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The Villain's Final Victory (Noon_Shadow and LadyTania)

Aisha let out a series of "aIIEEaaahhAIIIEEEaaahhhhIIIEEEeaaa" cries as the aptly named hero Lightning took her. On the bed, legs spread wide, Aisha released one long sobbing song of pleasure. Victor's cock vibrated as he thrust in and out of her quivering, squishing sex. Aisha had already orgasmed twice under the power of his vibrating shaft. Victor's superspeed powers were wrecking Aisha in such a wonderful way. His thrusts were slow and steady, but his manhood's vibrating had melted her, transforming the powerful Cosmic Girl into a cocoa-colored pleasure doll. A weary smile crossed her face as her body arched, breasts rising up into the air, nipples pointing at the ceiling.

*DOODLEDOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO*

Aisha vaguely heard the strange tones, but what she mostly heard was the orgasmic roaring in her ears, and her own feeble, high pitched voice telling Victor to just cum already. Victor had most definitely won round two as one of the most powerful superheroines in the world grabbed a pillow and bit on it to keep from screaming so much she lost her voice.

*DOODLEDOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO*

"Mmmmmm...oh yes..." Aisha sighed as the warm shower water washed down over her side. "Oh...Victor..." Round three in the shower, Aisha's breasts compressed against the glass as Victor's hands on her hips held her in place. Slow, loving thrusts upwards into Aisha made her blissfully happy. She twisted around, her lips meeting his as the warm water washed away three rounds of feverish sex. As he groaned, she felt his balls rise up against her thighs and...

*DOODLEDOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO*

Aisha blinked as she slowly woke up. Light streamed in through the window of her apartment. Her brown eyes flickered, giving her a second to realize she wasn't in the shower with Victor, as much as her body wished it were so.

*DOODLEDOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO*

"Damn," she mumbled as the screen of her phone blinked at her. Grabbing it, fumbling it, catching it; Aisha finally corralled the phone. Pushing the ringlets of hair from her face, she put the phone to her ear. "Hu....Hello," she said, her voice raspy. Had she made sounds in her sleep? The thought of Mrs. May downstairs hearing her sex dreams made Aisha shiver. Judgemental old biddy.

"Hey Aisha, it's Megan," the female voice said on the other end. After Aisha responded, Megan continued. "I got it all set up. Your phone will get updates instantly through the TroubleAlert computer the team has."

In her secret identity of Cyberella, petite Megan Corbitt was practically hardwired into the internet, and everything that connected to the internet. "So, if this asshat with the "W" on his chest makes another attack, I'll know before he can leave?" Aisha replied.

"Yep!" the cheerful Megan responded. "And depending on where it's at, you're probably the first one that can respond, since I assume Victor can't walk right now," she said with a giggle.

Aisha rolled her eyes. How the hell did Megan know what was going on in that cabin? Then Aisha thought about her phone, and location. "Megan, please stop doing that with the phone location thing. I mean, don't you have anything else to do?

Megan gave another girlish giggle. Sometimes Aisha loved it, but right now she wanted to reach through the phone and choke the little woman. "Okay, sorry," Megan said in a not-sorry tone. "But seriously, the next time this guy strikes, if he's anywhere near you, you'll get there first."
 
The sun had only recently set, far off in the west, as the Wraith's boots settled on the ground. He was not afraid of the consequences-he knew his energy would allow him to deflect any explosive meltdown. He didn't fear the weapons of the guards either-his flesh had hardened to the point that they were no threat to his person. In fact, Glenn supposed he didn't feel any type of concern at all. He had some minor concern that he might yet again fail to open the wormhole, but it would only be a setback. He was learning more, and the more learned about performing the process, the closer he would get to his ultimate goal.

He strolled forward without any rush as he walked up to the fence around the facility before he simply ripped the gate away and threw it aside carelessly. He continued to walk forward as he reached the security checkpoint.

At night, the security checkpoint was manned by two SWAT officers. As the perimeter alarm sounded, they glanced down at the monitor, seeing the lone man walking ominously forward, wearing his costume with the thin logo on the front. It was not yet dark enough that his black uniform served to hide him, but even at night the white fringes of it, matching his gloves and boots, would stand out starkly. Still, he looked like a scary bastard. The two SWAT officers grabbed their high powered rifles and got into position. One of them climbed up onto the roof, which was ringed with sandbags, laying down and pointing his weapon down the street, as the other remained inside, both preparing to shoot first and ask questions later.

Neither of them ever fired a shot. The entire building was suddenly consumed in a blue fire. The Wraith continued walking forward as he looked at the exploding mass of concrete and steel, along with the remains of two bodies blown apart roughly. "I played it cautiously in Switzerland. And it was a waste of time." He walked toward the tall, grey structure that housed the main reactor without even slowing as he stepped past the burning remains of the building. The rest of the site's Nuclear Reactor Security force was now scrambling, attempting to get into a position to stop the invader. He stared ahead coldly. "I am through wasting time."
 
"...no Mrs. May," Aisha explained as she shifted the groceries from one hand to the other. "I know, your nephew is really sweet, but he's about 6 years younger than me," she patiently explained to the little lady who lived downstairs from Aisha. Mrs. May was always cooking things for Aisha, but since her nephew was in college...and Aisha was at the college...

Suddenly her phone played a brief, distinctive melody. It took Aisha a second to realize what it meant. She apologized quickly to Mrs. May and bolted up the stairs two at a time to her apartment.

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Ten minutes later, Cosmic Girl was rocketing across the Arizona landscape, her curvy body leaving a sparkling trail of blue energy behind her. Up ahead she could make out the Painted Desert Nuclear Power Plant. A few fires burned here and there, as flashing red and blue lights blinked around the entrance to the facility. As she came closer, she saw the fires were coming from some of the police cars, with a few gaping holes inside the control building between the two massive cooling towers.

"Dear Lord..." Aisha mumbled under her breath as she saw two utterly ruined bodies lying in the remains of blue uniforms, both next to the burning sheriff cars. She had seen some evil men and women, but not that many pure psychotic butchers. The bodies almost looked like they had exploded, which gave her a shiver. "Focus..." she reminded herself as she flew in through the practically disintegrated main doors.

More damage, more bodies. ".....mmnnghhh...." A faint feminine groan reached her ears. Finding a heavy door twisted atop wall and desk debris, Cosmic Girl landed and easily tossed aside the mangled security door to reveal a woman, obviously injured, her gray eyes fluttering weakly.

"It's okay," Aisha comforted as she knelt beside the woman. She was a technician or scientist from her blood lab coat; short honey hair was matted to the wound on her head. "It's okay, let me get you out of here. Help should be here soon."

"N..no..." the woman replied, "no time...go...the reactor. H...he's in there. S...stop h..him..be...before...overload..." she managed to say. "...hurry..."

Aisha glanced deeper into the facility, then back to the injured woman. It took her a second, but she knew the decision she had to make. One potential life, versus a reactor meltdown that could kill thousands all across Arizona and New Mexico. "I'll be back soon," Aisha promised with a gentle touch on the woman's cheek. Standing slowly, her empathic expression moved to determination as the heroine turned and flew deeper into the facility.
 
The local security force had tried to rally. They lived in a world with heroes and villains that possessed varying amounts of power, and some of them were more vulnerable than others. High powered rifles still could deal with many threats. But even they had their limits. Once they saw few armor piercing shells connect with their target and fail to even rip a hole in his suit, they decided the only thing to do was sound the alarm, evacuate, and hope that someone with the ability to deal with the threat would arrive in time to defuse it.

So it was that the Wraith faced relatively little resistance once he got inside of the bunker. He'd left the female technician underneath a pile of rubble after she had refused to tell him which way to the reactor. Honestly, her shrill voice had annoyed him. He was more annoyed by her voice than the fact that she wasn't helping. He was near the main reactor anyway, walking inward with a measure pace. The floor plating inside the facility was steel, and it seemed to thud as his footsteps carried in further inside.

He needed the energy output from the main nuclear reactor chamber. He continued traveling down, moving underground into the basement, one floor down. The air felt weirdly warm around him as he was getting closer. He felt a sense of foreboding, as if he was closing in on his goal. Glenn had believed in fate, or destiny, but there was a weird sensation in the back of his mind as if reassuring him that his goals were closing in.

He walked through another large steel door, simply shoving it open and ignoring the screeching sound of metal as it tore from its hinges and the door frame bent around it. There was a man inside the room, inside a control chamber with a big glass window overlooking the reactor. He was in his mid 40s, light brown hair, but showing touches of grey. He seemed to be some sort of lead engineer or site manager. The Wraith hovered a few inches off the floor and floated over to him. "Start up the reactor," he ordered, looking down at the man.

The engineer, being stuck between a rock and a hard place, hesitated. He felt very sure the man in front of him was going to kill him. But if the reactor melted down, he was dead anyway, along with thousands of others. He shook his head. "No," he whispered, softly. The Wraith then hovered over in front of him ominously, ready to pick him up and hurl him through the glass window....when suddenly there was a loud Whoosh! and a trail of blue energy flying into the room.

With a turn of his head, he looked over at the new arrival. Behind his mask, he smiled, recognizing the costume, and recognizing the attractive figure that wore it. "So, Cosmic Girl, is it? So nice to finally meet you."
 
Aisha hovered there, the top of her hair a few inches from the drop ceiling, her body sparkling with cosmic energy. "You've been waiting for me?" she asked with a curl of her lips. She loved to banter, but after seeing the bodies scattered around, it was hard to do anything but immediately blast this madman. Still, they were close to the reactor and this poor, brave engineer was right in the line of fire. "Well," Cosmic Girl said as she floated to the side of the room, angled so her blast wouldn't hit the engineer or penetrate deeper into the nuclear stack, "you're the Wraith, huh?" He was impressive; tall, muscular beneath the white and black suit, with that horrible mask on his face. If he weren't so evil, Aisha would have admired his body. But still, he was a madman. "Glad to meet you!"

With that, she brought the heels of her hands together before her and focused a circular beam of cosmic energy shaped like a cone. It wasn't meant to puncture or blast, but more of a cone of force to hopefully knock this villain back.
 
The Wraith was watching, the engineer in front of him forgotten, as his eyes followed the Cosmic Girl. He was sizing her up. He always suspected that he would meet her eventually, since she was supposed to be the most powerful hero on Earth. He was looking forward to the challenge of measuring his own power against hers. If he wanted to take up the mantle of being earth's most powerful being, he was going to need to go through her.

She turned to fire a cone of energy against him. He had been ready for it, waiting for her attack, so he focused his own energy to match, reaching out to dissipate the cone.....

...only to find himself flung back against the wall by the burst. His back crashed into it and his head caromed slightly as he crashed down to the floor. "Gaaaagh!" was the noise he made as he hit the floor, rolling away quickly in order to dodge her next move. "Fuck, you do hit hard." He growls slowly and then threw a pair of blue-black orbs in her direction, ready to blow her body apart.
 
With a flash of sparkling blue speed, Aisha flew quickly to the side as the twin globes exploded against the wall. Shattered concrete and plaster burst outwards, partially enveloping Cosmic Girl. Her light brown eyes went wide; she had seen his power for the first time, and seeing the blown out wall, the wrecked computer room beyond, told her this guy was definitely for real. And the strangest tingling which made the hair on her head stand on end as the orb went past was a concern.

Aisha knew she didn't have time to analyze; the grad student had to wait until this guy was in the Fear Island Superprison. For now, she needed to focus on the warrior side of her psyche. In a couple of seconds, Aisha analyzed: the engineer still cowered, his body now sprinkled and scratched with debris from the wall. Only vaguely did Aisha notice that the concrete, wood and plaster had torn a half dozen tiny holes in her own costume. The controls were still here; this maniac could damage them and sent the plant into meltdown.

It was simple. "Express elevator time!" she said, as she shaped her hand into a wide claw, focused her energy, and fired a royal blue cosmic bolt...right at the floor beneath The Wraith's feet.
 
The Wraith was already breathing hard behind his dark mask. He groaned in frustration as he saw Aisha dodge his explosive orbs, completely shrugging off the damage of the explosion coming from the wall. Not only did she hit harder than he'd credited her, but she also seemed quicker than he had anticipated also. He'd had time to come to grips with his own strength, and he never expected to come up against an opponent with more power than he had. But it was dawning on him that it might just be the case in this fight. "I must have more power," he said, mostly to himself, even as he watched the girl hovering nearby.

He then smiled at her, taking half a second to taunt her. "You've done pretty well for yourself, for a failed swimsuit model," he said. "You found another line of work that still allows men to ogle your ass." He laughed tauntingly, before she called out her own attack. This time he saw it coming, and he jumped away from the blast as she opened a gap in the floor. He gave it a curious look before he flew through the glass window. It shattered with a loud CRASH as he flew through it. The engineer, still cowering on the floor with his head covered, gave a sharp cry as shards of broken glass came down on him, leaving a couple of gashes on his face and leg. But that was beneath his notice as the Wraith's attention was fully focused on Cosmic Girl.

She'd dodged the orbs he threw earlier, so he saved his energy for now. Instead, he flew up to the steel catwalk and then yanked, ripping away the steel handrail, and then turned. His makeshift weapon was around 15 feet longer. He charged at her, swinging it like a baseball bat aimed directly at her head. "Time to beat some sense into you!"
 
While The Wraith was a muscularly large man, he wasn't in the neighborhood of Titanius, so when he tore off the catwalk and swung it around, it caught Aisha by surprise. She brought her arms up quickly to cushion the blow. Aisha felt the metal bend against her forearms, but the momentum and the steel were too much. "UNGH!" she grunted as the catwalk slammed into her arms and body with a crunch that sent her flying back.

Cosmic Girl crashed through the steel reinforced concrete wall and tumbled across the floor until she struck the wooden crates in the adjoining warehouse. Wood exploded around her, along with the shattered equipment within. Aisha shook her head and pushed the hair from her face. "Wow, he hits hard," she thought to herself as she scrambled out of the debris. Feeling a dozen nicks and tears in her costume, the heroine gathered her hands before her, and aimed her next bolt for that opening the moment she saw the villain emerge.
 
Glenn smiled with satisfaction behind his mask as he watched her crash through the wall. He'd seen enough clips of Cosmic Girl boasting or posturing on the news (or the occasional internet clip taken from a phone camera) that it was satisfying to her down a notch. Apparently she's not completely invulnerable, he though, gaining a bit of confidence. He'd been worried for a moment that she might just be that much stronger than him.

With a grunt, he dropped his makeshift weapon, feeling the energy strain it had taken to wield it. Then he channeled a ball of energy in his hand, hovering it above his palm. He waited for a second to see if she would come back out of the makeshift hole he'd created in the wall, before he smiled. "Hope you're not tiring out already," he called out, as he hovered over toward the gap, menacingly...and then suddenly a bolt of blue energy came screaming out of the hole, knocking him back, "AGGH!" he cried out, as she nailed him directly in his chest, and burned through a strip in his own costume...and then he dropped the orb he was wielding and it detonated, burning through his white glove and searching his hand.

"FUCK!" he screamed, grabbing his hand in pained as he rolled on the ground, panting for a second.
 
Seeing The Wraith drop his energy orb and writhe on the ground made Cosmic Girl smirk. Giving her head a pair of violent shakes which sent bits of debris flying from her ringlet hair, Aisha floated upwards and flew towards the villain, leaving her usual trail of sparkling blue energy.

"Some villain you are, hurt by your own toys!" she said mockingly. Aisha didn't want him seriously hurt, but he was obviously powerful; she needed to put him out of commission quickly before he hurt or killed anyone else. "That's okay, let me end your pain for you!"

Flying in the air of the crowded two-story warehouse, Aisha formed her hands into claws that focused her cosmic energy in her palms, and began sending blasts of energy in quick, machine-gun like bursts towards the apparently white villain.
 
Glenn panted, his hand still burning with the pain of his own energy. Even though he'd learned to control his own energy, it had always been volatile, which was why he'd specifically constructed gloves to help shield his own flesh. He groaned as he rolled onto his back, tucking his burned hand into his gut as he looked up at the floating figure of Cosmic Girl. He noticed a few tatters in her outfit, one of them exposing the underside of her right breast, another along the side above the waist. This was clearly becoming a battle of attrition.

"I don't play with toys, little girl," he rebutted to her commentary. "And you'd do well to stop treating this like a gaaa-"he was cut off as she hit him with a few burst of energy, driving into his gut, his head bucking back and crashing into the floor. He felt the detonations of the microbursts of cosmic energy, ripping up the floor, shredding some of the material around his legs and stomach. His eyes fell shut with a groan as he was battered by the repeated bursts.

In desperation, he reached out with both hands and managed to erect a shimmering barrier above himself as he lay on the floor, but each burst was still slamming into it and threatening to break through his barrier as he scrambled, attempting to come up with a new plan. He knew that whatever he did, he would need to take her down hard and fast. His eyes were focused on her behind his mask, though the corners were tight as he fought against the pain, trying to focus.
 
Drifting towards him, Aisha felt confidence flow through her. With her endless supply of cosmic energy...she had never run out of energy since becoming Cosmic Girl...Aisha pounded the shield he had erected. FFSSH! FFSSSHH! FFSHH! One after another, like she was flipping explosive, crackling baseballs at him.

The energy she wielded made the air buzz with static, which made the torn spots in her costume flip around as if in a breeze. She felt the tear beneath her breast, on her side, and felt only a tears on both buttocks from her crash landing; thankfully an inch thick strip of blue starfield costume held together, or Aisha's curvy ass would be hanging out there.

The smile faded from her lips, as her eyes narrowed and Aisha renewed her efforts. "Just give up now," she shouted over the crackling explosions of energy, "I really don't want to hurt you!" she added, with obvious meaning. She didn't want to hurt him, despite the evil he had done here. He deserved to face justice and the families of the slain.
 
"NNGH!" he grunted, feeling the relentless assault on his shield, making his body bounce and recoil as he tried to weather the assault. Behind his mask he was snarlin, watching as she drifted closer. He braced his feet on the floor, trying to straighten up, trying to stand, but she was continually beating him down. She's so powerful...and not even tiring he thought, worriedly, as he felt the threat of defeat looming.

As she hovered over him, looking down, he saw that fucking cocky smile she always seemed to be wearing, and he growled back at her. "Does that...speech ever...actually work?!" he grunted, as she trying to convince him to surrender. With a roar, he suddenly surged the last of his energy, flinging his body up, surging toward her.

She'd gotten too close, and his body connected with hers. He reached up to grab at her hands, pulling at her wrists and lifting them up to stop the onslaught of energy she'd been channeling. The two of them hurtled through the air as he wrestled with her arms, pushing, until the two of them crashed into the floor, his hands still wrestling with hers. He felt a bit of a second wind coming on as he pulled at her arms, attempting to pin them back behind her head, his legs tangling up with hers. He felt scraps of his suit coming clear, ripping free, a large strip from his leg and one from his chest, as he wrestled with the lovely heroine. "You need to be put in your place!"
 
"No one's...has..done it...yet!" Aisha growled as the two of them struggled. His grip was certainly strong, but she could feel that right now all she lacked was leverage. His sudden leap had surprised her; she mentally berated herself for being caught off guard again. He was dangerous, but, as she slowly bent his arms back using her wrists, she knew she was stronger and more powerful.

With a jerk, she snapped one wrist free. Cosmic Girl much preferred to blast things from a distance, but Aisha was from the city; she knew how to fight up close if she had to do so. Wrenching her wrist away, she drew back and slammed her gloved fist into his metal mask. She felt a pang of pain in her knuckles, which was odd. Quickly as her hand started to crackle with cosmic energy, she instead slammed her fist over and over into his torso, even as she felt his legs tangling up with her booted legs.

"If you want a street fight, asshat, that's what you get!" she barked as her fist pounded away.
 
Glenn was panting behind his mask, growing with a yell as she forced his own arms backward. He leaned in, pressing a knee down against her waist, attempting to pin her in place. "I will not....be defeated...by a mere girl!" He was gritting his teeth as he wrestled with her, his knee pressed down against her groin as he tried to keep his leverage, even s she worked her wrist free. His head rang for a moment when suddenly her fist crashed into his mask, and he turned his head slightly, stunned.

Her fist in his gut then knocked the breath out of him and he reeled backward, gasping. But her hit him again, and again, and he groaned softly. He fell backward, his legs still tangled up with hers, pulling her forward practically on top of him, their bodies pressed together. Still, he felt a strange sensation, as if Cosmic Girl was slowing down, her fist easier and easier to follow. As she pulled her first back to launch another punch, he was able to block her punch, knocking it away, rolling free of her body as he lay on the floor.

As he paused to catch his breath, though, he began to notice something. He had nearly exhausted his energy moments ago, but now he felt just as powerful as ever. He could feel the energy with him surging, ready to be used. His body was bruised, battered, and exhausted, but he still had plenty of fight left in him. His eyes looked over at the form of his opponent, her fist still crackling with energy, and it started to connect-her energy had been sapped when his bare hand had made contact with it. Suddenly he realized he'd sensed something almost familiar about her energy from the moment the fight had started, as if it was similar or connected to his own. With a grim smile, he huffed a big breath and then pushed himself back onto his feet. He was going to prove that he was The Wraith after all.
 
When he blocked her punch, Aisha's brow furrowed, but when he flipped her arm away, she knew something was wrong. As he slipped away from her, Cosmic Girl backed away herself, her big brown eyes going wide in shock. She had always had plenty of energy, energy to burn, but for some reason, she felt very weak. Still more powerful then any normal person, but not a 'Cosmic Girl' degree of powerful.

As the Wraith got to his feet, she could see his eyes behind that dented metal mask. A few seconds before, she had seen hints of concern that had only fed her confidence, but now...his eyes were intense, and showing his own renewed confidence.

Aisha wasn't ready to panic; only the Conqueror had ever knocked her out of a fight, but she had destroyed his golgothic machine first, and the rest of the team had finished him off. This guy was no Conqueror!

Backing away quickly which made her silver sash flutter before her, Aisha looked for a quick way to take him out without getting too close. She glanced down at the floor; no, that failed last time. So, her eyes wandered up to the ceiling. "No more touch-y for you!" she yelled before aiming her open hand at the ceiling and roof. With a loud FOOOSH, she sent a wide blast of cosmic energy to detonate the ceiling over the Wraith's head.
 
The Wraith was still panting, catching his breath, even as he felt the power surging inside of him. How interesting-it seemed that he was able to siphon off the Cosmic Bitch's power. He watched her as he let his mind run wild, wondering where exactly the girl's powers came from. Whatever it was, it was probably related to his own powers, which explained why they were fairly similar-both of them having that bluish glow as they used them.

He stepped forward slightly, looking down at the Cosmic Girl when she started back away. He grinned inside of his mask at her comment. "We'll just see if you can stop me, you stupid whore," he growled, as he stepped forward again. She backed off, giving him the delightful sensation of power, watching her eyes scrambling to come up with a plan. The concern in her eyes made him feel powerful, and was sparking some dark sense of arousal.

Suddenly a bunch of things happened at once. She blasted away, and he tensed to block it, before he realized that she was blasting the ceiling. He lunged toward her angrily, but the ceiling lurched with a loud CRUNCH. As it started coming down, a large steel beam fell first, catching him on his head, stunning him for an instant. Glenn then tried to brace himself as he realized tons of reinforced building materials were coming down right on his head, and he turned, raising his arms. For a second he held it, ready to throw it and then burst free...but it turned out to be too heavy, and with a THUD, the whole pile came down on top of him as he let out a scream, and then he was buried underneath the rubble.
 
Aisha inhaled deeply, then exhaled emphatically. She knew there was something about this man, this Wraith. Who was he exactly? How was he able to drain her energy from her? And what kind of energy was he wielding?

The questions buzzed around her head as Aisha floated down to land atop the rubble. She pulled her sash out from under the curve of her ass and let it fall across her thighs. She sat there for a minute, reviewing what had just happened. His touch had drain her! She had not felt anything but full of energy ever since the second day after finding that meteorite. Did he channel dark energy? Dark matter particles?

"Well," she said, getting up. She patted the dirt off her ass, glancing with annoyance at an angular cut on her costume that gave a thin few of her bottom. "Might as well dig up this asshat and see what the heck happened," she said to herself as she grabbed the edge of a massive chunk of roof and tossed it aside.
 
The rubble remained still as Aisha walked up to it, beginning to grab at a big pile of the roof that had landed on him. Clearly he hadn't been expecting the whole roof to collapse on him, and he wasn't quite strong enough to deal with that much rubble falling on him. The room was ominously silent around her as she bent forward-the Engineer who had been in the control room, adjacent, had long since fled, and there were no more bystanders left.

With a massive CRASH, the silence of the room was suddenly interrupted as the Wraith came flying up at a hole in floor behind Aisha. She'd shown him the trick when she'd taken the floor out earlier. He had used the same trick to navigate free from the rubble now and got the drop on Cosmic Girl, bursting with speed as he flew at her and then crashing into her back. His dark costume had a few more tears in it, including a large one along his right arm where there was a large scrape on his skin that was leaking a little blood. His eyes were wild and angry as he grabbed at her arms with his bare hands, pulling on them as he drove her body down to the floor.

"You're a clever bitch, I'll give you that," he growled, as his mask pressed close to her ear. His voice seemed to echo behind it as he spoke to her, and he could now feel the power seeping into his body from the contact. "But I am not going to let a pathetic little beauty queen stand between me and my victory!"
 
"UNNGH!" Aisha cried out as her face, shoulders and breasts were slammed down into the pile of rubble. Normally she would instantly feel the energy surge through her, healing any damage, but instead she felt her energy fading. Her head spun from the sudden attack and the way she struck the heavy metal girders that had collapsed; on top of Wraith she had thought. She could hear his rage-fueled words, but it took Aisha what seemed like forever to get her head straight.

She heard his 'beauty queen' sneer even as the energy that Aisha had lived with for four years flowed from her body and into his, though his hands on her bare arms, to the tears in his costume that let his chest touch her bare back. Even the tear in his pants pressed against curve of her ass; each one drew energy from her.

Normally anyone that grabbed Aisha would be sent flying with a shrug of her shoulders, but with his strength waxing and her own waning, her shrug did nothing but help him hold her down. 'Focus...' she thought to herself. Aisha knew she had to get away from him, had to break his hold so she could build up her cosmic energy again and blast his.

"Let...me..GO!" she said with a loud FOOOOOOSSSHH!! of energy that exploded outwards from her body. She felt his fingers claw at her arms as he flew back. Piece of concrete and rebar tore more slits and holes in her costume as it flew outwards.

As the bits of debris fell, Aisha stood up and spun around to face The Wraith, but a wave of dizziness flowed over her. "Maybe...that..wasn't...wise..." she mumbled as she stumbled back two steps, and fell backwards into the darkness of the basement.
 
The Wraith's body was pinned down on top of hers from behind. He smiled as he felt the soft, womanly curves of her, her ass against his groin, as he grabbed at her wrists, pushing forward, attempting to pin them down. Her attempts to shrug him off were pointless, and he was gaining strength with every second that he gripped her, her power seeping into his body. "Mmmm, so much power," he said, his face next to her ear, as he grained her.

He was sure that he had won, finally, bringing down the mighty Cosmic Girl once and for all. So when he felt her energy surging once again, he widened his eyes-surely she didn't have this much strength left! He gripped tightly onto her, trying to hang on, until the sudden shockwave blew his body back, launching across the room. "AAAAGGGGH!!" he cried, as his back crashed against the wall, feeling his left shoulder dislocate as he crashed against it.

He grabbed at his left shoulder with his right hand as he hovered, watching the Cosmic Girl, trying to prepare for her follow up attack. His eyes found her as she stood up, but then she stumbled awkwardly, falling back, and then disappearing into one of the gaps they'd created in the floor. Is she completely out of energy, or....? Uncertain, he careful hovered over to the hole, gathering a large pulse of energy, ready to fire it at her and knock her out if she came flying back out. As he finally approached, and looked down at her, he saw her laying almost prone on the floor below. He smiled.

"Looks like you just used up the last of energy, Cosmic Girl," he said. It was a sign of respect that he was actually using her name this time. Not that respect was going to earn her any points now. He was grinning behind his mask as he popped his dislocated shoulder back into socket, and then surged, using the energy he'd stolen from her. The cut on his arm knitted itself up, and the pain from his dislocated shoulder faded away. He descended through the floor feet first and then landed directly in front of her, looking down at her form on the floor ahead of him. Her uniform was in tatters, barely keeping her modesty now, shredded from the ordeal of their fight. He let his blue eyes linger over her body, seeing the expanse of breasts barely covered, and the tear threatening to bear her from ass to groin.

He stood over her, letting his blue eyes meet hers, big brown orbs looking back up at him. "You are very strong," he said, slowly, stepping forward. "But I don't think you understand what power really is." He reached, grabbing her by the hair, pulling her up so his right hand could grab at her cheek like a claw, and began draining the last shreds of her energy.
 
"Hey!" she barked out as The Wraith yanked her head up by her hair. "Let gompH!" Her lips mashed as he grabbed her chin, Aisha could feel his strength. It was a new strength, a strength that wasn't there a few minutes earlier when she had blasted him and had been winning this fight. "I know what power is," she said in a muffled, lips fish-eyed together sort of way. "And...mmmmnhhh..." she garbled, her words trailing off as the villain began siphoning off her power.

Her eyes went wide as she grabbed his wrists. Staring in horror at that implacable mask, those hateful eyes within boring down on her. As he pulled the energy from her body, Aisha pounded in his wrists holding her hair and chin in place, but it was like striking steel, or at least steel with her fists before she had gotten her powers.

As the cosmic energy gushed from her, she could see the sparking blue energy flow from her body, flowing upwards through her face into his hands. Her starfield-themed boots kicked at the floor as she struggled helplessly, only able to watch her beautiful blue energy seem to flow into him, to be absorbed by this midnight of dark energy. Aisha could feel the weakness within her as her cosmic energy was absorbed by this evil man. Her kicking started to fade, her grabbing, hitting and pulling on his arms grew weaker with each passing second.
 
"Mmmmm," he said, as he felt her power flowing into him. The Wraith's power was surging, gathering more and more, and his blue eyes seemed almost to glow with the extra blue energy that was siphoning off into his body from hers, sapping her strength. Her struggles, pounding on his wrists, her pathetic attempts to stop him, might as well have been the pathetic sting of a mosquito against him. Glenn had never felt this strong, this much energy surging within his body. Right now, he felt invincible.

He could see the panic forming behind those soft brown eyes of hers, her pretty face contorted with the realization that she was now all but helpless before him. He was licking his lips behind his mask. Along with the energy flowing into him came a certain level of exhilaration, of feeling the power he now possessed. When he spoke, his voice seemed to resonate deeper than it had before, even though his words were softly spoken. "No", he said in a hushed voice. "I don't think you do understand power."

As he said those words, his hand on her chin slid down over her throat. He wrapped his fingers around her throat and then he started to levitate, now leaving behind that signature flow of Cosmic Girl's blue energy as he raised her off the floor, still watching her eyes. The kicking of her legs was pitiful as he continued. "Men with power throughout history have shown us what it means," his hushed voice said, overriding the sounds of her protests. "It means the ability to do whatever you want...take whatever you want....because nobody can stop you."

The pair of them were hovering four feet off the floor now as he pulled her face closer to his. He held her cheek against the cold chrome of his mask so he could whisper into her ear. "For all your strength...you never felt true power. You're just a weak, pathetic little girl," he finished. He punctuate his point, he kept his fingers around her throat, feeling the weight of her chin resting on top of his right hand, and brought his left hand up to her smaller little right hand grabbing at his wrist. He peeled her hand away, and.....CRACK! The Wraith casually broke Cosmic Girl's index finger. He laughed.
 
"AAAAIIIEE!" Cosmic Girl cried out, even as the air to her lungs was restricted by the hand around her throat. She felt her finger snap like a twig inside her glove, but after her initial scream she audibly snapped her teeth shut to keep any other sound from slipping from her lips.

His hand on her throat felt like a vise, unbreakable as his fingers held her in place. When he spoke, Aisha could feel his hand trembling with..rage? excitement? which vibrated into her head, rattling her like a little toy doll.

"Puh...Power is...is not ...domination..." she managed to hiss. Glaring up at him, Aisha felt a small bit of fear but mostly anger and defiance still. Once she got away from him, once she got some distance, this asshole would be blasted to a cinder!
 
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