from the places that people usually hang around at night at.

The cat’s giving me hell when I get home until I feed her again and change the litter and take out the trash after I unpackage everything.

Okay…

First thing. I reach out and try moving a few pillows…it feels pretty much the same sort of using my powers.

I get my smartphone out and take some pictures of me in front of one of my random brick walls in my place. I then print out one of me. I look emo but cute. It’s a nice girl picture and just what I need.

The rest of the night I spend practicing my powers.

Control, control, control…you get the best results with practice. Lots of practice. And things have changed. I can see kinetic forces, energy…it’s grey blue to me and the faster more energy or force it has the more that gets bright.

I have to want to see it and it’s strange because I can see the eddies of force like heat sort of. Like on a thermo camera with the waves and even some of those almost after images.

I close my eyes but still try to see and I can see the kinetic force around me. It’s scary and fascinating but the first thing I try is sonar…sound has force right?

It sort of works, it take a lot of concentration and I can only see/feel about five feet around me.

But…I get to see how my powers seem to work. I gather the bleeding off of free and decaying kinetic force and wrap it around something that I’m going to move.

I even gather some up to my hand.

I send a ball of it out and explode it…oh like a flare with my eyes closed.

It play with it for hours. Until I can do it by letting out these pulses from my body itself and it lets me see about thirty feet around me.

I get dizzy three times when I feel the cat.

It moved my field of sensing to lock in on the cat and it was further passed my arc of vision. A couple of those other tries more than I could turn my head. See it’s not a physical based sense so I can move it all around my three points around me.

“I’m like a bat…”

A harder pulse rattles things, and sort of sounds like a newspaper getting dropped on the floor. My walls in the apartment aren’t too thick and I get a dim glimpse of the wiring. Strong pulses and I can see through things…like ultrasound.

I go to bed dreaming of all of the implications.

………………………………The next day is all about the training. I do as much around the house as I can using my telekinetic. I’m stronger too…I can move about three hundred pounds now mentally, or rather control about that much force to lift that much dead weight.

That’s actually a lot of force added when you think about it. Plus being able to see the force I’m controlling really helps a lot and I spend all afternoon making shapes just out of force in my hands and then using the power to use them. saw blades, drill, cutting disc, grinder wheels, all made out of energy…kinetics.

Great things to break into places. Even better things to remove all the stains and stuff in the bathroom tiles.

It sounds mundane but it’s not. The more you know how to use what you’ve got the more effective you are.

I get ready after supper and my nap and a coffee.

………………………………......... My new look.

A black tinted heavy plastic hockey mask. Like the visors football players wear sometimes but this is a goalie mask. Hooded plain black sweatshirt under a black denim vest with lots of pockets. Cargo pants, heavy belt with all my pouches, hiking boots and metal studded goth gloves. I look badassed or I think so.

…………………………..I take a satchel with me and a few toys and things I need and my backpack with extras in it. And I head off into the night without my board…I don’t need it now…there’s a layer of two kinetic or telekinetic films under my feet and I’m skating on the fact that between the kinetic energy I have on the ground and under my feet is frictionless…ice like.

I’m pretty fast but with practice I’ll get faster. I’ll still use the board because the RPM trick is just too easy on the energy but tonight’s a trial run.

I hit this spot, they’re not ganged up but pay protection but they run drugs, ice-cocaine…that’s like crack but this is a snowflakey blue powder that absorbs and melts on the tongue and is really addictive like all the plague drugs.

I find the house place…the row of houses and I send in my marbles first. I hit the walls, windows and doors things in the hall and they start freaking out. I start to be able to see everything inside.

I reach out band burst the lights. Some run outside, I kick the first guy in the thigh…applied force it takes nothing to break bones. I break the thighbone with the kick, I stomp bash his knee, I force strike the next guy in the ribs and spread the force out…I don’t want to send his ribs through his lungs but I’m more than good with breaking everyone of them.

I step inside and I don’t spare any of them. I jam their guns with force and I beat them brutally. Not to kill them but to do more than scare them….I want them not able to be well enough to come back here.

One screams. “Who are you?! What do you want!?”

“My name is Rook…these streets here between Robertson corner and the mill tracks is mine…you let them know, you let all of the scum like you know that this is my area now…this is Sleepy Hollow and I’m the horseman.”

I use my reverb trick when I talk, I sound dark and whispery and raspy even while yelling at him and him I leave really beaten….

It sounds bad, it sounds mean but these are really piece of shit dealers and they’d turn someone out for tricks for owing on their addictions. I told you that I’m not that nice a person. I couldn’t care less if these shits burst into flames right in front of me. Sometimes there are people who aren’t worth the second chances.

I know the cops’ll be here soon.

I take the cash, I take the dirty drug money and I take some other things too but the drugs, the guns…I leave that to the cops.

Though I shape the spray of one of the spray paint cans I’ve with me and I leave a few images like a stencil of a rook chess piece with a rook raven perched and mantled on it all in white.

I slip out and parkour away over a few rooftops.

Eat three energy bars and drink a bottle of water…use a bathroom in a vacant place I feel out as I keep moving. I go to each one of those places…the boundaries of My Territory and spend a couple of hours peeling off all the tags and graffiti it’s easy I just sink some force in and feel the difference between the brick and the paint and pull the paint off.

I make my tags here instead…all white…all my double rooks, and I make sure that everyone will see it all.

It’s even on the pavement.

………………………My last thing.

I find him at one of their hangouts and I wait until he’s alone, heading out the fire door of the shitty hole in the wall bar. He lights a smoke and he…he doesn’t weigh three hundred pounds so I grab him around the ankles telekinetically and I pull him to the roof.

“Hold” him over the edge with one hand. I’m actually floating him. He screamed, he went for a gun. I spike of force his finger ad the trigger area. There’s blood, he screams. I can feel his buddies running outside hearing him.

I hold my photo to his face.

“See her!?” More yelling, more reverb.

He pulls his screwdriver and swings. I nudge his arm with force and he misses and stabs himself in the leg.

I sort of fake karate chop his crotch and “see”…my target and I pop one of his balls as the chop hits like a grape.

Big tough shave ganger screams.

“Do you fucking see her!?”

“Yes!…yes…yes…!”

“She’s fucking mine!? I ever!, fucking ever see any of you looking ay her ever again I’ll fucking kill you! Understand me!”

He screams, cries, whines…

“Do you fucking understand me!”

“Yeeeeeesss!”

I drop him the four stories down.

He hits hard and his friends open fire.

I move out of the way fast and head off running away parkouring again. I could have tried to fight them but without the advantage of planning and surprise…I’m not getting into a firefight. I’m not bulletproof unless I can mess with the guns.

That’s almost enough. I actually do a patrol of things from the rooftops. Like when I went to help Sheppard and Link I can clear jumps that others can’t by lifting my weight some. This lets me go places I shouldn’t be able to go. It’s just too far to jump. And in the dark of night…I move like a ghost.

I stop a pimp from beating a girl into a pulp in an alley and He’s quick work. I land hit him with a force strike but at less power to the diaphragm and drive the air out of him the grabbed him by the throat and held him there until the few seconds it took his lights to go out. I leave him fixed to my symbol held to the wall by screws I got from the hardware store. I took his cash and his bling and used his phone to dial the police. I try to make the girl as comfortable as possible….she’s already out of it.

It’s late, near dawn by the time I get home and I can make it there with a leap to my roof from the closest building nearly forty feet away.

I’m tired…hungry…sore…

A pan of home fries and a shower later and I fall into bed and smile at the pile of cash on my dressing table.

I just robbed a drug house of close to twelve thousand dollars, I hurt eight people total pretty bad tonight and I drew a line in the sand for my neighborhood.

This far no further.

I’ve never slept better in my life.

My Super Secret Life…Villain-6

Chapter 6

It’s my first sex dream.

And Link is the starring player.

It’s raining out that night time movie rain and I’m back at the tunnel with her. I came with supplies and I’m wet and shivering and she comes in from the deeper tunnels and she’s……well she’s.

Five foot five, skinny in that waif like way I know I’m like that too but it looks so good on her like the way that her army green knee length cargo pants just sit low but still hug at her crotch and the way the sit on her hips letting a kiss of black lacy something peeking out and the fact she has fishnets under the pants so plainly there because the pants stop at her knees.

And her other stuff…the cammo army tank barely concealing these perky must kiss the breasts and the green hoody that makes her eyes just pop in the dark.

There’s some talking, also like bad porn and kind of on purpose. You know where you’re sexy joking with someone. That whole I brought you some supplies thing. Yeah…it might as well had been a pizza delivery right?

And thanking led to kissing and kissing led to touching and touching led to her going down on me…

My very first sexual orgasm definitely woke me up and with my eyes rolling back in my head because I honestly had no clue that sex could feel like this even with myself I leaned back and explored…slipped back into the fantasy a bit and was grateful that I had no neighbours.

After my third? I had this idea to use my kinetics to move that little nubbin and such that was making me feel so good and in my dream Link has a vibrator. In RL I stopped when the sex was getting sore and my arm was getting tired.

I passed out fell asleep as soon as I rolled out of my uhm wet spot.

I remember thinking though.

~How do people in a relationship deal with the post sex wet spot when it’s time to crash? ~

Then there was the fact I had never felt this loose and tired and I have a queen sized bed so I really didn’t give it a whole lot of thought after that.

I get up and feel really good, different than I’ve ever felt actually but good it’s like this knot inside of me got untied and I feel all happy and lighter and slinky even. I mean that whole new walking and swaying thing just feels good and actually right even.

“Huh…so this is what it feels like to be a girl post sex?”

“I think I might be able to live with this.”

I feel the cat and then go and take a shower and then get dressed while eating some more stuff as I go. Peanut butter in a bowl and I dip my celery in it and some broccoli and chase it down with an apple and about a litre of milk.

I get some of the drug money and I fill up my pocket book in my purse and then head out and walk around my area.

I’m kind of doing a patrol but I’m actually taking a good look at the buildings and the people that live and work here. It’s a poor area it’s got lots of places with bars over windows for some of the shops and graffiti everywhere and there’s street people…crash houses for the druggies and some places where there are scum living and plying their trade and stuff but there’s immigrants too, the real working poor that have to live out here because it’s dead cheap. There’s a mixture of good and bad here.

I stop and get tacos at a little corner spot and some more milk and stuff and after a couple of hours make my way into the one of the local hair dressing spots.

I don’t really have to wait that long and I start by getting my ends trimmed and just a casual styling. I don’t want anything really hard to keep the look of. I decide to share the wealth a bit and I get my nails done…that mani-pedi thing and go with a light blue polish and I zone out and just relax.

There’s a black lady in a head scarf and her daughter that comes around serving up sweets and food she’s made out of these camping coolers like an even cheaper version of those food carts that you see and she’s selling this African food just trying to make a buck really.

I buy from her getting stuff because the women in the shop are all getting something and I buy for me and the girls doing my hair and my nails. She makes these spicy cakes out of chickpeas and stuff that are pretty good and there’s these styrofoam dishes of spicy greens with like salted and smoked pork knuckle in it and I have it all even this really good fudge stuff she makes called Halva? I love that and buy two little paper bags of it.

It’s like this nutty sesame stuff that just does that fall apart into dissolving powdery fudgy goodness.

I’ve never been this hungry in my life. Powers aside I think I really taxed everything in my body with the last mutational shift.

I get my ears pierced too and go with three little silver hoops in each upper part of my ear and two little black jet studs in the traditional places.

And just talking I set up my cover.

I’m Rikki with two k’s and two I’s. I’m an artist and I’m using the last name of Holliday just because I like it and I’m kind of new to the area. It’s sort of true; I’ve never really been around in the day much before this.

I drop some decent bills on them and head out for home and pretty much just laze around on the couch with the cat for awhile sleeping and watching TV.

TV was actually a little interesting. I mean not like I was really into watching soaps or anything really but there were things that I caught myself watching like some of the sports channels and ladies tennis kind of gave me that lower oh…dream feeling and I really dig the grunts and sort of yells by these really decent looking girls in that gear.

Female athletes are…

And then I got surprised actually by just stopping and watching this boxing movie with this guy and he’s just…

I don’t know if it was any one thing or like all of the things with the guy playing the boxer guy but he was…he was great to look at when he was dressed and just acting which he was doing well even if I came in like halfway through the movie but when he was in the ring….

I actually had my hand in my panties absently.

And it kind of freaked me out a bit that after the movie I put on Galactic-MTV and just wrapped my comforter around me and dozed and tried to sort out my feelings about my sexuality.

I mean I wasn’t freaked at all about liking girls. I was a boy when all this started and I don’t have breast despite my other changes so it was emotionally a no brainer. But liking guys…even this one guy sexually has me trying to muddle through things.

I got up after it was dark and around eight and made some supper and then made some more…Just pancakes and sausage patties and a bit of scrambled eggs but I pack it up and I head out not in my gear but with my big back pack full of medical supplies and I head out to see Jeff who’s my doctor at the free clinic he works at and sort of runs.

I wait until he has time and he looks surprised to see me in civilian clothes and not my working gear and I wait until he gestures for me to follow him to his office/exam room.

“Hey Rook…uhm you’ve changed.”

“I hit another mutational phase just after the last time that we seen each other and I thought it’d be a good idea to stop by and get you to check me over.”

I set down my pack and take out the food in the Tupperware dish and pass it to him.

“Uhm…thanks I’m starving.”

“Yeah…I sort of thought that you live on stress and coffee.”

“This is really good. Thank you.” He says it around mouthfuls and he’s sort of looking at the other stuff that I’m setting out. “More? I’m not sure if I can afford this even at your prices.”

“It’s free Jeff.”

“Free?”

“Yeah…I’m shifting revenue streams so this stuff is free…you run this place hand to mouth as it is and you need the help…” I pass him an envelope too when he’s done.

He opens it and looks in it and then he looks at me. “Rook…”

“It’s Rikki now Jeff.”

“Rikki…this is…”

“It’s four thousand dollars.”

“But…”

“But nothing…it’ll keep you in heat and lights and rent for awhile right?”

“Yeah…but this is…”

“This is me helping you save some lives maybe for the people that can’t afford stuff they need.”

“Rikki this is…”

“Oh Jeff…just…shut up…” and I shut him up by kissing him.

I think that I was just as surprised as he was…but he broke it and he looked me in the eyes like a guy that’s been burned and he’s looking for if I’m for real and he must have liked what he saw because he kissed me back.

Then I can’t get enough of him, it’s like the way that he tastes and smells is just so…me wanting more and it’s not long before I’m out of my tee-shirt and he lifts me like I’m nothing onto the exam table and I’m doing that raised hip thing and he’s pulling off my jeans and my panties and then there’s more kissing and his hands slide over my chest like I had something but it’s like force of habit and I’m undoing his belt and pushing his jeans off his really firm ass and I reach down and feel him and his cock and he’s semi hard but it doesn’t take long before he’s hard as a rock and…

We stop…we share this look like are we sure?

And honestly yes.

He kisses me and he sinks into me and takes my virginity and it hurt…I won’t lie about that it did hurt but I knew that. I knew that came with being this way if I ever had that happen to me and as much as everything…was up in the air as soon as the strokes turned to pleasure I knew that I loved this and I might have men…if not Jeff in my romantic sort of future.

And honestly…I’m pretty sure the whole reason I came over here like this was to seduce him. It’s got to be the hormones catching up with me and while I’m not in love with Jeff by any means…I’m being made love to by a guy that spend his spare time and likely his own money trying to help the less fortunate and…isn’t a mutant hater…and is a nice guy with a sense of humor too.

There’s a lot more people that lost their cherry to a lot worse.

Actually I love it…the sex…I had a thought that I might not, or this might be the hormones too but it feels right too…like this physical clicking right thing.

We’re curled up for awhile on the exam table and he’s holding me.

“Rikki?”

“Yeah?”

“Why? I mean Why me?”

“Out of all the men I know Jeff I trust you the most.”

“Oh…”

“Jeff?”

“Yeah…?”

“I’ll be heading down to Freaktown in the next few days, there’s people I need to see and stuff. They really could use a doctor to visit down there. You want to come with me?”

“I’m a normal Rikki, am I even welcome?”

“Jeff there’s a lot of bio-normals down there…Freaktown is full of the people who just can’t or don’t fit in up here or anywhere else in the world plus everything else you’ve ever heard about the place.”

“So it’s not as bad as the rumors then?”

“No, it’s a lot worse.”

“You’ll vouch for me?”

“Yes I’ll keep you safe Jeff…so you’re in?”

“Yes.”

“You’re breaking a lot of laws doing this Jeff, its federal time.”

“I don’t care about that up here Rikki, I catch just ignore the oath I took when I became a doctor just because it’s hard.”

I roll over and look at him and honestly it’s sort of because he said it but more because he meant it….his pulse…I was…feeling it. It never wavered.

“Jeff?”

“Yes?”

“Again?”

“Again?”

“Yeah….I…I can feel when people are lying to me…you are real, you mean the stuff you say.”

“Yeah of course I do? You think I didn’t?”

“I’m a suspicious cunt Jeff sue me…”

“No…but what has this to do with me and you…”

“Can’t a girl give an honest man a reward of herself because she wants to?”

“Uhm…”

“Jeeze Jeff…I like you, you’re a good guy and that part of you make me want to fuck you okay!?”

He laughs and holds me and sinks into me. “Okay, okay but I’ve always heard the nice guy finishes last.”

“Well he better finish after me…but I’m…that’ll never be the case with me Jeff…you’re a good guy and I like that about you no matter what people say about that.”

“Oh…okay so are we dating?”

“Hell no, this is sex…I’m not remotely stable enough to be in a relationship.”

“Okay Rook.” He’s smiling and this feels good and right and the banter’s fun.

“Oh shut the hell up Jeff.”

I kiss him again.

……………………………………………………….I stayed really only about an hour but the sex was great…even if I’m sore the sex was great and I used his shower and headed back home.

Yes I kissed him goodbye but it’s kind of a bitch move if I didn’t really.

Close to midnight after another nap and I head out on patrol using my powers to boost my jumps and lower my weight and move through my zone.

I really should have eaten first; I’m hungry or getting there by two AM.

I break up a few things…mostly the drug flops where the druggies squat in to pass out. I don’t hurt them, not really but doses of pain to wake them up. I wreck their stashes, wreck their dope gear, needles and pipes and that stuff…I take any money I find on them and I scare the hell out of them…

I get into three really short lived fights and those I’m honestly brutal in. It doesn’t take much because they’re either wasted, or strung out.

But I’m making them fear me…fear being here.

I hit three places and one place two guys were pimping out the addicted girls. It’s too fucking common and I don’t know but it might be me finally emotionally connecting to my vagina but I break teeth…and kneecaps…fingers…pop a testicle.

I’m not nice people to these guys.

I TK dial 911 for them and I leave.

But guys who get kids there younger that me hooked and have all those track marks and are underfed and just…wrecked for life more than likely…they deserve this.

I wait in the shadows and I watch the Cops and the EMT’s do their thing and take notes and pictures. I want to know who works in my zone. I know there’ll be dirty ones. I want to know the good from the bad. Who I can respect and who I can use.

I clean the place with TK after they all leave and just them being in three different flop-houses has the cops in three different places and because the EMT’s are there too they have to charge them.

They have to bring in the wagons just to move them…it’s just stuff like vagrancy and drug possession charges some solicitation too but the point is there’s more heat in my back yard. The people that I don’t like they don’t like them being around this much.

Like I said I use my powers to clean the place once their gone…trash in the dumpsters and burning in the middle of the alleys and all the graffiti gone except for my tags. Smaller this time only about a foot high but right at eye level on each corner.

It’s fivish by the time I get home and I hit the shower, put me gear through the laundry and hit the bed after five peanut butter sandwiches, a chocolate bar and two glasses of milk.

And yeah…despite the sex and despite the violence I slept like a baby again.

My Super Secret Life…Villain 7

Chapter 7

I wake up and smile last night went good and inside I turned a corner in my head. I went to the free clinic and I seduced the street doc I’ve been working with. I’m really new to this sex stuff and yet I’m sure he was pretty good.

And…

I’m getting the big deal some people have about their first. Jeff’s a really decent person and yeah it’s sentimental as fuck but there’s no one that can take that away from me.

I start my morning off by slipping my hand down just thinking of Jeff and the way his hardness sank into me but still flesh and sliding over my sensitive deep spots, opening me up and sinking into me so deeply…

Three times before I’m done and panting.

Yeah…

Well I’m seventeen and never even felt the urge to be like this for most of my early adolescence….had I still been a boy I’d likely be doing more than this.

Had been a boy.

Honestly, I’m not sure that I’m all that upset by the change…I mean it’s been years and I think that maybe now. I’m more than good with it.

There’s no cure for being a mutant.

Oh, there’s been lots of attempts and snake oil.

There’s only two cures if you’re a mutant.

Deal with it and more on.

Or let the haters kill you.

I’m actually in a good mood despite the grim stuff. I’m just realistic I guess. I feed the cat, eat my toast and a bowl of cereal, do the housework and stuff and shower and head out grabbing my skateboard and just dressing in my inserts and sports bra and a decent t-shirt and non-job cargo pants.

I head out with some cash and I go around the neighborhood. I buy some stuff at the shops. Not so much the 24/7’s but the few mom and pop places still here and we talk and honestly I learn about the place a lot more. I mean I’ve been here awhile but I rarely actually spent time out here. Here in my neighborhood.

I said I’m an artist so I’m buying stuff for that and most of it’s from the hardware places and I open and account at Lisbon Hardware for paints and for him to get some canvas and stuff in and it I dunno…the way he was grateful for a cash in hand account was moving and kinda scary.

And decision making stuff too.

I buy things I see that I need for my gear and head home and actually spend time drawing out maps of my area and making notes. I take some of my art stuff and go to one of the other rooms start to make an information room. I even set up some files areas in milk crates.

I take a break, make some supper and work on my costume. I go with hockey and sports pads and I glue and sew things to black tights in two layers underneath and one set over it with the whole thing to zip up in the back.

Trying it on it’s good and gives me this male sort of look with the bulk and everything then I add my hooded t-shirt and then the long coat the featureless tinted goalie face shield. Add in the gloves and boots and I’m pretty bad assed.

I get out of the gear and start working on the long coat getting pockets sewn in. I’m really good at sewing with my TK powers. I do tubes with old bike inner tubes so I can put things into them. Cayenne, my marbles, cling wrap balls, zip ties in the sleeves and stuff for my gear in various pockets and then two cayenne pockets in the back just in case.

Yes.

I take another break and relax and watch some TV, eat some junk food, go back to the computer and yes…surf the net and watch some porn. I’m still trying to feel all this sexuality stuff out and I found one thing out.

I don’t like porn. I mean I don’t hate it but it’s kind of boring. Way too contrived and when it’s not that it’s kind of eww.

Unhappy with the sticky-vids I try out a few videos on tai-chi and some yoga…Meh…it was okay but like the porn I’m pretty sure this’ll be better in real life.

Okay…It’s late enough. I eat a couple of power bars, have an orange and use the bathroom and get into my gear and head out over the rooftops.

I won’t bullshit about it. I’m starting to love the freedom of it out here, up here. The Brickyards are like a lot of poor places built up against each other a lot and perfect for my TK parkour. I’m not hunting tonight. I’m mapping, and practicing and investigating. I’m looking for the gangs, the dealers, who’s doing what, the locals and the local cops.

Okay…Mostly.

There’s a few things that I can’t leave alone.

The drunk guy I saw through the window screaming at his wife who’s bleeding on the floor with welts and scared children huddling.

I TK knock on the door while slipping in the window. He opens the door and I move through the place and I push him out into the hall and pull the door shut behind me. Pepper in the eyes and he screams. I’m not gentle, I beat the hell out of him. Every punch TK boosted…I don’t break anything well his nose and he loses some teeth.

I hold him out over the stairwell and go scary voice. “Never again, never hit that woman or those children again! I see you doing this and I’ll come for you!…you know what I’ve done right!”

“r…rr..right…” He’s pissing himself as I hold him one armed using my TK to actually carry his weight.

“You will clean the hell up, treat them like you’re not the scumbag you are…got that! I will come to get you if you fail them again.” I toss him onto the closest stairs and I jump up the stairwell to get to the roof.

Yeah…I can only hope that he’ll try at least.

Then Fullers…there’s six in a car driving through my area. I pop the tire yanking out the stems and let loose my marbles and hit them from the shadows, I trash the windows, dent the shit out of the car and hit them…over and over and over until they’re all beaten badly, bloody and run yelling out of my zone.

That’s right, get the hell out.

That leads me to plan a few things. Big chunks of concrete and brick set onto the corners of a few roof tops. Just to have shit to drop on an offending car with my powers. It pays to be prepared.

I still mostly travel and take notes, on my phone with voice recordings, pictures and texts. About five the day’s closing in and I make my way home and shower and change…I get into slacks and a nice top and head off to the clinic on my skateboard stopping for coffee and doughnuts at one of the diners in my area.

I’m sipping mine when I see Jeff come out after his shift at the clinic. H blinks and stares at seeing me. “Rikki? Now?”

“No, Sunday though.”

“Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here? I mean, not like it’s not good to see you but….” He blushes? Me? Am I doing that?”

“Take me home.”

“Okay…I don’t know where you live though.”

“No you don’t.”

I step up and kiss him and put his coffee in his hands. I…I think I like kissing…I mean it’s what you do right?

It takes a minute for him to kiss me back definitely taken off guard I can actually see the lights come on with the “Oh.”

Then he kisses a bit better.

I break the kiss, smile.

He’s staring down at me but we’re still touching and I can tell he’s on the edge of something again. I lean away and take a drink of my coffee. “What?”

“Rikki…I’m like twice your age.”

“That doesn’t matter Jeff.”

“You’re seventeen.”

“Yes…?”

“You’re not even legal.”

“Jeff…”

“Yeah…”

“I’m a wanted criminal, I’ve been on my own surviving for years, lots of years. I’m not a kid.”

“I know that it’s just…stuff like this doesn’t happen to guys like me.”

I tape a step back in and press against him. “So you’re saying no?”

“No…I’m not saying no, but are you sure?”

“Jeff…take me home.”

He heads to a car leading me over and even though it’s a old beater he still opens the door for me. I get in and we head north and about forty minutes and he lives on The North Edges. It’s still technically the brickyards but it’s close to the Hannigan district and the interdistrict highway so there’s more people there, more traffic and better neighborhoods.

We eat the doughnuts on the way and finish out coffees before we pull into an eight story apartment building that’s solidly middle classed. It’s a good indication the Jeff even being a doctor isn’t rolling in the cash.

He’s on the fifth floor and he lets us in and shyly smiles. “Uhm excuse the mess.”

I look around. Mess? Not really he sleeps and keeps his things here. My place is more furnished. I do see he eats a lot of take out and microwaved meals from a glace at the kitchen.

“I’ve seen a lot worse Jeff.”

“I usually don’t have company Rikki.”

“So the sheets will be clean?”

“Uhm…yeah.”

I take his hand and smile and kiss him again and it’s getting better and better. I’m enjoying it more and he’s more in his element here and relaxed.

I hop up and wrap my legs around his hips and he carries me to the bedroom. Again not much one of those low to the ground beds but a queen sized one, light blue sheets, navy blue quilt and dark curtains that give the room this almost underwater light aspect.

That’s all I see as we’re stripping each other them and kissing and he does this inhale looking at me once I’m fully naked. I’m a bit self conscious about the no bust at all thing.

“What?”

“God you’re beautiful.”

Really? Oh that kind of…I’m not all melty girly Oooh over it but it was nice. I smile and take his cock in hand and lead him down to me.

I have no idea what’s average or good but he’s plenty hefty for my slender hands and I kiss with him as he puts on a condom. I whine-grunt as he sinks slowly into me…It hurts so good at first, feeling him fill me and there’s this part of my brain that’s saying yes, yes, yes.

It’s hot another living part inside of me and the other body heat is…human touch, feeling someone give you a massage that feels good right…this is that but it’s times a hundred.
God it’s so intimate too…Jeff’s giving me so much pleasure that it’s so gratifying to hear the sounds he’s making too. The touches of his hands over my skin and even him suckling and kissing my nipples…sure…likely not as good as if they were biologically standard but still…it feels good, that he wants to and does makes me feel good.

He get there and so do I well twice and we’re panting and kissing and sheened in sweat and I run my fingers through his sweaty hair as I hold him and actually tightened the way my legs are wrapped around him.

I sink my TK senses into him…like the way that I could feel his pulse to see if he was lying and I just soak in feeling the pulse of his blood the rush of his lungs and the beating of his heart.

Feeling that…him…like this was a curiosity but it’s such and experience to feel him like this…that affected by our lovemaking….It’s even more curios and wow when he starts getting his second wind…and feeling the pressure changes of him getting aroused…He switches out condoms and we make love again….this time, fingers interlaced through most of it and there’s lots of kissing and there’s this time where he’s just in this zone…and makes love to me like a thoroughbred. I read it takes men longer to get there the second time around…well Jeff took full advantage of that….I match him though, being Rook has me in really amazing shape and as much as it’s moving my hip to him I pull myself there by tightening my thigh muscles since I’m still wrapped around him…pull my body to him by using my abs. Tons of kissing and sweat and lots of noise…I’ve never felt so good or alive in my life except for just after a fight. That rush of kicking ass to clean up my neighborhood….sex…it’s right up there. When he gets there it’s him crying out but he wraps me into this tight hug and he gets there hard and powerfully.

I’m sweat soaked but feral…there’s part of me that’s been let out of the box I stuffed all this in and I kiss, suck on his skin and sweat and bite him in places…and I…I use my powers on him…slowly reaching into the kinetics of him…the beating rhythms of his body…I couldn’t do this in a fight…it’s a slow thing…a feeling out thing…but once I really feel that…I pull with my TK slowly but surely more blood flow and pressure into him cock making him hard again…

“Oh fuck…I…Rikki…wow…”

“Hmmm? I…It’s been a long time since I’ve had a girl do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“Third time…wow…it’s been like college….” He’s still panting and I kiss him. Oh he likely could have but no where near as fast or hard or as long…Do I tell him? Hell no, I want Jeff to think and feel this is him. He’s so proud of himself… “Well then lets not waste it and make love to me Jeff…long and slow…pour us a drink and put on some music…show me what it really can be like.”

He grins like he’s so much younger and goes to make us a drink and put on some soft music. I use his bathroom and freshen up and grab some tissue paper and pull the wet spot out of the bedding into it before tossing it into the trash. I smile as I took a peek out at him in the kitchen as he made two blender drinks and put something in the fridge. He looked down at his hard on and had this goofy grin on his face and said to himself. “Out-fucking-standing.”

I slip back into the bed giggling and you know…never…I’ll never wreck this for him. He smiles and kisses me and that smile is like all those Jeff worry lines are finding release and It’s a drink-drink he made something called a pina colada and it’s actually good…not something I’d go for a lot of but good and sort of fits sex in the morning. We drink and then kiss then I pull him to me again.

I do one more trick I sort of use my TK and body and fluids to make a sort of seal like a pump that slowly pulls at my insides and him as he outstrokes as long as he doesn’t pull out it builds that slow sucking at us pressure.

When I get there again and again and the third time…that third time…this time I bite his shoulder and scratch his back. I don’t really have nails but it’s just reflex. Jeff got there twice more…stunned…we both were with this he wraps me into his arms and holds me awhile.

I hate to come across as a slut but I fell asleep first.

I woke first though and Jeff was laying on me partway sleeping the sleep of the dead or the just. I get out carefully and pad to the bathroom and take a shower. I steal one of his shirts and go fridge raiding. It’s pretty empty except the basics so I make toasted fried egg sandwiches with a tomato slice and some salami and a bunch of condiments he had.

I take a sharpe marker and write on his fridge door. “Jeff…get some damned food in the house, you never know when you’re going to get lucky so don’t starve the poor girl.”

I make and eat mine first and check out his place. Three bedrooms, it’s a condo rather than an apartment and one is definitely and office. I pick through his files and find one labeled Rook and read it. It’s pretty much all the stuff he’s told me plus some theory. Am I mad there’s a file? No he’d have turned me in a long time ago, this is him thinking. I do see a few sheets of bills and wants and needs and must haves for the clinic, alimony and child support payments.

Okay ex-wife and kid.

Not a big deal though the ex-looks like she is upping the ante with her money demands in both every once in awhile. I take those and some computer printer paper and use my TK to make an ink share copy of the stuff I’m interested in.

Computer…daughters birthday, I look around and it’s mostly work stuff, word processing stuff. I set some stuff I know up in his computer and then feel and memorize the feeling of his keys while making coffee and his sandwiches.

Yes, I’m invading his privacy. Don’t care…Jeff’s part of my life. I want to know things so I’m going to know them. First it’s me being able to help him out if I need to. Two it’s self defense shit happens I want to be prepared and…three…If I ask him things and he lies to me I’ll know.

Remember…Villain. I’m not a good person a whole lot of the time.

Hey…even good people have to lie.

I really debate waking him with sex, or a blowjob but well I’ve never given one and the though it daunting and something I’ll save maybe for some other time. Instead I get dressed.

I lean over and kiss him long and softly. He moans and blinks, he’s cute when he’s sleepy.

“Mmm…hey…”

“Hey back, Thanks Jeff I needed that.”

“You’re thanking me…?”

“Yes…jeez Jeff, it was fucking great so yes, thank you.” I say it softly ad draw the word fucking out a bit. I kiss him again. “Coffee’s hot in the machine and breakfast’s in the nuker…I’ll see you later. Oh we’re going on Sunday.”

I kiss him again and he’s blinking the sleep out still by the time I’m leaving. I’m closing his apartment door when. I heard him call. “Rikki?”

I keep going.

I’m close to him I guess but at the same time…mornings together and all that stuff that could happen. It might lead to things and a relationship. I can’t have a relationship, not with Jeff. Not a normal one. I’m a wanted criminal and it’d hurt him and me if it came crashing down.

So, I’m not going there.

No…I don’t actually feel bad about it. It is what it is.

I take the bus back to my neighborhood and decide to get some real breakfast at the diner and read the Friday paper while nursing a coffee and a short stack with some ham and red eye gravy.

The best thing about the diners in places like this is the regulars and the old timers. I buy some coffee and few slices of pie and start getting the skinny on the place from the ones that have lived here more than me. Gossip, but they all know things, stories, info on the gangs and the cops and I slip in questions about Rook and the weird goth tags and I get to hear the street angle of what I’m doing.

Best yet. “I wish he’d hit that place on…”

Or “He should go after…”

It’s a big list and there’s one that I’m really…really going to fuck up badly.

Hanson McCleod…

No one has been able to bust him, no evidence…or he’s paid people off they say. Has cops in his pocket…city councilors and stuff…like child protective services.

Drug dealer, gang boss…no.

Child molester….

He pays tonight.

My Super Secret Life…Villain 8

Chapter 8

Pissed?

I almost rattled stuff in the diner.

So why in the world of don’t give a fuck am I so pissed?

I’ve been on the streets a long time. And in a city like Ark City there are over five to six hundred thousand kids on the streets. Some get out, some don’t stay and are just visiting, so go gang or become hookers and junkies, the list goes on and on…but you just think about the population and the amount of predators that come here for the camouflage…

Yeah run the numbers.

I’ve lot people, friends not close like family friends but friends enough over the years that this is one of my button issues. I’ve seen some of their bodies too. Cried too many fucking goddamned tears over something that should never happen! And the only reason that I haven’t been a victim many times over was because of my powers.

I get up and leave the diner and go walking sort of hurting, hugging myself in that jacket hunched hands in my pockets kind of way. There’s fresh tears for old hurts and old friends that I wipe away from my eyes with little pulses of power.

I walk and walk and end up outside the address for the bastard Hanson McLeod. It’s an old brownstone like place with a ten foot brick wall around the yard and an electronic gate. I can see some surveillance cameras there. There’s likely to be more, and maybe a set of back up power there it’s his own little fortress in the slums and just in a bad enough area where no one will look at him and what he’s doing.

I move on after awhile still in mourning, still getting angry but already into break and enter mode, already in planning mode.

I take the long way home and still see things that I hate still some dealers and runners doing their thing on the streets and they’re way more into doing stuff in broad daylight using look outs for the police or some of the police.

It won’t save them from me getting in their way.

But I need Hanson…he’s one of those people that breeds despair around him like a plague carrier. Connected or so they say, has money and police protection and he’s a child molesting predator from way too many rumors.

A really good gauge of his fear is the fact that there isn’t anyone doing anything but pass his place by and that’s in a hurry. They don’t even deal or hook near him. A good barometer of him being a boogeyman.

Fuck him.

I’m the Boogeyman in Sleepy Hallow.

I head home and I go over my things and I add a few more things that I’m adding to my gear. Cutting discs for metal and stone, a full thing of cling wrap, a few kinds of screws. A couple disposable phones, some flash drives…these bastards always have sick shit on their computers.

I’m still almost too pissed to sleep and I work out on the tae-bo dummy I have that tells me what to hit and kick and stuff. I’m not really trained but I’ve been in scraps and fights before all of this and since going pro I’ve been doing this and I’ve a few months of tae kwon do from a YWCA here until it had to close. But I try to keep up what I know. I’m scoring harder hits according to the read outs, I guess maturing helped a lot.

Sweaty and now tire enough I shower and crash I’m getting lots of rest before I head into that place.

It’s about ten when I get up. I get something to eat. I make macaroni with hamburger that I’ve loose cooked until it’s crispy and onions too just diced. I drain it and mix the two together with a can of tomatoes and a can of tomato soup. Poor man’s goulash really but something I eat a fair amount of. I have to let it cool because I let the liquid soften the hard brown edges of the hamburger.

Good food for this work, pasta, meat, sugars from the soup. I still though eat a power bar before that, take some vitamins and some mineral pills too… I’m still catching up so I think this is a good idea plus I burn off a shit-ton of energy doing stuff with my powers.

I eat, use the bathroom and then get dressed.

I head to the basement.

I lift out the cutting discs and I crank the Rpm’s up and get them spinning in a flight of five of them and I start to cut through the floor. It’s solid stuff so I’m using my powers to excavate as I go. Stop…pulse…feel…move on until I get into the sewers. Yeah I know but they’re not that bad. They have sidewalk like things for the workers and there’s railings too. I made a merry maze between here and my place with some bricked up doors. No mortar but you won’t really get that they’re doors unless you knock them down or like me can feel through things. I can just mentally move them out of my way. Good enough for now.

I know the general area that I’m heading too and….

Uh-huh…the tunnel is sealed off. It’s a big metal wall and it lets the water pass through by grates but it’s old like twenty or thirty years old and covered with notice signs with biohazard zone…blah, blah, blah buster sewage processor.

Right under his place…street?

Not bloody likely.

I stop though and I feel through the metal…seek, pulse…feel…no cameras no people.

I use the discs, and cut myself a door.

It’s relatively clean for a sewer but darker with the lack of light coming from the place being blocked off. It takes awhile to…no…I close my eyes and I pulse see…telekinetic sonar. There’s barrels out in the middle of the sewer water…I pull one close to me…heavy…there’s stuff in them and I pop a lid.

Then I have to pop all of them…there’s eleven…of the barrels…but the kids that were in there…the one that’s the freshest looks about twelve…

I might be a villain; I might have killed before even if in self defense but this…this man is a monster.

He actually has a door here, stairs leading up into his basement.

Mad? Pissed?

I must be really a female…I sit at that door to his basement and cry…I cry quietly…but I cry…that might be someone I knew down there…that might have been me.

But like a girl…once I’m done crying…Cold…focused anger.

I reach out and feel.

By the numbers Rook…this is a break in first. There’s some cameras down here. But not on this door. Why?…What? The stairs going upstairs…and a room…with dampened walls…layers…I need to get closer. I pick the lock, slip in…go around the stairwell camera and there’s a room that’s there across from the furnace room.

Touching and pulsing the wall its smaller rooms? Movement…kids…bars…cells. There’s six of them. I take out a disposable cell phone. I dial *(star) five times and hit send and wait.

“Champion Tower how may we assist you?”

It’s a machine…but I got the numbers for the Cape squad’s offices from a book I found years ago in a break and enter. It’ll be traced for sure.

“I have a message for Shroud. If you trace this call you’ll find what I’m going to leave left of a child molesting serial kill…”

“This is Shroud…”

“Good…”

“Why call me?”

“The local piglets are on the take as well as City council. I can’t trust them here…not even the AA’s.”

“Where are you?”

“Figure it out, by the time you trace this and get here I’ll have done what needs doing.”

“I could call the Ark Angels.”

“Uh-huh…right.”

“Who are you?”

“Rook.”

I toss the phone still onto the floor.

I get ready…look, feel.

Aaaah, there’s his Genny.

I crank up the discs and I hit the Generator and fuse box at the same time.

I set my hands on the stairway rails and I power burst jump…slide up the stairs.

“Lucas! Find out what bloody well happened?” The voice is older but still prime…sixties, seventies which isn’t what it used to be…well not if you have money. That’s middle aged if you can afford it.

I hear a big bass voice slightly off… “Yu..Yes Fatha.”

There’s some heavy, heavy footfalls and there’s this huge shape that comes around the corner. He looks like someone badly cross bred a human…maybe with a pig…maybe then had it badly twisted by deformities…uhm…deformities I’m guessing “Fatha” had corrected by the serious cybernetic Lucas is sporting.

I power jump up and use my telekinetic to sink a grip into the ceiling as he thumps by.

Okay…that’s new…it worked but new one for me.

“Lukey see your heat.”

Oh shit.

I look just in time to see Lucas grab my long coat. He snarls…not really words but he swings me through the closest wall…pain? Yeah lots of pain…this wasn’t plasterboard but wood and paneling. My armor well mixed padding just saved my ass…plans to think ahead.

“Ruargh!!!” He yells or something like that.

I get up fast, fear way more than training and go to unleash my marbles and catch a fist to the face. I fly back into the next wall with a crash and the hockey mask is spider webbed with a single hit.

“Ugnh!” That was me.

“Lucas gunna have me some fun.”

I reach up and release my marbles and start whacking him with them. It takes awhile to get them up to speed so they’re only pissing him off. He even catches and crushes a few. I get up and wobble a bit. And he hit’s me with both fists and charging through another wall.

I go flying and skidding across the floor of this bigger hall. Lucas comes after me his stomping shaking the floor.

I gather that energy and apply it as a barrier of force one layered over the other in front of his feet. His next three steps stomp that layer into the other and sort of squish it apart but it has the desired effect on becoming a patch of TK grease…because my force is essentially frictionless. He does the banana peel big time.

I’m getting to my feet as he goes down.

“Lucas!” I see this middle aged guy in a house coat robe and silk pajamas at the end of the hall and he’s got a pistol in his hand. “Get up you stupid oaf and kill him.”

“I kill him fatha, I’ll kill the ‘truda good!”

He’s getting up really fast.

Hanson’s not getting away. I pummel him with the seven marbles I got left and he goes down hard. It’s a volley and it’ll only stun him for a few minutes so I have to…

Dammit!

Lukey isn’t just up but he’s got me by the throat and he’s strong…inhumanly strong.

“I’s is gotten fatha…heh..heh..Lukey’s gonna squeeze yer head off.”

Shit….he could do it too…

I don’t even think about it…I’m not a Cape Squaddy that brings in the bad guy. I slap my palm over Lucas’s face and gather energy and power. I train, I practice doing all sorts of silly stuff like filling balloons and blowing soap bubbles with my powers.

Why?

Because it makes me more dangerous.

I reach in and I fill Lucas’s lungs with TK force and I pull all the air from his lungs. He lets go and staggers grabbing at his throat and he can’t even make a sound.

“Put this boy in body armor Hanson and I can see why people aren’t fucking with you. to bad for you that body armor is next to useless against me.”

Hanson’s looking up at me coughing and gasping from the marble strikes. I hit him with seven of them at least as hard as a paintball gun.

I make sure he’s looking as Lucas drops now to his knees with a big thump. The I dig in with my powers…it’s open air ways it’s not the same as effecting something that’s purely internal…it’s kind of like a balloon…Lucas might be an innocent but he was way too willing and happy in a demented way to “pop” my head off. He’s a rabid dog. So I put him down. I yank my hand from Lucas’s face and I pull his lungs literally out of his body.

I walk away from him letting him expire in twitches.

I head towards Hanson.

He screams in fear…kind of an unmanly scream and opens fire at me. I focus my TK on his gun and it explodes unable to fire through the thickness. More screaming and he runs. I chase him and he’s trying to lose me but I’m skating…using my TK as a cushion and pulling and throwing myself through the house and he’s knocking things over and trying to slow me down and stop me.

He get’s to his study and I barrage him with his own books.

Then I have him.

He swings, he fights and he fights like a guy that’s used to not having someone fight back. Like he’s used to beating on the weak. I use him like my tae bo dummy and I vent of him without powered boosting. I stop after my knuckles are sore through my gloves.

I do the voice trick. As I slam him down in front of his computer. “Password!”

“No…!”

“Password! Show me the others! Show me it all!”

“No…!”

I beat him off the desk and I pull off his bottoms…. “What…what are you doing…”

“I knew you had a little dick.” I float another marble out. “Tell me the password!”

“No..ooo!” he’s sobbing….then goes for a letter opener. He’s fast and desperate and he stabs at me and I block the hit or I try and it goes through my forearm. I slap my hand over his face. “Time to die!”

He shits himself…starts sobbing…

“Password!”

“No..” a sniveling whisper this time.

“Fine…”

I use my power to grab his little cock and the marble…and that flesh is stretchy…sort of but like I’ve said I’m not a nice person…I start giving him a reverse kidney stone.

I’ve never heard screaming like that and apparently he wasn’t done voiding his bowels.
I drop him writhing in his own feces and move the computer away from him so I can use it.

“Password and it stops!”

He bawls out the code.

I’m no hacker so it takes a bit more of the marble traveling up to get the folders and stuff opened and I…he recorded the stuff…he wasn’t the only one doing things…it’s like he had this ring…this club and there’s names and faces and…

I’m cold angry silent crying again…

I recognize one of the girls there Deni…she was a runaway with me on the streets and….

I’m not saying what they were doing to her…

I print off all the child porn images that I can…I use the zip ties to tie Hanson up. The police might be coming…I never called them; I’m pretty damned sure that shroud won’t either.

Mad…oh fucking right I’m madder than mad but I’m not the one to kill him…I’m not even going to mete out his justice.

As things are printing I “ask” where the safe is, where his hold out cash is. I get a gym bag I see lying around…I go to the bedroom…empty that safe, his jewelry…it’ll just get seized anyway…they can have his accounts. I do at one point yank the letter opener out but I keep my blood on me with my powers and I keep the letter opener too.

But fuck doesn’t it hurt like a mother…I bite down on the pain. I hate getting stabbed…this is my third time.

I see…hmm…I take that spiked mace thing off the wall by this old suit of armor. I kind of like it. I grab him…and I haul him outside of his place to the lamp post on the corner and the printed off pictures too…every act, every face and I scatter them with my powers as far as I can launch the bundles and I leave him there…cling wrapped to the lamp post and there are cops coming but they stop about two block away…get out grabbing the pictures with papers.

There’s some noise, yelling arguing…another car pulls up and two other cops get out and have papers in hand and they pull guns on the two that were heading here.

More come and there’s chaos starting, people are stopping and picking up papers…those pictures…I just stand there watching the sun coming up and the whole thing is picking up speed…Hanson is freaking out but I wrapped his mouth too so he’s just there cling wrapped to the light pole watching his doom getting closer and closer.

“Rook?”

He’s here.

“That was fast.”

“It’s over…”

“Not even close Shroud.”

“This can’t be ignored.”

“It shouldn’t be. Look there’s a computer in there with all his contact info, all his sick twisted shit in there and it’s hooked to some kind of magnetic eraser so you let the uniformed clowns in there and odds are you’ll lose all the information on the molestation ring. And there’s six kids locked down in the basement…in cells.”

He stares at me through the deep darkness of his hood…even in the daylight it’s just filled with this misty darkness….even in the daylight is he right on the edge of creepy.

“Fine…go…”

I head to the closest manhole.

“Rook?”

“Yeah.”

“This…this isn’t over between us.”

“Actually Shroud…I’m good with that.”

I use my powers to slip the cover off and back and I take off.

I leave and skate away and I’ll take the long, long way around…like…I hurt…really bad now that the adrenaline’s running down and I head to the clinic using the sewers.

I’m still smiling despite the hurt…the mob will get to Hanson before the cops will. Shroud might leave him there too just to make sure he get’s the info and the kids…either way there’s about two full packs of printer paper pictures floating around the area…thet can’t, absolutely can’t ignore these fuckers…they’ll have to get then even if the evidence is iffy or else someone else will.

And at least two child raping dirty cops went down too.

I’m Rook.
You peddle poison and I’ll come for you.
You hurt women and I’ll come for you.
You hurt a child and I’ll drag you to hell myself.
That’s me.
That’s who I am.

…………………………………………………………..He’s just getting done his shift and I push off the wall from the shadows and up to his car. “Jeff.”

He jumps and he looks at me. “Sweet Jesus Rikki! What the fuck happened?”

“Take me to your place and you can see it on the news.”

“You need a hospital.”

“I need you…and I need you to be good with that.”

“……………………………..fuck…”

“Good…” I slump and he catches me.

“Okay…here get in the back seat and take that thing off your face…I need to see your eyes.”

“Okay.”

Jeff looks at my eyes and then heads into the clinic coming out with a bag. He get’s in and passes me an ice pack and put’s it over the left side of my face…its cold and stings at the same time.

“Just hold on and I’ll get us home.”

“Okay….Jeff…Thanks…”

“Shuttup Rikki…I’m pissed at you right now.”

“You sound like an angry girlfriend.”

“Fuck off.”

He hunches his shoulders as he starts to drive and his ears are red…I smile at that. I close my eyes and try to just not hurt as bad as I’m hurting as he drives me to his place.

My Super Secret Life…Villain-9

Chapter 9

I’m not sure if I’m punchy from the pain or the adrenaline but I am bizarrely having a good time sort of hiding slumped in the back seat of Jeff’s car while he drives us to him condo and he’s muttering the whole way.

I would have been perturbed by him doing this before but since my latest mutation shift and my body sort of catching up to my age it’s actually kind of cute. It does make me wonder though if it’s like hormones and brain chemistry or the fact that we’ve had sex together.

It could be all of those things or that I’ve lost some blood or the fact that I’ve really pushed my powers with this whole thing.

We pull into the complex he lives in and we go inside. Yeah we’re being careful but really at the same time not. I leave my padding on and stuff but the face mask and my long coat I take and wrap the coat around the mask and stuff them between the handles of my bag and carry it that way. Now most people if they bothered to look…and unless they’re old or nosy or paranoid don’t really bother to check out what their neighbours are doing should just see a skinny girl wearing sports padding of some kind if anyone asks me I’m going to tell them I’m a roller derby girl.

Yeah we still have that it’s kind of a vintage thing old time sports thing. I think I look close enough to pass for one of them.

I can’t help but do a little kinetic feel out as we pass. Just a feel of my force through things to see who’s nosy and coming to look at their peephole camera screens. Not a blessed one just what feels like two dogs. You just got to love how self absorbed people can get.

We get into Jeff’s place and It’s so strange really I just went through the hardest fight of my life and dealt with a scumbag that really should’ve been killed in a really, really horrible way and learned the hard way of the death of a friend.

And I’m taking off my boots inside the front hall of his place and setting them on the mat he’s got there for his shoes and sneakers. Once I hear him locking the door behind us I head to his bathroom and once in his bedroom I set down my bag and shove it under his bed for now and I start to get undressed.

Or rather try to.

I stiffened up in the car and oh dammit things are hurting. Jeff comes in behind me with his doctoring stuff he has here and two bottles of water. He looks at me.

“Jesus…”

“Yes and I’m very disappointed with mankind since I came back.”

“Hardy-har-har Rikki.” He steps over to me and he looks me over. “I’m cutting this stuff off.”

“Hey this stuff isn’t cheap.”

“Too bad you’ll get hurt trying to take it off. I’m your Doctor I trump your street ranking right now.”

“Okay…okay but I’m stealing some of your clothes.”

“They won’t fit.”

“A guys shirt isn’t supposed to fit, and you’ve got to own a pair of swimming trunks or something.”

“We’ll see.”

I sigh and sort of try to hold my self the way that he needs me to so he can take his scissors and cut my lycra off of me. It feels good to get out of it anyway its happening. I really need a shower and to feel clean with the stuff from well everything that happed last night or well this morning.

He unhooks the pads and my protective stuff. Then he’s touching me. “Dammit Rikki you’re covered in bruises what happened?”

“Hanson had this feral mutant there mentally challenged or something but big as a tank and murderous as hell. He threw me around a lot.”

“A lot, what through a wall?” He’s putting on these goggles and getting tweezer looking things out.”

“A couple of them actually.”

“Explains the splinters, this will hurt most likely.”

“Just do it.”

He grunts and yeah it hurts, over and over again and in places that I hadn’t realized that I had bits sticking into me.

“Rikki?”

“Yeah?”

“Turn off your powers you’re holding stuff in.”

“Oh…I didn’t know.”

I think about it a bit and there’s this almost relaxation in my skin the stab wound from the letter opener starts to bleed and I’m feeling my hurts a lot more intensely. “Oh…ow…”

“Yeah ow and a lot more than ow by the time I’m done. You don’t have to do this y’know…you can stop it.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Yes you can leave this stuff to the professionals.”

“The professionals are the problem Jeff, half of them are on the take and I haven’t seen any of the white hats around here. The good guys are cutting it and I am only I’m one of the bad guys so I don’t have to play nice or worry about their civil rights I can be as much as an asshole or a hardassed cunt as I need to be.”

“They’re going to come for you.”

“They’ve been coming for me ever since I killed a man at the age of eleven.”

He stops and he looks at me and he looks me right in my eyes and I look right back into his. “Shit…I never thought that you were like that…”

“He was an asshole and he used to beat me and my mother and when my powers kicked in I used then to beat him…he died in the ambulance.”

“Rikki that’s different, that’s not the same as murder.”

“Not according to the law, not according to some of the politicians looking for the normal vote.”

“But there were extenuating circumstances.”

“No, the truth is I’d do it again but in a faster way. I’ve never cried over that asshole and I’m not going to shed a tear over torturing that child killing molesting bastard tonight or killing his chipped up murder-toy.”

“Rikki…”

“No Jeff, this is me, this is who you are dealing with. I’m not a nice person and I’m not ashamed to admit that. Nice only gets you so far.”

“Rikki.”

“I mean it Jeff; it’s a hard worl…”

Oh…

He’s kissing me…he’s slipping his fingers through my hair and he’s kissing me despite what I’ve told him.

“Rikki.”

“Yeah?”

“I work in a clinic in the middle of The Brickyards you think you’re the only bad person that I like or find reasonable?”

“Actually sort of.”

“I’m not here because this is where they dumped me, I’m here doing medicine by my choice here.”

“Okay but you wanted me to stop.”

“I do, I like you, I mean I really, really like you and I’d love for this to be more but I don’t want to watch you get killed or arrested and tossed into some place like Alpha Block.”

He rips off some tape with his teeth and my arm is bandaged after he stitched it. I look at him and he’s looking at me and I stare at him. Dammit he’s just so… “Jeff get up.”

He gets up off of the bed. “You need help…uhm Rikki? What are you doing?”

“I’m undoing your pants genius.”

“Uhm why?”

I undo his belt and his pant’s and drop his boxers to the floor too and take his cock in my hand and stroke and slowly start that pulling the blood into him. I look him in the eyes. “Remember me saying that I have this belief that good guys, decent guys should get rewarded for just being the good guy?”

“Y..Yeah..”

“Good, because I’m going to suck your cock.”

“What?”

Yeah he’s saying that as I’m wrapping my lips around the head.

“Oh Rikki…oh shit…you don’t have to do this…”

I stop and still holding on look up at him. “Are you saying that you want me to stop giving you a blowjob?”

“Uhm……………………..no?”

I smile at him and continue. Honestly I’m just winging it taking my cues from what I know from porn and stuff and honestly I wanted to know if I could do it and if I liked doing it. Some women do and some don’t. Me I’m not really opposed to it and besides as a sort of girl I’m missing breasts altogether really and I’m not curvy so I really think that I should learn all the things that I can and might have to do if I’m going to compete with regular or even enhanced or meta women.

Turns out that I do like it, there’s this rush of control there as much as submission and it’s not going to be for everyone. There’s that mixture of the two halves of the equation that hooks me. Being in control and being dominated at the same time.

It’s not something that I’ll be doing with every guy, unless I’m either really lucky or really picky and I only get close to guys like Jeff. It’ll be a major sort of intimate trust thing.

Maybe all sex should be about that too. Not love making but even just sex I think you should at least like them, respect them and trust them.

I’m doing it long enough he’s hard as I can assist him and I’ve been playing around touching on things with my powers. First I make that TK seal between my lips and Jeff’s cock and that increases the suction then I can suppress my gag reflex and soon adjust my position so that his pumps and thrusts are being deep throated and the last thing is something that I’ve been thinking of ever since I’d been playing around with the idea of sucking cock.

I use that power to blood flow connection and send TK mini streams of power inside of his cock like a sort of non existent catheter. And when I sense him reaching his bursting point I open the canal like a straw a bit and the rest of the energy I use to pull that hot liquid out of Jeff.

No pulsing spurts just one long and literally drawn out orgasm. And he’s buried deep as he can go inside my throat and he shakes…and cries out in this pleasure and pain and almost like anguish…I feel his body giving out and going rubbery and I turn us fast enough that he falls on his bed and I sink to my knees.

He’s panting almost to where he’s hyperventilating and drenched in sweat….and he’s still making noises…not even words just this feral man sort of whine. He had his fingers through my hair and now he’s just trying to recover and massaging my skull.

I saved a little bit to taste…actually not bad, not what I expected but not bad. It has a very umami thing to it.

I get up and slide onto the bed with him aching and sore. He looks at me still panting his eyes kind of wide and glassy.

“What the hell did you just do?”

“Gave you a blowjob.”

“I’ve had them before and they were nothing like this…I nearly had a stroke! I think I saw light…”

“I used my powers on you.”

“What!?”

“I pulled it all out as you were cumming.”

“You almost popped one of my testicles.”

“No…not even close…so you’re saying that you didn’t like it?”

“I don’t know Rikki; it wasn’t so much of an orgasm as a near death experience.”

“So you saw Jesus and he gave you a thumbs up?”

He starts laughing and it’s strangely off almost like younger or more free. He rolls over and he hugs me tight and spoons with me. “You’re nuts you know that?”

“I know, I’m good with that, made my peace with the flying spaghetti monster.”

He laughs again into my shoulder. “You make me feel things Rikki that I haven’t felt in…god what feels like forever…that, that was like loosing my virginity all over again.”

“Glad I could return the favor then.”

“No, I’m serious; I’ve never met anyone like you before…I’ve never dreamed a woman like you could even exist.”

“Jeff…”

“Sorry, I can’t help it…just can’t.”

I roll over to face him and kiss him. “Okay…just as long as you can take the bad with the good.”

I’m not sure how long I slept for after that snuggling into his arms and getting comfortable was a bit of a pain but once I did I drifted off into a deep sleep. It was actually having to pee that woke me up and Jeff was still out of it and I head off to his bathroom and do my business and take a shower and use some TK to keep water off of my wrist.

I snag the bag from under the bed and go out to the living room and start going through things and making some coffee at the same time. I take some and one of the take out menus he has and call in a delivery order a big one from this Korean place. I’ve heard of the food but all I know was they have this stuff called Kim chi and they do BBQ really well and I place a big order of stuff that sounds good on the menu.

I’m eating and counting things after paying the delivery guy and tipping him the change from a hundred so it was like a twenty buck tip. I like this shaved beef thing in black bean stuff that’s kind of BBQ like and there’s something like chow mien there too.

Jeff comes out sniffing and looks at the food and the coffee table. “Rikki? What’s that?”

“Korean food.”

“No, beside that.”

“Oh two hundred and thirty two thousand dollars.”

“……………………..”

“And a spiked mace.”

He blinks and blinks some more. He turns around and heads for the coffee. “And a spiked mace, of course there’s a spiked mace why would there be a spiked mace on my coffee table next to a quarter million dollars…”

It’s almost as funny as it was in the car as he pours himself a coffee and lightly bangs his forehead against the cupboard doors.

“C’mon Jeff grab some chopsticks and have a seat, it’s alright you’re just having a low blood sugar moment or something.”

I can’t help but give him a sunny smile as he’s glaring at me.

My Super Secret Life…Villain-10

Chapter 10

Jeff’s actually cute as he’s glaring at me and then the money and then the spiked mace. It’s actually a little bit funny even as he’s trying to turn over all of this in his head and I can almost see that trying to be a logical, reasonable, normal person about this.

He actually does come over after making me another cup of coffee and we sit and after a minute or too of quietness he says. “Pass the black bean beef please?”

I smile and pass him the container and we eat. It’s sort of strange well okay it’s got to be strange but eating some pretty good Korean food out of the cartons is still pretty different and cool to me. It could be that I’m not used to eating a meal with anyone except my cat but it’s only part of the equation though really.

“So what are you going to do with all the money?”

“Better gear…” I say around a mouthful of these really heavy noodles in a gravy sauce with chickeny bits.

“Better gear?”

“Yeah…I’m Rook now…full time I guess and there’s a lot I want to and need to do.”

“But why?”

“Because…well at first I wanted my place safe and my neighborhood safe for me to go around as Rikki and not get jumped and sexually assaulted and have to kick his ass and blow my cover. There was this gang thug who looked at my Rikki plainclothes identity like I was a piece of meat while I was on the bus and while I wasn’t really put off for real by his shit….”

I stuff my face some more and chew and he and I trade cartons. I swallow and wash it down with some black coffee. “…I noticed that there were people on the bus with me that were scared…really scared and this fucker was pulling this shit in daytime in the open because it’s a shitty place and the cops that are here don’t really give a fuck ‘cause their dirty or they’re fuck ups that got dumped out here.”

“But…”

“But people are starting to feel safer.”

“That’s not being a bad guy…er…girl Rikki.”

“You don’t know my methods Jeff…I don’t pull things or coddle them I want them hurt, really hurt and scared of coming into my neighborhood.”

“Still…”

“Whatever okay…it’s going to gear and that’s going to be specially made stuff and contraband and none of that’s going to be cheap.”

“So you’re using dirty money for your war?”

“Jeff, money comes from banks and governments it’s got blood on it even as it comes off the printing presses. Money is just money.”

“Okay…I’m not going to argue with a lady with a spiked mace.”

“Smart…see? I knew that you had to have brains to be a doctor.”

“Yeah well I might sound like a douchebag but is there anyway that on our trip down into Freaktown some of that might find it’s way to some of the black market med dealers?”

I sit forward and lean in and kiss him.

“I was already planning on that besides if you’re going to clinic folks while we’re down there we’ll likely be needing stuff there anyway.”

“I’ll take stuff too.”

“Yeah but from some of the stuff I’ve got at my place… (More food.)…a goodwill sort of thing.”

“I think I’ll need it.”

“We’ll both need it we’re well I’m normal looking and you’re a normal and there’s a lot of people down there that just might take exception to us even being there.”

“Shit…”

“No…no shit…but I know people and I’m going to put some word out for them to meet up with us and be our liaisons down there.”

“You sound like it’s a mission.”

“It’s Freaktown Jeff, mutant central the undercity and we’re new and new isn’t trusted in that life.”

“You know a lot about it.”

“I’m a mutant street kid Jeff, even if I’m not down there I know people that are. They come up here quite a bit trying to survive and to keep others alive.”

“I’ll admit that I’m nervous.”

“Me too, but I need to do this.”

“I’m worried for you.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s dangerous, Rikki everything you’re doing is dangerous.”

I look at him and the clock it’s actually just after suppertime since we crashed here in the morning. I take a drink of coffee. “I should go it’s getting late.”

“Stay, you need the sleep.”

“I have a cat.”

“Oh….then can I drive you…”

I look at Jeff and take a few more sips of coffee. Him not knowing where I live is protecting him…but my body and back half of my brain is…

“Just give me a second?” I get up and I get another cup of coffee from my kitchen and sip at it with my eyes closed. I’m not like formally trained but like I’ve told Jeff I’ve known a few mutants and well when you can do things there’s often shop talk of how to do stuff.

I’m trying something new…I know my place, I’ve sonar-tk’d it felt through the walls…it’s by rights sort of steeped in my mental energies. I’m reaching out into the image of my place and picturing the stuff there…using my Tk to sot of mirror the feelings…I feel the cat rub up on my leg!? Cool it’s working…I go carefully so I’m not breaking the flow to the cupboard where her food is a take out a can and open it. I set it out and refill her water dish. I can see too but it like my sonar-tk but fainter, harder to see but I think I did it.

I pull out and Jeff’s looking at me funny. “What?”

“You opened your eyes just a bit ago and they were fogged over and solid white.”

“Oh…okay…it must be something new.” I look at his place with my sonar-tk.

“There you’re doing it again.” He looks different, everything looks different grey and like a negative light photo, but it’s a lot clearer than it used to me. Maybe it gets better as I use it like a muscle or like your eyes adjusting.

“It’s my sight…I can see things like a bat sort of by using my power to feel things out around me.”

“So why do your eyes change?”

“I don’t know you’re the doctor?”

“Okay stop doing it and let me get a scope to see.”

“Okay…So that offer still stand?” I release the sight.

“Sure…but what about the cat?”

“Solved, I think.”

“Huh?”

“I did it remotely.”

“But we’re….”

“PSI remember it’s in our heads. I figured there’s enough of my psi-residue home that it was worth a shot.”

“So it worked?”

“I think so I felt her brush my leg.”

“Wow, that’s just…”

“Kinda cool?”

“Yeah…you do know what this means?”

“Uhm nope? I mean I get what it means to me but Jeff you’re a mystery to me sometimes.” I smile at him and go over and kiss him.

He kisses me back and sits me on the edge of the couch and takes the scope out. It’s a magnascope like a magnifying glass used to be but nowadays it’s electronic so there’s more levels of magnification. I have one with the headband that he should have as a doctor for my burglary work.
“Okay Rikki do it again.”

“Scientific curiosity?”

“Yes, the way meta bodies develop to adjust to the changes is amazing, we’re all human so the applications are just….”

“Just what?”

“We could unlock cures for so many diseases and disorders and really Meta-biology is the new forefront of the whole cutting edge medicine.”

“I thought that was the Vish.”

“The Vishanti are good, really good but they’re just cloners they use vat grown organs with a blank template they don’t last more that a dozen years tops unless you grow one from your own tissue then that cost is huge. All of their other medicines are bio-ware cybernetics and chip ware and bionics.”

I’m trying to hold still for him. “And the difference is?”

“What Metamedicine’s about is finding these off shoots of human biology and genetics and trying to unlock those things to cure these things in us from the inside.”

“Like?”

“Like your eyes, we might never get the whole gene-thing that unlocks psi-powers but this isn’t your eyes clouding over it’s a membrane under the surface of your regular eye. I’m not sure what’s going on. Here take a look.”

I let go the sonar-tk and lean on him and take a look. It’s all high end…”Hmm…”

“What?”

“It sorta looks like one of those high end motion detectors.”

“How so? I’m a doctor Rikki not a break and enter specialist.” He’s grinning.

I point. “See how the fibers there are like nerves making the web and all these feathery fronds are coming off of it? Well high end motion sensors use these types to feel vibrations hitting it through the air.”

“Oh…okay see, this is a great example of what I mean this could be a way to cure blindness.”

“Jeff visual basic implants don’t cost that much you can get them at the eye doctors.”

“Yes for several hundred dollars, Rikki this should be for free.”

“Yeah okay socialized medicine works for some stuff but the companies that make them need cash too.”

“But the government should subsidize these things.”

“Yeah they should do a lot of things but they don’t, there’s a safety net Jeff I know you get frustrated but you’re right there working at that bottom level.”

“Just dammit Rikki…there’s so much that they could pay for that they aren’t and just a district or two over they have it in their healthcare plans.”

I take his face in my hands and I kiss him. “Jeff it’s okay, we’ll do something about it.”

“We?”

“Yeah, look there’s stuff that I can get, stuff I can try to get so you can do your job.”

“Like?”

“Money for one.”

“Rikki…”

“No, you look Jeff why the hell should perfectly good resources get put into evidence by the police? A good amount of the time it goes missing anyways. I say we take the cash I’m getting and we put it to good use.”

“Won’t the cops be looking for the cash after Rook strikes?”

“Maybe, mostly the dirty ones. The criminals generally won’t say what’s missing or how much they had.”

“People are going to come after you.”

“People are already after me. Jeff trust me I know what I’m doing.”

“God help me…I think you do…”

“Yeah…” I kiss him. “Well the cat’s fed now how about you feed me.”

“We just ate…oh…” He says as my hand slips into the front of his pants.

“Oh…very much oh…”

I walk backwards with him into the bedroom and honestly I am horny…It’s such a wrong word for it but I’m really craving sex right now and it’s partly because I like and trust Jeff but honestly I think it’s my body too and my hormones. I’m catching up on lost time considering before I didn’t even really masturbate. I figure I’m about four years worth of sex behind for a street kid my age.

I walk Jeff back into his bedroom and when I get to his bed I sit and pull him out. Take him into my mouth. He moans of course and yes I’m slowly working my tricks on him pulling the blood to his cock more…

Well I’ve gone into what I’ve done like this before but I stop short of him getting off and settle for him being rock hard and I lay back on his bed and he takes over from there…I love it, really honestly it’s way better than I ever though it would be and I do use my power with myself too…call a bit better blood flow to my bits, hold my clitty a little more firmly up, get that seal between us going.

I’m loud…Not at first but those little things….every stroke he’s parting my insides, massaging me deeper than anything in a place that aches for more and more…and my clitty…every…and I means every stroke is hitting my g-spot…he can’t help but hit it.

I scream…I swear…I sweat and cry out things that you can well imagine…I rake at his back and even bite…I lose track of the times he makes me cum…I take top twice…keep us both recharged after we cum…and we have to stop because we’re too sore…my girly part hurts in a good way from cumming but also from too much blood making it too hard for too long.

I’m panting with Jeff on top of me and look at the clock…and hour and change…actually we’ve been screwing for that long…god it felt like all night…like hours.

I smile and move as he moves and we settle in to his bed and I fall into a heavy doze. Okay, it was nice I think the feeling of him putting an arm around me and pulling me close. The afterglow thing is pretty awesome and the sex was red hot. Overkill? Maybe, maybe me using my powers with us is over the top but maybe not. I kind of like being thing femme fatale at least with Jeff and if he’s having the best sex of his life from me than that’s actually cool.

Though part of me really kind of wants breasts…I think…they’d be in the way but…I can’t help but wonder.

I sleep the sound sleep of someone with no energy…but I guess the thing is about getting rested is your brain starts going through things. I don’t dream of Lucas or the stuff I did to the bastard…no when the dreams do start they’re of oil drums and the kids in those drums just dumped in the sewers. I wake up crying, thankfully not loud enough to wake Jeff but still I woke with that angry hurt feeling. You know the one where it’s right between crying over someone you cared about or something really sad and being outraged.

I wipe my eyes and slip out of the bed and head to Jeff’s bathroom and use his shower. I cry there…I lost a friend to that madman…pedophile…murderer. Who knows how many were there really I only got a rough count…it was too many.

I must have made enough noise…because the shower door opens and Jeff slips in and he pulls me into his arms and lets me cry…well he lets me hit him and try to fight crying first and then I don’t know it’s like a switch went off in my head or something but I’m crying and not just about that but like just about everything I have to cry about.

He carries me back to bed after the water gets cold and we go from him holding me to him making love to me… because… “Please Jeff…please I need to feel something good right now…something that makes this shitty life worth it…that’s you…”

And I kind of mean that. I’m not falling in love with him…no illusions there but he is someone I really trust and that’s not a small thing and he is the best man I know.

We’re still a bit tender I think but it was still great…even without using my powers. I lose myself on top of him rolling my hips, raising and lowering myself just right feeling the warmth of another living being inside of me. I love the sensations, the feeling of is shape, that heat, my body gripping him like it‘s made for it and really it‘s sort of biologically true…it’s actually erotic as hell when I think about it now and how I started off in life.

Can regular sex between het-people be even considered kink? Or am I just really into guys…or is it Jeff? Most guys I’m only slightly attracted to…but then again the same goes for women….I’m just going to let things happen this way…I don’t have the experience really to off set these thoughts. Though as once being sort of asexual? I can see where that’s a definite choice…maybe that’s why? I knew Jeff before my last mutational shift.

That’s gotta be it.

I’m hitting my peak and I’m riding Jeff being vocal in my cries of pleasure and calling out his name over and over, that… “I’m gonna cum again Jeff…Fuck me make me cum again!” He does and I love the fact he grips my hips hard and pushes into me over and over…but even better…he sat up as I was getting off and wrapped his arms around me and had his own strong orgasm…It was like in a movie or a story and getting held/hugged/crushed like that…sexy as hell.

Then there’s pounding on the door. “Jeff!, Jeff!, Jeff! Open the fucking door!”

I look at him, then do my sonar-tk… “Two women…well one’s a girl I thing by build.”

“Nancy…”

“Your ex-wife.”

“How’d?”

“I’ve gone through your stuff.”

“Rikki!…fuck…!” He gets up and looks at me. I get up and grab one of his shirts and slide it on…oh…there’s that smell and it feels…good naughty…special?

“What you honestly think I wouldn’t check your stuff out and you? Jeff I do what I do…hell regular females do that. At least I’m not lying to you about it.”

“No…shit…Yeah! I’m coming Nancy hold your horses.”

She replies with. “Oh the whole fucking floor knows that you fucking asshole!”

I grab the cash and the mace…stop look at Jeff and grin and mime a baseball swing. He grins and waves me to the bedroom I go in and stash it away using Tk to open the floor under his bed. I take a three grand out though stuff it in my jacket.

They’re fighting and his daughter? Is inside already on the couch watching TV she’s actually around my age. I smirk…yeah…I walk out of his room in just his shirt and over to him and where they’re fighting sort of more like her bitching him out for being with…

I smile and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m going to make coffee you want some?” Hug him and let the shirt ride up to show no panties, soft voice, open eyes, toss my already sex messy hair.

“Y..yeah…love some.”

“M’kay.” I try for that smile in my voice thing and sway into the kitchen and she looks like she’s going to blow a gasket. I make coffee in the perk and there’s not a lot in the house but I start some scrambled eggs and some frozen waffles.

I look over to his daughter who’s been sneaking glances over at me. There’s a lot of her mother there in body and build, great looking actually I like the EMO look she’s got going on too. Died hair brunette with some red and pink streaks, she’s got some freckles that are offset by a pair of glasses. Nose stud, some other piercings nothing getting too severe. Grey hoodies, halter top, nice lace bra I suppose to show the shock you sexy stuff and short skirt, black torn hose, sneakers.

“Holly right? You want some coffee? A waffle?”

She blinks at me. “You know my name?”

“Yeah, Jeff’s mentioned you?”

“He did?”

“Yeah well I asked?”

“Why?”

“Pictures.”

“How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“You know how old my dad is right?”

“Thirties to sixties it’s hard to tell nowadays.”

She’s quieted down at that and she’s thinking. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’d like a coffee.”

“How do you like it?”

“Black with three sugars……uhm…please….”

“Rikki.”

“Huh?”

“My name’s Rikki.”

“Oh…okay, I’m uhm…Holly…oh yeah you already know that.”

“Yeah.” I smile but notice some bags. “You’re staying awhile?”

“Yeah, Mom’s gotta go out of town to a convention so…”

“She’s pissed.”

“You’re fucking my Dad.”

“I suppose, she thinks since their not together he should be a monk?”

“I dunno, just Mom keeps bitching about Dad being a nobody and that she wasted ten years with him.”

“He’s a good doctor in a part of the city that needs good doctors.”

“I know, I get that I mean I’ve seen his clinic place and the shithole area around it.”

“Hey…I live in the Brickyards Holly, desperate and poor people aren’t shitty it’s the ones there taking advantage that are.”

“Sorry it just, I didn’t mean it to sound like that but It’s like the hood.”

I focus some Tk on the coffee maker and make a mental micro fine filter and pull the coffee water through it. I do this at home and it’ a better coffee and taking out some of those really fine fibers can smooth out the flavors. I hate getting a coffee that’s supposed to be a decent coffee and it tastes too acidic or worse like the scorched the beans.

I’m using the perk because he’s out of the cartridge pack coffee’s for his other one. I make three mugs of coffee and take Holly hers and then Jeff his and He’s looking…oh…I kiss his cheek after I take a sip of his mug before giving it to him.

“Jeff, it’s cool we can do the Sunday clinic later I’ll just use this Sunday as a prep for then.”

He relaxes but still looks like this is the last thing he planned.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Rikki, A friend of Jeff’s.”

“Girlfriend?”

“I’m a girl but I’m more his friend than anything.”

“Yeah it sure sounded like it.”

I shrug. “Well you’re his ex, you know how great in bed he is.”

“He wasn’t that good in bed…”

“Oh, well I suppose…”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means, you traded off from a great guy for the promise of marrying a doctor for the cash and lifestyle and not the caring decent man he is.”

She goes to slap me. I catch her wrist and step out into the hall and shove her against the wall hard.

“Rikki…” Jeff’s startled and I ignore him. Nancy’s on my mind.

“You little…”

“No, I’ve got a really good idea about you and the kind of all about me person you are. I’m not some suburban little no nothing Nance, I can smell fake like shit in a shoebox. You know Jeff’s a good guy, you know it because there’s a small part of you that knows he’s doing the right thing in doing his work down here. I’m saying a small part because the rest of you is a selfish greedy scunt and in revenge for not giving you a great high society life you’re milking him dry to support your shitty lifestyle.”

“How dare…”

“No bitch how dare you, you come here to demand he take Holly while you have better things to do? And what are you doing? You’re bad mouthing him every chance you get.”

“This isn’t your business.”

I bounce her off the hallway wall again not too hard but enough to shut her up. “I’m his friend, of course it’s my business. You might remember that and what it means if you ever really were his friend…I’m going to tell you this okay? You ever bad mouth Jeff in front of his daughter and I hear you I will beat the shit out of you.”

“I’ll have you up for assault…”

“Good than I’ll make sure I get every drop of value out of my charges.”

She swallows.

Yeah…

She’s looking at me, then Jeff, then into the apartment. Deciding, deciding, she pushes me away and I let her. She stalks away down the hall a few feet before turning. “Nice fucking hooker you’ve brought home Jeff, fucking loser.”

Jeff goes and grabs me because I was going to punch her in the face. He pulls me back and inside and closes the door.

“Damn Rikki you really pissed her off.”

“I honestly don’t care. I don’t know her and yet I don’t like her.”

“She’s my ex.”

“Yeah, and you two have a daughter together, she should give you enough respect that no mater her personal feelings she’s not going to bad mouth you in front of her.”

He’s giving me this strange look. “I know…but…no one I’ve ever been with’s actually ever stood up for me before.”

“Jeff, you’re a great guy. An actual good guy in a sea of not so good.”

“Rikki…I’m not all that…”

“Jeff, you’re a good guy…I know assholes, and if you were an asshole then I wouldn’t suck your dick.”

“Rikki!!!” He turns several shades of red.

Holly spit takes her coffee.

I grin and go to the kitchen and get my coffee and take a bite of the chocolate chip toaster waffle.

They’re both blushing and I can see the resemblance between the two. I eat and chew. Yeah, this trip I’ll just go myself…get things lined up and settled in getting Jeff down there with me. Plus if I do my shopping down there now, I can watch over him better when we’re down there.

Besides he really needs more time with Holly…there’s this space between them like they don’t get to see each other too much.

It’s still sort of fun to watch him trying to recover from me saying that in front of his daughter.

My Super Secret Life…Villain-11

Chapter 11

Jeff’s sort of recovering and Holly is shocked and wiping her coffee off the table and her face but she’s got this look there too that is all OMG this might be interesting going on.

“Rikki, my daughter’s right fricking here y’know.”

“So, it’s not like she’s got virgin ears I’d say since she’s not that freaked out and I think she’s old enough to get that two consenting people can and do have oral sex.”

“Rikki!”

I walk over and kiss him smiling. “Besides I said that I wouldn’t be doing that with you if you were an asshole. I think it’s a good thing that she knows that you’re not an asshole.”

Jeff’s blushing like crazy.

“Yeah uhm…It’s ah…just…”

“Oh chill, come on and let’s go get a shower and Holly can unpack and then we can go out?”

“Out?”

“We can go out someplace for breakfast and then we can go shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Yes shopping if I’m stopping by and Holly’s living here you really need to have stuff in the house for groceries.”

“Groceries.”

“The pantry is bare mon frá¨re.”

He looks at Holly who’s getting up and getting her bags. “I could eat, and dad she’s right you never have anything in the house.”

“I’m never home.”

“You’re also pretty broke half the time dad.”

“I’m not I just run things a little close for the clinic.”

“Uh-huh.”

I grin. “Well then it’s a good thing that he’s dating a financially independent girl then.”

“Rikki…no.”

“Holly can we have a minute?”

“Uhm…sure,. I’ll go unpack.”

She leaves and I kiss him again. “We’re going shopping.”

“Rikki I’m not sure that I’m good with you paying for things.”

“Look one, don’t be an ass you are breaking yourself between the rent here for a place that Holly can come over and stay at, you’re likely paying her mom way too much for the privilege of her stomping a mud hole into your heart and then if that’s not enough you’re spending your own money on the clinic.”

“But the money came from…”

I kiss him. “The money came from a murdering child molesting piece of crap Jeff and I think it’s karmically fucking perfect that I get to use some of the cash he had squirreled away to buy a kid from a snatcher to help a boyfriend and a good guy make ends fucking meet.”

He’s blinking at me and I know he’s trying to choose.

“Jeff, let me do this. You won’t have to worry about stuff for Holly or worry about taking cash from the clinic those are both good things. And your daughter can see that someone thinks her dad is a damned worthwhile guy.”

“You’re being very persuasive.”

“I’ve got one more.”

“Oh…?”

“This will get back to your ex and she will fucking hate that.”

“Okay…okay you convinced me.” He says it laughing but he pulls me into his arms and he hugs me really tight.

That’s…its scary because kissing and sex is one thing but to be hugged tight like you’re important to someone? I’ll admit it’s kind of scary in things could get serious like but at the same time it feels good to get hugged and held like this.

“Alright then we’ll head out and get some breakfast first and then we’ll go get stuff.”

“Uhm…where for both?”

“Local…I always like to drop cash locally because it helps the neighborhood. The big chain places get enough cash from people.”

“Okay…” I like the smile that’s there in his voice.

I slip into the bedroom and start getting changed and use my boots and my army pants because there are girls that use them and I borrow one of Jeff’s t-shirts with his university logo on it and it’s baggy big on me in that I’m wearing his shirt kind of way. I don’t have a bra or my gel forms with me but I don’t care. Well I do care but I’m flat…I’ll just deal with it and make myself look better in other ways.

Mostly my hair…I don’t have any make up either so I’m not going to bother wearing any instead I look through Jeff’s computer and find a sexy tumbly hairstyle that’d look good on my and make up for the other stuff. A little applied Tk manipulation in the bathroom behind a locked door and I think that I actually look pretty good. Combat boots just loosely laced…black fatigue pants and Jeff’s t-shirt which is green with yellow letters saying Avalon University on it and my long dark hair all loose in a sexy model style.

Girl next door meets sexy military chick?

I head out of the bathroom and Jeff’s getting dressed himself and he stops and he looks at me. “Wow…”

“So good enough to go out in?”

“Definitely.”

“Thank you.”

We meet Holly in the living room and she’s dressed in calf length jeans and a red halter top that looks damned good on her and she’s got a nice tan too that set’s off her look. Jeff’s looking at her and I can tell he’s doing the dad thing and I grin. “Hey you look great you ready to go?”

“Sure can we go to Elliot’s for breakfast?”

“Sure I have no idea where or what that is but I’m game….Jeff.”

“You’ll like it Rikki it’s a decent diner.”

“I like diner food.”

We get in the car and the diner is only a few miles away and it took awhile to get a parking space and a table it’s that busy. It’s one of those big diners you see here in this side of town that’s built into a big brick building and takes up like most of the ground floor.

I think this is a popular spot just from the amount of people here and the fact that we have to wait to get a booth.

I’m pretty simple when it comes to my food but I try something different a southie? It’s a plate with two slices of bone in ham and two sausages and there a bowl of what they call grits? On the plate along with fried green tomatoes under a sunny side up egg and a bowl on the side of something called red eye gravy.

I like it all but the grits really surprised me. I was kind of expecting porridge and well it’s not…they were kind of savory like cooked in broth or something and came with a nice pat of butter on top.

I have that and a extra large glass of milk and Holly is having something called corned beef hash and it smells different and looks like a mess but she ordered the small and she’s staring at me as I mow through my breakfast.

“Aren’t you scared of getting fat?”

“I wish, I need some more curve and hopefully the milk might give my boobs the idea to like maybe grow.”

Holly laughs and Jeff’s just rolling his eyes and I can tell he’s trying not to comment on my meta physiology. I smile at him and tease him a little with it and I get up and go and pay for our breakfasts and I know he’s blushing and sort of embarrassed about it.

We get in the car and we head to a place called Guthrie Street and it’s a sort of a mall but not it’s a block that’s a parking lot but all the blocks that surround the parking lot are these small mom and pop stores that banded together in a co-op. I like the idea maybe I can slap together enough funding for something like this in sleepy Hollow and close by.

Jeff’s parking the car and I look at Holly. “Here.” And I give her fifty bucks.

“What!? Holy crap why?”

“We’re going shopping and I’m flush. Besides this can be for you to buy stuff that You want to get for you and maybe even some stuff that you need that you don’t really want your dad knowing about.”

“Are you trying to buy me off?”

“Are you for sale?”

“No!”

“Didn’t think so. Look I’m you dad’s new girlfriend and you’re his daughter lets just leave it at that and the cash is just exactly what I said it was for.”

“But…”

“If I was your dad’s age would it make it easier?”

“Maybe, I don’t know?”

“Does your mom do this for you?”

“No…hell no I want something I have to get a part time job or something.”

“Not even allowance?”

“Nope.”

“Uh-huh and Jeff’s support cheques?”

“Mom says they pay the bills and the house and stuff.”

“Maybe but that’s what’s alimony and stuff is for child support or at least some of it is supposed to actually go you way.”

“Really?”

“Not legally and she’s paying for your clothes and stuff out of it all but really…”

“Okay but you’re not buying me off…this is just you being Dad’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah…we good?”

“Yeah…and Rikki?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for actually treating me like I’m me and not dad’s add on in your guy’s relationship.”

“Hey, thanks for not freaking out about me being with your dad given you and I are the same age.”

“Hey, I get it guys like younger girls and younger girls like older guys if they’re like decent and stuff.”

“Jeff’s decent. I kind of lived like a monk or well like a nun for awhile and I kinda came to the conclusion that hot and hung are good but they don’t mean that they’re good guys. If I’m going to have sex with a guy then really I’d like that to be a guy that I like and respect.”

“What about the really sexy smoking ones though?”

“Hey I’m only human right? There a couple of famous types like movie stars and stuff I’m not sure I’d say no to if they weren’t like complete assholes.”

We both say “Yeah…” at the same time and laugh together Jeff’s caught up to us by this point and he automatically turns beet red. Which makes us laugh again.

I won’t really go into the shopping for stuff bit it’s getting groceries and he was really out of stuff and stuff to cook with. Not like baking or anything but like boxed mac & cheese, or rice and packets of noodles and dried pasta and frozen veggies, potatoes and onions. It turns out that Holly can cook and bake so we’re getting the stuff we need.

Buying pre-made stuff’s okay I’m not a health nut but it’s expensive in the end and yeah I’m paying but long-term this is supposed to save Jeff some money and get things more…like he’s got it together more.

I do splurge on some stuff. I get some pre-frozen just bake stuff like some garlic bread, and biscuits and bunch of the in a tube stuff more or less but hey hot biscuits and stuff in the morning is hot biscuits in the morning.

I get him some good coffee and extras of that and while I’m at it I get a good coffee mug for me and one for Holly.

Meat is another thing I spurge on. I like meat and while I don’t eat a lot of it I am getting good cuts while I can afford it. Some ground meats like mostly hamburger but turkey is really good and so is ground lamb too. I get some really think but good steaks and pork chops and a lot of stuff because he’s busy for sandwiches.

I make a deal with the managers of the two butcher shops and the deli we’d gone to and I work out a deal for all the bones and all the scraps they have at a discount. They’re not bound by the whole we might get sued corporate we can’t give things away bullshit.

I make it worth their while and tell them that I’ll take a couple of cases of hotdogs and sausages…the deli guy I ask for all of his tail ends from his cuttings.

Yeah I’m getting things ready.

Holly and I stop at some of the little boutique stores and she’s mostly shopping but the very first thing I did was get a bra and panty set I liked and some gel inserts and change into them and feel image better after that I guess.

We buy little things and I’m getting a girl’s sense of things in a way just by hanging around her and stuff.

I see some things that I want too and buy them she does look at my cash but doesn’t say anything but takes me to a store where I can get a wallet and a purse. I guess I need one but at the same time I’m so not used to carrying one around.

I get a notepad too and I write down the stuff I see that I want for my place that I can buy in my neighborhood.

I do get some time to slip away and use a payphone to call a voicemail box and leave a message with what is supposed to be the number for the Mutant underground and leave a message for Sheppard and Link that rook is looking for a meeting and I give them the number for a disposable cell-phone I had bought while getting make up with Holly.

Stuff sort of is going to take getting used to. I can feel it on my face but I’m also cheating and feeding it a Tk energy seal so none of it will smudge. I’m not going to worry about it after that.

It doesn’t take that long to go through three grand with some clothes, purses, make-up, and a lot of groceries and house cleaning stuff but also a few other things. Like covers for the couches, some new blankets and sheets for both beds and a nice big rug for his living room and some nice pictures that we found pretty cheap for his walls.

“Holly how about you and your dad go get us a pizza while I put things away.”

“Uhm okay.”

I give Jeff some cash. “Rikki…”

“Just go and take your time there’s some stuff I Need to do…”

I stare at him until he clues in. “Uhm sure okay how about we rent some movies too?”

“Sounds good.”

He leaves and I do have to get my Rook stuff fixed and stuff so I start working on that using a sewing kit I bought and a bunch of other things too and get a good start on the new look and my idea but pack it away and put it over top of the money and the spiked mace in a large leather gym bag with a padlock that I hook through the zipper and then I flush the keys. I can Tk pop the lock at will pretty much so it’s safer this way.

That done I flex my powers and I use my Tk to actually do the housework…I can send waves of cleaning products over things and put away groceries and make beds and doo all of these little tasks as long as I can see or feel or focus on them and do it a lot faster than three or even four people could doing the same thing.

I’m nearly done and switch over to putting the last of things in the cupboards by hand when Jeff and Holly come in and they stop and smell and look all around.

“Wow…” Holly is definitely surprised.

“Yeah…wow…” Jeff adds.

I smile. “Hey it’s just someone actually taking the time guys it’s nothing special and it’s the stuff we got today that’s made the difference.”

Jeff comes in and he hugs me around the waist while Holly is looking around for stuff. “Rikki this is really above and beyond y’know.”

“I know but people getting what’s coming to them is what I’m all about Jeff.”

He smirks a bit and shakes his head and kisses me pretty deeply. I enjoy it but yeah pretty serious stuff really.

We get the pizza and we’re watching a movie that Holly had picked out that actually was…well it’s a urban love story kind of thing about a rich kid on the streets who becomes this champion hoverboarder after getting kicked out for not following the greedy parents wishes.

It’s not bad but kind of predictable and we’re just setting up the next video when my disposable phone rings.

I get up and take it out in the hall. “Hello?”

“Rook?” The voice is light and girl toned.

“Link?”

A giggle. “So you figured it out huh?”

“It took awhile but yeah.”

“So you wanted to talk to me?”

“Definitely but I need an intro to the township.”

“Okay but you pass…why?”

“Shopping trip for goods that I can’t get here.”

“Okay…and what’s in it for the underground? Sorry but I gotta ask.”

“If you have wheels and hands I’ve got supplies to bring down.”

“Supplies? For us?”

“Yeah if I’m going to back someone down there I’ll start with the Underground and the Railroad.”

“We can use anything and everything that you can bring us.”

“Okay you can meet me and have a ride?”

“Sure, not a problem.”

“Link…”

“Yes?”

“We like me and you we really need to talk.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Rook I’m not just called Link as a play on words…we had a reaction.”

“I know, trust me I know.”

“We’ll talk more about it once we’re together again okay?”

“Yeah that’d be best. Tonight midnight?”

“Sure where?”

I give her an address of an empty lot near my place and hand up and head back inside and go and get my bag. Jeff and Holly are looking at me. “Work?” he asks.

I nod. “I just got the call I have to go and get ready and stuff.”

“I’ll drive you?”

“No I got this.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

I go over and I give Holly a hug. “This was cool I want to hang out with you some more okay?”

“Sure, me too.”

I go over to Jeff and crawl onto his lap straddling him and I give him a long deep sweet kiss over and over. “Later Doc, I’ll see you when I see you okay?”

“Okay…be careful…please.”

“I’m always careful.” He rolls his eyes and I grin and snag a last piece of pizza before heading out and calling a cab.

I got to the shops from the shopping trip and I take out some extra cash and I pay them for the stuff. Actually one of the butchers looks at me and the stuff. “You’re feeding people with this stuff right?”

“Yeah it’s sort of a good karma charity thing.”

“Here then.”

He takes me to one of the walk in freezers and he gives me all these frozen organ meats that he has left over from butchering like livers and gizzards and sweet breads all this stuff a lot of people don’t eat. He throws in several containers of dried herbs and powdered soup mixes too.

“On the house.”

“But you could sell this.”

“Naw only certain customers come in for this stuff I really just need the room more than the stuff. This can be made into a lot of stuff to feed a lot of people…soups are good and you can stretch soup a long ways and the livers mix in some fats and some onion and if they’re not fussy that can go a long way as a spread.”

I nod it’s like a protein rationing thing. “This is really appreciated sir.”

“Marco and I grew up in the shadow colonies out near the SSB I know poor; I’m doing well enough to get by.”

“I’ll be back to buy more stuff for sure.”

“Good.”

I leave and I get the cabby to stop at the other places and it’s full even the back seats by the time that I’m done. I get the stuff and me dropped off at my place and screw it when I’m done here I’m going to start over and move. I need a better spot and I need a drop off place for these things.

Hell I need a ride too.

The list just keeps getting bigger and I pay him and tip him a fifty for him waiting and helping me carry everything in.

Once he’s gone I get into my repaired Rook’s gear and arm myself up…my mace I use my Tk to stick it to my back like a clip and keep the field steady. Okay that works. The cat’s eager to see me and gives me loads of kitty affection and she follows me around as I gather the stuff from my closets.

Bottled water cases, canned soups, military surplus MRE’s, vitamins, medicines, bandages and other light medical supplies. The antibiotics and over the counter stuff all of it that I have in storage I and taking and putting downstairs.

I’m drinking some water and just having gotten finished when I see the damned bus they had before but working now and I see Link and Sheppard as well as a few other mutants I black furred Ikeda with leathers and knives and a girl that looks like a salamander skin wise with the patterns and a sort of oriental look and several in cammo done up like guerrilla fighters one of them in urban cammo has grey skin.

Link comes out and she looks like she did last time. Blonde with the stocking cap and the army jacket and the cammo skirt and black leggings…pointed ears and short and cute…I can’t help but stare at her chest because she’s wearing a leather corset deal that holds and yet pushes her breasts up really nicely.

Dammit I feel her pull already.

It’s got to be a meta ability or something.

“Hey…”

“Hey…the stuff’s in here.”

I lead them to the doors and the front hall and they’re actually thankful and sort of excited.

Sheppard offers his hand. “This is a big help Rook you don’t know how big.”

“Good, because I need introductions and to meet some of the fixers down in the township, this is a bribe.”

“It’s a bribe that I’ll take. I’ll make sure that you get hooked up.”

“Good, I’ve also got a doctor in the pipe.”

“What?”

“I know a doctor who’s willing to come with me to township and help out for free.”

“He’s okay with being blindfolded and stuff?”

“Yeah he’s a good guy.”

“So are you.”

“No…I told you I’m bribing you. Just because I’m good to some people doesn’t make me one of the white hats.”

He nods. “Fine by me…but this is a huge help.”

We get the bus loaded and there’s actually not a lot of room by the time we’re done. I’ll need to re-stock and stuff but I’ll do that once I’m resettled.

Link nudges me. “C’mon we’ll talk in the back of the bus.”

“Good…” I follow her and I’m still feeling this pull to her…I even find myself watching her sway as she heads to the back seats.

I need to know what the heck she did to me and also to find out if she’s using her powers on me now.

I sit and she looks at me…”Kiss me.” She asks…

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.

My Super Secret Life…Villain-13.

Chapter 13

This isn’t like the parts we passed through The Fringes, no this is Freaktown 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 its 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.

Shepherd waves at a few people quite noticeably and there’s some nods but some others are looking at us questioningly.

Then he’s talking at them in some language that I’ve never heard before and there’s nods and some waves to him likely more than us.

I look at Link. “So what the heck is that all about?”

“He’s just saying that we’re okay and that you brought the goods with us.”

“Oh alright but what was he speaking?”

“N’yai.”

N’yai are very close to humans almost to the point of being like this galactic human sort of hybrid. Humans and N’yai can mate and bear children and they’re the really big deal race but not at the same time. N’yai are like traders, gypsies with no planet and no homes other than the drift colonies that the live in and their ships.

They’re a big deal because one they are the first race humanity met when we really took our first steps into the galaxy and they took us under their wings so to speak and were very good to humanity while we were out here…still are but they’re know to be good to almost anyone.

Two…they’re everywhere…all over the galaxy as far as we know.

“Oh, so is that hard to learn?”

“You’ll pick it up it’s sort of the common down here.”

“I’ll have to then.”

She’s nodding and she’s smiling as we follow Shepherd and there are other people coming to meet us from a couple of different landings some are in leftover military surplus clothes and some are dressed pretty street and a couple are in robes and one of them is staring at me and there’s this odd tickle that they’re there sort of like how I feel things out with my TK powers but different.

I feel this nudge feeling in my…hold out a hand and roll a marble out of my sleeve at her. “Trying to get into my head isn’t polite.”

She says something in N’yai.

I hover my marble and people are looking tense and there’s some weapons being readied mostly at me.

“Link…you’d better start translating.”

Shepherd snarls and snaps at the woman who’s staring me down and says something to her then says out loud. “It was fucking rude; Serina speaks perfectly good English Rook.”

“Oh well then since you said something I don’t need to get into her head using my powers.”

She’s looking at me and does this nose in the air thing and she floats off like she’s on a hover board and she might be under the robes I’m not impressed.

“Why the fuck did that just happen?”

I’m pissed and have a good mind to get more pissed. I shoot some nasty looks at the ones still “guarding me.” Yeah you want to do that boys.

Shepherd looks at me. “Serina is part of The Guard she was trying to scan you for intent but she’s not supposed to do that without asking first.”

Link snorts. “She’s a Luminari she thinks her shit doesn’t stink.”

“What the hell is a Luminari?”

She’s looking at where she went. “Old mutant house with very strong bloodlines and psi powers they’re one of the founding houses…families that set up Freaktown back in the old days.”

“Oh…spoiled rich cunt.” I really, really don’t like her.

Huh…that didn’t feel so bad saying, well for one she sure seems like one and for two if you have one of your own it sure makes a difference.

There’s some looks from me saying it but I stand my ground with them until this green guy looks at me.

I mean it green, with green hair and light green skin and he’s in a green hoody that’s too big for him since he’s kind of small and he’s got vines little ones growing out from his hair. “I apologize for Serina she was trying to push your buttons, there are those of the old lines that are insecure when someone comes in making a name for themselves already.”

“A name?”

“Rook…a brave mutant girl that saved several of our people from the purists and used her powers to get them and their charges to safety…Rook…a brave mutant girl that had fought and brought justice to our dead and those left untouched by the laws of the normals up above…And now this the supplies that you’ve brought…these are very good deeds.”

I cross my arms and my cloak and slip my marble away. “Okay look…those jerks are on my turf and they didn’t respect that so they paid the consequences. Two…that fucker deserved what he had coming and he was a threat to MY area…then I found out he killed a friend of mine so that, that was revenge. And this, this is charity only insofar as it’s gotten me here and some consideration with me buying stuff here that I can’t get anywhere else.”

I look at them all. “I am not a good person, so don’t make it look like I am.”

I’m not…

Green guy's giving me that look like uh-huh and that I’m a child and he’s the adult. I give him a deeper scowl. He just nods and puts that face away looking neutral. He extends a hand to me. “I’m Oak.”

“Oak…Rook so are we good they can all chill out?”

He nods and the guards there seem to relax. “Come we should talk about the things that you need and that we need.”

“You need?”

“You seem good at procuring things.”

“We can do business.”

“We’re poor here Rook we don’t have a whole lot to offer.”

“I know, I’ve seen but the thing is Oak you don’t know what I value.”

I’ll skip over the really boring details that we got through except he made us tea while Shepherd went over and through all of my stuff I brought in and it was pretty decent stuff for tea.

Links there making comments too in the conversation on some of the people that I’ll be needing to see for the thinks that I want to get or have made.

They need everything here…

Underground, refugees and not really able to get stuff like people can do everyday up top.

Looks like link is not just going to be putting me up but she’s going to be my guide too.

That saves a lot of bother and I’ll be staying here at Grand central so that’s a lot easier.

I look at Oak.

“I’ll help as I can, when I can but there are things that I want, that I need.”

“As I said we don’t have much.”

“Teachers, you have teachers and I need to learn things about fighting and other things, you have other meta’s here and I can learn from there and I can get anonymity here in a way I can’t get up there.”

He nods.

“Oak?”

He gives me an eyebrow.

“No promises but I might be able to get a doctor down here but he’ll need to be safe, no locking him up down here and keeping him.”

He nods. He doesn’t dispute the thing I just mentioned, there have been members of things down here that thought it was perfectly fine to kidnap people with certain skills and keep them here.

That has done wonders for the whole mutants will kidnap your babies and raise them as freaks thing.

“I’ll keep it quiet but have Shepherd start making preparations just in case.”

“Okay good, we done here?”

“I think we are and thank you for the donations they’re a huge help.”

We actually shake hands and Link and I leave and we start walking to her place. I see Serina and some other’s on this sort of metal welded patio floating in the air and she and them are looking at me and well she’s doing her best to actually look down on me from up there as they’re having some kind of card game and having drinks.

I can’t believe it, even here.

Actually I can believe it there are douchebags everywhere. “And here I though that I missed high school.”

Link looks at me. “What?”

I nod at them. “Look it’s the cheer squad and the jocks from mutant valley high.”

She’s looking up and she giggles. “Shit you’re right!”

Oh Serina looks less than pleased that Link is laughing and she stare at her hard and then at me.

I project out to her. ~Look Serina, you think I’m someone you want to watch because I’ll be someone? I don’t want to be someone just myself. But you get in my way I will do thinks that you and all your little entourage will regret, stay away from me and we’ll be fine.~

We’re staring at each other…she’s ignoring her entourage and not willing to break the staring until I focus and focus on her eyes and I can feel that almost psi-touchy thing of this intensity coming off of her.

She’s not trying to read me but it’s more like I can feel her focus on me.

I…was going for that a little motive hidden in why I’m so focused on her eyes…I do a telekinetic brush of her lashes.

She twitches and flinches and rubs her eyes.

Then the glare when she realizes I got past her.

~You blinked. ~

“C’mon Link I’m done here. I never was one for playing with Barbies.”

“Oh…that’s a gang down here y’know.”

We’re walking and that, that made me laugh.

My Super Secret Life…Villain-14.

Chapter 14

Previously…………

We’re staring at each other…she’s ignoring her entourage and not willing to break the staring until I focus and focus on her eyes and I can feel that almost psi-touchy thing of this intensity coming off of her.

She’s not trying to read me but it’s more like I can feel her focus on me.

I…was going for that a little motive hidden in why I’m so focused on her eyes…I do a telekinetic brush of her lashes.

She twitches and flinches and rubs her eyes.

Then the glare when she realizes I got past her.

~You blinked. ~

“C’mon Link I’m done here. I never was one for playing with Barbies.”

“Oh…that’s a gang down here y’know.”

We’re walking and that, that made me laugh.

*And Now…………

Link and I move along through and out of the sort of big yard that’s past the main walls of the place and the inside sort of area that is Grand Central Station is this kind of a walled or blocked off set of tenements that are built mostly of cargo boxes and storage containers. There’s stuff stacked in place and held together by homemade stairs and catwalks and pipes that as far as I can tell carry plumbing to some places.

We hear toward one that has a lot of planters and greenery and start climbing the stairs. The place is sort of semi lit by strands of white and green and blue Christmas lights and apparently that’s enough close light for the plants to grow here and from the smells it’s herbs and some easy veggies like lettuces and stuff?

“There’s plants here?”

“Fae block there’s some here with the ability to feed them with meta energy but not enough to really feed the population here though we’re trying farming.”

“Too many mouths?”

“Yeah and not enough people helping out.”

“So, you trade these plant’s here then?”

“Yeah and each person’s plot in front of their place is private so it’s good manners to not touch or take things.”

“So are all the people here like you?”

“No but yes there’s a sort of common deal with us so we sort of stick together it helps.”

“Helps.”

“There’s some down here that being a “Cutie.” Is almost offensive too.”

“Cutie?”

“Normal or good looking person meta or not.”

“Oh….so the fae?”

“Tend to be “cuties” though don’t say the word too much it’s still considered a bad word here in reference to being a mutant.”

“So classes and all the bullshit from upstairs?’

“Oh yeah just because people are mutants it doesn’t mean they’re not just a effed up as people are upstairs.”

“Got it, I’ll try and watch myself.”

She smiles and it’s sort of scenic and it’s sort of not too we’re climbing up pretty high like all the way to the top floors or the top of this stack fort and I can look out and see other places like this but outside of grand Central station is a cobbled together post apocalyptic looking shanty town or rather city with three or four more blocks or forts like this that I can make out.

There’s about twenty some stories to this thing that we’re on and we stop at about the sixteenth it’s a messed up view but still kind of a killer one.

Link is opening the sliding cargo door and she does that are sweeping thing. “Welcome to my home Rook.” She’s actually seeming a bit nervous like she doesn’t bring a lot of people here or maybe that I live on the surface and this is a sort of a shanty kind of place.

I go inside and it’s actually not bad really. She has two car/boxes joined together with the sliding doors on the far side of this one removed and the one closest on the other side removed too making an archway between her and the next car like tow big separate rooms.

This room is covered in that peel and stick flooring they sort of call cushion flooring. The stuff looks like cobbles on the floor here and there’s some that look like grey granite flooring but she’s done these squares of it that are surrounded but another kind that looks like bathroom tile but like an Arabic kind.

On my left hand side the whole end of the car is one of those sectional couches that must have seen better days since it’s covered in blankets and in the space at the end of the L-shape she has a metal set of shelves with some books a cheap looking stereo and a radio like one of those CB ones and there’s a TV and a videogame console.

An industrial wire spool as a coffee table or well her only table and some battery powered lamps and spaces and things for lots of candles which she has and some oil lamps on the walls.

The other side is this little galley kitchen that’s like a hot plate and toaster oven along with a mini fridge…rationed power I see only one electrical out let in here.

“Just the one outlet?”

“Yeah sorry it’s all I rate.”

“Rate?”

“Perks of being part of the Railroad.”

“Oh, so what about everyone else?”

“You have to pay, and the money goes to keeping things running.”

“So there’s normal jobs and stuff down here then.”

“Yeah, though stuff being harder to come by makes it expensive and then there’s the rich people.”

She’s making her energy arrow like I’d seen her do with the bow but she’s holding it by the flights and she’s using it wand like to light some of the candles. I close the sliding door behind me and look until I see the latch. “Rich?”

“Rich…some of the mutants here have powers that they literally sell off to the highest bidder.”

“Oh?’

“Yeah…” Link doesn’t sound happy and she’s got this face on as she’s lighting some more of the candles.

“Like?”

“The houses of Tesla and Watt’s are electrical mutant houses, they use their powers to help power the grid for us and the charge a lot of money for that and have been doing it so long they’ve gotten territory out of it and they charge high fee’s for living in their places.”

“People deserve to eat Link.” I’m taking stuff off getting down to the whole normal clothing level at least.

“Oh I know and I know there’s nothing wrong with that but when you use gifts for becoming rich social douchebags then I have a problem with you. And it’s not just them it’s a lot of the ones with healing talents or powers like that there’s this hierarchy that doesn’t belong here that’s been entrenched way too long.”

“So it’s the way of the world, you expect powers to change people in not being asses? It won’t it’ll never get to that point you’ll still have asses everywhere.”

She sighs. “I know, I really do it’s just I don’t like seeing injustices happening Rook. That’s why I joined The Underground.”

“And that’s doing something about it Link. It is every one you guys help and save is one more person or action closer to a better world.”

She’s looking at me. “I thought that you didn’t believe in that kind of stuff?’

“Of course I do but I’m with these houses in a way if you had the power then you should make the rules.”

“Yes but you wouldn’t be like these people.”

“I’m pretty ruthless Link you’ve just seen my good side.”

“Rook…”

She’s looking at me like I’m…I’m not who they think I am. I’m not… “I’m not who you think Link this, this is all for me to get the things that I want.”

“I know…” She walks over swaying and dropping her combat pants…she’s not wearing military underwear her panties though certainly show off that elves as we see them vibe being dark green and lacy with the designs much like roses and thorny vines. “You’re tough, you’re practical and you’re hard but you’re not a bad person Rook.”

“Uhm…okay…how about I’m me and you’re…”

“Wanting you.” She says it taking my hand and leading me by walking my backwards to the other room which turns out to be the bedroom and her bed is several mattresses on the floor with blankets and quilts and those decorative blanket tapestry wall hangings with fantasy creatures on them and stuff.

I’m watching her pelvis…her crotch and there’s this boy part of me still sort of there. I mean it’s sort of strange…I have a vagina and to me it’s just there. Okay not just but it’s mine and so it’s not really special to me but seeing Link in her panties is very much a turn on.

So much more than watching lesbian stuff online.

She’s slipping out of her hoody top and she’s wearing a matching bra too and it screams elf with her body and those ears but she leaves that hat she’s wearing on and she kisses me.

It’s good, it’s really good and I’m feeling myself getting aroused but there’s no big umph behind it this time.

“No powers?”

“No…does that matter?”

“No but one of the reasons that I want to be with you Link is to see if your powers will kick-start me again.”

I pull my tops off all together and gesture at my flat chest. “I have no idea what having them would actually be like but given the way that I am it would make my life a lot easier I think.”

“Well, I can’t fault that idea but you do want to be with me for more than just that right?”

“Definitely, I am very attracted to you…” I step up and kiss her and take her hand and slip it down to under my panties and let her feel how aroused I am. It sounds so cornball but I sort of really mean it when I say. “I don’t want to use you Link, I want you to heal me.”

She blinks really fast and her eyes go wide when she’s finished and she smiles and wraps her arms around me and kisses my with this charge of her Linking power that fizzles inside me in a really good way and then she breaks it and she slips down sexily to her knees and she starts to slowly undo my pants and pulls my panties down….she plants her face in my crotch and she smells me.

I hope I smell okay.

Her fingers slide over me there making me have the good shivers and her thumbs are tracing up and down over my folds and I do a sharp inhale and suck another gulp of air as her thumbs sort of pry me open.

“Well then maybe I should kiss something else a little harder?”

Just the way she’s nuzzled and licked and then went inside my and found my clit and sucked on it and kissed me there passionately makes me think that while Jeff was good Link have been here before with several other women.

I feel the power surge of her powers hitting me with the sweet sexual sensations and I swear I feel it settle into my heart with this renewed beating feeling of Oh fuck yes…!

…………………..Lesbian sex was everything that I thought it might be and totally not at the same time. It’s slow and fast…lots and lots of touching and treating each other with these feather light touches and caresses but at the same time there’s this something like hard and fast in the intensity of some of the things that we do.

Fingers can touch and please and explore in a completely different way than a man can for a girl and yet I think I like both equally and differently. And having a hot wet mouth with soft full lips teasing and tasting me and suckling is different than when a man does it…I…you ever heard of men saying they busted a nut they came so hard?

Link made me clench and flex inside and arch up off the bed as my orgasm hit me…

Oh so much like a tsunami.

I could feel that sensation that will build up before I usually orgasm and it’s like they’re all being pulled into the center of my body before it releases and gushes out of me.

So strong I pant like I’ve been running, been seeing stars and my belly is doing these tickly little twitches as I have these lingering internal orgasm spasms.

As much as she has me totally girled out in the most amazing lesbian way my mind drifts to what I want to do to her…and then it’s my turn.

I roll us over and I suckle on her breasts and she moans and I spend time there kissing and touching and suckling and exploring…literally exploring her and using my powers like I’ve done for Jeff by encouraging the flow of blood to her breasts and to her nipples making them incredibly hard and aching and super sensitive.

And then I add these little vibrational echoes of what my tongue has done to them pushing that TK force into her flesh as gently as I could and still sucking…Link’s fingers are in my hair and she’s shoving her breasts at me as she’s crying out as I give her breastgasm after breastgasm making her come even before I’ve touched her pussy

Oh I know that this is cheating but there is a selfish part of me that wants to be the best lover she’s ever had and to get into her…there’s a special kind of loyalty that you can only get with a lover.

I don’t want a relationship…not like what others call it but I want to be one of her significant others.

She pulls hair hard and head thumps her bed when I go down on her….I have to say that powers wise I’m pretty amazing a lover as far as being a lesbian goes.

I explore her there too but I weave TK force like an extension of my actual tongue and it’s all force but kinetic, it’s touch and that makes feelings and sensations as I touch every inch of her like that from her labia to her cervical region and I do that same little lingering vibrational trick on her clitoris and as she cums and releases her sweet fluids I send TK energy back through the juices flow to find the source and the next time she arches and cums I pull some of that sweet nectar out of her.

I’ve never heard of someone shrieking in shocked pleasure before…she spasmed with that and I think I heard her crackle her spine a little as she contorted.

I got bruises on my back from Link sort of losing it and kicking me in the back with her heels.

And her whole body seemed to sizzle with her powers discharging…it was that strong that it caught me up in it’s link and I hung onto her legs and thighs like life preservers and…

I think I…

Okay it was a good thing I wasn’t going to do the other things that I might have tried…we come down from almost hyperventilating and are so…link’s shimmering inside her chest from this with that light that’s like the energy weaponry she makes and I barely crawl myself up to her face and she kisses me and she’s smiling and laughing and bawling a little…and I’m crying too…this was so…good…

Okay…okay I know I sort of said that I wanted Link to have a thing for me but that’s kind of shifted a little when I get to see her eyes and just how shimmery and shiny they are and just how happy she seems and not her smart assed fun loving happy but something better and bigger and in this place…and how driven against injustices she seems to be…and what must have happened to have her be like that.

It’s changed how I’m feeling…I want more of this…maybe not being together-together but I want some more of seeing Link happy.

It…it just seems so rare.

“Rook…?” (Sniffle.)

“Rikki.”

“Huh…?” (Vulnerable trendy voice.)

“My real name, it’s Rikki.”

“Oh…” (Sniffle.)

“Rikki?” (Sniffle.)

“Yeah?”

“Hold me? Hold me, hug me, squeeze me tight I…I...I don’t want this to have been some dream…please…I need you to be real right now.”

There’s pleading and there’s hope and there’s fear and pain all there in that. I shift around until we’re intertwined with each other and I pull her in tight to me and I hug her hard.

“It’s okay Link, I’ve got you…I’m a Rook…protecting what’s special to us is what we do okay.”

She buries her head into my shoulder and collar bone area and she starts to shake and to cry.

My Super Secret Life…Villain-15.

Chapter 15

It’s a good way to wake up.

Arms all entwined around bodies and legs…my…well my sex is pressed just sort of naturally into the curve of her hip. I’d been thinking and imagining girl on girl a little and even without our abilities involve it was good. I loved it and even now I’m finding just curled up and snuggled like this pretty damned decent.

Will I give up men? No, definitely not but girl on girl is definitely an option now.

Part of my brain though is kind of still in this sitting back and watching the rest of me do stuff and say stuff that wasn’t in the plan. Yeah sleeping with Link was in the plan but telling her my name, getting this close. That really wasn’t part of the plan.

I sigh and just lay here awhile; it’s sort of nice, sort of a mini-vacation being here. I don’t have to hold back who I am, I don’t have to hide it and that has some interesting possibilities.

I move my cheek and her breast is there. I have to admit breasts are a lot more different than I thought. I thought actually that they’d be jigglier. I mean Links are really nice and they do jiggle but there’s more to them than that, they have substance to them and even as perky as they were there was a sort of heft to them under my touch.

And I will have to admit there’s just something about touching them that does something and at the same time they’re still a mystery to me that she gets that much pleasure out of having them.

And myself and wanting Link to kick start me into having my own…nothing not even an itch, just as flat as a boy, yeah a boy since a guy my age might actually have more muscle there than I have of anything there.

I am sort of disappointed even though getting breasts was not my main goal in coming down here. Sigh…I was looking forward to having a complete shape though. It’d be nice to just not have to mess with the things that I need to do now with the falsies and such.

I actually let everything just go for awhile though and let myself doze a little more until I’m woken by the call of nature and slip out of the bed with Link. She’s sort of messy looking the way her hairs all messed up and her sleeping posture like she’s passed out. I do smile a little as she sort of snores some.

It’s cute because it’s really light and really well elf like with more of a soft whistle sound than the snort bit of the snore.

Life’s just odd…I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to someone else’s bathroom. I tidy up and check myself out in the mirror. I don’t feel any different but I’m not taking any chances.

I think my hair grew out some more. It takes some…my TK fizzles out on me…it’s still there but I feel the power not going to where it should?

Link…she has my.

And I’m still Link’d as it were so I have her healing factor right now...still. That’s why my hair’s grown out more.

Well there must be a limit because it’s not growing now though and…hmm…I go out and look Link over. Huh…I think that my hair just grew out to match her length or whatever the proportion of it would be.

And after the sex that we had and she transfers her healing factor to me is a good reason why I’m fully rested and she’s still sleeping like she’s worn out.

I make my way back to the bed and slip back in. I could do something like make breakfast or whatever but it’s not my place or my stuff. Besides warm bed and one that’s actually surprisingly comfortable.

Okay that actually makes sense really sense she cobbled it together you’re not generally going to judge a homemade bed by how it looks rather than how it feels.

It’s hard to sleep though without my powers, and being all fully rested by my use of her healing factor. I want to do stuff but I also don’t want to be nosey and poke through her place and her things either.

I’m actually there for another two hours and did doze when I feel Link move and she sort of rolls over onto her back. She’s staring in a few directions and then at me.

“Huh…okay…”

I roll over on my side and look at her. “Okay…what?”

“I can feel the whole TK thing you have but I thought it’d be stronger…and I feel other stuff I’m Linked into but I’m not getting what they are and then there’s the other psi-stuff.”

“Other psi-stuff?”

“You feel a sort of tingle when you seen certain people down here? Say like the bitch?”

“Actually yeah…what’s that mean?’

“Well I’m feeling Kat in her flat and I can feel Parody in their place and I can feel you. I think that you have a psi-detection ability.”

“Okay that explains a lot of what I was feeling. I thought that it was all like physical stuff I could do.”

“It is kind of it’s one of those borderline abilities like a sense of smell or something.”

“That’s good to know, what about the other stuff that you feel inside me?’

“Honestly Rikki I don’t know…I’m just going on what I know from others I’ve linked with.”

“Okay but you’re not on fire or anything so that’s good.”

“Yeah for sure since my place would be burned down.”

She looks over at me and she bites her lip and blushes.

“What?” I ask.

“Last night had to be one of the best nights of lovemaking I’ve ever had Rikki thanks.”

“You’re welcome but it was pretty intense for me too even without the powers.”

“And thanks for trusting me with your first name.”

“It just felt right.”

“I’m actually named Link.”

I blink. “For real? Why?”

“There’s this cartoon video-game character that’s popular and I was found down here in a Gamesphere box as a baby and I already was blonde with pointed ears.”

“Oh…”

“So that’s what someone named me when I was put into the orphanage at the monastery.”

“There’s a monastery down here?”

“Yeah it’s actually this sort of Shinto mixed with Taoist and even Buddhist place that was made by a bunch of people from like the martial arts orders.”

“Why?”

“Well from what I heard the place was started by a kung-fu master that was actually an anthro-mutant from Red Star Republic that escaped to here through the Underground Railroad and he was known in the martial art community as something somehow but others came and stuff and built the monastery and the other parts of it.”

“Other parts?”

“They have the power and skill to offset the houses and gangs and clans here so they get to do stuff that they want to do like a free hospital or what passes for one here and a library and a free school.”

“Okay I definitely would like to see this place.”

Link nods. “I can take you though it’s in pretty deep and it’s out of the way.”

“I’ve got the time. I think some of the things I need and want might take me awhile anyways.”

“Good I get to keep you around.”

I smile and lean in and kiss her. “I can get used to that.”

There’s a pop and a flash inside my brain and all of a sudden I can feel my TK back and she’s right I can feel that tingle and stuff coming from the directions she had been looking at.

“Okay I feel that now.”

I’m getting a headache too. “Ow…that’s not good.” I rub my forehead.

Link rolls over and looks at me. “You okay?”

“Yeah I think reconnecting is giving me a headache though.”

She nods but looks at me. “Okay as long as that’s it.”

“Well low blood sugar too. I’m starved.”

As if on cue her stomach does a sound. “Gawd me too, let’s get cleaned up and we can go get something to eat.”

“I take it you don’t cook.”

“Not really more of a reheater actually. It’s kind of a pain in the ass to cook here at least.”

“So…?”

“Street food.”

“Oh okay.”

“C’mon and let’s get a shower.”

She hops out of be and I get where she has all that energy from. Her healing factor doesn’t just do like sickness or wounds but it keeps her rested. She doesn’t or won’t tire like the rest of us.

I follow her into the bathroom and shower and it’s kind of one of those strange but decent moments. I mean I never thought after my change that I’d be with a girl. That boy-hope was gone and honestly I like sex as a girl with men but here I am slipping into a shower with this elf girl.

And she’s naked and it’s not just a girl being naked it is sexual and sensual and just actually nice…and neat.

She turns on the water and its lukewarm and sort of a mist and she grabs this shower puff and we start to wash ourselves and each other.

“Here, let me.” I tell her and I do a TK trick and I sort of do the vibe trick again and lather us up and the puff too but I also use it to sort of buff the dirt and the skin away.

“Whoa…oh that feels good.”

“You think that feels good try this.” I feel her body and the tension in it at certain areas. Tension equals a hardened area usually and I send kinetic waves into those spots like a vibrating massage chair.

“Ooooh fuck Rikki that’s good, you could make some serious coin I bet just doing this.”

“Yeah, you think I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

“Oh I’m going to be so spoiled.” She coos.

“Well I can’t say that you don’t deserve that y’know.”

She turns and looks at me. “Why’s that?”

“I just kind of had this feeling since last night that it hasn’t been exactly easy for you.”

She bites her lower lip and shrugs. “No one has it easy down here.”

“I know that but I meant you. I’m not overly concerned about everyone else y’know.”

“Yeah well…”

“Link…”

“It’s just…stuff...I grew up fighting y’know it messes you up.”

“I know, I’m a wanted person up top. I killed my father.”

“Why?”

“He was going to kill me and my mom.”

“That’s self defense.”

“No…hurting him and stopping him would be self defense. I stopped him permanently and I used powers to do it.”

She kisses me and its light but caring and a normal one. “That doesn’t matter much down here.”

“That’s good.” I lean on her and she leans on me.

She sighs. “I left the monastery when I was twelve, as soon as my powers kicked in and I made my first psi weapon. I was recruited out actually by The Faire.”

“You mean the fae.”

“No I mean The Faire, they’re a fae meta type of gang and they are a pretty high order bunch here and they gathered together at first to protect each other but then they sort of began their own take over of things.”

“Take over?”

“Turf, resources they had a lot of people with powers that were using them for their own gain.”

“Okay…”

“Plant based powers to say grown drugs and make them purer, they hoarded their powers and used them like a mob wound but the kept to this whole fairy court kind of thing.”

“Okay…wow.”

“I’m a psi-warrior type I can channel energy from the astral plane into constructs here.”

“Astral plane…that’s actually real?”

“Yeah it is and so is magic and demons and vampires and a whole bunch of other stuff.”

“All the heebie jeebie stuff is real?” I’m looking at her a little sceptically.

“Rook we live in a universe with bionics and cybernetic technology, meta powered beings and anthromorphic animals yes it’s real, it’s sort of rare and stuff but yes everything is real.”

“Okay…I’ll definitely have to keep that stuff in mind.”

“Yeah do because some of it’s right down here.”

We get out and I peel the water off of us and even our hair. Link’s looking at me. “Okay wow…one that was cool, two it felt really odd.”

I grin and nod. “We get back and I’ll do all of your washing.”

“What? All of it?”

“I can do the same thing with clothes as with us it’s actually pretty close to dry cleaning.”

She hugs me. “Deal!”

“Okay I take it washing and laundry is a big thing here?” I smile and head for my things and pull my clothes out.

“Yeah, like using water and dryers and stuff it cost’s a bit to do that all the time and it’s a slepp to drag all of it back home.”

“Well I’ll help out as I can with that and stuff.”

“Cool beans!”

We get dressed and I’m going with just some light clothes but I wear my cloak and my hiking boots. I shoulder my satchel under my cloak and I coat myself in a light touch field and I prep a response.

I’ll feel pickpockets and I’ll be ready hopefully.

Link gets done up in a tee shirt with the sleeve cut to look like they’re rimmed with leaves and a pair of green dyed jeans and he leather boots and of course her cap and we head out and she locks her place up and we’re headed in a different direction going along the walkways of the block things here and crossing cat walks to go to other blocks and I can see sort of shops and just street activity below us and a lot of people here that sort of kind of pass for normal but there’s a lot of these fae types.

Link points out a block with guards? It had a white oak tree spray bombed everywhere on it. “That’s The Faire’s turf.”

“Good to know you’ll have to point out the gang stuff down here.”

“Yeah there’s a lot of it. But The Faire are almost as bad as The Houses. They think that they’re like royalty down here. They even clash with The Marshals and The Guard sometimes.”

“Okay, so who are the Marshal’s?”

“Peacekeepers like the old westerns and stuff they are the law in Freaktown.”

“Got it and they are marked by?”

“They have those old styled western badges but they also wear red dyed leather coats and jackets and are usually well armed.”

“Dangerous?”

“Very most of them are anthro canines. Some are ex-cops from the surface anthro-K9 forces come down after something happened but others are ex-military from The Federation and The SSB they carry guns and all sorts of stuff and are really well trained plus they have meta’s too in there along with psi’s and some others.”

I nod and look at her as we’re passed by two of those Faire types in colors and they give her this pissy look. Then they eyeball me….they get this look like I’m kind of dirt? I’m pretty sure that gave my ears a look.

I keep going but I keep a look and a feel of stuff between us.

I ask. “So if they’re that good then why are they cutting a deal with the surface?”

“Because they’d be trading down in respect and they won’t leave us hanging. The surface is okay to some of us but they’re also really shits too.”

“Oh I know.”

“So they’re loyal, they’re ours.”

“Okay I get that.” I catch up to her as we head down to this other block and we’re headed to this place called Jacks. It has a UK flag flying from one corner of it and it’s a double decker bus that has one whole side tore off and set into this makeshift bunker of shipping containers in the base of one of these blocks and it’s been converted over to a diner. The bench seats are actually booths and then where the other seats should be there’s a diner counter.

“Okay this, this is really neat.” I mean it too it’s sort of cool for here and there’s even sort of neon around and stuff.

It smells good in here and its packed there’s a blackboard over the counter with prices and I hear some kind of ancient rock tunes playing and stuff.

We get a booth and I look at Link. “And The Guardians?”

“Our military sort of, they’re Shepherds crew along the same lines as the Marshals but they defend our borders and the wall.”

“You still get attacked?”

“Sometimes, it depends on who or what it’s a big ship Rook and we’re not the only ones here or in the fringes and of course that can change with things too.”

“Like?”

A four armed girl comes over and takes our orders. I order us two large coffees and the bacon and hash browns plate with a side of eggs. I’m not eating the sausage down here.

“Link? My treat what’ll you have?”

She orders bagels and smoke white?

“Smoked white?”

“White fish there lots of fish down here in the pipes and canals.”

“Really I did not know that?”

“Whatever these aliens were there was a biosphere kind of thing here on this level and as far as people knew it was like a part of the environmental systems here and life support. It went wild and feral after the crash and some stuff died off from like lack of light and stuff but there’s others that are forests too.”

“Forests down here?”

“Yep even jungles there’s these huge dome pods that are like fifty miles across and they have like their own power systems that are still working.”

“That’s not known on the surface.”

“Oh it’s known just not buy the public at large.”

“Okay gotcha.”

I look at her and there’s a lot of implications there too with stuff and it all smells of politics and the military and top secret stuff from back up top and stuff that makes me glad that I’m a criminal.

Our coffee’s get there first and it’s not good coffee, its semi recycled coffee maybe.

But after my sixth sip part of my headache is a lack of caffeine headache. Yeah I drink a lot of coffee like most surface people. At least three cups in a day really.

I set my glass down. Yeah they served it in a tall but thick glass which was strange.

“Those two gave you a shitty look back there, so what lead you to go from them to being in the Railroad?”

She stares at her coffee. “Killing mostly I was a good fighter, I’m fast and I was so into the whole thought of the gang, of The Faire being my family.”

“What changed?”

“Me…I had this thing where I’d kiss some of my kills before they died if they were really good and then one day I did it and I Linked with one of them. I felt not just his powers but him and we…we clicked and instead of him dying my healing factor saved his life and he lived.”

“And they ordered you to kill him again?”

“Sort of…. First I was blamed for screwing up the job by some of the ones that wanted my to fall so they could take my position as a knight of the faire. Then there was my boss who I was sleeping with…Alexander was one of those guys that was powerful…enhanced strength and durability all wrapped up in this drop dead gorgeous fae meta package and arrogant too. He used my so called failure to egg those that wanted my title to do stuff and say things for his own amusement and to tease me and then it all came to a head.”

“Oh…what happened?”

“He found out that I didn’t just screw up and that Jonathan was alive but he was a feral and that I was sleeping with him.”

“Oh…and Mr. Attitude freaked out?” I can see some of this. Meta-racism actually does exist and it’s not just with the different anthro species either. A feral though is a meta that has meta traits and powers derived form the animal kingdoms and they’re not just limited to species either.

“He freaked out and then he betrayed me. He sicced the ones that wanted my position on me to find out where Jon was and after I fought clear of them he took me out when I was still recovering.”

“Nice ex.”

“He’s dead now.”

“Needed it by the sounds of it.”

“Alexander tortured where Jon was out of me…I might be able to heal but pain wise I’m still like other people Rook. When I woke up after he’d really worked me over he had Jon and made me watch as he killed him.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too, Jon was a good guy.”

“Why’d they want him dead?’

“Jon saved a few of the faeborn out in the outskirts from being (she air-quotes) coaxed…into The Faire.”

“You mean they conscript?”

“They used to. If you were one of them then you were one of them no matter what. First they try to lure and sweet talk you in like they did me but yeah they used to coerce people that were acceptable stock to join.”

“And Jon stopped them?”

“Yeah, he was one of those I don’t fit any group but I’m a good guy anyway people. And he was a jumper too so he was really hard to pin down.”

“Jumper?”

“Teleporter.”

“Oh…yeah I can see them being pissed at not having him die the first time.”

“He died Rook because they had me.”

I lean over and take her hand. “I know, that’s something I worry about happening too with me.”

She looks at me and she nods and wipes at her eyes and the food comes. Okay I might be very much a city kid and stuff but actually her fish looks good. It’s like this golden smoked color and it’s served cold but there’s bagels and what looks like cream cheese and a sort of tartar sauce too and there’s slices of tomato there too.

My food’s good but this looks sort of like a deli kind of thing. The best thing about mine is I recognize it except the ham here is canned and sliced like Spam. But the eggs are good. Not chicken and no I don’t want to know what but they’re good.

And I’m hungry.

Yeah there’s the rest of the headache.

She quiet as she’s eating but on the second bagel slice she says as she’s piling stuff onto it. “I went a little off the night he died. I torn myself up really good getting out of my binds and that’s when I made my sword shape and my bow shape and I went through the place and I did a lot of damage until I found Alexander and I challenged him to a duel.”

“A duel?”

“Yeah the faeborn and even the faire are big into honor and duels and stuff.”

“So what happened after that?”

“I was exiled from The Faire and I was tossed out with nothing and I had to survive out in here with a lot of people that really didn’t like me from my days with The Faire and it was almost no work and living hard and rough trying to stay alive until I ended up in the same place at a bad time for some of The Guardians and me helping them led to me joining them on the wall for a long time until Shepherd came calling and asked for me to join the U.R.”

I look at her and I know she glossed over a lot, people with healing factor tend to get hurt…it’s part of their thing and stuff so she does have a higher than normal pain tolerance…and the thoughts of what they could have done to her to get her to talk…and being manipulated and betrayed like that.

I’d be more than causing damage if I got out….I know the violence inside me so I can picture just what I’d do.

There’s a look between us that’s sort of yeah we get it, we get each other now and we’re done for now talking about this.

I use some TK to pull all of the egg stuff leftover onto my last slice of Spam and I chew looking at her.

“So I need to buy some gear and stuff you feel like showing me around and stuff now?”

“Definitely.” She’s gone back to being cheerful but she’s covering up the sombre stuff we’d just talked about.

I call for the bill and I pay the waitress directly and I leave a good tip I hope and we head out. It was expensive…and I’m guessing it’s because the ingredients for a lot of this stuff has a totally different market than up above.

I look at Link. “I’m so bringing coffee next time.”

“Oh goody coffee is really expensive down here.”

“Isn’t everything?”

“Depends on the area and the market, in the fae blocks you can get veggies and stuff for cheap here especially berries.”

“Power grown?”

“Yeah.”

“Safe to eat?”

“Totally but they’d be thought of as like freak toxin or something up top.”

“True…okay lead on Legolas.”

She laughs at that and she does sound like she’s bouncing back and we go through a lot of streets and there are side shops and stuff and they’re pretty specific. There’s whole trades around specific ways of recycling.

I never thought of so many uses for tin and aluminum cans and stuff and there are food vendors and stuff and people selling food and there’s even things like a rope maker that makes ropes from woven plastic shopping bags…and they also make other stuff that you could braid together from rugs to baskets and it’s very strange and yet it’s different.

There is a coffee merchant/seller there and a kilogram of coffee beans in a hundred dollars here.

Sca…rew that. I’ll bring some from the surface next time.

We end up getting to a warehouse. It’s an actual ware house made like one from the surface. I look at her questioningly.

“Remember the normals came down here a whole lot trying to take the place and before that exploring it rook they left a whole lot of stuff behind whole camps and bases even.”

“Good, serves them right from what I know about how things went down with that stuff here.”

“Still going on actually, there’s talk of at the far southern edge of the ship the government has another base and have sunken in shafts to explore the ship some more. I’m not in The Guardians anymore so it’s just rumors but I hope it’s not true.”

“It’ll be a fight?”

“Oh yeah and if some of the nastier bunches out there run afoul of them it’ll spark a blood bath and then there’s the other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“If they go deeper.”

“Why?”

“There’s really nastier stuff than you’d see up here down in the other levels of the ship.”

“Oh like aliens?”

“Like alien things and metas that can survive down there and stuff.”

“What kind of alien things?”

“Animal like stuff mostly and bugs too but even some of the animals down there are meta types too, the ship was a serious dumping ground for a lot of illegal shit back during the tech boom when they found it. They had illegal labs all over the place for all kinds of stuff from drugs to growing slaves or making bio-weapons and some of that stuff crawled or hid or slithered down deeper that we did.”

I look up at the huge ceiling and I can only see bits of stuff it’s that high. You could easily fly in here and use a helicopter too or aero-vehicles.

“Are all the levels this high or uhm thick?”

“Nope from some of the stuff I head there’s three…Us and then there’s the second level that’s the same as us and the third seems to be the core of the place and that’s three times and large and no one knows past that except that the lower you get the warmer it is because the ship sits literally on the lava bed as part of the continent.”

“Yeah they talk about that all the time like the ship’s impact actually created the Sentinel Mountain chain that surrounds the city.”

She nods. “Pretty much from everything we know here too.”

She leads me inside I look around and it’s stalls and some shops like a mini-mall upside but in the middle is more like a flea market and most of it’s tools and combat styled gear ranging from ganger looking stuff to old military surplus and even some new stuff.

“Welcome to Sassy’s market mate!” She puts on a horrible accent but she’s smiling.

“Sassy’s?”

“Aye like a play off the S.A.S. from the commonwealth colonies luv.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay let shop for some toys.”

“Oi luvy those kinds of things are sold somewhere’s else.”

“Ha-ha-ha very funny Link…oooh are those grenades!”

My Super Secret life…Villain-16.

Chapter 16

*Before…

She leads me inside I look around and it’s stalls and some shops like a mini-mall upside but in the middle is more like a flea market and most of its tools and combat styled gear ranging from ganger looking stuff to old military surplus and even some new stuff.

“Welcome to Sassy’s market mate!” She puts on a horrible accent but she’s smiling.

“Sassy’s?”

“Aye like a play off the S.A.S. from the commonwealth colonies luv.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay let shop for some toys.”

“Oi luvy those kinds of things are sold somewhere’s else.”

“Ha-ha-ha very funny Link…oooh are those grenades!”

*And Now…

Link actually smiles at me and there’s a semi questioning look there too. “Did you just make a joke?”

“Well sort of, I am really interested in accessorizing y’know.”

“Oh well if that’s what you’re calling it.”

She does this after you gesture and I step on ahead and up to the table where the grenades are. There’s a lot of different kinds and sizes and shapes and the fellow there looks at me with this odd look or it could be that it just looks odd with his grey skin and four eyes one set over top of another.

“Whatcha looking for?”

“Small, round and non-lethal.”

“Non-lethal that’s mostly what I carry hon the bigger boomin stuff is all fer the guardians.”

“Mostly?”

“Well I got some semi-lethal exotics.”

“Oh like?”

“IPC mist grenades.”

I shrug. “Honestly that’s Greek to me so what are they?”

“Ipecac.”

“Okay…wait like the medical stuff?”

“Yup, but it’s been altered into an inhalable mist.”

“How much?”

“Five hundred each.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Too high how about you quote me a better price when I see what else you have.”

“Oh…looking t’arm up then?”

“Something like that.”

“I think we can work something out.”

He goes over the wares that he has and there’s an impressive assortment including the kind I really am looking for. Small mini grenades with a slide top that protects the detonator button. I want them like that because they are like I said small and two they roll which is perfect for what I’m thinking of in terms of my powers.

I get a dozen of smoke and a few tear gas and a dozen stun balls…those are frags but instead of metal beads or ceramics they’re filled with small rubber balls that hit and bounce around and cause a lot of pain. Once I have all of those I get a supply of small flash bangs and I get two of those IPC’s.

Puke grenades.

Yeah that’s what they are someone weaponized syrup of ipecac.

It’s nasty sounding stuff and that’s fine by me it’s a nasty world and well…I’m nasty too. I’m a Villain.

From the grenades we travel around and while I’m not looking at guns I am looking at gun rounds and I get a few of boxes of really cheap .32 pistol rounds they’re some soviet or someplace like that maker and likely not really rated too high but I’m not looking for stuff that might jam. Again more of a powers thing since I can trigger off the primers and fire them without a weapon I just need to be better at it. Shotgun shells while I’m at it too both shot and some slugs. “The Bricklands" are a really rough place and there’s even rougher out there too.

I’m actually buying a lot of stuff…there’s all these para military things like knives and survival kits and mini first aid kits and I’m getting a few of each and little incidentals like magnesium bars for starting fires and the biggest part right now I’m looking for and is illegal to buy is armor-cloth.

There’s Kevlar the old standard and then there’s Shine-cloth which is tougher and usually used for linings since it’s made from woven crystalline carbon strands and can’t be colored or dyed and that doesn’t matter to me since it’s kind of the color I want…this sort of off white and shimmery looking kind of stuff.

Link looks at me as I’m shelling out money for it and some other of the armor cloth samples. “White? Kinda hard to sneak around like that isn’t it?”

“No, I have a trick.”

“Oh of course you do. Do you have a plan for everything?”

“No but I want the shock value and besides there’s far too many people out there running around in black.”

“Black’s slimming.”

“Do I look like I need to lose weight?”

I gesture at myself and she grins and gestures at herself.

“No-fair elf.”

She dimples and we head off leaving this merc market and heading through this bizarre town or rather city made up of the stuff that the surface has left behind.

We’re carrying our things or rather mine and we’ve bundled them up tight and I slip my TK barrier around myself so that I’ll feel someone trying something like picking my pocket or trying to lift some of my new gear and stuff.

There’s a few places that catch my eye with some fabric and some leathers and stuff but there’s some stuff that I see Link looking over too. She likes little figurines and I buy her some of the ones she was looking over when she put the back and some books she’s looking at I just get a basket and I put them in it and I’m getting some for me and there’s some that are on airplanes that I get for Jeff…airplanes nowadays are strictly a hobby thing even jets are sort of rare when compared to stuff like shuttles and space ships and even the military fighters are all like some kind of drive types with like serious generators and stuff. I saw he had a few pictures and stuff of planes and a couple of models too and some books but not these ones.

And I almost can’t believe that they sell books here used ones by the kilogram here. It’s also kind of a comment on just how screwed up and disposable things are. A lot of these are just bought and dumped. I mean if you have money most books are available online and stuff like that but print has never really gone away.

It actually did for a while but what saved books or from what I’ve read.

Star travel.

Even with the advent of FTL technology and stuff a ship from what I know has a lot of computing needs and stuff so unless you were going to do all your reading on a tablet or your personal computer you brought a couple of books for the long journey top wherever.

Then there’s the romantic side of things and as jaded as I am I love books. I love the thought of owning books.

I mean who doesn’t want a library?

We make our way around and take a sort of roundabout route?

“Link?”

“We’re being followed.”

“Okay so what do we do?”

“We can try to lose them but.”

I have that sort of feeling again. “But one of them’s a psionic.”

She looks at me with a questioning look.

“I can feel them touching my TK field.”

“You have a field up for how long?’

I shrug. “Since we left your place.”

She’s staring at me a little shocked then she smiles and shakes her head. “I saw you move a busted up bus I mean I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Yeah, I like Link but I’m not going to tell her all my tricks.

“So now what do we do?”

“Move to a public open spot and face them if they want your stuff or cash then they’ll have to openly come at us and there’ll be witnesses.”

“Witnesses work down here?”

“We do have attempts at law but this is mostly to claim self-defense.”

“Gotcha, c’mon!”

“Huh!”

I start leading her towards what is a street intersection down here and the crowds are thick so I use my Tk to pinch people and goose them and make them move or jump or turn to see who did what to them while I use the way they move to get us through the crowd.

Once we get to the intersection I drop our things and turn and so does Link and our followers part through the crowd and they’re a motley crew but they look tough.

Mostly anthros and three of them are these large muscled heavy and scary looking black rats and they have some pretty large knives pulled and there’s some other’s there too but still rodents and all armed and one has white fur and is covered in scars and has a cyber-eye.

He pulls a revolver.

Aims it our way.

I see a young Arabic looking pre-teen with them and he’s wearing a hoody that looks like its rat-fur but like regular rat fur I can feel him touching me with his psi.

He says something I don’t get and I understand a little Arabic from being on the streets and the cabbies and vendors and stuff this wasn’t it.

Cyber rat points the gun at me. “Drop the swag and the cash you got and walk away girl.”

“I really don’t think so. You five had best go for another walk before I do something in self-defense that’d make the marshals down here reconsider their laws.”

“Pyske’s stun her!”

Just like that he goes to fire at me and I can feel a buildup of something coming from the Arab kid and Link’s doing something and I concentrate on the Cyber-rat’s gun and fill the barrel with Tk force and it blows in his hand wrecking his gun and he curses. Link flares her psi-bow into existence and the Arab kid is distracted by it enough that he’s not focused on me long enough to get the drop on me now and I take advantage.

I look at his face as I throw energy at it and once I see what I want I use my powers and reach out and I grab…all his street piercings and his eyelashes and rip.

It doesn’t take a whole lot of force to rip out things that are that small. But it’s really, really painful.

Cyber-rat’s not that slow even with his gun gone he jumps up in a fast spring through the air and he kicks me in the chest with both of his feet and sends me flying down to the ground while he actually flips backwards from it and lands on his feet and draws two knives with this hissing snarl.

Link shoots the psi-kid while he’s clutching his face and he drops with a scream as an energy arrow goes into him and he’s doing the funky chicken. I’m not sure what kind of attack that is…I’ll ask later but the three heavies go for her and she puts three more arrows into one before they’re on her with their knives and she’s.

Well she’s actually Elf fast. She dodges and weaves and she makes the bow flicker out as she brings up this shield made of the same looking golden energy and then with a flick of her other wrist her sword.

Okay…that’s kind of handy for sure.

Cyber rat comes at me and I open my pockets in my sleeves. “You were warned.” I say as I release my marbles and spin them around me and my arms in tight and fast orbits.

He still comes and I’m dodging and trying to avoid getting cut and slashed and it’s not easy. It’s actually kind of scary because he’s good. Like he’s earned all the scars he has for a reason. I get a cut to my right forearm through my coat and it hurts…a lot it’s deep I think and I slap a Tk patch over it and he cuts my clothes a few more times.

I see red.

Time for this shit to stop. I focus and the thing is I take all that orbiting speed and the rotation and I stop it with each one and all that inertia and force has to go someplace and since I have such a grip on them with my Tk I feed the kinetic energy into them, into speed and pounds per square inch.

When I do this I have more force than a paint ball gun per marble.

And he dodges some and blocks one but I have lots and they’re marbles.

I aim for joints and because he’s an anthros and one with a head like a giant rat I send a couple at stuff like teeth, ears, his snout.

The snout is what gets him. I bloody it and he reacts naturally and holds it and he’s semi stunned and my marble attacks become a storm. I get stand there and I point at him and I hit him and hit him over and over and over until he’s reeling and bleeding and there’s those bones close to the surface breaking or hit hard enough to bruise or fracture.

You might be able to take a few hits like that but I’m sending a message.

Don’t mess with me.

Link’s defending herself and she’s on the defensive fighting two on one but doing okay because her sword seems to stun then a little. Its likely drop a normal human baseline but most Meta and Anthros are tougher than human and these black rat breeds look like they’re a combat type of mutant.

The kid’s getting up and I pelt him next and yes, I’m being an evil bitch and the first marble is sent to his crotch and he screams and the next one’s to his mouth shattering a bunch of teeth. He goes down sobbing and he’s not that old really but he was with them and he was going to rob me.

Don’t do crime when you can handle the punishment.

The one Link shot gets up sort of and comes at me.

The marbles won’t stop him so I pull some of the 9 mm rubber bullets from a pocket with my power and point them at him and anchor them in my powers dropping all the marbles and everything else except my bandage I run the cycle.

Fire the primers off with a Tk hit and take all of that kinetic shock from the round being fired that the gun would absorb to create a steady anchor for the rounds and sorta like fire like a sort of Tk barrel.

I hit him with a Gatling like rotary burst of ten rounds.

He goes down and he stays down and the weapon fire had everyone around us scream and drop and some ran. I bring out more rounds and orbit them around my wrist and look at the two black rats that are on Link.

Were on Link they’re staring at me now.

“We done?” I say it pretty loudly.

They’re looking at me and they look scared.

Well I am floating and spinning sixty odd rounds now around my wrists like an invisible mini-gun.

They nod.

“Good, get your boss and your friends and get out of here. You try it with me again and like I said they’ll need new laws to deal with what I’ll do.”

They grab their three fallen allies and they hustle out of there and I guide my rounds back into my pockets.

Link’s looking at me as she’s powering out here sword and shield. She looks oddly good like that with those and her odd little get up. “Rook…what the hell was that?”

“Rook-Rail-gun.”

“The rubber bullets?”

“This time.”

“Shit…that’s dangerous.”

I look at her and raise an eyebrow. “And you can do more than stuff with your weapon trick?”

She nods.

“Then you’re dangerous too and so were they.” I use a Tk wire and set of wheels in my head to winch the bags up to my hands from the ground. I actually can’t lift that much raw weight but I can do things with it…it’s force and it’s tactile at the same time so in a very odd way I can make it do things or be things.

I winch and drop the bags as my arm really, reminds me that I’m hurt.

She comes over. “Healer or my place?”

“Your place.”

People are moving again and their giving us a wide berth and I’m looking around. “The marshals aren’t showing up?”

Link shakes her head. “They were watching there’s lots of eyes here both tech and powered they don’t get involved for stuff like this. It’s handled and without too much blood so…” she shrugs.

I look at her. “That’s very loose.”

She shakes her head. “There enough laws on the surface we try and keep it simple down here. Too many people with too much power down here to enforce the laws like up there without a serious conflict so it’s more like a sort of honor system down here and they go after the really crazy or really reckless and leave the rest of us alone.”

I nod. “I now get why there’s a lot of baselines down here now. It’s progressive anarchy or something.”

Link takes some of the things and slings them over her shoulder. She shakes her head though at my comment.

“Down here you’re equal. You can make what you have out of what you can do or not do. No one’s going to stop you unless you’re a danger to the public at large. That’s it freedom and personal responsibility just exactly that. We believe in that a lot especially us in The Guard.”

“And the Marshalls and all of that?”

“We have an elected government to take care of the minutia, a place needs to run but it’s not a paid thing here and we change it every year with an election. We need some law down here but just some…the rest is on us as a people we don’t like to think for the population down here…they don’t like that.”

“And The Guardians?”

“Most countries have a standing army Rook, we have our militia to keep us safe from the surface government that would put us under regulations and boot heels.”

“Wow that’s kind of…” I don’t really have the words. I mean it’s kind of cool and it’s sort of scary when you think what people could do here unrestricted. But they are sort of self-restricted. I look at her. “This, this is where I wish I had actually gone to school and stuff. It’s cool but I don’t know any of the right terms for this.”

Link looks at me and she smiles. “Liberty, Freedom.”

I nod. “Live free or die right?”

The look she gives me it feels like I just nailed it.

So much to do yet, so much to learn.

She switches arms with the stuff she’s carrying and she takes my hand and she holds it as we walk. I’m holding hands with someone after everything that happened and it’s not that strange…not here it’s.

It’s scary but it fits.

My Super Secret life…Villain-17.

Chapter 17.

*Before…

“And The Guardians?”
“Most countries have a standing army Rook, we have our militia to keep us safe from the surface government that would put us under regulations and boot heels.”
“Wow that’s kind of…” I don’t really have the words. I mean it’s kind of cool and it’s sort of scary when you think what people could do here unrestricted. But they are sort of self-restricted. I look at her. “This, this is where I wish I had actually gone to school and stuff. It’s cool but I don’t know any of the right terms for this.”
Link looks at me and she smiles. “Liberty, Freedom.”
I nod. “Live free or die right?”
The look she gives me it feels like I just nailed it.
So much to do yet, so much to learn.
She switches arms with the stuff she’s carrying and she takes my hand and she holds it as we walk. I’m holding hands with someone after everything that happened and it’s not that strange…not here it’s.
It’s scary but it fits.

*And Now…

I’m paranoid walking now after the fight.

Up top this so often means trouble and we’re down here in this land of mutants and metas and anthros and gangs and factions.

Link seems like she’s not that worried about it but I’m sort of comfortable in my paranoia.

It’s kept me alive this long actually.

Though she does seem to get a lot of respect here though.

It’s kind of odd since she sort of seems so flighty.

Or maybe I’m just extra grim and I’m projecting this whole expectation of what she’s actually like with the whole fantasy elf thing.

We take the same route pretty much back and I think that she’s doing it for my benefit so I’m getting to know the route and stuff.

I’m still sort of impressed as we get to her place in just how resourceful they’ve had to be here and stuff. I mean if you look at Link’s place from a distance with the reddish paint of most of the shipping containers and railway cars it sort of looks like some kind of art deco brick building sculpture that you might find up top over in the Greendale section of the city.

Then add it walkways with railings and the fact that a lot of them have string lights and climbing plants here and planter boxes with things growing in them it’s all…well.

Fascinating in a post-apocalyptic-fantasy-sci-fi way.

Actually it’s a lot like something you’d see as a book cover or something.

There is a definite vibe change though like once we hit the block here. We’re now on her home turf.

She’s greeting a few people and they greet her back and there’s looks for me.

I’m new, I’m a stranger still.

There’s semi friendly nods from all of us.

You never know what someone can do or see through a touch really.

Then we’re headed off to her place and she’s unlocking the doors and I look around taking in the view. We are actually up fairly high. “That a thing here?”

“What’s a thing?”

“Not shaking hands/”

“Oh yeah, powers and all of that. A handshake’s a powerful thing here.”

I nod. “Trust.”

It’s pretty obvious that down here mutant or just something that isn’t baseline is the norm here so that creates a whole difference culture just like a whole different sense and method of justice really.

We get inside and she turns on her power and we lock us up from the inside and she’s comes over from the door unfastening clothes and belts and buckles and dropping clothes and she’s just in her panties when she steps up and she kisses me.

“Let’s get those wounds taken care of.”

I kiss her back and we’re both taking my clothes off and things until I’m matching her and it’s.

There is a very different form of sensuality when it’s two girls.

I like men, or the one I’ve been with but Link…with her and us and her sex and her mutations…her elfiness…it’s elemental?

Her touch is erotic, so light and so sensitive and we just do that for a while in the mixed lighting and the kisses.

I love touching her breasts…I mean I might be female below pretty much but I never started that way.

Part of that lingers in me even now; part of me wants my own too…especially when Link does these I’m sensitive shuddering breaths.

It’s really good foreplay.

We head into her bed and sort of fall in it together and we kiss and kiss and then fingers touch and dip.

I arch…I arch and gasp because she knows what I need…what my body needs and feels sexually.

Then there’s that linking-kiss and I feel the exchange as some of my feelings and sensation I take for granted shift away and it’s replaced with this power…not power but energy and health and just…wow…

It’s like a super shot of some energy drink and it’s all hitting me with me getting tripped over the edge of an orgasm…it makes me roll my hips into Link’s hand as her fingers touch me deeply and stroke my insides over and over in that come hither motion…I roll my hips to the motion…I sit up and take a breast in hand and one in my mouth and I’m rewarded by her gasps.

And my gasps match her’s.

It’s soooo so damned good it’s this such a sensual thing that’s going on between us that like I said it so takes me there where I can so understand the sexuality part at least of being a lesbian.

I’m not actually too sure about the other stuff though. I think for me to actually feel like I’m a girl it’s sort of like me not acknowledging that I’m not who I am powers wise and with me admitting to myself that I’m not the nicest person around.

It just feels off enough to me that I can’t quite get there in my head.

But really despite all of that the sex is amazing…and intense and sensual and just makes me want more and more and I take more and more as I flip her over and use my fingers on her in a steady rolling rhythm until she shudders and shakes and then I slide down to her bare little vee.

I touch her run my fingers along her edges up and down and kiss and lick and make her gasp and breath and I open her up enough to bury my face a little and then taste…touch in a different way and lick deeply.

Healing Factor…you regen all the time…you replace energy all the time…and that dispels exhaustion.

My tongue does not get tired, or my neck or jaw get sore…deep, hard intense non-stop mouth and vagina play.

I don’t stop until she’s asking me too between panting breaths.

I slip up her body and we kiss but not a powered one and she looks at me and there’s this serious sort of look there.

“Rook?”

“Yes…?”

“Can we stay linked for a while?”

“Why?”

“Sleep…I want to sleep.”

I look at her and I get it…with the regen going on it was like a super energy boost for me each time I’ve done this and I know that even like as long a day and stuff as it’s been right now for me I might only sleep three or four hours.

I’m assuming at some point then you will need to crash; healing factor or not to get enough REM sleep I mean you might be able to adjust or make do but I can see where being tired and sleeping a longer real sleep would be a luxury.

“Sure…in fact…”

“Hmmm?”

“Roll over.”

Link grins at me and there’s almost a smart assed comment but she does and I straddle and settle and I lean in and start to give her a massage.

The little groans from that are almost as good as the ones from us having sex. Sure I could do more with my powers but that’s alright it’s actually just nice to be able to do that for her, for a person and it’s sort of a break for me too from using my own powers too.

Sometimes with manipulating my telekinetics it’s like I’m always thinking all of the time doing things or adjusting and his is nice for me too. Just turning my brain off for a while…even letting go part of that guarded me.

Acting normal, hiding that is…and has been exhausting.

Even in Link’s home and here in Freaktown as dangerous and scary and stuff…there’s also that element of not having to hide who I am and it feels nice to drop that extra bit of armor.

I settle in beside Link after I’m pretty sure that I massaged her to sleep and I crash too.

……………….. I wake and it’s several hours later and my body is pretty wide awake but it’s the other needs that I have first the bathroom and secondly I am starving!

It has to be a healing factor thing, all that energy has to come from somewhere and I go and do my business and my hair has gotten longer…I think it’s actually as long as I’ve ever had it plus maybe an inch or two of like what it’d have grown out to since then and my nails are longer too…that’s a pain.

Lucky for me that I don’t have body hair…it just never kicked in at any point after my change otherwise I think I’d be pretty hairy right now.

I find some clippers and stuff here in the bathroom and I think that this has to be something that Link has to deal with as well.

Still though kind of a pain in my ass.

I get that all done and I borrow a scrunchy to get my hair back and then a quick shower and I head out to look at my things and set them out and get organized and then to look through some of the regular stuff that we both bought and what she has here and I start making something to eat.

Canned S’meat… it’s like pork parts and all that stuff but more affectionately known as canned ham. Though really it’s actually canned ham…ish.

I open two and I make big cubes and I get some flour and I dust them and they’re greasy enough that the flour sticks to them and I get her deep fryer going and I drop them in and I get some of her tater-tots and do the same but I cook some elbow macaroni and use the cheezey brand spread as the cheese and once the pasta is cooked I mix it all together and then make some breadcrumbs from some bread I dried/toasted in her toaster oven and I top it with that and I put it in her toaster oven deal with the top coils turned off and I make a sort of ham and tater-tot mac & cheese.

Minus what I ate as I was prepping.

If I’m going to be here any length of time I’m going to have to bring food for her and myself.

I let it cook on low and spend an hour or so trying to plan things out for what I want and need and then trying to figure out how to make her energy weapon by how it feels to do the things that I can do.

I mean I can sort of feel the energy flows but I just can’t get more going than sparks of light energy that fade out.

Just because you have a power that is no guarantee that you can use it with any kind of skill.

I’m a little frown but I wait until the food’s done and I take it out to cool and then make myself a couple of peanut butter single slice folded over sandwiches before I starve to death.

Not sleeping like everyone else and eating like this…all powers are not as cracked up as they seem to be. I mean you adjust sure but honestly I’d be sick of eating all the time to keep myself fueled.

But that does give me an idea…

And I will buy her food after this…

I start to exercise…like crazy hurt me kind of stuff…push-ups until my arms are hurting then sit ups and then squats and side to sides and cross toe touches all of it not to keep from being bored but to push myself…to push myself while I’m regenerating and eating…I try and keep to the peanut butter and bread but I eat two cans of tuna too and I just keep going…doing everything as much and as fast as I can to actually overwhelm my healing factor for a short time…then it catches up and I’m fine.

See when you exercise…your body rebuilds broken down muscle tissues so you’re more durable and tougher and you can resist more of the damage….it’s getting into shape.

And I’m massively cheating by raising the bar and keeping it raised and letting her healing factor catch up and create my new norm.

Okay it sounds way more impressive than it actually is but in three or so hours at this insane pace and eating and recovery I likely got a week and a half’s worth of serious regimen exercise in.

I take another shower and by the time I’m out Link’s up and she’s looking at me and then at her kinda sorta of makeshift counter and the mac and cheese.

“You…?” She’s tilting her head at me.

“I was working out.”

“That doesn’t work y’know like with the whole healing factor thing.”

I smile at her. “Actually it does.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll tell you over something to eat.”

“Okay…and it’s cool that you cooked.”

“Yeah well I also ate you out of house and home so we need to get some more things and we need to go shopping for food.”

“You don’t have to spend all your money here Rook.”

“I’ll spend it as I need to but we can go out again when stuff’s open?”

“Stuff’s always open it’s just usually other stuff. We’re underground Rook.”

I nod. “Okay I never thought of that.”

She grins and gets some of the mac & cheese and she heats it up in her toaster oven and I do the same but flip mine so it’s unbreadcrumb side up and hopefully the cheezey stuff will get crispy.

Five minutes later and we’re eating and it’s not too bad.

And I’m explaining to het what I did and she’s shaking her head eating and smiling. “You’re a little nuts y’know that right?”

“I never claimed to be sane.”

“Still…honestly I’m not sure I could like just push myself like that and stuff…it’s so not my thing.”

“Usually not mine either but it has some possibilities.”

“You have a look in your eyes Rook…like you did when I took you to the arms market.”

I smile and get up and give her a kiss. “I’m going to get dressed and then we can go out? I still need a few things.”

She kisses me back and there’s the dizzy rush of her unlinking us and she nods. “If you want to, but best we be ourselves with our own powers and stuff.”

I nod and take a few breaths to get over the dizziness now…it’s like things were quiet and now I’m feeling all these motion and kinetic currents that have just been second nature to be coming back now.

“Good idea.”

Link goes and showers and changes and I get dressed but not as heavily as before but I do pocket several of my toys and tricks for the just in case stuff because who knows what will happen here and stuff but I’m still kind of dressed down. Just my long coat and my combat fatigues and my shirts and hoodie but the hood down and I get some cash and fill several pockets tying TK alarms to them and stuff and Link comes out getting dressed in her usual and we lock up and we head back out into this strange mutant underground city.

My Super Secret life…Villain-18.

Chapter 18.

*Before…

Link goes and showers and changes and I get dressed but not as heavily as before but I do pocket several of my toys and tricks for the just in case stuff because who knows what will happen here and stuff but I’m still kind of dressed down. Just my long coat and my combat fatigues and my shirts and hoodie but the hood down and I get some cash and fill several pockets tying TK alarms to them and stuff and Link comes out getting dressed in her usual and we lock up and we head back out into this strange mutant underground city.

*And Now…

I know it sounds a little paranoid to go out like that but it’s really not, not for me and Link’s got built in armed powers and the like and my TK well it’s really not too useful by itself.

Now give me something to actually move on the other hand.

We leave and she grabs a big duffle bag and locks up and we head down through some of the stairs here they’re mostly recycled things like fire escapes and construction stairs like the folding ones that have been jury rigged and then there’s the housing made from shipping containers. It’s inventive and it’s not that bad like one might thing really since a lot of them have plants real of fake ones I’m seeing both and those little Christmas tree lights and a lot of the containers are painted some just plainly or with fancy designs or animals and scenes and suck but they’re…they’re not that bad, I know street kids that lived in far worse and I’ve lived in worse.

It’s like those barrio places that you see in pictures of colonies like Fidel-Sola or Neo-Peru or like colonies like New Calcutta. People piled on people yet it’s sort of still a community.

But I’m aware this is one of the better areas and we seem to be sticking with it and Link’s taking me…

I see a shimmer.

“Is that water?”

“Yep it the canal.”

“The canal?”

“Ocean water it was leaked in after the crash a long time ago and the ship sealed things off when it was still going and when people started living here there was cuts made to reclaim sections and to open up others to the water and there’s a breach somewhere that the water is being pumped in and out from somewhere.”

“You don’t know?”

“Nope there’s a chamber out that way a hundred miles or so that we call the drain that’s like this huge whirlpool and over that way in another place there’s seven huge pipes called the Falls that dumps sea water back into the system.”

“But why is there water coming in?”

“Rumors from the council say that it’s all overflow from the lower levels.”

“Are they flooded or aren’t they flooded?”

“Nope, there’s sections that are but they say they were sealed off like the others were here.”

“So there’s sea water here and there’s fresh but where does that come from?”

“The original meta and anthro settlers got tech that we control that handles the water issues and the sewage issues.”

“Oh and hush-hush?”

“Yeah we lose that and there’s no water and then we can’t live here and we’re not exactly welcome on the surface and there’s generations too down here now.”

I nod and we head down to what’s a sort of dockside market again all sort of shanty built and the bulk of it seems like floating docks made from floatables bound together with warehousing pallets and there’s.

There’s a boat city out there…I mean the water for this canal goes all the way out until it’s just blackness. This place is huge…I mean most people even on the planet do not get what that means but it is a ship the size of a mid-sized continent. I look up and I cannot see the roof, the place wasn’t even built remotely to human scale it’s just…well it’s big enough that there’s this lake or ocean that goes on farther than I can see and that is large enough that the water moves…it has wave action.

And there’s hundreds and hundreds of boats and boat homes here and there’s the scent of brine and fish? Like a boat city.

I’m sort of getting it as I see some of the anthros that are down here and some of the mutants. Otteroids and seal types and there’s other too. There was a lot of militaries from a lot of places that used these things, marines literally especially from the Federation a long time ago when the P’hari made contact with humans and the other paranoid stellar nations followed suit and well as soon as there was soldier anthros there was slave and sex anthros and lots and lots of just bullshit and well deep enough out in space a lot of illegal things just happen because they can.

And then there’s the fact that they breed, that there’s ones here for lack of a better option out of places to live.

There’s things here but some things, some things are dearly expensive. Anything like fresh fruit and veg is at the highest unless you’re looking at some mosses and some kind of kelp and mushrooms of fish and shellfish and the like and I get some of the mushrooms and some of the moss that Link says is good.

I try that and the texture is bizarre it’s feathery and tastes like arugula greens. It’s not my favorite thing but Link seems to like it and the fact that we have mushrooms makes it up to me, it’s one food type that I actually like a fair amount.

But twenty eight dollars a pound for oranges, seventeen for lemons, six for peas and five for green beans and it’s like that as is buying meat that isn’t fish. I’m paying out and we’re getting looks and twice I catch a pair of lightfingers trying to steal from me through my TK alarms.

I don’t get violent or anything they’re just kids and yeah so am I so it’s my grabbing the hand as it’s coming in and me staring them down hard and shaking my head.

They leave looking scared, I’m a thief, from the upper streets and sometimes this would be a beat down offence down here it’s who knows but I’m not going to bash a child over trying to lift off of me.

I was that young once and it wasn’t too long into being that age when I had to hit the streets myself.

Link looks at me and she gives me a nod.

I shrug. “It was a kid.”

“And a lot of people would have done something anyways.”

“I’m not a lot of people.”

“This I’m starting to get.”

I sort of smile and I move along with her to other things and more shopping. Some is for me, I get a few sewing supplies and things and moreover it’s still food and I’m buying some canned stuff in this damaged canned goods place and there’s some that’s perfect like canned fried rice, it’s like freeze dried and lasts forever just about and then there’s other stuff it’s heavy after a while but I want her to be stocked up and I want to eat the stuff that I want to eat without stressing her reserves and being a bad guest.

Okay yeah there’s some of I’m wanting to be a good girlfriend.

Not that I’m her girlfriend or she’s mine but it’s still there, and part of me want to leave this really good sort of impression before her and Jeff really find out just how not like they think that I am…that I really am.

Even doing this, even shopping I have these plans in my head of what I’m going to do topside back home and watching things and people here too and there’s this waiting violence in the back of my head like I’m planning for another attack in my head and building all these plans of attack and ways to hurt them.

Normal people don’t daydream about violence.

I think I have a look too, there’s twice that there’s two rodent anthros and we’re getting looks and stares or I think that they’re stares and they end up not doing anything and just we sort of pass each other without incident save for the stare down thing and then we’re out of that area of Freaktown and we’re headed back into her home grounds and it’s, it’s almost gentrified by comparison really.

There’s three elven looking ones that pass us one the other side of the street and they’re looking at us. All three are women or female looking and they’re dressed pretty sort of sexy and goth like and I can feel it, the feeling of power building in Link and in them too and there’s a stare down for sure and I adjust my pace to put myself in the line of sight in between her and them.

I feel the tickle of being scanned and I flash her bodies, the bodies I found from that bastards place in the drums left like that in the sewer.

I see one flinch and she stares at me and I point at her and give her a TK poke with that. It’s not going to hurt her but it gets her attention and theirs. I waggle my finger in a no-no-no gesture. I get the stink eye and they’re rapidly looking back and forth and I still feel the buzzy sensations. They’re having a telepathic chat.

The eye thing’s a tell as far as I can tell it’s an autonomic reflex to look at someone that you can see while being telepathic with them.

I tap her on her forehead this time. I believe the ancient phrase is “Hello McFly…”

She gives me a dirty look and the three come towards us crossing the street and Link sets her things down then looks at them. “Dawn, Thea, Mandeline.”

“Josephine.” The one called Mandeline almost spits.

“Link.” I say to them.

Dawn glares at me. I don’t even set my things down. “It’s impolite to stare almost as bad as trying to thought scan without permission.”

“You can’t prove shit.”
“I’m not trying to prove your existence I’m just saying you’re fucking rude.”

She bristles. “Watch it Barbie, this isn’t the surface.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Barbie hardly for one I’m not blonde.”

“It’s slang outsider.” The one called Thea sniffs.

“I don’t care what I do care is that you tried to get into my head uninvited.”

Dawn glares. “What are you going to do outsider call the marshals?”

“Link’s right here.”

“Josephine’s an effing traitor.” That’s Mandeline again.

I raise my head. “Ahh…so you that little group of assholes.”

Mandeline shouts. “What!”

“You’re the cosplayer metas running around playing fae court and congratulating yourselves on being pretty and stuff.”

Mandeline makes a move and she has two balls of energy in her hands and they’re giving off heat and I feel Link do a thing and she has her bow out and formed and an arrow ready to let fly. There’s little wisps if ozone coming off the arrowhead.

Instead of people running I see people headed this way.

“You really want to do this ladies? I’m not in the mood to play nice.”

Dawn flicks her wrists and her fingernails become like six inches long and they suddenly look sharp.

I open a pocket in and grab some of the bullets that I have in there and float a dozen and a half out and spin then like a gatling gun. The expression on their faces change pretty fast and they back up and several anthro-canids show up with guns and used army surplus and one of them looks at me and then at Link and then at the three women.

“Stand down, unless you’re issuing a challenge you’ve all been told that this is forbidden.”

Thea frowns but she’s actually the first one to back off and she’s the only one that never drew or powered up. “This is an internal matter.”

“That matter was settled when Link settled it a long time ago, we’ve told you all and your court that’s the end of the blood feud.”

Mandeline powers down glaring at us. “Fine…fine here but it’s a big city Josephine and it’s a big ship.”

I look at her. “And I’m not one of you honey so I’m not restricted by this edict so if you want we can still do this.”

The lead dog a rotti by the look snarls. “Not on my effing watch, now look you…stand down with the gun trick…now!”

I look at him. “Fine, I’m just defending myself given how claws over there tried to climb in my head.”

He looks at her. “Did you?”

“So she says.” Dawn spits literally at our feet.

“I can bring a reader in.” He looks at me.

I float my rounds away and shift my bags in my arms. “No, she knows what she did and she knows that I caught her and that bullshit’s on her honor. I don’t need to press it.”

He looks at her. “I can still bring one in, and with all of this that you three were trying to do I can imagine that the punishment will be steep.”

Thea shrugs actually. “And you’re not going to why?”

He dog wuffle/sighs. “Because you three are going to fuck off back to your district and your zone and spend the rest of the day and night there got it?”

Dawn and Mandeline look like they want to argue it but Thea nods. “Done, and thank you for your patience sir.”

They’re doing the telepathy thing which makes the other dogs growl and shift nervously and the three of them back away and they leave Thea in the lead and she’s actually the calmest and maybe the ringleader or just the coolest head either way she’s leading them away but she shot Link this look and a smirk and the expression on Link’s face said she got a telepathic message and it pissed her off.

The rotti looks at me. “I heard you did that before, it’d kinda be a good thing if you didn’t.”

“I thought the laws were pretty cut and dry around here?”

“We make exceptions on occasion for people who can become walking fully automatic weapons.”

“Really?” I stare at him. “Maybe I should leave the city then?”

“No, no just some restraint is all please.”

Well they’re being nice and they’re not threatening me or Link and that’s saying a lot and they kind of did their job and they’re really, really not being like cops about it.

No, not a fan of the police.

They leave us and I’m looking at Link. “You okay?”

“No, but that won’t change things.”

“Suppose not, this stuff from before?”

“Yeah lesser members of the court families, they were just kids when I did what I had to do and left.”

“So little shits mouthing off and trying to make their bones?”

“Pretty much.”

“Still…you going to be okay?”

“Yes, this is shit I have to deal with it happens, it’s going to happen. It’s not like I can just walk away from it all.”

Well she can, I mean she can just say fuck it and take off, she doesn’t have to be here she’s making the choice to.

No…I’m so not saying that to her.

And I’m not asking her to move in with me.

I’m not good for her and she might not be good for me given there’s no guarantee that her trouble wouldn’t show up anyways like she and Sheppard did in my neck of the woods.

So I nod and I try to sort of look like I’m sympathetic and I sort of am it’s just I see alternatives but then again I don’t have the ties that she has here or the history.

I have things with me and my neighborhood.

This is her neighborhood.

And then there’s the fact that she’s obviously upset and everything and well what do I do about that? I like Link we’re pretty good as two people that are just sort of hooked up. But I mean it’s not a relationship and it’s not like I know her really all that well but I am with her and I do want to make this whole thing suck less.

Hmm… “You have a vid-player?”

She looks at me sort of with that mental circuit breaker on her mad on just got switched or tripped and she nods. “I’ve a digital binder. It takes mini flash chips.”

“You have any movies?”

“Some you want to watch something?”

“I was thinking about it. You know anyone that sells chips?”

She actually grins. “Lots, this is the biggest black market on New Haven.”

“Cool show the way.”

Link smiles a bit as she leads the way looking at least cheered up by the thought of another mini-adventure and she takes me to this…well it’s some sort of open area or it was but where there would be maybe lamp posts there’s metal beams and girders like an unfinished building or something but it’s draped with cloth and flags and stuff like an old school bazar.

It’s a great big and really cheesy but worldly or rather other worldly flea market.

As in a whole lot of everyone and anyone else’s throw away things that might be remotely good is piled high here and a lot of stuff that’s been shipped in that’s odd or crap.

Including movies in dozens of different forms and the standard of course is mini-flash-chips about one centimeter wide and two long they hold either all the stuff related to a movie on it or in the case of shitty movies ten or so or like a season of television shows.

And it’s mostly all crap, but some of it looks like it might be funny crap. I’m actually pretty well versed in this stuff.

When you’re on the run, you hole up a lot. And you hide and stay hid sometimes as long as you can and sometimes you play a lot of videogames and read a lot of books and you watch a lot of movies.

A huge part of survival is keeping your mind off of things sometimes to have a distraction from things.

Because sometimes your life is too horrible to face without it a whole lot of the time.

I get a lot of these and some are actually for me and some are for us to watch and I get a few incidental odds and ends that are just things I want just because. Kids toys and marbles super glue and those mini canisters for the foamer pots for like whipped cream and air-soft guns, Allen keys and really small tools for glasses and watches and really small drill bits for like making small things like jewelry and socket wrench heads and screw driver head tips and all these things that I can use.

And zip ties, I get like bags and bags of those and cheap large garbage bags too.

Then we’re heading back to her place together.

I’m actually glad to get there we were out a lot longer than I thought and using my powers as the whole TK proximity alarm and the stuff with those Dark fae girls and all the walking and shopping I’m a little done in, well more in need of a bit of down time and to relax off of my feet is closer I guess.

We get in and we lock the doors and set things down and…

Nothing is going to spoil right away with the things that we bought so I take her by the hand into her bedroom and to the bed and fall-flop onto her bed and pull her down with me.

“Rikki!”

“Come here, just lie down with me awhile I’m bushed.”

“We should put stuff away that might spoil.”

“Most of the fresh stuff we’re going to cook the rest will be okay for a little while you wore me out with all the tramping.”

“Next time pedi-cab then?”

“They have those here?”

“Yaaa of course we don’t have a lot of stuff but those and litters are actually businesses down here.”

“Okay I’ve never so yeah….besides…”

“Besides?”

“You need the hug.”

“I need the hug?”

“Yes, movie shopping and the flea market place was fun and it was distracting but it’s still there.”

Link nods and she sighs. “Yeah….but everything helped y’know.”

“Then let me help some more.”

“Okay…And Rikki…”

“Yeah…you’re welcome.”

She lets out this tired breath and I spoon with here and hug her a little tighter.

I’m not one of those people but even still sometimes, even having just someone to hold you even if it’s just for like half an hour is a huge help.

Someone should write a book on ‘The truths of being alone.’ or something.

We actually just lay there for a little while and we end up just dozing. I sort of come too when my less tired meets needing to use the bathroom and then there’s the thought of food.

I get up and actually get undressed slipping out of all my things and then slipping into a baggy guys t-shirt and boxer shorts which I like sometimes over panties and I pad out to the bathroom and start getting things set out from my things that I’ve bought and got on the other shopping trip and I’m putting the food out and it’s like I said mostly canned stuff and dried stuff and boxed stuff but there a few of the whole other things too.

We have the veggies and the meat I got since fish is the staple here we really didn’t go for that and I use the chopped meat which looks like beef and I mean “looks” and it smells okay but I take it and I add salt and a good amount of pepper and then a little shake of instant coffee and some liquid gravy maker and mix it together. I take an onion and fine chop it and slice up a lot of mushrooms and get the chopped beef into patties and I cheat…I do them loosely but not too badly and I wrap them in their own little TK force.

The rest of pretty easy I shell the peas and clip the beans and I peel two potatoes and I get the peas and beans on and the potatoes cubed up and cooking and then it’s draining them saving the water and then adding some instant potatoes to the cooked ones after I drain off about half of the water and save that with the veggie water and I flip the burgers which flip perfectly non-stuck from my TK layer.

I add in the onions and mushrooms and let them sear in the meat-fats before adding some more of the gravy maker and the saved water from the veggies and potatoes and I turn it to simmer I look up and see Link sitting at the sort of counter thing she has smiling with her hair loose and she’s in a sleep t-shirt but she’s doing the chin on hand thing.

“It’s kind of awesome that you’re cooking.”

“I like to eat and it is cheaper.”

She nods. “Still, this is nice and the place smells great.”

“Just Salisbury steaks and mushroom and onion gravy with mashed potatoes and peas and beans.”

“That’s not just that’s…that’s stiff I usually don’t get to eat a whole lot…and have cooked for me like never.”

I smile.

“You can set up the movies and stuff.”

“Sure.” She leans over the counter thing and she gives me a kiss that’s…

I think it was a you mean something kiss.

I’m not going to freak out about it but I’m not going to read too much into this too because…well it’s just me.

And it is looking like she might be at least like a Jeff level of relationship though.

And maybe that’s sort of a complication that I might just have to live with like him.

Supper doesn’t take a whole lot longer than that and she comes over and we do the get our servings right out of the pots and pans while their still on the stove/cooking area and then head over and sit on the sofa thing and she has her computer on a couple of plastic pop crates and at just the right level and we sit and we lean on each other and we eat and start watching movies.

I’m glad I made as much as I did because we have two helpings each and end up doing that stuff and against each other holding and completely relaxing thing and just watching movies.

I’m a big fan of things like action movies and shows and Link likes comedies and romantic comedies and I can take them or leave them because it’s hard to really identify with the characters for me.

After about two movies I slip off the couch to the floor and Link looks at me. “What?”

“This is cool but I have work to do.”

“Work?”

“On my gear.”

“Oh…okay cool need help?”

“No…I’m good.”

She nods and slips into my warm spot and stretches out and starts watching another flick and I move things out and I go and I start to get to work.

The under suit is first and that’s that breathable sport material and I’m using My TK to knit the cloth together unweaving parts after the cutting and then reweaving them together to be seamless and I start to do the same for the other things.

Thick tank styled armorcloth layered shirt sort of like a bullet proof vest but lighter despite the layers and then after that making a military styled tactical vest/jacket with all of the pockets and more even added to the sleeves all make from the armorcloth I need pockets and pouches for my toys and tricks.

My utility belt is next and that’s just some of the regular fabric but pretty heavy duty stuff and it’s again pretty military looking this will be for all of my tools and such instead of my weapons and the like.

The pants are the same too and I’m going for a loose leg that’s easy to move and to fight in and has some good utility pockets at the same time and it’s a bit of trial and error a few times to get it all right.

And I make a mask; it’s sort of a balaclava with two woven to be a longer neck to cover my throat area up and the head has fake leather TK sewn to it but I leave room for it to stretch to fit and I leave the eyes open like a sort of ninja look or SWAT look to it and that’s because I don’t want my eyes obstructed. I do make holes for glasses and I have a pair of those blue lensed night time hunting/shooting glasses.

Glasses are different than goggles or too close eye holes or that sewn in lenses in a mask thing that some people do. Especially shooting glasses which is why they wear them in the field so much.

I even go into putting patches on. These take time and I’m using blank patches and silver thread and make a rook chess piece on them and on the back of my jacket the same thread but I make it shaped like a crow/raven in flight but like a top view…there’s a cult comic called The Crow…my rook, my white raven symbol is that sort of shape on the back of my battle jacket.

The whole thing is a whole lot of work and a lot of concentration as I’m grabbing thread or fabric threads and unweaving and re-weaving then and doing the pockets and the pouches and then the embroidery.

I stop and see Link with two coffees. “That’s amazing, Fabric manipulation?”

“Huh?”

“You can manipulate fabric.”

“No…I’ve never heard of such a thing…it is a thing right?”

She nods and takes a sip of hers and then looks at me. “TK? You did that all with TK?”

I nod and sigh at the drink of coffee; it’s hitting that really wanting a hot drink craving.

“Rook…you’ve been doing that for like three hours.”

I lean back and stretch rubbing at my back. “I know I got into it and my back’s feeling it.”

“Your back’s feeling it what about the rest of you, you’ve been doing like I don’t even know how complex of telekinetics for like three hours your brain should be mush.”

I smile at her. “You’re exaggerating I’m doing very small power level things and I’m just shifting power to compensate.”

“Huh?”

“Well I’m not going really out of touching range, so all that energy that I would be using to do this from across the room isn’t being used so I’m using that energy off instead.”

She’s looking at me again. “Do you know how much control you have to have to do that?”

“I live in my TK Link, I have crappy range and compared to some my lift weight is next to zilch so I’ve grown up to use what I have by doing whatever I have to do with what I have.”

“You know that’s still completely uncommon and I’ve never seen any mover do what you did with the bullets.”

“Yeah well that took a lot of working out but it can be done like the thing with the bus.”

She points her mug at me. “And that too, you said you couldn’t lift a lot of weight but you still did that.”

I shrug and smile. “I have my secrets it’s part of my charm.”

Link looks frustrated and amused at the same time. “It is dammit.”

I finish my coffee and I start getting everything on and finish it all with leather gloves those thin ones you see as the fancy type on TV as presents and stuff for women and black combat/hiking boots.

I’m moving around and getting a feel for it and Link looks at me and gives me a thumbs up while she’s yawning. “Looks good kinda paramilitary though.”

“I wanted lots of pockets.”

“I thought that you’d go all cape and cowl spooky like.”

I look at her as I’m actually fitting my gear in to all the pouches and pockets and slots. “No capes.”

My Super Secret life…Villain-19.

*Before…

I shrug and smile. “I have my secrets it’s part of my charm.”

Link looks frustrated and amused at the same time. “It is dammit.”

I finish my coffee and I start getting everything on and finish it all with leather gloves those thin ones you see as the fancy type on TV as presents and stuff for women and black combat/hiking boots.

I’m moving around and getting a feel for it and Link looks at me and gives me a thumbs up while she’s yawning. “Looks good kinda paramilitary though.”

“I wanted lots of pockets.”

“I thought that you’d go all cape and cowl spooky like.”

I look at her as I’m actually fitting my gear in to all the pouches and pockets and slots. “No capes.”

*And Now…

Link is smiling and she looks at me. “So why like this aren’t like costumes and stuff all the rage up on the surface?’

I roll my eyes. “I’m not a white hat Link and I’m not part of big-gay-villain theatre I don’t want or need to run around looking like I fell out of a comic book or a cheesy cartoon.”

She’s smiling. “You sound like people here.”

I look at her. “Uhm…no, while I think that there’s some folks down here Link that are like pretty reasonable and that they’re surviving as best they can there’s just as many screwy things here as there are up there but I know things up there, it’s my world.”

She nods. “It’s never really been mine, but there’s lots of people that come down here to stay.”

I look at her. “I don’t mind it here really it’s just not my life Link.”

We share a look and then a light kiss and she nods. “You still need that help though, you’re alone up there and there’s not exactly a lot of people there to train with that don’t want you to sign up long term with them or like put you in jail.”

I nod because that’s pretty much true anyone that can train a meta is either big time criminal outfits, terrorists or the military or spooks from elsewhere here recruiting…even the Ark Angels and Halo have contracts for their trainees to sign.

Here at least it seems that in might be a commodity seeing as the whole place is a community of mutants of one kind or another.

We head off and she locks her place up and then she takes me in another direction and that’s more towards the walls were we parted ways with Shepherd but we actually don’t go to where they’re at exactly but to this area that looks pretty different, it’s built from things from the ship and it’s very close to a surface sort of design except it’s towers.

I’m going to assume they used pipes and they’re big ones but you actually can’t tell that by looking at then they’re very well designed and they’re so done and redone that you can’t tell that they’re recycled.

I can feel myself walking into these overlapping blankets of power of some kind and even Link seems to notice it and I look over to her.

“This is The Alcove; it’s where the most knowledgeable Meta’s in Freaktown have gathered here under truce to study our lives and genes and powers Rook, really just about anything about us.”

“So lots of overlapping energy things then?”

She nods. “It’s dangerous here so watch yourself.”

“Oh? Attitudes?”

“No experiments, training goofs and lots of other things but since some of the most powerful know Meta’s and unknown ones are here the mood is surprisingly decent.”

We walk in and she’s getting the usual response of smiles. Except on her own Fae-Meta grounds Link is pretty well liked here and me…well here it seem that I’m not even considered that much or I’m getting a few curious stares.

It’s a big place each tower’s about five hundred feet wide.

Yeah and it’s a pipe.

When you’re down here you miss that sometimes, the face it’s not a cave above us but metal and that the things that ran this thing ages ago were huge and that this whole ship is rumored and reliably rumored to be the size of a large continent.

But five hundred feet… that’s like easily eight or ten houses long in most places and this place is full of people and of course people that are doing things.

Sorry Ark Angels about your Halo Meta School Hogwarts already exists and there’s even that whole magic town all around it full of fantastic creatures.

And I should remember all of that stuff from that whole mythology, with there definitely being people to look out for here and dangerous politics too.

I take stock of myself especially since I’m getting looks in likely how I’m dressed as much as I’m a new person and there’s a few that I’m sure that is because I’m here with Link.

She seems though to be better though of here.

But there’s some that definitely seem like they’re taking notes of her being here and me being here with her.

“So this place is like The big deal here?”

“The Alcove is sort of the seat for the powers that be down here and they hold like a sort of council and things but it’s also like all of the things that make up Freaktown’s whole community structure and stuff.”

“So it’s city hall?”

“With less red tape and more powers as well as sort of being our university.”

“University?”

“We keep records and we study here too and even down here we need education and stuff to actually live and keep things working.”

“So you have degrees?”

“No, nothing like that…well sort of something like that we go by the guild system down here more than anything.”

We go and she sort of shows the guild wall with the patches for the trades and plain is apprentice and a white border is a journeyman and a copper border is tradesman and gold is a master of the craft.

It’s definitely interesting, and I’m seeing already another sort of clash from her to the surface.

There’s a whole lot of conservative assholes that won’t remotely ever respect this sort of education especially with it coming from mutie culture.

Link takes me through a few doors and then to a set of stairs and there’s a checkpoint with people there with a few people that look like they’re powered and definitely mutants as one has reddish skin and he’s very muscled in an abnormal way and the other is sheet white and she’s has eyes that look like a cat’s and she seems like she might have been Asian before her changes.

Both are wearing flash-patches for the guardsmen here.

The woman is giving me looks.

I look back and there’s some tension there. Not like she knows me or has a reason to dislike me but she seems like she’s a fighter type.

Sizing me up I think.

And then we’re going up spiral stairs so we’re in one of the pipes I think. It’s well made but still very basic. Scavenged goods welded into place but with decent care and someone really tried to have all of this at least be uniform as possible.

It’s one of the things that sort of speaks to me here in Freaktown.

Ever since I ran it’s been me and myself and my whole life is scavenge and steal really.

But I still am going home.

I made that home it’s mine and then there’s the whole thing with me and being rook and the neighborhood. That’s mine too.

Besides my cat must be freaking out now.

We stop on a floor and the pipe is big enough like I said to have floors and Link rings a doorbell and a woman comes to the door and I can feel the psi on her and she’s looking at me and she nods to both of us.

“Link, you have a friend?”

Link nods and smiles. “Yes Ma’am. This is Rook, Rook this is Rita she’s one of the elders here and a member of the council as well as being a powerful reader.”

“A reader of what?” I ask.

Rita looks at me. “Everything, I’m a scanner and I can feel things and intuit them as well have seen more than my fair share of things so I might be able to help you.”

“Help me with what?”

“Understanding your powers more.”

I look at her, stare and she’s looking back at me and it’s not a stare it’s something else, something softer but it’s steady and I can sort of feel something coming off of her….that she means me no harm…that she’s honest.
And I think that this is me doing it because her eyebrows just rose a little.

“I can help you with figuring out that too.”

I smile a little because this time her expression in wry and she looks like she was making a joke out of it.

“Okay…I think we can do this so how does it work?”

She moves and walks us over to a set of couches that are likely mismatched but have matching blanket covers over them and they are cute.

Okay yes cute, they have potted flowers on them and there’s cats playing and while I’m kind of sort of not a girl I kind of sort of am too.

Despite things, part of me has learned to sort of embrace these things.

And Rita despite being who and what she is comes across as a middle aged sort of aunt.

And she even has a glass dish with candies in it and she goes and makes us tea.

The tea is really third rate.

There’s so much here that just isn’t things that normals have or people like them have, people on the surface.

I sort of feel kind of guilty.

I mean I have better tea in my cupboard and I barely use it.

Rita smiles in a kind way. “We’d appreciate anything you’d bring Rook.”

“You weren’t in my head?”

“Not without permission and my powers don’t exactly work that way.”

“Then how did you?”

“I’m a reader and that includes facial expressions, I’m afraid my poor tea was written all over your face and well the rest I could guess from where you’re at.”

“Yeah so need to wear my mask more.”

I’m not too happy with myself over that whole thing. I need to have a better poker face really.

But Rita’s smile is somewhat comforting.
She settles across from me and she holds out her hand and I take it and she takes out a little rubber jet ball. “Now I’m going to start to read you and I’m going to feel out your powers and how they work and hopefully revealing that energy and where it comes from and goes to will help us define what you are and how you do the things that you do.”

I look at her. “So just play with the ball?”

“Just play with the ball Neo.”

I scrunch my face up, that’s such an old thing, ancient actually but somethings like that and Jedi things just never died out.

I reach out to the ball with my mind and I lift it and I start to move it too and then bounce it. Bouncing a ball with telekinetics is one thing but try to keep it up, try dribbling the ball and you discover a whole universe of all these micro-variables that are trying to work on the ball that you never think of until you’re actually trying to control it non-physically.

It’s not just grip but it’s feeling the spin the alterations of the spin as it bounces each time and it’s something that I have played with actually a lot.

I had found a few discarded golf balls and a few tennis balls when I was younger and I was on the streets and yeah you have to learn control but it’s also something to do.

Out there on the streets in hiding and cold and starving and afraid to go anywhere when you are wanted by the cops.

Rita feels odd, I can feel this sort of pull on my powers rather than an invasion and that’s actually better but it’s also risky for her.

That has to leave you open.

Brave lady.

There’s other test too that she has me do and there’s building a model with telekinetics and then doing one of those shifting puzzle cube things and even making a paper airplane and flying it but also controlling how it flies and for how long that I can keep that up.

The trick with that is that I can feel the way that the air behaves in relation to the paper and I can actually adjust the paper to react to that.

Okay that took some time, it also took me making flaps and using those and even charging the plane with my telekinetics to change the way the friction with the air behaves.

Forty six minutes is sort of the limit that I can do here with one through and the air flow in her quarters.

Okay it’s a little gratifying to see her staring at me in surprise.

And then it’s weights, and how much I can do and pressure I can exert on something.

It’s not all of my tricks but she’s not asking for things that I can do she’s just asking me to do things that she wants me to do.

My lift is actually up some I’m trembling with thirty eight pounds and that’s floating it at a crawl. Raw power wise I’m utter shit when it comes to telekinetics.

But it is more than I could do.

We finish and she’s looking at me.

“You’re a meta psi.”

“Meta psi?” Well that sort of makes sense given my body.

A meta psi is a mutant with psi abilities and often those come with having some mutations and also on occasion there’s other things that aren’t psionics that are meta abilities.

“Yes, first and foremost you’re a psi and you’re a telekinetic but you also have a strong psi-body field that’s the sort of psi-awareness and blocking that you have. It’s middling common actually and a defense against other psionics. It’s a sort of natural defense in psi-evolution against others that might be able to lash out at you with other non-physical psi attacks.”

I nod. ‘Okay that makes sense can I strengthen it?”

She nods. “With training and practice yes, but defensive powers are harder than most to evolve.”

I nod. “That makes sense since they’re passive.”

She smiles. “I can actually help you with that if you’re willing.”

I take a drink of the tea and make a face. “I’m willing once I can work some things out on the surface with my surface live and everything.”

Rita says. “Of course, there’s no rush right?”

I shrug. “Not yet but who knows?”

She takes a drink of her tea and looks at me. “Your meta-ability though plays directly into your psi powers.”

“My meta ability?”

“You’re able to sense and absorb and manipulate kinetic energy.”

“Oh…well doesn’t all telekinetic people do that?”

“No, most have no clue how to feel out how to change the relationship of the way things move and the relationship between that and physics and then even use the power in things like momentum…that just can’t do it but you my dear can do that and more I think.”

“So that means?”

“That means that your facility in tee-kay is based largely on that, you don’t just release force but you can control it and shape those forces. It’s why you can do all of those things that you can do.”

“Oh…that too makes a whole lot of sense.”

My head’s already running with the possibilities, I mean I’d been going on the assumption I was just a TK psionic but this means a whole lot more….hugely more.

I take a breath and lean back. “So anything else?”

“You’re still in stage two of mutation though it’s slowed right now to a crawl.”

Oh…oh well that’s not good.

Stage one is when you first develop power, it’s even hidden in most parts and then there’s stage two when you are going through physical changes as your powers manifest…this is basically saying I’m still mutating.

“So will I become a biological female?”

“No, that’s not where I think things are heading for you. I think that you’re going to become something else somewhere in the middle of things at least sexually.”

“So can you tell where my mutations are going to be heading towards?”

“No right now it’s far too slow for me to have any sort of a read on it. If anything you’re even pretty static.”

“Static?”

“Slower, I don’t think you’ll be changing a whole lot anytime soon.”

“Oh.”

“Including aging Rook, you might be this way for quite a while; you might even age slower than other people do.”

“Like Link?”

“Link’s is related to her healing factor actually which many of the Fae meta’s seem to have.”

That’s actually good to know; I have a feeling I did less than ingratiate myself to the ones that don’t like Link. It might take some doing to fight one of them if it ever comes to that.

I look at Rita. “Is there anything else?”

She shakes her head. “No, not really or rather not at this time.”

I take a breath and I sit back.

“So what do I owe you?”

“Nothing.”

I look at her. “Nothing?”

“Nothing Rook, I do this for people like us because knowing is so very, very important.”

“Hence valuable.”

Rita smiles and she gets up. “For me this is a thing I do for free, it’s a spiritual thing for me even. It helps the meta community for as many of us to know what we can do and what we can’t do.”

We’re looking at each other and she’s just so open…and dammit if I don’t actually believe her too.

I shake my head to clear it.

“Well thank you then I’ll try and pay it forwards.”

“That’s a good idea, but I wouldn’t mind some tea if you happen to bring some the next time that you’re down here.”

I smile at that. “Deal then, I will at least bring some tea.”

I look around and Link’s not there but I find her outside talking to Shepherd about something and she looks at me and she smiles. “How’d it go?”

“Fine, sort of disappointing.”

She tilts her head. “Disappointing?”

“Apparently I’m still mutating and it’s super slow now that it’s started and I’m not going to become a girl anytime soon.”

Shepard looks at me but doesn’t say anything.

It’s nice that some folks have manners about all of this.

Link however asks. “You want to be a girl?”

“I’m a good deal there already actually going all the way would make my life easier.”

Link says. “Or not, it’s no picnic being a girl.”

I look at her. “Yeah true but it’d go a long way in my life to actually have something up top.”

She nods. “I can sort of see that, and you look good while stuffed.”

I shrug and pull my hood back up but leave my mask where it is. Link looks at me. “Anything else interesting?”

“Actually yes and lots to think about and to train with and for.”

Shepherd looks at me. “Come train with us.”

“I do my powers training alone mostly.”

“You’re Rook out of The Brickworks, you’ve been fighting and you have been lucky so far honestly. Come and guest with us for a while and we can show you some actual fighting.”

I look at him and it’s really tempting to take him up on his offer but... “Sorry I can’t right now I have a cat at home that needs me and I’ve been gone way too long plus I have other obligations.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure; actually I will be headed out today.”

Link asks. “Now?”

Okay she sounds disappointed and I kind of like that she sounds disappointed.

“Yeah I think that’d be best but if you two want to come with me then maybe we can figure something out for me getting things to you in the way of supplies.”

Shepherd nods and doesn’t push me. “I’ll escort you to where you can find your way out and we’ll appreciate the help too.”

We go together with Link to get my things and she and I have a few seriously pleasurable moments together while Shepherd goes off to find us a ride or so he says and after that and getting cleaned up we head down to meet him at the base of her blockhouse and he has a heavy truck and we get is and we start to head out which takes a while for the crowds in the streets and then we’re out of there and we’re off to the outside.

Well not the outside but outside of Freaktown and then there’s like all the rest of this place here underground.

There’s a lot of looks there, mixes of hope and despair and those that have these looks of envy and more.

I guess all of the gates have these shanty towns here and it’s not just anthros or meta’s but everyone that can’t make it up on the surface, can’t even make it on the streets there or had to leave them because their desperate.

Or their loved ones are desperate…I think I see families here unlike mine.

Parents that gave everything to stay with their child even when they became something they didn’t understand.

It’s a quiet drive and we’re still keeping watch the entire time while we’re driving through the place. It might be huge here and there might be large sections where there’s no light between the ship sources that are making light…and that’s where you find people living and huddled or using them as way-stations until they get to the gates of Freaktown.

We’re staying on guard because there’s dangers here.

Gangs and raiders and sometimes who knows what might take a run at us.

Shepherd doesn’t seem too worried though even is all of his holsters are unfastened.

I suppose you’re down here long enough.

Then we get to the other place where I have to wear the hood and that’s not fun but I can get why.

I’m an ally, sure Link and I have been lovers but that’s not enough for them not to be cautious.

And it’s a long drive up and out of there and I do recognize the tunnel that she and I came in through when the hood comes off.

Shepherd parks.

He’s not going outside the tunnel unless he has to.

I don’t blame him that’s dangerous unless there’s enough gain.

And I have a special phone number to call and they’ll get ahold of me at a place we agreed on to meet at and that’s the old carpet factory on Fontaine road. That’s in my district but out in the industrial side of things and yet it’s on the older edges of that area and it’s been closed and used as a general squat for ages now.

Link’s looking at me and she takes my hands.

“I’m going to miss you Rook.”

“I’ll miss you too, we had a good time.”

She’s looking at me. “Just a good time?”

I know what she wants but that’s just going to lead to us getting involved in things and she has a lot of things that I’m not sure that I want to get involved with.

“More than that but I’m not ready or willing to walk out on my life here Link, I’ve worked my ass off to get where I’m at right now.”

She sighs. “Yeah I know it’s just we were really good together.”

“We’re still good together we’re just not going to be together all the time y’know. I’ll be back, I’ll be around.”

She steps in and we kiss and we kiss and it’s something pretty damned special too with a whole lot of passion there and promises too.

A kiss with a promise to miss you is a powerful thing.

I break the kiss and I do my telekinetic force ball roller blades and I slide backwards and pull my mask down and then I spin and turn and I’m out of the tunnels and onto the pavement and headed for home as fast as I can skate.

Knowing what I know now I can feel the difference in the powers, that I’m making energy I actually tap all of the time and I can manipulate that power too…I feed that motion of the skates and the velocity and then my skate motion and I’m picking up speed and then I get to a city bus and I bleed off power from the bus and I whip out and through the traffic.

Yes, yes, yes this is more like it, much more like it.

I have to be going at least ninety kilometers per hour now and I think that’s the limit right now of what I’m doing but it’s enough…on two feet it’s plenty enough and I make my way back into my own neighborhood just past dark and I’m not there on my streets ten minutes when I hear a woman crying out in pain and there’s sobbing as A guy’s there in a fairly pricey leather jacket and nice clothes yelling at three teenaged girls.

“You fuckin owe my money bitches! I gave you this alley so you could suck and fuck good off these guys here at the plant.”

There’s a girl on the ground that’s the one crying and the one that’s been beaten and she’s saying. “They’re not buying there’s like barely anyone working Jack, it’s not our fault!”

He backhands her again and she reels and she’s sobbing.

I come in fast and I kick him as I’m sliding in…right in his chest and I release all my force through that foot and that brings me to a sudden halt.

Jack…not so much.

He goes a dozen feet into the alley wall and he screams in shock and pain and surprise and I drop my stuff and reach behind me and I swing the spiked mace into his hand as it was reaching for something.

A pistol falls out.

He’s screaming and holding his fairly mangled hand and I swing again right down at the knee of the hand that I hurt because it’s harder for him to defend and there’s a great crunch.

Ooooh this is a really effective weapon, seriously I’ve never really used this before.

I pull the gun into my hand and switch the safety on and I put it in a pocket.

He’s screaming. “You! You fucking freak what gives you the right to assault me!”

“You assaulted them; I just assumed it was somehow suddenly okay.”

“Don’t worry I won’t kill you Jack, but you can spread the message that I’m back.”

He tries to defend the other knee but he only has one good hand to do it with and that’s what I hit and he’s howling in pain and he’s shitting himself and I spin the mace with my fingers a few times building energy up and kinetics.

“No more pimps, the girls can work here however the fuck that they want to but no more pimps…no more Jacks.”

I don’t do the knee instead I shatter the pavement beside him with a blow that makes a yard wide set of cracks in the pavement and he’s freaking out and curled up and cowering.

I take his wallet, his drugs, and his phone and car keys.

I dial 911. “Hello police this is Rook, there’s a girl beating pimp over on the garbage pick-up alley beside Carter Mufflers. He’ll need an ambulance and he had a gun too.”

I take all of his cash the entire wad and I take his driver’s license too and the rest the gun and the drugs and the phone I toss into his car along with the keys and I lock everything.

I leave skating off towards Jack’s address on his license.

There’s a smile on my face under the mask.