The Villain's Final Victory (Noon_Shadow and LadyTania)

[Noon_Shadow]

3 Months Ago

Glenn Mattingly checked the vacuum seal on his helmet, then double-checked his oxygen levels. There was a slight thrill of mixed fear, excitement, and anxiety in his stomach as he activated the radio in his space-suit. "Driscoll, I'm green, preparing for EVA." The bulky mass of the space suit would have been awkward in Earth's gravity, but in the free-fall of space, the biggest concern was the clumsy handling of the bulky gloves over his fingers. He'd trained for months to get his hands used to the delicate movements he'd need to perform while wearing a suit-the sole thing that would protect him from the vacuum of space. Glenn's spacesuit was heavier than most as he was one of the tallest members of the space program, standing 6'3 on the Earth's surface.

"Roger, you're good to go, Glenn," came the voice of Sheryl Driscoll, the shuttle's pilot, over his suit's intercom. Glenn then gripped the airlock handle, cycling it open with his right hand before entering the airlock. The door was sealed behind before he stepped up to the exit hatch. He paused for a moment, venting the air out into space before he finally cycled open the hatch. Outside, there was literally nothing-the vacuum of space, bleak and lifeless, empty and deadly. Glenn couldn't help but smile as he attached the tether to his suit and then stepped out into the void.

He then turned, grabbing the frame of the hatch as he began his spacewalk. 25 meters to the shuttle's dorsal side was the famous Hubble telescope; his mission. He gently tapped the thrusters on his suit to increase his relative velocity and began slowly closing in on the satellite. The silvery sheen of it was catching a bit of the sun's rays and reflecting them, shining extra brightly without an atmosphere to disperse them. He monitored his range as he closed in, and then at 5 meters, reversed thrust to slow himself down-he didn't want the force of his own impact to affect the telescope's orbit. He came to a near hover just adjacent to it before reaching out. He let his fingers catch a docking ring underneath the telescope, holding on and anchoring himself there. He was careful to avoid touching the solar panels that powered the telescope, as even a small scratch there could prove disastrous. "Houston, I am now docked with the telescope, preparing to being procedure."

"We read you, Mattingly. Proceed," came the calm, steady voice from mission control over his suits intercomm. There was something soothing about the sound of another voice out here, with only the sound of his own breathing filling his ears and the blue orb of the earth spinning 500 kilometers beneath his feet.

The "procedure" was a calibration of sorts. Glenn had been involved in the mission from its planning stages, and the goal was to attempt to attempt to learn more about energy atrophy. What was needed was an adjustment to the telescope's ability to detect and process energy readings in the upper EM spectrum from distant galaxies. All the computer models in the world wouldn't provide enough information without accurate data, which was why he was here. As he looked over the panels of the telescope, he could feel the perspiration forming in his short, black hair.

Just as he was in position to start his work, Glenn felt a strange pull. It was as if there was a bit of gravity, pulling from behind him and trying to dislodge him from the the telescope. His fingers tightened their grip as he checked his tether, but he still had plenty of slack between him and the shuttle. "Uhm....I've got a problem here..."

There was a moment of static on the other end before a voice responded, "Go ahead, Mattingly, what's the...." the transmission dissolved into static. Glenn felt his heart surging in panic as he lost his grip on the telescope and then suddenly he was free floating. Panicked, his hand reached to check his tether, but that's when he felt a weird, almost electric surge through his body, as if he'd been struck by lightning. He let out a scream, but he began to hear something, voices, almost whispering in his mind, and he had the sensation of being....folded....as if reality was bending in over itself. His eyes rolled back into his head as he had the weird sensation of somehow existing in two places at the same time. His eyes saw something...a vast, blue field of energy, something he couldn't understand.

Wormhole....he thought. This....this is a wormhole....Then suddenly his tether went taut and Glenn felt his mind clearing as he was suddenly yanked backwards. As he exited the wormhole, the blue surging energy seemed to overwhelm his body, surging into him, and he screamed before passing out.

Present

Glenn studied his reflection in the mirror. 33 years old, clean-shaven, short black hair around his face. No sign of physical trauma whatsoever. In fact, he'd never shown any physical symptoms that anything had ever happened to him on his ill-fated spacewalk. What he had seen, what he had heard, these were secrets he kept to himself now. Glenn smiled at his reflection in the mirror, as he thought, also what I can now do.

He then stepped outside, seeing the small crowd gathered beneath him as the podium stood in front of him, with the governor standing there waiting to greet him. Inwardly, he seethed with impatience. His celebrity nearly obliged him to engage in things, just as sponsoring the funding that added the hospitals new trauma ward. Hospital and political donors expected a few remarks out of him, but it was all becoming such a chore. His eyes scanned the crowd. Such small, empty lives these people had...he was growing tired of his charade. Still, it was suitable enough for now. He thought of the mask he'd left at him home-dark chrome to obscure his face, giving him the anonymity he needed. It was time for his plans to start moving forward.

But for now, the formalities. He put on a big artificial smile after shaking the governor's hand, and then stepped up to the microphone. "I'd like to thank you all for coming...."

 

[ladytania]

Last Night

Floating down through the opened skylight alongside the dangling rope, Cosmic Girl's light brown eyes peered into the darkness. The Gardner-Fox Museum was in an old, re-purposed 18th Century warehouse, complete with narrow windows, skylights, box layout and oak beamed floors. Hovering inches off the floor, her eyes unfocused as she listened intently. After the briefest of pauses, she heard the floors creak off in the Asian Art section. A smile creased her lips; she had been here before and knew how annoyingly loud these old floors were.

Glancing around, Cosmic GIrl saw someone looking back which gave her a start for a millisecond until she near-instantly realized it was her own reflection appearing on a glass case. Hesitating a moment to take herself in, she couldn't help but smile. "Damn, I look good!" she thought. Floating there, one leg angled up, body snug inside her costume, Aisha Taylor knew she looked good. Her costume was a one-piece bustier/tights outfit, with matching mask, wrist gloves, and thigh boots. All of it was in a deep blue star-field pattern with thin silver trim where it met her cocoa-colored skin; she loved how the blue seemed to change shades as the light struck her body's curves, with the sprinkled stars almost winking back. Around her waist was a silver sash that trailed down to her lower thigh. A vision of African-American beauty, she thought to herself, all topped with a thick mass of black ringlets that trailed over her shoulders.

Another floor creak pulled her away from the case. "Yeah yeah, you look good. Now get your head right," she silently remonstrated with herself. Turning towards the series of creaks, Cosmic Girl flew through the hallway silently. Hearing muttered male grumblings, she slowed so she wouldn't leave her trademark trail of sparkling cosmic energy behind her. Peering around the corner of the door, she saw four men, two on watch, two working at a case with a priceless samurai sword from some Japanese Emperor that Aisha knew nothing about. Suddenly a ghostly gray fist flew through the case, striking one of the men in the face and sending him tumbling back.

That's when the room exploded into action. Cosmic Girl flew in as the Gray Ghost floating through the wall and case. Aisha opened her hand, palm out, and with a FSSHHHH! sound, a cosmic bolt struck one of the lookouts in the chest. The bolt lifted him from the floor and sent him flying. The other thug on watch brought up his gun, but Aisha quickly turned his way. Putting her wrists together and opening up her hands, with wider FOOOSH sound, she sent a wave of cosmic energy outwards. The bullet he fired bounced off the wave and ricocheted away, right before the wave struck him like a giant hand. Turning back, she saw Grey Ghost kick the first watchman. As the second one got up from the corner, Cosmic Girl opened her palm and with a FSSHHHH! sent a bolt that struck like an Ali punch, knocking out the burglar.

"Hey, I had these two," Cosmic Girl said as she landed on the floor. Her boots clacking loudly on the oak floors, she walked over to check on the four unconscious men.

Gray Ghost, seemingly all pale cloak and hood and shadows, checked on the priceless sword. "And I helped. You're welcome," he growled.

Three Hours Later

Aisha rolled over beneath the sheets that outlined her naked body. "You really need to come up with better ideas for a date than a break-in," Aisha said playfully as she rolled over and threw her arm around Nathan's chest. Behind her, thrown across the top of a chair, was her Cosmic Girl uniform, her boots lying at the end of the bed. She had lost track of her gloves. Her sash was atop the Gray Ghost costume tumbled off the other side of the bed.

Nathan's piercing gray eyes crinkled with a smile. As she reached up to run her fingers through his auburn hair, she felt another quiver of pleasure. "But I know to end a date," he said. As he rolled over, Aisha slipped onto her back and let Nathan slide atop her. She felt his manhood already rising again as it brushed her thigh. "And it's still not over yet."

As Aisha wrapped her arms around his corded neck, she opened up her legs to this beautiful man. "Three times?" she teased as she felt her body groaning in need for him again. "God, I love superpowers..." Aisha sighed as she kissed him.

Present

"Ms. Taylor, are you tired?"

"Sorry Professor," Aisha replied with a hand over her mouth. "Long night." As she peered at the readouts on the computer screen, Aisha tried to focus. One hour of sleep wasn't enough even for Cosmic Girl, despite her inner energy reserves. She usually needed at least two hours.

Professor Wakiti smiled benevolently. "I remember when I was your age; you are forgiven. However, Aisha," he said as he peered over her shoulder at the star charts and power readings, "you'll never finish your dissertation without rest. You need your energy."

Aisha hid a grin. 'If only you knew, professor' Aisha thought as she nodded to him. Putting her fingers back to the keyboard. "Aisha Taylor, astrophysicist," she softly said to herself, "that's the goal." She peered up at the three computer screens. All she had to do was prove that wormholes existed in large size, and her doctorate was a piece of cake. That meteor that had given Aisha her superpowers had to have come through one.

'I'll find you,' Aisha promised herself.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

"And in local news, a break-in at the Gardner-Fox Museum was foiled last night. There were no witnesses on hand, but the suspects in custody allege that they were stopped by none other than Cosmic girl." As the perky reporter finished speaking, a still image of the lovely costumed heroine was shown on a graphic in the top right-hand corner of the broadcast.

Glenn was engrossed in his work on the table in front of him, mostly ignoring the broadcast in the background. The mention of Cosmic Girl made his ears perk up, causing him to glance over his shoulder at the screen. His eyes studied her image on the broadcast for a moment-a sleek, attractive figure, with a decent bust. She was nothing new, of course, but she was always pleasant to look at while imagining what lay underneath those tights. What was new, however, was a thought. "I wonder just how powerful she is." A smirk decorated his lips as he enjoyed the thought. Some day, he felt sure, he would find out. He was looking forward to it.

To punctuate that thought, he resumed his look down at the new gloves he'd designed. The glove was white, but with black flair that would match the rest of his outfit. As he pulled the glove onto his right hand, he then channeled a glowing blue orb of energy that danced above his palm. He felt the crackling dark energy emanating from it, and he smiled. Good, the glove seemed to work-his energy could potentially burn even his own hands if he wasn't focused, so he'd had to engineer a durable material to protect his skin. He knew he was ready now. It was time for the Wraith to make his appearance.

***********

Geneva, Switzerland- 3 days later

Glenn looked down at the black chrome mask. It was heavy for a mask, weighing at least 12 pounds, but that was almost nothing to him, now. It had the barest of features-nose, the defined shape of a mouth, arches and ridges to imitate cheekbones. It was menacing. It was perfect.

He donned the mask, black to match the rest of his costume, a full black bodysuit, supple and soft against his skin. The only contrast were the white gloves, white boots, and the thing white W across his chest. He smiled as he lifted off. His destination: CERN, and the Large Hadron Collider. As a famous Astronaut, he'd actually been given a tour of the facility weeks earlier. There was more power stored there than the famous explosion that leveled Mt. St. Helens. It was as good a place to start as any.

 

[ladytania]

Four Years Ago

The young college student's hiking boots crunched into the rough ground as she watched the readouts on her Geiger counter. "It's here somewhere," she said to herself. Pausing to look around the south Coloradoan landscape, Aisha pulled a few sweaty bangs from her forehead and shoved them back into the bobby pins. Just two nights ago while on duty at the observatory at UCLA, Aisha had seen the meteor come streaking across the sky. It had been an 18 hour drive, but if she could calculate the angle and speed of the meteor, then actually find the landing spot, Aisha would be guaranteed a grad school spot. Pausing atop a rocky hill, Aisha looked through her binoculars and found what she had came for.

Aisha had been shocked by the long trail of damage and the mound of dirt; she had expected a tiny impact crater and a few iron and nickel remains. It had taken her nearly an hour of digging with her little shovel to unearth the meteorite, and what she had uncovered shocked her. The meteorite was about six inches across with rough, jagged edges, and an eerie inner glow to it. Even in the bright sunlight, it glowed. "What the hell?" Aisha muttered. Without thinking, Aisha reached out to touch it.

In an instant, the meteorite exploded, pouring energy and power into Aisha. The African-American student simply disintegrated in a burst of blue crackling light.

- - - - - - -

"NO!" Aisha cried out as she lurched up in bed. Her head whirled around in that first second of awakening until she realized it had all been a dream. Or nightmare. Plopping back into her pillow, back in her little apartment, Aisha still remembered that moment when it seemed like every cell in her body detonated. It had taken her two days to pull herself back together. Search crews had seen strange lights at night. When she finally stumbled out, it made some local news about the foolish L.A. college girl who had wandered out and gotten lost. That's when her powers began to manifest.

Aisha ran the brush across her cheek as she gazed into the mirror. In the background, she heard the news. She never had watched the news until becoming a superheroine; now it was a ritual. Get up, eat breakfast, get some makeup on, listen to the news.

"...no lives were lost during the attack on CERN..." she heard from the other room. "CERN" pulled her from her makeup-applying reverie. "...unknown assailant...terrorism? ..."

Aisha came into the room to watch grainy video of a man in black and white with a "W" on his chest. The creepiest part was the chrome mask he wore over his face. Despite the horror mask, what quickly drew her attention was the blue ball of energy in his hand. "What the hell...?" she muttered. Holding out her hand, she opened up her palm and, with the focus needed to swallow or walk, she brought forth a sparkling orb of blue energy. A shiver passed through her as she saw the tall, muscular male figure abruptly blast the camera into static.

Plopping down into her chair, she gaped in shock. "There's someone else with this energy?" she gaped. It didn't look the same; his was darker, less sparkly than her own, but questions ran around her head like wild beasts. "What the hell??"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Glenn drove his car up the long driveway toward the complex. The dirt road wound a long way off the main roads before reaching a large chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. At the entrance, the dirt road became paved again, and the gate opened as he pressed his remote, driving into the complex. Then the white walls of his newly constructed base of operations loomed ahead of him as he pulled into the facility.

Ostensibly, it was a research facility. He was using his own resources to enhance it and his personal celebrity had allowed him to smooth the edges of red-tape to get it started. It was a front that served his purposes because it was close to the mark: he actually WAS conducting research here, and it actually was about energy generation. The legitimate activity here was a helpful mask for the more illicit activity he was engaged in.

As he exited his vehicle, he found his young assistant, James Young, waiting for him. James wasn't a scientist, but he was a brilliant engineer, and he'd been an excellent help to Glenn's research. But the poor fool didn't really know what he was working toward. Glenn favored him with a phony smile. "What do you have for me, James?"

James was shorter than his employer, so his neck had to cant backward every so slightly as his eyes looked up to his face. "Sir, everything is stable with the underground labs. But I'm curious about your needs for energy storage. The numbers are...mindboggling. You could power all of California for weeks with the battery power you're requesting-where exactly is that power coming from?"

Glenn walked with his young assistant toward the front door of his headquarters, waiting for James to open the door for him. "Don't worry about it James-my entire purpose here is to find breakthroughs in power generation. I'll find the power. You just do your job and give me the battery storage I'll need. Money is no object." With that, he left his young assistant behind, walking up to the elevator that went down to the secured levels of his facility. As the elevator descended, he pulled his mask from his bag. Here...he was himself. He was the Wraith.


********

Victor Fromm walked through the devastated ruins of the Large Hadron Collider. He saw the buckled steel plates as the facility had started to collapse. It was a miracle nobody had been killed here. He shook his head...he could feel this energy, and it was just as he'd suspected. In the 15 years he'd been operatinig as a caped super, he'd developed an affinity for feeling energy patterns. He suspected it was somehow related to his more natural abilities, namely, his extreme speed.

He walked out of the facility, before pulling out his cell phone. He knew he had to tell her. The phone rang, and was answered.

"Aisha, it's Victor. I assume you heard about what happened in Geneva?"

He listened for a moment before responding. "I need to tell you about it in person. I'll meet you at the usual place." And then, in a flash, the blonde-haired blue-eyed man disappeared. Faster than the eye could perceive, he was replaced by his alter-ego, wearing his signature powder blue suit, engraved with his symbol: The Lightning.

 

[ladytania]

Aisha grabbed her laundry basket and headed to the basement. Down there was an old access tunnel to the water main which lead to the aqueduct that gave Cosmic Girl a way of suddenly appearing in public, without literally flying out Aisha's apartment window. She couldn't exactly leave from the roof of her apartment each time, especially not with the sparkling energy trail she left behind. She had learned how to destabilize her costume, so with a little energy, it appeared on her body. A shake and a little energy gave her hair full life, and within a few minutes, she was rocketing across the Los Angeles skyline.

When Victor said 'the usual place', he meant a little cabin in the Sierra Nevada's; unlike Aisha, Victor was rich. And while Cosmic Girl could break the sound barrier while still in the atmosphere, Victor was the fastest man in the world. She knew the directions, but had to follow the interstate during flight, then follow the local highway, then follow the dirt road up the mountain; she could see where dead fall only allowed a single person past and blocked vehicles. It was one way to stop nosy people from going up his drive, but that single person path was worn from The Lightning's repeated passage.

With her sash trailing behind her, Cosmic Girl descended below the trees to land on the pine needle-covered ground in front of the cabin. She gave The Lightning a bright smile as she shook her wind-flattened hair; a little zap of cosmic energy always fluffed it up nicely.

Even in her two inch heels, her five foot, eight inch frame still made her look up at the German hero. "Hi Victor," she said with a kiss of his cheek, smiling but concerned and curious. She and Victor had shared a few evenings together; with those high cheekbones, platinum blonde hair and pale blue eyes, he was an Aryan wet dream, but Aisha knew he was a driven, giving soul dedicated to helping others. Quite frankly, he had been in a few of her own squishy dreams before. "What happened at CERN? I saw the video footage; he was creating some kind of energy. Did he have a suit or something?" she asked as he lead her into the cabin.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

There were advantages to being the world's fastest man; distances didn't really matter. Victor was also much less concerned about keeping his identity a secret because he was literally faster than the eye could see. So with those advantages, he arrived at the cabin well in advance of Cosmic Girl.

The cabin was useful for work purposes-it was remote enough that costumed heroes coming and going could still avoid eyes, so it was a convenient meeting place. It was also a great place to get away from the city when the work stress became too much. The view was fantastic, with the mountain peaks to the North and West, and a lake view down to the East. Victor allowed himself a brief smile while admiring the view, before he picked up the sounds of Cosmic Girl zooming closer. He turned to smile at her as she landed.

He respected her. Aisha was still fairly young, but she was focused, not at all careless in her work. Victor trusted her-which was important, since she very easily vaporize him or pound him into a pile of gooey mush. But she was very easy on the eyes-he had to keep himself from leering at her trim figure and soft thighs as she strolled casually up to him. Perhaps the most captivating thing about her were her big, soft brown eyes, which looked at him warmly.

"Aisha, as always, you're a vision." He smiled as she kissed his cheek and he lightly reached up to fluff her hair before he turned to lead her inside.

He felt her brush up against him as he held the door open for her, the gentle allure of her body serving as a minor distraction. He forced himself to focus instead of admiring the curve of her ass as he walked into the den, sitting down in front of the table.

"Well, I have a lot to tell you. The most important thing is this: the man who attacked CERN, this 'Wraith', he's apparently able to create and manipulate energy very similar to yours." Victor caught the look in her eye and nodded. "Which is...well, scary. If he's using the same kind of power you are, he's extremely powerful." Victor held her gaze for a moment. "Which means you might be the only person who could stop him."

He paused for a moment, running a hand gently through his blonde locks. "There's a few other details. Something the news hasn't mentioned yet is that a few scientists went missing during the attack. At least two-one of them was a theoretical physicist who has been studying wormholes. The other seems to have been a specialist in what's called 'future energy sources' such as cold fusion or antimatter." Victor sighed.

 

[ladytania]

Aisha walked into the cabin, heels clicking along the floor with her sash brushing along her leg. She glanced back over her shoulder, a frown creasing her youthful, 24 year old brow. "How can I stop him if we don't know anything about him?" she asked with a throw of arms in the air. Aisha turned in place, not noticing Victor's eyes wander to her backside. Aisha's body was a combination of thin and voluptuous; before the accident she had been a bit on the thin, pear side, but ever since she managed to pull herself back together after the meteorite exploded, her body had looked...firmer and much curvier. Occasionally she had wondered how that had happened. It were as if, after her disintegration by the exploding meteorite, her subconscious had remolded her body during her re-assimilation...and let her subconscious desires shape her own body.

"I mean, if we have the same energy signature..." Aisha said, only half listening to herself as thoughts raced through her mind. "Wait, a wormhole expert?" she repeated, as if just now hearing what he had said about the missing scientists. "A wormhole expert as CERN? That's got to be Dr. Garibaldi. I've read everything he's put out, every journal. He's a genius."

Pacing in circles in the single room of the cabin, her light brown eyes on the floor, she let words flow. "So this Wraith had energy signatures like my own, but different. He's abducted Dr. Garibaldi, and others."

Aisha stopped, and turned on her heels to approach Victor. "Wait, you know what all of this means?" she said, her words pouring out in a rush while gesturing with her gloved hands. "It has to mean he wants to open a wormhole, or at least travel through one. That would take tremendous amounts of energy, like gigajoules of energy!"

She paused, blinked, and looked away. A pinkness appeared in her cheeks as Aisha flushed. The superheroine took a deep breath, which made her breasts swell against the lip of her bustier. Oddly enough, she finally noticed his cologne. "I'm sorry Victor," she said, her voice now much calmer. "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Victor was all seriousness, watching Aisha. He hadn't made the connection, initially, but she was the wormhole expert. He nodded as she mentioned the energy requirements.

"Yes, that seems to be what his interest was at CERN. The Hadron Collider has magnets with enormous energy requirements. I heard from some witnesses, survivors, that he said something about power; like he was draining it or seeking it." Victor tiled his head. "That seems to be what caused the explosion.

As Aisha found herself discomfitted by rambling, he could only smile. She was really a lovely woman. His eyes also didn't fail to notice the swelling of her breasts, almost threatening to spill out for a moment as she flushed and looked at him. He reflexively reached out and caressed her cheek. "You're not rambling at all, actually. Rambling is losing track of a thought, while you were very focused on following that line of thinking." His eyes met hers and suddenly it was his turn to flush a little bit as he realized he was letting his eyes wander over her lovely figure.

Victor gave a little smile and then stood up. "The main question is why. You're the wormhole expert, Tania. Do you know what he might be after?"

Standing up didn't help, nor did his attempt to retain a serious line of thought. Sometimes having superpowers came with an overactive libido, and being around an attractive woman like Aisha was not exactly palliative.

*****************

Elsewhere, the Wraith was wearing his mask, staring through the readouts he'd had. He'd interrogated Garibaldi as deeply as he could in the past 12 hours. He'd gone over the power consumption issues with Dr. Breneman as well. He thought he'd understood the concepts-using his own power, amplified with electrical currents, he should be able to generate enough energy to open the wormhole at a localized area and then anchor himself to stabilize it. Instead...the energy had dispersed throughout the facility causing a massive explosion. He sighed.

He'd need another trial run soon. In the meantime, he'd need to work on expanding his local security. He didn't want any unexpected surprises. He'd set his chief of security to task recruiting more men with the proper qualifications who also lacked the moral qualms that would dissaude them from his task. Going into business for himself had turned out to be a nightmare when it came to recruiting personnel. For now, though, he would focus on finding his next target.

 

[ladytania]

Cosmic Girl wanted his hand on her cheek again; his tender touch has made her tingle. As Victor stood up, Aisha took a half step closer to him. Gazing up at him, seeing that strong jawline and blue eyes, Aisha lightly bit on her bottom lip as he spoke. She wanted to stand here and be in his space, but Aisha knew she couldn't do that; she had to focus on this work first. She knew her urges were the side effect of her powers; everyone with superpowers seemed to have that same effect. The first time she had slept with Victor had been after Titanic attacked an oil rig in the North Atlantic. She remembered being punched by Titanic so hard that he broke three of her ribs. She had finished that fight with those broken ribs; perhaps Aisha looked like a sweet grad student and superheroine, but deep inside she was still the fighter that grew up in south L.A. After that fight, she had been so exhausted but exhilarated. The action was a high that thrilled Aisha; battles always excited her tremendously. After she had focused her cosmic energies to knit her ribs, she and Victor had spent the entire next day wrecking a cabin in Norway.

So Cosmic Girl stepped back, but this time a bit more slowly, hoping he would take in the view of her bottom. Even before she had superpowers, before her body had changed, she always had a great ass. "So..." she thought aloud as Aisha struggled to keep on track, "what is he after? I can't imagine that he just wants to discover wormholes, he must want to open a wormhole." Again pacing as she thought, the dark heels of her dark blue, starfield-textured boots clacking on the floor with each slow step, she subconsciously brought her hand to her chin. "He wants to open the wormhole, so maybe he wants to go through it? But how does he know what's on the other side? Or..." she said, as she slowly turned back face Victor and those wonderful features, "or he knows what's on the other side, and wants it here...?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Victor could feel the warmth of her body as she stepped close to him, in his space. Standing this close, he could just gently smell, a trace of sweet smelling shampoo and fragrance teasing him. Idly he wondered why he'd decided to meet with her in person, when every time he got too close to her made him want to put his hands on her. Still, he restrained himself; she was a woman, not some toy for him to play with. But he did catch the slight suggestion of playfulness as she slowly turned away from him, letting his eyes drop to her ass, which was truly a work of art. Soft without being even slightly flabby, it jiggled suggestively as she walked away and her legs and the shift of her hips only made it more defined. Lightning cleared his throat as he stopped himself staring at her and then forced his ears to listen.

He nodded along as he let her think through what was happening with this threat. For a moment it made his heart sink. He was enjoying her company, but he was also secretly worried. From what he knew and suspected, Victor doubted there was much he could do to stop this particular villain. He was thrusting that responsibility heavily on the younger heroine's shoulders. It wasn't that he doubted her-not even slightly. He'd seen her drive and determination of several occasions, and she was as powerful as any being on the planet. Most of the time, he suspected she was actually restraining herself to keep from doing too much damage. But knowing all this didn't make it easier on him to hand over responsibilities.

"So you think....this man might be an alien entity? Or...." Victor thought once again as he looked into her sweet brown eyes. "Well, whatever it is, if he's trying to create a link with an alien world, that's a horrible thing. Either he's trying to make himself stronger than he already is, or else there are more beings like him and he's trying to bring them here. Either result might mean disaster for the whole world." The magnitude of that last statement left the cabin cold for a bit as he looked at Aisha.

"We'll need to set up some manner of alert system. He couldn't get the power he needed from CERN, but sooner or later, he's going to try again."

 

[ladytania]

Aisha nodded in response. "We need to get hold of others. He attacked CERN, but that doesn't mean he will only attack European targets. I'll talk to a couple of friends in the U.S. that can help me keep an eye out. If he's looking for energy sources to open a wormhole, I'd think he'll either continue going after alternative energy sites, or perhaps even large generators of energy."

Cosmic Girl looked back at Lightning. Lean and fit, he was so perfect. She also couldn't help but notice the growing bulge in his skintight costume, which made her own body quiver at the thought. Aisha badly wanted to walk up to him, cup his face, and give him a long deep kiss while pressing her body to his, and letting him wrap those arms around her. Dammit, she just wanted to screw his brains out! Mentally she screamed, but...

Closing her eyes, Aisha bit her lip to force down the arousal burning inside her. She owned her body, not the other way around. Right now, her priority was not fucking this beautiful man, but getting herself and others prepared to stop him if he struck again. "I hope he's not an alien, but if he wants to open a wormhole, then either he's the alien or he knows some aliens he wants to contact. I doubt he destroyed a chunk of CERN just to be the first to create one. "

With a sigh, she gave Lightning a wan smile. Walking over to him, she raised herself up onto the toes of her boots, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. "I would really love to stay longer," she said, "but I know duty calls."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Victor nodded as she mentioned contacting others. He doubted this guy would be operating solely in Europe, in fact, that reminded him...

"You're right. I've got people I can contact as well. But...well..." He felt her eyes on him as she was studying him, and his eyes were on her as well. He could the sexual tension growing in the room (it was nearly a physical presence at this point), but he had to press ahead for a moment. "I did get a feel for his energy pattern, as I mentioned. And I'm fairly sure he's operating somewhere in the Western Hemisphere. I know there was traces of his energy lingering as I crossed the Atlantic. But he's clearly not allowing that to limit his scope."

Cosmic girl then walked over on her stylish boots, her supple body edging toward him, and then leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. As she said her goodbyes, he grinned wickedly, and thoughtfully turned to kiss her back on her own cheek. One of his hands idly slid down over her back and then grazed over her perfect rear end, brushing against the bare flesh at the backs of her thighs and the small hint of cheek showing around her costume. He inhaled, letting her hear the intake of breath as he held his body next to hers for a moment, enjoying the closeness...the feel of her bust lightly brushing against his chest. Then he spoke softly, "You know....last night tired him out, and he'll have to re-examine his plans, I'm sure."

Victor kissed softly at the line of her jaw then, and then turned to look at her face as he held her body up against his. He could feel the excitement growing in his groin and then felt it press up against Aisha's hip through his costume. "We have a bit of time..." with a hungry gesture, his lips fell down upon her mouth and he kissed her, his hand giving her ass a quick squeeze as their bodies pressed together.

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The Wraith looked tiredly at Dr. Brenemen as he tried to explain things further. "Uhmmm..." The doctor stuttered, his fear and anxiety making it difficult for him to explain things to his captor. But he continued. "The amount of energy you absorbed might have been sufficient for....what you propose," the doctor explained. "You're just going to need to make sure that it's...well...properly channeled."

The Wraith nodded, sighing. And then, with a sudden burst of energy, he grabbed Dr. Brenemen and grabbed him by the throat. He lifted the 63 year old Swiss scientist until he was slammed back against the steel wall, and spoke in a cold, low voice. "That's the same tired shit you told me 8 hours ago. I need more information. I need to know more about the power." His fingers were tightening on the Doctor's throat, as the man's eyes widened. With a scowl that the man couldn't see behind Glenn's mask, he released the doctor, letting him drop gasping to the floor.

Then he walked out of his lab facility, leaving behind two of his hired guards to watch the doctors. He eyed the men suspiciously, still not sure about their loyalty. For now, he was going to have to take some time to manage his affairs. And then his tired body would need sleep.

 

[ladytania]

Aisha let out a soft gasp as Lightning's hand gripped her ass, lifting her back up on her toes. She reached up and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head as her lips crushed against his. Her tongue playfully teased at him while her lush body pressed tightly, her full, firm breasts compressing gently against his chest. Aisha could feel his thickening manhood pressing against her lower belly, just below the thick silver sash around her waist.

Slowly she pulled away from the kiss, and leaned in to his ear. "He may be tired out from last night," she whispered, "but I'm Cosmic Girl. There's only one sure way to tire me out, and it takes all night," she finished, and gave him a nibble on the ear. Smiling slyly, she put a gloved hand on his chest and backed him up until he fell into a chair. Her hungry light brown eyes watched her finger run along his jawline, then followed down his lean chest and that lightning symbol.

Once upon a time, Aisha would want...or even need...some good foreplay to get herself warmed up, but that superpowers that allowed her to fly and blast and heal and lift, also got her body on edge quickly, sometimes too quickly. "I bet I can tire you out first," she said with that playful smirk as she slowly lowered herself to her knees. Putting her hands on the inside of his knees, she pushed his legs apart, all the while looking up at him to enjoy his reaction. She loved to see the effect she had on men. Aisha wasn't foolish; she was raised on the streets, she knew what the body of a woman could do to a man. Aisha sometimes tried to admit the opposite wasn't true, but a superhero in a costume could make her quiver.

"Now," she said as her hands reached between his legs to open up the front of his powder blue costume, "let's see if I can tire you out first..."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Victor felt the almost irresistible power beneath her gloved hand as she pushed him backwards, slowly walking backwards. He wasn't exactly resisting, of course, but it would make little difference if he did-Cosmic Girl's strength was mammoth compared to his. Still, he could always run away, if it came to it. As if he'd ever think to.

The blonde man stumbled slightly as his knees connected with the chair behind him, his ass dropping down into the (mercifully) padded cushion. He met her eyes, seeing the hunger in them, and feeling his cock twitch eagerly in his pants as he read the intentions there. "Oh I know, it....all night, and sometimes a decent portion of the next morning," he chuckled, as he felt her finger moving down his body and tracing the lightning symbol.

He watched as she slowly knelt down, making him swallow with lustful excitement as he looked down at her lithe, feminine figure. He kept his hands at his sides, watching her as if she was a coiled snake ready to strike, blue eyes transfixed on her actions, and her hands, as she pushed his legs apart. His breath caught slightly, knowing what was to come, and the anticipation building up as he looked down at her sweet soft mouth. His abs tightened slightly as he flexed, and let his legs flex as well, wetting his own lips with a thought.

Despite the fix she had him in, it was at least comforting to see her own obvious signs of arousal, as her nipples were peaking up through the material of her bustier and her eyes were dilating with excitement. As she started raising the zipper of his costume, his arousal became evident as his manhood was freed, poking up for attention and throbbing slightly with desire. Victor reached out and ran his fingers through her soft hair, and then let his hand grip on it, giving her a slight tug forward between his thighs as he looked down at her. "That sounds like a challenge. You know that Lightning will never yield before any challenger," he chuckled as he let his body relax back slightly into his seat.

"Show me what you've got, slugger."

 

[ladytania]

As her head was slightly yanked by her hair, Aisha felt a rush of excitement pass through her. While no one would ever consider her remotely submissive, there was something deeply erotic to her about feeling a strong hand pulling her hair. She wasn't into spankings, but feeling that hand in her hair made her sex quiver. She knew she could pull free; there was no way Lightning could hold down Cosmic Girl, but Aisha would never rub his nose in it. She could feel her own body's needs; she spread her knees across the floor without realizing it, to ease that hollow yearning boiling between her legs. Each bit of movement made her bustier brush up against her nipples sending tendrils of electricity shooting from her breasts. God, she wanted him to grab her so badly, to just knead her breasts and throw her down and take her, but she wanted to be patient and let him enjoy the build-up.

Looking up at Victor, her fluffy lips creased in that sly grin, her round face flushed slightly at the tug of her hair. "Look here, Hero," she said playfully as she lifted up her hand. As she removed the glove from her right hand, one finger at a time, she said, "you're a man. I'm sure I can have you begging for me to slow down inside of five minutes, tops." As the last finger came free, Aisha tossed the glove over her shoulder, not caring where it landed. She moved to her left hand, and removed that glove as well with a finishing toss over her shoulder. "So, when you can't stand any more, you can beg me to stop."

Keeping her eyes up on his, big brown eyes peering through her starfield-themed mask, she slowly pulled him out the rest of the way from his costume. Gripping the base of his manhood, she stroked him slowly, her sly face watching the movement of Victor's face.

"Enough teasing," she said as she lowered herself until her words washed over the knobby head of his cock, "give my hair a pull if you can't hand it," she said before opening her full lips and taking him inside her wet, warm mouth.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

It was still daylight outside of the cabin, but the sun was starting to hang low in the sky. It was quiet enough, remote enough, that wildlife was quite willing to walk right up next to the cabin-there weren't even any vehicles there to potentially scare them away. A deer paused in the clearing in front of the house, looking around curious, eyes alert for potential predators, before bounding away further down the mountain toward the lake.

It might as well have been miles away from Victor Fromm, practically in another world with one of the most beautiful people he knew sliding her sweet, hot mouth around his hard cock. He let out a little groan, hating her (just slightly!) for teasing him like this, even as he felt her delectable pink tongue curling under the head of his cock. He kept his grip on her hair, knowing his partner well enough to recognize the arousal it caused when he did so.

It seemed she truly was done teasing, as her mouthed moved on his manhood, making his hips jerk in response and arousal. Victor was looking down into her face, watching her eyes, seeing the naughty twinkle as she took control, before she really went to work on his hard erection. He loved that about her, her innocent, sweet face being completely wicked as she let her lips and mouth work around his cock, feeling himself twitching as she used her hand to stimulate him as well. The way her cheeks hollowed out, the way her soft lips felt on him, was making his breath catch fairly quickly. She was good, and she was making good on her promise. The wet sloppy sounds she was making had him grunting in a moan, his hips rocking slightly, before he panted. "Wait...please...just slow down a bit..." He refused to cry uncle for now, but he still had his grip in her hair, knowing it was only a matter of time, the way the excitement was pooling in his balls.

 

[ladytania]

Each time she took him into her mouth, Aisha let out a warm moan of pleasure. She knew the effect that would on a man, but having Victor's member in her mouth actually did affect Aisha. She loved oral sex. Aisha loved the taste of a man, she loved the musky smell, the texture of a man's cock, the way his hips would start bucking as he grew closer to orgasm, and the way she could simply control a man but putting his manhood in her mouth. During sex, men wanted to be in control. They wanted to grab your hips, flip you over, turn you around, and everything else in between. But put your lips around his cock, and every man would grab you by the hair but otherwise they were orgasmic putty in a woman's hands. And mouth.

Aisha popped him out of her mouth, a thin string of saliva draped from the head of his cock to her bottom lip. Her lips stayed an inch away, a promise that the pause was brief. "Let me know when you can't stand it any more, hero," she teased. Opening up her lips, she watched him with her eyes that more than hinted at her own arousal. With that, Cosmic Girl began a fresh assault as she took him deep inside her mouth and drug her lips along the length until he was nearly out of her mouth, and took him back inside her.

Trying her best to ignore that handful of her hair that she secretly loved, Aisha rose her bottom off the heels of her boots to get a better angle on his cock. Faster and faster, her fist stroked along with her mouth, working him faster and faster. Her knees opened up every so little by little as she gulped him down. Each stroke into her mouth shot a tingle of pleasure through her body. She knew her nipples were almost painfully erect as her breasts wobbled in her bustier each time Aisha moved her mouth along his shaft.

Soon her moans were not entirely to drive Victor crazy. Her superpower-enhanced body was reacting to her own fantasies and her arousal, multiplied by having Victor's erect, wonderful, delicious cock stretching her fluffy lips apart and that hand in her hair. As she bobbed up and down, tasting pre-cum on her tongue, her moans were coming as fast as his, and Aisha started to worry she might orgasm before he did.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Victor's hard cock was twitching in mere moments from Aisha's expert servicing of it. He did his best to maintain eye contact with her as she ran her lips and tongue against his length, his chest rising and falling with the labored breathing of his arousal. He could see the arousal in her eyes as her delicate lips were rolling up and down his length.

Then she renewed her assault, and she was anything but delicate.

Her hand and mouth started pumping him excitedly, the ripple flesh of his cock straining against her hand, his own body straining to hold himself back. He'd said he would rise to the challenge, but she wasn't really playing very fare at all as her tongue swirled and her lips sucked. His hips were grinding forward very gently into her face as he rolled his eyes back. He kept his grip on her hair, knowing if he wanted to cry uncle to pull it to tap out. He thought about unfairly blessed he was-personal wealth, extreme physical gifts, but above all, having such a loving, gorgeous, and sensual woman sucking away at his hard cock. With a gasp, he rolled his hips forward, realizing he was about to cum....and then he gave a yank on her hair.

Victor panted for a second as she pulled her head away, and then he stood up, looking down into her brown eyes. "You win....it's no fair...you always win." With a growl, he pulled her hair, encouraging her up to her feet, before his mouth was hungrily diving into hers, his hands peeling away rapidly at her bustier and bodysuit. His hands were fast and dexterous, sliding the soft material down her magnificent figure, freeing her soft pillowy breasts and her sex very quickly, before he began yanking as his own clothes. A moment later, he was grabbing at her hips, pulling her forward, as he slid back into the seat, attempting to drag her down onto his aching cock.

 

[ladytania]

Aisha let out a surprised "Oh!" as the superhero named Lightning lived up to his name. In less than two seconds, she felt her bustier unzipped and pulled over her hips in a blur of movement. In another second, his powder blue costume was gone. She stumbled forward over the costume twisted around her boots as she fell onto Victor.

Her soft breasts pillowing against his chest, she let her boots slide across both of his hips. Feeling his hands lifting her own hips up, Aisha reached down to take his manhood in hand. Bringing it up, she held her hips in place and ran the glistening head of his cock along the length of her sex. Kissing him slowly but deeply, she used her hand to drag the hero's shaft slowly back and forth, teasing him and herself in the process.

Finally breaking the kiss, her brown bedroom eyes looked down at his face as she placed the head of his shaft just inside her pussy. She gently lowered herself, her mouth forming an "O", her brow furrowing in pleasure as he slowly sank inside her. Watching his wonderful face, his own blue eyes dilated and showing his own hunger, Aisha raised up an inch, then let him sink another few inches inside her. Bit by bit, inch by inch, Aisha kept pushing him a bit deeper each time, her hands on his shoulders, her feet on the floor.

As she finally let her ass land on his thighs, Victor's manhood sank deeply inside her, making Aisha let out a happy sigh as she arched her body in a wonderful, joyous ache of pleasure.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

As he felt Aisha's soft body falling toward him, Victor let out a pleased sigh, enjoying the feeling of her soft breasts pressing forward into his chest, her hard nipples pressed against the hard flesh of his chest. He couldn't resist but to get his hands onto her magnificent ass either, holding it in his palms as she leaned forward to kiss him. He presses up against her as he kissed her back. But her slow, deep kisses were just frustrating the hunger that was already eating him up. He groaned softly as she broke away from the kiss, his mind feeling a bit dizzy with his need to be inside of her now.

Instead, though....she teased. His mouth parted as he was breathing heavily, her hips pushing down...and he felt the head of his cock slip into her waiting pussy. She was tight around him, and he felt her hot wetness seeping down his cock. He growled at her as she continued teasing. "Damn you....woman..." he was completely lost in his need for her now, his need to feel himself thrusting inside of her. But there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it, either.

Then, finally, she sank down, and his full length slipped into her waiting sex, the wet sound of their bodies meeting sounding appropriately lewd and thrilling. He released a moan of tension before he adjusted his grip on her ass, and then slowly began rocking his hips up into her, pushing in and out of her body. The chair beneath him began to creak as he finally, earnestly began to fuck her. The contrast of her cocoa-colored skin against his pale flesh made for an alluring sight as their bodies moved together. Already the heat was growing, the friction of their motion making him begin to sweat. "Fuck, so good...Aisha..."

Cosmic Girl was going to be the death of him. And he absolutely loved it.

 

[ladytania]

Aisha fell forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck. Leaning into him, she rose in time to the grip of his hands on her ass; matching his lifting, sliding her sex up the length of him before sliding back down with a heated gasp that seemed to come from deep in her belly. Rising and falling, sliding along the wet pole that plumbed her depths. Aisha could feel herself tighten and relaxing each time Victor's manhood reached as deep as he possible, before his hands dug into the soft brown skin of her ass and lifted her back up.

Her nipples slid along his chest, dark brown poking out from her cocoa skin, leaving a thin trail of sweat down his tanned white skin. Sweat was popping out across her neck and chest, running down from her forehead out of her fluffy ringlet hair, leaving glistening trails down her chest until funneling between her breasts until it met Victor's chest.

She didn't speak; Aisha couldn't speak. She heard Victor say something, but her own passion was rising and all she could sense from his cock thrusting inside her, filling her so wonderfully. Aisha leaned forward, burying her face into the crook of his neck, deep gasping breaths washing into his skin, soft, deep moans wracking her. Her thick ringlet hair hiding her face as she held him tight around his shoulders, her light chocolate brown skin contrasted against him, his white cock disappearing into her brown sex. "Ohh V...Victor..." she almost sobbed, her sex tightening each time he thrust upwards into her.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Victor felt his mind going blank. Her sex rapping so perfectly around his hard cock, making him want to fuck her endlessly, feeling her soft skin against his hard muscles, was causing him to lose control. This had started slow, sweet, and sensual, but now it was something hot and intense. His whole world was diminished down to the feelings of her body against his, and her tight sex gripping his cock.

As Victory lost control, his speed increased tremendously. His hips rocketing back and forth, pummeling into her body. He grabbed her hips tighter, not having to worry about hurting her-she could take it. The pounding slaps of his body meeting hers echoing like rapid weapons fire as he thrust into her. He cried out, but he stifled his own cry by pressing his mouth down against Aisha's, kissing her wet lips, feeling his own lips grow raw from the exertion even as his hips were attempting to destroy her sex with his cock.

With a grunt, his fingers dug into her skin, and he groaned, biting down on her lip as he felt his orgasm rising, sweat coating up against his body. All he could form were a series of short grunting noises. "Ugh....ugh....ugh..."punctuated by a deep breath. And then he exploded, his cock releasing, as he cried out. "Fuuuuuuuck...." shooting his seed inside of her, a hot sticky mess filling her wet pussy, squiring up into her even as he kept his grip on her ass, holding her tight, panting...hips still rocking hungrily despite himself.

 

[ladytania]

Her sex tightening as Victor's rock hard cock plowed inside her, Aisha felt his teeth on her lip as he came. The sound of a man groaning with release sent a thrill through Aisha; she loved that sound. Knowing that a man was overwhelmed with lust that she had brought upon him was so intense to Aisha.

The sound of Victor's orgasm, the feeling of his hands digging into her ass, her breasts crushed against his chest, his musky scent, and that rock hard cock cumming inside her were all too much for Aisha. His cum, laced with his superpowers, seemed to gush into the depths of her pussy, filling her with an energy she couldn't describe. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she sank down onto his lap with the head of his cock buried inside her.

"Oh God Victor..." she gasped as her body tensed. Her brown skin flushed as she threw her head back. "MMmnghhh..." she moaned biting her own lip, then in a brief moment of realization, remembered she was in a cabin, not her apartment. Ms. Menendez wouldn't be banging on this door telling her to keep quiet. As her body arched back, her breasts felt like two hypersensitive soft stones on her chest as her nipples practically vibrated. "Ohh VIctooorrraahhhhhH!" she cried as her sex clamped down on his manhood, and pleasure rocketed from her fluttering sex and seemed to explode in her brain.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Victor felt her fingers digging roughly into his shoulders as she continued riding him through his orgasm,pushing her own pleasure. He heard as her whimpering moan quickly turned into a screech, feeling her body pushed over the edge into ecstasy. Her pussy delightfully clamped down on his erection and he felt the warm stickiness of his own seed spilling out of her and ripping onto his thighs.

He groaned softly, waiting for her to come down from the orgasmic high, as he felt his cock gently slipping out of her. He kept her wrapped up in his arms, closing his eyes, before he leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck. With a gentle kiss, he whispered naughtily, "Things always seem to get messy around you," He reveled in the stick, dirty feeling that mixed with the warm aftermath of his own orgasm. His body was coated in sweat and other excretions, as was hers, and the smell of it was both filthy and pleasant.

He let his hands idly run over her smooth skin, slick with the coating of sweat from their exertion. He felt up her back, sliding his fingers around her sides, rubbing against the sides of her breasts, as he leaned lazily back in his seat, feeling her body still snug against his. His breathing was still heavy, but slowing down as his body was getting relaxed in the glow. Then Victor pressed his lips up against Aisha's ear, whispering softly, "The first round went to you, Cosmic Girl," he said with a kiss against her ear. "Ready for round 2?" He smiled as his hand then dipped down between her thighs to stroke her still-quivering sex.

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Doctor Garibaldi was attempting to explain further to him about wormholes before Glenn cut him off. His eyes, the only part of his face showing through his mask, met the scientist's face coldly. "No, dear Doctor, the issue isn't with the uncertainty of the energy patterns. I don't know exactly where the universe the wormhole opens up, but I do know the frequency pattern of the wormhole, so I will have no issues getting the right location once the wormhole is created."

The past few days had seen some additions to the laboratory facility beneath his compound. He was now looking at a smartboard he'd provided the two captive scientists, as well as a wave spectrometer he had used to demonstrate the energy resonance that he knew had caused the wormhole. Glenn wasn't entirely certain how he knew it-it was some sort of intuition he'd seemingly gained in the past few months. He looked down at his glove irritably.

Dr. Brenemen cleared his throat in an attempt to speak up. "Your...uh, plans...I'm very concerned. What you're planning at the Mojave Nuclear facility could be a disaster." He wet his lips nervously as he met the cold stare of his captor, trying not to swallow. "If you fail again, you would cause a nuclear meltdown. It would be California's version of Chernobyl. Thousands would die, thousands more would likely suffer from radiation poisoning."

The Wraith didn't respond immediately. The silence in the room stretched out ominously. And then with a sudden flash of motion, he flung the table in front of him into the wall, stepped through the empty space he'd created, and then grabbed Dr. Brenemen by the throat. He lifted off the floor, carrying the poor doctor with him as the man's hands futilely grappled with the gloves of his tormenter. "Do you think I GIVE A FUCK!" He looked into the scientist's panicked blue eyes and then threw him down on the floor. "I will rule this world, DOCTOR, and I will not let any setbacks stand in my way. When my plan is completely millions more will die!" He threw the scientist down like a ragdoll into the white tile floor of the lab. And then he charged up a ball of blue energy in his first, looking down at the useless fool.

"You've given me nothing but guesswork and excuses...I might as well start now." Then the ball of blue energy slowly descended on the poor Doctor, as he whimpered pathetically, before it connected with his chest. There was a horrifying scream, and Dr. Garibaldi turned and covered his eyes in horror. But Glenn only watched as the flesh crackled and burned, and the man screamed horrifically. Then, closing his fist, the energy orb detonated and the man's corpse blew apart. The Wraith descended to the floor, his white boots clacking softly against the floor.

"Tomorrow night, Dr. Garibaldi. We'll see if I've learned anything useful tomorrow." The stench of seared flesh and blood was filling the room as he walked out. He gave a crisp order to one of his guards outside. "Get some people down here to clean up that mess."