But the house was a no-go. There was something decomposing in the living room. Some sort of beast, the likes of which Lucas had never seen or even read about.
It had two heads…
Lucas didn’t bother to tell Michelle about the strange alien corpse resting in the property beside theirs. They had enough on their plates as it was. Though Lucas couldn’t help but wonder… two heads? What sort of creature had two heads?
A mutated one…
Was it surprising there were mutated creatures?
Supers were a form of mutants, weren’t they?
Lucas returned to the middle house, and finding Michelle, they set off back towards their house on the outskirts of Buxworth Town. The girls should have packed by now. As they drove, Lucas kept an eye out for cars parked by the side of the road. It wouldn’t hurt to have another vehicle.
Most were obviously damaged. Parked by the side of the road, some were completely crunched, as if an elephant had slept on it. Others had windows smashed, doors riddled with bullet holes. A couple seemed fine, but when they stopped to take a look, both had missing engines.
“We could always take one that passes us?” Lucas volunteered, after checking the third car that seemed fine only to find it did not turn on. Dead battery.
“From the Normies?” Michelle asked, eyes wide. “Have they not suffered enough?”
“We could take it from a gang member,” Lucas said.
He glanced down the road at the approaching BMW 3 Series, its windows tinted.
The car slowed as it passed them.
Through the tinted windows, Lucas could make out a guy staring at them, a guy who seemed to be wearing shades. He grinned at the thought of someone sitting in a tinted car and wearing sunglasses.
The car passed them, only to stop and reverse.
“Here we go,” Lucas said, his hand slid inside his coat where it held the cold and comforting grip of his 9mm pistol.
The door to the BMW opened and a guy carrying an assault rifle in hand stepped out.
“How can I help you?” Lucas asked.
The guy wasn’t alone in the car. There was a girl in the driver’s seat, and two more seated in the back. They remained in the car, not even looking out, completely uninterested by this possible confrontation.
The guy glanced at their car parked by the side of the road. He nodded at it. “Where’d you get it?”
“Stole it from some gang,” Micelle replied. She was wearing a summery dress, just about passable in the autumn month, it didn’t leave any space to hide potential weapons.
The guy took her in, thinking as much, he noticed Lucas’s hand hiding inside his coat. “You’re not Supers,” the guy said, confident.
“Are you sure?” Michelle asked.
The guy nodded. “You’re holding a gun inside your coat.”
“Yup,” Lucas nodded back, grinning. It had been awhile since he’d had to go up against a competent Normie.
“Supers don’t carry guns, hence, you’re both Normies,” he continued, now apparently showing off his deductive skills, which would normally have been accurate. “This area is now ruled by the Flying Eagles gang,” he said.
“I don’t care which stupid gang thinks it’s ruling this town,” Michelle growled, unhappy the guy had discounted her as a threat. “Once I become Mayor, I’m going to kick you all out.”
The guy frowned. “Once you become Mayor?” he repeated. “Only Supers become Mayors and-” he stopped and really stared at Michelle.
She was a pretty girl. She wore a bright flowery summer dress that came down to her knees. To match with them, she wore white Reeboks. There was nothing about her to suggest he should be worried.
“That your bitch?” he asked. “Cuz if she is, you need to leash her,” he grinned and looked back, as if seeking approval from those still seated in the BMW. But if they even heard his remark, they certainly didn’t care.
Lucas sighed. “Dude, you’re probably going to die now. She’s a Super. She’s the one that killed Mayor Carcass.”
“Fuck off,” the guy scoffed.
“It’s true,” Lucas said. He took his hand out of his coat pocket, letting go of the gun. “We’re going to need the car,” he said.
It turned out the girl sitting in the front of the BMW car was listening to their conversation. She turned her head sharply, a gun in her hand, she pointed it loosely in his direction. Lucas didn’t enjoy being shot at. He doubted anyone really did. But normal Supers, they could take a bullet much better than he could.
Despite that, he didn’t flinch at the sight of the gun, nor did he move to take cover.
The gang member stood uncertainly, his eyes shifted from Michelle to Lucas before he glanced back. As he stared at the girl seated in the driver’s seat, an understanding passed between them. When he turned once more to face them, Lucas could see the uncertainty in his eyes was no longer there.
He’d made his mind up.
There was going to be a fight.
The gang member was quick to pull the trigger. Lucas could almost admire him. If the situation were reversed, he would have done the same. Except, he would have fired at Michelle, who had a higher chance of being a Super, based on the fact she was confident as fuck for a girl with no visible weapons.
The gang member didn’t make that choice. He fired at Lucas.
The bullets struck him across the chest, but on his bullet proof coat. Lucas fell back and hit the ground. Beside him, Michelle’s hands blazed blue. The gang member turned to her, eyes wide in horror, he realised his mistake, realised the real threat.
But it was too late.
A ball of blue struck him on the chest and sent flying over the car. There was a scramble in the BMW as all of those inside suddenly realised the danger. But Michelle wasn’t done. She shot another two balls of blue at the car and sent it toppling over, Normies still inside.
Lucas climbed to his feet, wincing from the pain his chest felt. “Stop,” he grumbled, as Michelle readied to fire another round. He grabbed her by the wrists and lowered her hands. “Jesus,” he muttered, as he felt her body shaking with fury. “Calm down.”
Normally, telling an angry person to calm down was the worst thing to do. But in this case, it actually worked. Michelle did calm down. Her fists unclenched; the blue faded away. Her breathing returned to normal.
She pulled her hands free from his grip and turned to face him, her face tight, her hair tussled. “That asshole didn’t even look at me!” she fumed.
“The guy you just blasted over the car?” Lucas asked. “Pretty sure he checked you out,” he commented.
“That’s not how I want to be noticed,” Michelle growled. “I’m a fucking Super!”
Lucas nodded at the overturned car and the Normies that struggled to scramble out of it. “They definitely know you’re a Super now,” he muttered.
He went to help them, extending his hand for the girl that had been driving the car. She glanced up at him, fear in her eyes, she took it tentatively before her grip tightened. Lucas pulled her to her feet and pushed her back against the tipped car.
He scanned her for injuries, and satisfied she was fine, he let go of her and stepped back.
“Lucas,” the girl muttered. “You’re Lucas, aren’t you?”
It wasn’t often Lucas was surprised. But this was one of those times. He leaned forward and stared at the girl. Dark eyes, pale face, red hair. Hannah had red hair, but this wasn’t Hannah, he was sure of that.
“Do I know you?”
The girl shook her head.
“How do you know my name?”
“You’re famous,” the girl replied.
“He is?” Michelle asked, coming to stand by him, her shoulder rubbed against his as her arms folded across her chest. “What about me?” she asked. “Am I famous too?”
“Uh-” the girl hesitated, knowing the reputation Supers had, and having already had her car blasted upside down.
“Well?” Michell
e snapped. “I either am, or I’m not. Which one is it?”
“Uh… you might be?” the girl said, wincing in anticipation of being hurt. When no balls of blue struck her, she asked “Are uh… are you Michelle?”
“I am… How’d you know?” she murmured.
The girl slapped across the arm one of her crew members standing beside her. “Get me the poster,” she snapped.
The guy dropped to his knees and poked his head through the smashed window of the upside down car. Rummaging inside, he found the aforementioned poster and gave it to the girl, who then passed it to Michelle, doing a curtsey in the process.
Michelle took the poster and stared at it. “Fuck me,” was her response.
“Yeah, sure. Tonight?” Lucas said, grinning.
“Really?” Michelle frowned. “You’ve got girls throwing themselves at you, and you pretend like they don’t exist? Yet you make that sort of joke like you’re some desperate creep?”
“Give me that,” Lucas muttered, snatching the poster off her hands.
There was a picture of him on it.
An artist’s impression of him, sure, but it was damned accurate.
Standing beside him was a girl. The only way to describe her was to say, she looked very much like a Superhero, one drawn by a fifteen year old. A fifteen year old virgin.
She had large tits. Her nipples showed through the skimpy top she wore. She had an hourglass figure, and she wore a skirt that caved in to show the lines of her pussy.
She did have red hair and a splatter of freckles across her cheeks. That was about the only resemblance the image had with Michelle.
Written at the top of the page was the word WANTED. And following that were two names, Lucas and Michelle.
“We’re wanted?” Lucas asked.
“Yup,” the gang member said, nodding grimly. “Wanted by Mayor Vengeance.”
“He’s already won?” Michelle asked, her face pale, her body tilted back.
Lucas rushed to grab hold of her as she fell back. Her skin now rivalled Casper, the reputably friendly ghost. He lay her on the ground. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“Is it?” Michelle asked. “Is it really going to be okay?”
Lucas met her eyes and saw the terror in them. The easiest thing to do would have been to lie. To say that yes, everything was going to be fine.
But he didn’t believe it. Not this time. This was Mayor Carcass, but apparently with a fucking brain and the ability to move with insane speed. Mayor Carcass was arrogant, and that was his downfall.
But Vengeance?
Sure, the fucker was a creep.
But he was a smart creep.
They were going up against a Super that matched them mentally, probably one that may even exceed them. The guy had created his own fucking serum that gave him complete power over Normies and Supers. And now he had defeated both Carnage and Trident, Supers that had considerable support behind them.
He’d done it overnight too.
How could they compete against that?
Chapter 15
Michelle sat in the Mercedes GLE, following after Lucas as he drove the BMW. They had decided to take the gang members car. Once turned over, though the windows were shattered and the doors bore dents, the engine still worked. The car moved forward. And to be fair, it didn’t look much out of place in Buxworth Town.
Buxworth Town, now under the command of Mayor Vengeance.
They had underestimated Vengeance.
The guy went from being a creep, to being the most powerful Super in town. He had the potential to become the most powerful Super in the country. Even the world if there was a world out there. That was a terrifying thought. If they didn’t stop him soon, as in immediately, it was over.
He was still a creep.
Lucas was right.
They should have killed him when they had the chance.
Back then, Michelle had been far too naïve. You couldn’t just kill someone, she had protested.
Was she any different now?
The answer was no.
Fucking Jocelyn.
The bitch knew it, proved it.
Jocelyn refused to help her, despite Michelle’s best efforts.
Lucas spent a few minutes alone with Jocelyn and she told him everything.
Michelle needed to be ruthless. Even more than Lucas. He still had lines he wouldn’t cross. In a world of Mayor Carcass, that might have been fine. But he needed to adapt. He needed to beat Vengeance at his own game.
But Lucas wouldn’t do that, couldn’t take that next step.
As the car pulled into the driveway of their house, Michelle had made her mind up.
She was going to go that extra step.
She jumped out of the car and took Lucas by the arm. “Come on. We need to get you inside and checked out.”
“For what?” Lucas asked, as she dragged him into the house.
“You got shot, remember?”
“Bulletproof vest. I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” Michelle said. She sat him down in the living room and tugged at his long coat. “Let’s get this off.”
Lucas stood up and pulled his coat off. It was his shirt that came next. He had a little bruising on his chest. He was right. It was minor stuff, especially when compared to the literal hole he had in his chest earlier.
But Michelle pushed him back down onto the sofa. Her hand rested on his hard chest and she sighed. It was bad enough he was so handsome, but did he have to have such a body too? Worse still, she had to share him with a bunch of girls.
“Hannah,” Michelle called out. “Lucas has been shot… again,” she added with a grin.
Lucas stared at her, perplexed. “I’m fine!”
There was a rumble on the stairs as a bunch of feet rushed down. It wasn’t just Hannah. It was all of them. Hannah, Anika, Jocelyn, Jenny and Lucy. As the girls surrounded him, fussing over his minor injuries, Michelle reached into Lucas’s coat pocket and felt around.
She found the serums and took out three pairs. She placed his coat on the sofa opposite and grabbed Jocelyn by the arm. The Super didn’t protest as Michelle dragged her out of the house and into the Mercedes.
“Where are we going?” Jocelyn asked.
Michelle hadn’t decided yet. She just needed to get the girl away from the house long enough to make it work. She pounded down the driveway with speed, coming to the end, the car wheels screeched as she turned.
“Chill out!” Jocelyn protested. She reached for the belt and fastened it. “What?” she asked, noticing Michelle stare at her. “Just because I wont die from a car crash doesn’t mean it won’t fucking hurt like hell!”
They drove for ten minutes down the motorway, heading in the direction of Buxworth Town. Michelle took an earlier exit and pulled into a side road. Now surrounded by fields on both sides with not a house in sight, she brought the car to a halt.
“Well, this is intriguing,” Jocelyn grinned. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d be worried.”
“This won’t hurt much,” Michelle said. Serum in hand, she stabbed Jocelyn’s arm and pushed down on the syringe’s plunger.
“What the fuck,” Jocelyn said, her eyes wide in alarm, she pulled her arm back, but not before the contents had entered her blood stream. “What did you just do?”
Michelle ignored Jocelyn and injected herself with the partner serum. As it entered her blood stream, she felt a coolness wash over her.
“What did you do?” Jocelyn repeated, her face twisting in rage. “What the fuck did you do!? Michelle!?”
“You belong to me now,” Michelle said. “It had to be done. Vengeance is too powerful. We can’t afford to make mistakes. We can’t afford weak links.”
“I’m a weak link?” Jocelyn asked, her face contorting with further rage.
“I didn’t mean it physically. But you’re definitely not loyal.”
Jocelyn stared at her arm, at the point where the needle had penetrated her skin. H
er superpowers had healed the miniature dot.
“No,” Jocelyn shook her head. “I don’t believe it. This isn’t happening to me. I don’t belong to anyone.”
Jocelyn opened the car door and ran out into the fields.
Feeling calm and in control, Michelle stepped out and walked around the car to lean against it. She watched Jocelyn run, watched her frame shrink until she was no more than a blip in the sea of green and yellow. And then, that blip began to grow.
Jocelyn was walking back.
Had it worked already? Michelle felt no different than she did before. She didn’t feel a connection with Jocelyn, didn’t feel a power over her.
Jocelyn stopped a few feet away from Michelle, her shoulders slumped, she stared at the ground, defeated.
“Raise your hand,” Michelle said.
Jocelyn looked up at her, eyes narrowed, confused. Her hand rose slowly. She turned to stare up at it, skin now ghostly pale.
Was that enough of a test, Michelle wondered. She should test her more, shouldn’t she? What else could she get the girl to do? Being in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields, her options were somewhat limited.
Make her strip naked, a voice in Michelle’s head suddenly said. It’s what she would have done to you, the voice continued.
It was a sure way to find out if it had really worked. Jocelyn considered herself a dominate. She would never strip naked at someone else’s command. Not unless she had no choice in the matter.
“Take your clothes off,” Michelle mumbled.
“What?”
Michelle cleared her throat. Her voice had come out weak, barely audible. “Strip naked,” she said, this time with much more force.
There was brief hesitation on Jocelyn’s face, followed by a visible internal struggle as her face crunched, as her lips trembled. And then, there was a deep sigh.
Jocelyn began to strip.
Her clothes came off quickly and she stood naked in the middle of the field, staring down at the ground, her arm cut off at the elbow was pressed against her breasts, whilst her hand covered her pussy.
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