The Sad Saga of Stella:
The Swinging Stellar Sister of the Seventies!
By Marcus Lycus
Stella meets the most unexpected foe of all! Satan’s Cheerleaders!
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Marcus Lycus
January 2008
Issue 7 – Stella vs. Satan’s Cheerleaders!
“What do you mean you let them go?”
“We had nothing. You won’t testify, your partner never saw them commit any crimes, you’re lucky those punks aren’t suing you for attacking them!”
The Minx and detective Gregg Stanley were meeting on the roof of his new brownstone. He was standing in the light near the door; she was in the shadows near the edge.
“But…”
“Foxy I’m sorry. It was the judge’s call not mine. That sort of thing was OK back in the 60s but now everyone’s got rights, even street punks. You know that.”
“Yeah, I know. I know all about their fucking ‘rights’. So you let them go through the revolving door and pop right back out on the streets and go after their next target!”
Stanley took a step forward. “Foxy, what happened there? You’re really pissed. The punks weren’t talking, what did they do?” He took another step and could see her face, see the cuts and the bruises. “Oh shit.”
“What did they do? They fucking beat me OK?! They beat me up and took my clothes and tied me up and they… they were… they…” She trailed off. He hugged her and pulled her close.
Later they were downstairs sharing a bottle of wine by his new fireplace.
“God Minx, I never thought they could, I mean I’ve seen you fight.”
“Yeah, well, I’m still just an ordinary woman. I can’t bend steel or fly. And if you hit me enough times I fall down.”
“So that’s why no one’s seen you on patrol lately huh?”
“Yeah. Bad enough those punks are back on the street telling stories. Some people might believe them but most will figure it’s just talk. But if people start seeing the Minx with a black eye and a swollen lip… Well that’s another story.”
“I’m sorry Foxy, if I’d been there-“
“They’d have killed you. I heard their leader the Scarlet Wolf talking. This isn’t like the old days. This new generation plays for keeps. If Stella hadn’t come when she did, they’d have killed me too. Eventually.”
He kissed her cheek. She started taking off her coat. He started taking off his pants.
***
Dawn. The Minx disappeared into a secret tunnel. Five minutes later she was in the Minx Pad and on the secret elevator back to her penthouse.
She emerged from its closet hiding spot and found Stella coming out of the shower. These last few days the Girl of the Stars had been rising early and working hard. It was like she was trying desperately to prove herself after failing her friend. Gloria appreciated the gesture but still felt some resentment. Lynn was so powerful; she had so much potential, why was she always failing to use it?
“Oh hey Gloria. Did you go on patrol last night?”
“Um, sort of. I mean, I trained for a while, then talked to some contacts and stuff.”
“By contacts you mean you spend the night with detective Stanley.”
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“You know you need to get back out there. You can’t be scared. You just have to get back on that horse and ride it!”
“Hey! Wasn’t that my line after your thing with Univac?”
“Well it’s true!”
“I’m just waiting till the bruises fade. So no one will know. That’s all.”
“Gloria, I’ve seen you do disguises, you could hide the bruises if you wanted.”
“Well maybe I don’t want to! Maybe I want to remember what happened so I’ll train harder and try harder and it will never happen to me again! What about that!”
“OK Gloria, OK. I’m going on patrol, then I’m going to try and repair that highway Smoggor tore up.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, I can’t like fix it at stellar speed like my cousin could but I can clear the rubble and lift the girders and stuff. Save the city some time and money.”
“Wow, that’s… that’s great Lynn.”
“Yeah, I feel bad that like, I can’t take care of the city they way Cousin Ken used to, so I have to try. I mean, if I’m going to wear this ‘S’ it has to stand for something right?”
Gloria walked over and gave her friend a hug. “You’re right Lynn, you’re totally right. I’m sorry.”
“Huh? For what?”
“I… I sort of doubted you for a while there. Underestimated you. And that was wrong.”
“Well for a while I was kind of being lazy. But no more. I sort of, I kind of, worked through some issues at the Citadel and from now on I’m going to be the best heroine Megapolis has ever seen!”
***
But hundreds of miles away a new threat was emerging from a most unexpected place. A girl’s locker room!
“Come on girls, you have to shower and get changed here, there’s nowhere for you to change at the game.”
“Yes Miss Angel!” The cheerleaders said in chorus and headed into the locker room. None of them paid any attention to Jack the Janitor who slipped into a storage room at the same time.
While the four high school cheerleaders peeled off their shorts and t-shirts the janitor was wheeling a pile of boxes out of the way. While they were giggling and gossiping about boys he was unscrewing a panel covering a ventilator duct.
So by the time the girls were naked and wet in the shower, he was watching from his hidden perch.
There was friendly little Debbi, the petite brunette was always joking and smiling and making Jack think she liked him. Lying slut!
And there was Kristi; the brunette was from a ‘good family’ she wouldn’t even talk to someone like him. Stuck up bitch!
And fucking Cindi, the short-haired blonde who was always fucking the quarterback. Jack had caught them at it twice now, and was always finding used condoms under the bleachers. Goddamn whore!
Finally there was Patti, the long-haired blond was washing her full mane and scrubbing her modest breasts. She was the tallest, skinniest and prettiest of them all but she was also the most aloof. She never laughed, never smiled, never fucked the boys. Jack wanted her most of all. Frigid ice queen!
Naturally with so much teenaged skin showing, Jack put one hand into his pants. But the other hand reached for the gold medallion hidden under his unwashed shirt. He felt it, felt the five-pointed star pointed down and the goat head inscribed in the center.
“Audi precas maya satana blessed be…” He muttered as the High Priest has taught him. “Audi precas maya satana blessed be…” he muttered again. “Dark Lord, bring my enemies into my hands, let me take them, and hold them, and kiss them, and hug them, and… and… f-fuck them like the whores they are. Please Dark Lord, just once, I’ve been alone so long, just let me fuck one of them, any of them, I don’t care. Just let me do it. Nema!” He finished his blasphemous prayer as the girl finished their shower.
Jack wiped himself off and slipped away.
***
Gloria Barbarossa sat on her bed watching the Price is Right. She looked at her mink coat lying in a pile in the corner. She knew she really should head down to the Minx Pad and work out, or maybe work on her computer a bit more, or just read some crime files.
But she lay there watching the Price is Right wearing her robe.
“I’m as bad as Lynn ever was…” She muttered. It just made her feel worse, more like staying in bed all day.
The doorbell rang.
“Open up! This is the police!”
***
Miss Angel’s car drove through the winding mountain roads towards the team’s away game. Thanks to budget cuts the cheerleading team couldn’t get a school bus so it was just the four of them that could fit in the car. But it was fun. They laughed and gossiped and Miss Angel talked about the days when she was a cheerleader. She was only twenty-six but to the teen girls she was like a dinosaur from the days before transistor radios and miniskirts.
They didn’t notice Jack the janitor’s beat-up pick-up following a few miles behind them. And they certainly didn’t know he was pawing his medallion and chanting “Audi precas maya satana blessed be…” again and again like a broken record.
But the five girls certainly felt the result.
BAM!
A tire exploded and the car lurched through a guardrail and hit a tree. The girls screamed.
“Is everyone OK?”
“What happened?”
“Oh no, the radiator’s busted, how will we get to the game now?”
“Hey! Let’s hitchhike! It’ll be fun!”
“I don’t know Cindi, hitchhiking can be dangerous.”
“Come on Miss Angel, don’t be so uptight! Who wouldn’t stop for four gorgeous girls like us?”
“That’s what I’m worried about!” But the short-skirted cheerleaders just laughed and headed for the roadside. After all they were young, wild and free; sure bad things happen, but only to other people. Cindi moved to the side of the road, stuck out her leg and pulled up her skirt.
A pickup truck pulled up. It was blue with one mismatched red fender and a while plastic box over the bed. It was covered in dust and rust.
The girls all whistled and laughed. This guy was obviously a loser they could wrap around their fingers. They ran up to the truck, skirts flying, hair bouncing, faces smiling.
Until fat, old Jack the Janitor stepped out. “You girls need a lift?
The girls all backed off.
“Um…”
“Y’know I think we’ll wait…”
“Maybe we can walk…”
“I think I see another car coming!”
But Miss Angel interrupted. “Oh Jack, good thing it’s you, I was so worried it would be some stranger! We really need a ride to the game, can you help us out?”
“Help ya? Yeah sure, I’ll help ya. Help ya real good. Git in there.” He pointed at the back of his truck. The girls hesitated but Miss Angel made ‘get in’ gestures and well, they were running late for the game, the climbed in. Jack took Patti by the hips and lifted the slight girl into the truck. “Yo mine now girl, just like the High Priest promised’ he whispered. Then he closed the bed and ran into the cab. Miss Angel joined him in the shotgun seat. They took off down the mountain roads.
“Thank you Jack, I didn’t know how long we’d be stuck out there if you hadn’t come along.”
The janitor just muttered under his breath and pawed the medallion under his shirt.
“Um, which way are we going? This isn’t the way to the game.”
“Shortcut.”
They turned off the paved road onto dirt; the truck was entering the woods. It bounced and shook on the rough terrain. In the back the girls screamed as they were tossed around.
“Jack! Stop it! Stop the car!” The teacher started hitting Jack on the arm, trying to get to the keys. He wickedly backhanded her; she hit the side of the car and was knocked out.
He took a sharp curve, the cheerleaders in the back rolled head over heels and then the truck lurched to a stop in a deserted clearing deep in the hills.
Jack got out. Miss Angel was still unconscious, the girls screaming in the back, afraid. He felt powerful. He felt big. He felt great. And things were just getting started. He opened the back of the truck. Debbi was right by the tailgate on her hands and knees, she looked dizzy and queasy. Jack smiled, after all this time the Dark Lord was fulfilling all his desired. He grabbed the girl by her brown hair and pulled, dumping her face first into a muddy puddle. She wasn’t laughing now. Kristi was next he pulled the dizzy brunette by her ankle and dumped her on her ass in the dirt. She didn’t look too stuck-up. He grabbed Cindi’s wrists and painfully wrenched her out of the truck next. No quarterback was around to protect her now!
But when he reached for skinny blond Patti the girl looked up at him and they locked eyes. Jack started to sweat. He took a step back and let the blond cheerleader get out on her own.
The cheerleaders looked around, they were in a grassy clearing, deep in the woods, there was no sign of any civilization. The only man-made thing in site was this weird pile of rocks with a big flat one in front, there was a goat skull hanging on it. It looked really weird.
“OK, you’re all mine now, all of you. Mine. The High Priest promised. And you! Ice bitch!” He pointed at Patti. “You’re gonna be first.”
He whipped out his gold pentagram medallion and waved it at the four cheerleaders. “You three stay here, you come with me!”
He took Patti by the hand and led her towards the altar. “You’re in my power now you dumb slut. And I can do anything I want to you, the High Priest says so.”
The unresisting blond climbed on to the stone surface and lay flat on her back, with her long legs slightly spread. She took deep breaths making her modest bust rise and fall on the hard surface. Her eyes were closed; she had a faint smile on her face. Jack could hardly control his raging erection.
“Mine now, you’re all mine.” He muttered. He looked at the school logo on her tight white sweater. “Beavers huh? Well I’m gonna get me some teenaged cheerleader beaver.” He dropped his pants and climbed onto to the stone platform. He roughly pulled Patti’s legs apart and reached up her skirt.
Her eyes opened. She sat up.
“H-hey! Lie back down, you; you’re in my power now!”
“Power? You know nothing of power!”
Jack heard thunder, there was a tremendous weight on his chest, he couldn’t breath. He clutched his chest, he gasped, he fell to the ground.
Patti smiled.
***
Gloria smiled.
“Wow, look at you! Police Woman Pepper Dickinson! You did it! I remember taking that criminology class together back in school; I knew you’d make it.”
She looked at her friend; Pepper was a tall girl, an inch or two taller than Gloria with curly blond hair and a pair of nice breasts visible even under the police woman’s shirt. Dressed in a navy blue shirt with baby blue pants she looked like a walking symbol of authority. Just like Gloria always wanted to be.
“Thank you, thank you! I just graduated the academy last week and already worked on my first case, busting a bunch of gang members Stella caught.”
“Oh. I, I uh, heard they let them go.”
“Yeah, real shame, seems the women they attacked didn’t want to testify so the DA had no case. It’s a shame; unless people are willing to come forward we’ll never get crime under control.”
“Yeah, um, right.”
“But what about you, what are you up to these days? Nice place by the way.”
“Well you know my dad wouldn’t let me join the police, so I got a job at Megapolis Public Library for a while. But then I had an idea, even if I can’t be a cop I could still use my education to fight crime. So I’ve been freelancing, working with banks, businesses, jewelry stores and so to make them safe against crime. Of course I can’t really say who my clients are, because of non-disclosure agreements, but you might say I’m helping to keep the whole city safe.”
“Wow, sounds good. Must be paying well too.”
“I do OK.” Gloria breathed a sigh of relief, she’d come up with that cover story a few months ago, even printing stationary and cards for Barbarossa Security Consulting and putting an ad in the yellow pages. It explained her newfound wealth, excused any knowledge of crime she had and gave her a handy excuse for dodging any specific questions about what she did. The fact it fooled her old classmate showed it worked.
“So who’s your roommate? I saw the name Lewis on your mailbox. You’re not shacking up with a guy are you?” Pepper laughed.
“Wow you really are a cop aren’t you? No, no it’s Lynn Lewis, she’s a friend of mine, we’re sharing the rent.”
“That’s cool; let me tell you, now that I’m a cop I’m worried about any woman living alone. Let me tell you things are getting rough out there, these new gangs, they’re not like the mob or the old crooks, they’re like animals.”
“I believe you Pepper, I really do.” She let the subject hang there for a minute and then it dropped.
“So do you ever hear from the rest of the old bunch?”
“I got a letter a few weeks ago from Suzy Angel. Her mom’s sick so she headed back south to be with her. Got a job teaching and coaching cheerleaders.”
“Funny. It must be nice to be in some small town without all the crazy stuff we see here in the city.”
***
“Huh? What happened?”
“Jack the Janitor happened Miss Angel! He took us way out here and he was going to do something to Patti. But then he like had a heart attack or something.”
Suzy Angel stepped out of the truck holding her aching head. The four girls were standing around looking like they’d just woken up.
“Where are we anyway?” Debbi asked.
“I don’t know girls but we have to find help.” Miss Angel looked in the truck but they keys were gone. She looked over at Jack the Janitor’s body. His pants were down and he’d shat himself. No one wanted to go near that. “OK guys, I guess we have to go for help.”
“But which way Miss Angel?”
Miss Angel could see a couple of paths leading out of the clearing and the dirt road they’d come up. None of them looked well-used. And she knew the dirt road was miles away from the interstate.
“OK, we’ll split up, everyone take an emergency dime and go in a different direction. If it starts to get dark head back here.” She opened her purse and gave each girl a dime for a payphone.
The four girls nodded and they set out.
***
The Minx nodded and set out. Seeing Pepper has been a nice surprise and really helped snap her out of her funk. If a normal girl like Pepper and countless other police women could go out and fight crime so could she!
Sure Gloria had had one bad break, it was close call, but she’d learned from it. She opened the secret panel behind the book case and stepped into open space. She fell!
This ventilation shaft ran all forty stories from the penthouse to the ground and the abandoned subway tunnel underneath. The four hundred foot fall would reduce her to a red smear.
If she hit bottom.
At 380 feet the fans started, pushing up at her with just enough force to slow her and finally, a foot from the ground, stop her.
She kicked against the wall and landed on the ground of the Minx Pad.
It was still a work in progress; a couple of Minx Cycles were set up at different tunnels. She had more stashed at different tunnels around the city to get her back to the Pad from anywhere in the city. A workbench was covered with gadgets and diamonds. Crates of books lay around, awaiting the fifteen minute review she needed to put them into her photographic memory. And a waterbed was in an alcove to the side.
It wasn’t as classy as the old Fox Den, not yet, but it was getting there.
She hopped on a bike and headed for the west side.
It would be dark soon.
***
Cindi followed her path for a couple of minutes until she was out of sight. Then she reached into her white sock and took out a tightly rolled joint. She didn’t want to light in front of the others cause she didn’t have any to spare and Miss Angel was so uptight she’d probably hassle her over it. She lit a match and took a drag. After today she really needed it.
She sat down on a log. She just needed to get mellow.
Sitting there in the woods she felt really good. Even after that scary shit with Jack the janitor she was totally groovy. If Stevie the quarterback was here life would be perfect! She took another long drag and put her free hand between her legs, she squeezed them shut and felt its warmth. She sighed. Life was perfect she thought.
Which is why she didn’t notice the guy behind her with the chloroform.
***
Kristi wrinkled her nose in disgust. Walking through the woods was gross. There was probably animal shit all over the place. Miss Angel was such an idiot. She’d talk to her daddy about getting that coach fired after this fiasco!
The path led downhill and the trees were thinning out. She saw a barbed wire fence and followed it. There were cows grazing on the other side. Thank God! There would be people, and a phone and she’d call daddy and she’d be home in no time!
Sure enough a farmhouse was just around the corner and there was even a guy with a pitchfork outside. She started to run.
“Hey you, yeah you! You gotta help me!”
“Huh? Who are you?” He looked at her tight white ‘Beavers’ sweater and short skirt. And the breasts and legs inside. “I mean, what can I do for you missy?”
She ran up to him and stopped, panting. “There was a guy, I mean, not just a guy; he’s like our janitor right? And like our car broke down and he practically kidnapped us and there was this altar and he tried to rape Patti and then he had a heart attack and he has the keys so I had to walk and you’ve gotta call the cops!”
The farmer scratched his head. “Janitor you say? You mean old Jack?”
“Yeah! He was talking about Satan and stuff and said we were in his power and we couldn’t move and it was really scary and then-“
“So you’re like, one of them cheerleaders right?”
Debbi looked at her uniform and short skirt. “Um, yeah.” Dumbass she muttered under her breath.
“The sheriff’s gonna wanna hear bout this.”
“That’s what I said; you have to call the sheriff!”
The farmer lowered his pitchfork and pointed it at the teen. “You ain’t going no where till the sheriff comes!”
“But-“
He poked the pitchfork at her and she backed off. He poked it again, herding her towards a gate in the barbed wire. There were pigs behind it.
“Open it up girly and git inside.”
“But-“
“Now git!”
She fumbled with the gate and climbed into the pig pen. Her clean white Keds sank into the mud. The pigs snorted in her direction.
“Look you idiot! I WANT to see the sheriff.”
“Oh, you gonna see the sheriff all right, but you ain’t gonna like it, I tell you what.”
He grabbed some rope and securely tied the gate shut. He gestured to her, “come here, put your hands here.” The teen reluctantly complied and he grabbed her wrists and tightly tied them together.
“Hey! Stop! I told you I want to see the sheriff.”
But he just grabbed her head and pushed hard. She slipped in the mud and fell on her back, mud covering her pretty white uniform.
The farmer took out a gold pentagram medallion from his shirt and kissed it.
“Audi precas maya, Satana blessed be…” he chanted in thanks.
The pigs snorted. The farmed laughed. And rich, spoiled Kristi felt very, very afraid.
***
Debbi practically skipped down her path. The woods were actually kind of pretty. She was sure she’d find some kindly farmer or something who could help her out. And then they’d all laugh about this.
The path started going uphill but the trees were thinning out. She spotted a faded wooden sign with an arrow: ‘Brother Barnicus’. Brother? Some sort of monastery or something? She headed that way. Hopefully he hasn’t taken a vow of silence she thought.
The path got rougher, the slope steeper and Debbi stumbled a few times. But finally she saw smoke ahead and then a chimney. “Hello?” She cried. “Hello?”
It was small shack, the door opened and a man in brown robes stepped out. “Yes? May I help you?”
Debbie headed towards him, stumbled and ended up on her knees at his feet. She grabbed his robes. “Oh father, you have to help me, we’re stranded here and Jack is dead and… and…”
“Have no fear my child, you are in good hands, in the Dark Lord’s hands.”
He was looking down at her with a leer.
“Um what?”
He reached into his robes and took out a gold pentagram medallion.
“Audi precas maya, Satana blessed be…” He said and reached for the girl’s hair.
***
Miss Angel followed the road; she’d remembered seeing a driveway off of it. Hopefully there would be someone there.
Sure enough the gravel road led up to clearing with a couple of sheds, a large wooden building and even better there was a sign: ‘Sheriff Lucas Morningstar and Lily Morningstar’. “Great!” she yelled! Things were looking better already.
She knocked on the door; a stern-looking middle-aged old woman opened it.
“Yes?”
“Hi, I’m Suzy Angel, I… my… Jack… um… Is the sheriff here?”
“Yes, come in. You look like you have had a harrowing experience.”
“Oh thank you, I really did have a… yeah today’s been pretty bad.”
“Honey, who is this?” An older man had just entered. He was silver-haired and had a slight belly but still looked a tough as old leather. The silver star on his chest was all Miss Angel needed to see.
“Sheriff! Hi, I’m Suzy Angel; I coach a cheerleading team, the Beavers. We um, we just had some trouble here.”
“Trouble you say, what brought you here anyway? This isn’t exactly on anyone’s way.”
“That’s the thing, we broke down and our janitor Jack gave us a lift. Well he started acting weird and drove us way out here. Then he… he… he tried…” She broke down in sobs. The sheriff gestured to his wife she helped Miss Angel to a chair and poured her something to drink.
“T-thank you. Thanks.” She took another drink. “He tried to attack on of the girls. But then he had a heart attack or something.”
“Jack you say? Had a heart attack? Where is he now?”
“He’s up the road a way, in a clearing, near some strange altar or something.”
“I see. And where are the rest of the girls?”
“We split up to try and find help.”
“That was very foolish of you. It will be difficult to find all of you now.”
“Yes, I suppose it was, but we had no idea where you were, or where the town is or even where we are.”
“Well this is a bit of wild country, not really a town, more of a collection of farms and settlements. We have our own ways here, some eccentric characters too. I hope your girls are safe.”
“Oh no. You don’t think anything happened to them do you?”
“That’s what I’ll have to find out. You wait here while I make some calls.”
“OK, and thank you!”
“You should finish your drink dear” the sheriff’s wife said. “It will help you relax.”
“Oh yes, thank you. What is it? Some sort of herbal tea?”
“Yes, my own blend in fact.”
“Well it’s very gooooooo…” Her head hit her breasts and she fell over on the couch.
“Yes my dear, it is quite good, but you have to finish it all, sometimes the poison’s on the bottom.”
***
Patti ignored the path and simply went in the direction she knew was right. Ever since she was kid she had had these feelings, like something older and wiser than her was telling her what to do. In the last few weeks they had gotten stronger and more frequent and today they were guiding her.
She emerged from the woods into a clearing. There were several sheds and one large house; a group of men were assembling there. A tow truck was coming in with Miss Angel’s car from the interstate. She saw a man come up a path with Cindi over his shoulder.
Someone saw her and yelled. “Hey! There’s another one! Lucifer, Diablo get her!”
Two jet-black barking and growling Dobermans charged towards the skinny blonde. Patti stood there impassively as the charged, just looking at them. Suddenly they whimpered, turned and ran back to the sheriff. The men closed in around her, torches, pitchforks, machetes and rifles at the ready.
“I don’t know how you did that but you’re coming with us girly.”
Patti followed but with a sly grin on her face.
***
The Scarlet Wolf walked in with a sly grin on his face and lifted his hands making two ‘Vs for victory’ in a parody of President Nixon. The Wolf Pack members cheered.
“All charges dropped! There was no way the bitch was showing up to admit what we did to her! Tore off her coat, ripped off her bra and unmasked her! She’s done. She’s never showing her face in the west side again.”
“Unmasked her? So you saw her face?”
“Yeah. It was dark, and I don’t think anyone else saw it, but I did. And if I ever see the bitch again I’ll know her. Shame that bitch Stella burned the picture.”
“Fucking Stella. Back in the day Stellar Man never messed with us. He played fair.”
“Yeah well if Stella’s not playing fair, I don’t see why we gotta either. She’s not unstoppable, she had weaknesses. We can use them.”
***
“Get up Jack” the sheriff kicked the janitor hard. Jack twitched and stirred. “Huh? What? Am I alive?”
“Yeah you’re alive you fat slob. Not that you deserve to be. You had some kind of fit or something and those cheer girls thought you were dead.”
“Oh, look, I was totally going to bring them to you, I just thought y’know, I waited this long…”
“Well be grateful the Dark Lord only knocked you out, you screw up the plan again and you’ll be the next sacrifice. What if the one you picked was the Dark Lord’s chosen bride? Did you think of that? Death would be a mercy to the one who touches his virgin.”
“Oh… yeah…” He thought about he never saw Patti with the boys, that was close!
“Now come on, unlike you some of the Dark Lord’s servants are competent. We’ve got all four of them, and their coach. We’ll have the ceremony tomorrow night. And then we will all receive our rewards!”
“Audi precas maya, Satana blessed be…” Jack yelled!
“Yes. Precisely.”
***
The Minx returned to her Pad. It had been a good night. She’d stopped three muggings and a jewel robbery. All without Stella’s help or any problems. It did wonders for her confidence. She hung up her armored coat and changed into street clothes. She took the stairs up to her building’s underground garage and got in the passenger elevator.
Stella was waiting for her upstairs. “Oh hey, Lynn. Did you go out on patrol tonight?”
Gloria laughed. “Like you weren’t watching me with your stellar sight the whole time? Yes I went out, and I did fine.”
“Sorry Gloria, it’s not that-“
“No Lynn, it’s OK. I mean we’re partners, we watch out for each other, that’s how it works. How was the construction?”
“It was OK, we’re no where near done but made some real progress. It’s good to feel useful.”
“Good news Lynn, hey who knows maybe you will master those stellar speed repairs after all.”
“Oh I’m still a long way from doing that. Oh you got a call from your friend Pepper. Something about Suzy is missing.”
“Suzy? Suzy Angel?”
“Yeah. She saw it on the police wire. Suzy and some cheerleaders are missing down south.”
Gloria turned on her heel and headed for the secret bookcase. “In that case, come on partner, we’re taking a road trip!”
Afterword
Like many of my stories this one is inspired by a movie, oddly enough called Satan’s Cheerleaders. It’s pretty bad. No. It’s really bad. Not even so bad it’s good bad, just plain so bad it’s bad.
But still it has potential. I mean Satan + Cheerleaders is even better than Gorillas + Nazis!
Sorry that Stella and the Minx barely do anything in this issue, I could have done their whole kidnapping in like, one line “and then some cheerleaders were kidnapped by Devil Worshippers” but gee, what fun would that be?
Next issue: Stella vs. SATAN’S CHEERLEADERS! Part 2! Can even the Girl of the Stars defeat the power of Satanic cheerleaders? Will the Minx get her groove back? Find out in our next exciting issue!
Marcus Lycus
January 2008
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