THE SEARCH FOR
JUSTICE
By Scarlet based on a role-play with a special friend
WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc, MF). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further.
Part II.
Chapter 6. Recap of
Part I.
After the successful apprehension
of the dangerous Scorpion, the Scarlet Witch had been ambushed by the
comical-looking man-of-mystery called The
Judge. The ebony-clad man was
wanted in connection with the murder of several underworld
figures.
He had once been a prominent court official, but the revolving
door of the courts had pushed him to the edge of sanity and
beyond. He had watched villains,
murderers, and rapists walk free due to technicalities or lack of
evidence. He had decided to
dole out his own brand of justice to the criminal element, but it was a losing
battle; there were just too many of
them. Then one day it occurred
to him why the evil plague always seemed to win–the so-called heroes
were helping the bad guys escape the law–and now it was up to him to
rectify that situation.
The Scarlet Witch had been
the first of these so-called heroes to be brought to his justice, because
of her former criminal background, her would-be world-conquering father,
and her boyfriend of uncertain
background. Though the heroine
would not have believed it possible, the portly and
middle-aged judiciary had
quickly defeated her. He had
then placed a neural inhibitor collar around her pretty neck, and taken her
to his own private courtroom in an abandoned and forgotten subway terminal
deep below the city. There she
had been “tried” by the demented man, pronounced guilty, and sentenced
to death. When the The Judge
had declared that the crimson-clad Avenger would service his carnal needs
before being executed, another battle had
erupted. Without her powers,
the heroine had been quickly defeated.
When Scarlet again awoke, she found
that a new persona had taken control of The
Judge. It was revealed that
The Judge was an alien symbiont/human amalgamation, and that the
judiciary’s ebony robes were the offspring of the creature called
Venom. After explaining how
the symbiont had saved the human judge’s life by merging with him, the
dark “costume” had formed tendrils and tentacles that it used to
denude the young heroine and then rape
her. The Scarlet Witch had withstood
the sordid assault, her dignity intact–she had avoided the dreaded forced
orgasm in spite of the
rape.
The Judge stood firmly planted on
the tiled of floor in Their Courtroom, their black judicial robe swirling
and rippling over the human’s somewhat chubby body as they stoically
looked at the gasping heroine still trapped in their serpentine
tendrils. The alien symbiont/human felt what could only be called
satisfaction at having planted their alien seed in the heroine’s
womb. Whether this sense of
satisfaction was borne of man or alien was unclear, but it was obvious that
the fiendish creature was not done with its comely
prey. The tentacles on the
Avenger’s limbs suddenly tightened their grips and then abruptly turned
the denuded woman upside down in mid
air. The phallic tendril that
had been raping the auburn-haired beauty’s vagina pulled free with a
loud popping sound, and the tentacles around the writhing female’s limbs
began retract back toward the symbiont, bringing the Scarlet Witch ever closer
to her captor(s).
“Hey!
What the heck are you doing, you
bastard? You just raped me with that foul costume of yours...now
are you going to drop me on my head as some sick idea of execution?”
Scarlet shrilled loudly as she was abruptly manhandled and spun around by
the tight tentacles holding her into the air by her spread-eagled
limbs.
The Judge let their symbiont bring
the struggling Avenger to them.
The alien being fed off of the human’s emotions and
thoughts–they were one, joined together in a perfect harmonic union,
a symbiosis of man and symbiont.
Now that the alien had experienced their captive's delights, the man
long buried inside of the monstrosity felt the need for human joining as
well. "No female, We want to
sample your other attributes on the human’s male reproductive organ
as We continue to procreate with you."
The loose hanging folds of The Judge's
robe flowed in liquid fashion, and the part of the symbiont covering the
human’s groin started to swirl in a vortex like a miniature
whirlpool. The black
“costume” slowly pulled outwards to reveal the human manhood
underneath–a penis, seven inches long and nearly an inch thick soon
jutted out of the robe. The
purple and spongy head of the appendage was already leaking preseminal fluid
from its slit as it pointed to Scarlet’s pouting lips as she was drawn
toward the manhood.
Sorrowful frustration drowned the
Scarlet Witch, as the robe slowly opened to reveal the turgid, human,
flesh-and-blood phallus, and she came to realize that her debasing ordeal
wasn't quite over. She struggled inwardly as she tried to decide what to
do if the obvious was forced upon her–to bite, or cooperate and try
to end things quickly. Then
she gasped loudly as she suddenly felt another tentacle push its way into
her wet sex, and the tentacles binding her limbs began to bounce her up and
down as smaller tentacles coiled around and massaged her firm but tender
breasts as they jiggled on her chest!
“Ohh! Ohh
God!! Now what are you up
to? You've had your fun...let
me go now...please end this rape!
Can't you understand that you yourself are breaking laws that you
are sworn to uphold!
Listen! The alien symbiont
must be affecting the way you think!
You've got to make it stop!” the heroine pled in
desperation.
“Quiet female…We do not
care about your archaic notions of
justice. We put up with the
eccentricities of the Host to appease him, and keep him
docile. Now you will use your
mouth to pleasure the human organ while We continue to impregnate you to
create a new order of human/symbiont offspring,” The Judge exclaimed
as they looked down at their prey as she was drawn ever closer to the
human’s oozing penis.
The Scarlet Witch moaned loudly as
she suddenly felt a new tentacle probing rhythmically up and down in her
womb, and the smaller tentacles continued to squish her bounteous breasts
and suckle on her protruding nipples.
As her comely face was effortlessly brought ever closer to The
Judge’s swollen manhood, the wide-eyed heroine decided that biting was
not a good idea. She was afraid
the symbiont might feel the pain through the obvious link with the supposed
judiciary, and rip her limb from limb! ‘No...I'll do my best to make
the son-of-a-bitch spill his load as quickly as possible...I just hope that
my broad-spectrum birth control works against the DNA of this alien sperm',
she thought, actually crossing the fingers of her right hand, before making
yet another plea for sanity.
“Ohhh God! Please
just let me go...or at least get done with
this...this...THIS...VILENESS!!!!”
The Judge moaned in pleasure as they
felt Scarlet's lips press to the human’s
penis. It had been far too long
since the man inside the monster had known the pleasures of a woman's
touch. They pushed the head
of the cock to the heroine’s lips and tried to gain
entry. She resisted; They felt
anger! Suddenly a swirling mass
of the symbiont/robe sprang outward and flowed over the Avenger's face, covering
her exotic features, save for her mouth and nose, in a tight, black mask
of ebon threads. The black covering
compressed inward against the Scarlet Witch’s jaw, forcing her mouth
to open and her lips to part against her
will. The Judge's hips surged
suddenly forward, thrusting the human cock deep into the heroine’s gaping
mouth as they exclaimed triumphantly, "Suck it you dirty little whore!"
The Scarlet Witch groaned softly
in defeat as the phallus entered her wet mouth and she realized her foolishness
in ever thinking she actually had the choice of biting the rapist's tumid
manhood! Then she moaned loudly
as The Judge’s thick member slid past her ruby lips, past her ivory
teeth, over her wet, wriggling tongue, all the way to the back of her mouth
and to the entrance to her throat.
The heroine fought a gag reflex and quickly started rubbing her tongue
over the top of the thick member, concentrating on the rim of the bulbous
end, and sucking hard. Scarlet hoped to quickly end the oral rape and possibly
be released!
The Judge sighed in pleasure as they
felt the Avenger go to work on the human’s
penis. Meanwhile, the alien
symbiont’s tubular member thrust rhythmically in and out of Scarlet's
violated womanhood, opening her up for farther
exploration. As the thick alien
member pumped deep into the moaning woman’s hot sex, a smaller tendril
wiggled up her back and slipped between her flailing
legs. This new tendril invader
surreptitiously pushed its way under the larger penisoid already lunging
into the Scarlet Witch's sex, wiggling under the larger penile intruder and
forcing the thicker tube up against the helpless heroine’s
clitoris.
The Scarlet Witch’s gold-flecked
blue eyes bugged out, and she felt the heat in her loins building relentlessly
as her steaming sex was entered by the second
tendril. She fought to maintain composure and control, but it seemed
hopeless as the second tendril slowly expanded, gaining mass and girth, and
the first penisoid rubbing even more against the tender button of her sexual
center. Soon, two thick tentacle phallus' were plunging in and out of her
over-stuffed love channel.
All the writhing heroine could do was moan in intense pleasure over
the manhood in her mouth; hope was crushed as she realized that pride in
her sexual self-control would be something she would not leave with this
day!
The Avenger gagged briefly in surprise
as her ebony-enveloped head was abruptly pushed forward so hard by the
man/monster that the rigid manhood in her mouth was thrust deep into her
throat. Scarlet blushed deeply as she felt the heat continue to build inexorably
in her loins–as she felt her body betray her mind and plunge towards
sordid release. She quickly came to realize that her only chance at retaining
her pride rested on her ability to satiate the man's carnal desires first,
so she tried a new strategy–she literally swallowed so that her throat
muscles themselves massaged the end of the phallus in her mouth. As her head
was allowed to pull back, she wriggled her tongue around the rim of the bulbous
end and sucked hard. Then, as
the end of the thick member reentered her tight throat, she swallowed
again. This sequence was repeated over and over, as the heroine
struggled, ever poised on the brink of sexual release.
The Judge placed their human hands
on each side of Scarlet's head and worked in stride with both tentacles and
manhood on the mutant/witch’s mouth and
sex. As the soft spongy head
of the human manhood began dripping clear precum down the heroine’s
massaging throat, a pleasure-filled voice cried out,
"Yes! That is correctly done
human…you will make an excellent mate for Us, and will assist Us by
mothering Our offspring. We
can sense your arousal as your body responds to Us. Give yourself over to
the emotions, let yourself go so that We may ensure the proper conditions
for fertilization and gestation in your womb."
As The Judge spoke of Their plans,
the twin flapping tendrils kept up the merciless assault on the Scarlet
Witch’s defenseless, blooming
womanhood. The thick black tubes
soaked up her womanly fluids and encoded her genetic make-up into Their memory,
preparing for impregnation. As
the duel darts of doom drilled relentlessly into the Avenger’s sloshing
sex, a small, thread-like offshoot from the first raping tentacle slithered
slowly over Scarlet's heated love button; it coiled around her swollen,
protruding clitoris and started to squeeze it and vibrate rapidly up and
down over the tender love button, seeking to arouse her fully so that
fertilization could occur.
As the two large, eel-like tentacles
simultaneously pumped into the heroine’s heated cavern, another small
offshoot parted from the second tendril and slithered between the woman’s
shapely thighs to wriggle over and probe her crinkled anal
orifice. Both the tentacles in the heroine’s vagina began
to widen as they produced the seed needed to germinate inside the Scarlet
Witch. The Judge moaning wantonly
as the human’s hairy, thick balls whapped against the Avenger’s
cheeks as they raped her mouth, the sperm building within
them. Meanwhile, the small tendrils
wrapping Scarlet’s nipples and clit suddenly clamped down on the sensitive
areas, stroking them wildly.
The Scarlet Witch gasped loudly around
the thick phallus in her mouth as the suction on her sexual center and nipples
increased dramatically. She
moaned frantically as the tentacles continued plunging simultaneously into
her sopping wet sex, suddenly increasing even more in
size. She heard the Judge moan softly, and gained some hope.
Then the something touching her anus tried to gain
entry. The word ‘NO'! rang through her muddled mind, and
she abruptly thrust her head all the way onto the Judges human phallus; with
it deep in her throat, the Avenger twisted her head violently from side to
side! She gasped
again! A single tear flowed from her right eye to stream down
her reddened face as her will was
defeated! Her sex spasmed violently
as a powerful climax was forced through her body!
"MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrggggggghhhh!!!!!!" Scarlet shrilled as she jerked
in twitches helplessly on the synbiont’s tentacles!
The two tentacles thrusting madly
in and out of the Scarlet Witch's twitching sex, sensing her body climaxing
in response to the dual raping, pulsed and wiggled within the heroines ripened
loins as round spherical shapes roughly the size of golf balls abruptly formed
within the tubes and began rapidly moving toward and then into Scarlet's
awaiting uterus. As The Judge watched Scarlet's belly swell outward in a
slight paunch as she was filled with the alien seed, they found themselves
in the throws of their own orgasm, and the human penis in the heroine’s
throat throbbed twice and then erupted in a spray of white cream that rapidly
discharged down her gullet, as they screamed, "AAGGHH! YESS!"
The Scarlet Witch moaned and quivered
as the final throws of her forced orgasm finished washing over her. In the
meantime, The Judge laid the heroine on the ground and retracted all of the
black tendrils. After the many
seconds had passed, the Avenger realized that, although human seed covered
her face and alien seed covered her thighs, the rape had ended and that she
felt a relief of sorts! She looked defiantly up at the Judge, and with obvious
contempt in her voice, she said, “I heard what you or your sentient
symbiont said...said about impregnation. It’s not going to happen! After
a recent close call on an alien world, I had some of the world's greatest
scientists produce a wide-spectrum birth control pill. I am virtually immune
to that threat now. Speaking of now...you've had your thrill...RELEASE
ME!”
The Judge glowered in anger as they
looked down at the cum-drenched heroine on the floor below
them. After many long seconds
spent in silence, the alien symbiont/judiciary regained their composure and
sternly once again pronounced, “This Court finds you guilty as charged
woman! And the sentence is to be carried out immediately! As you challenge
Our right to judge, you will be judged in the traditional way for witches...trial
by water. May God have mercy on your soul! Should you survive the ordeal
you shall become Our mate!”
His pronouncement made, The Judge simply clubbed the heroine unconscious
with a quick downward blow of his right hand to the back of her
head.
The brutal sexual assault over, the
demented judge decided he was tired of the Scarlet Witch’s company and
that it was time to dispose of her. He dressed the limp form of auburn-tressed
mutant/witch in an orange jumpsuit–then he prepared the Avenger for
final trial. The Judge encased
her wrists in set of iron shackles that were connected by a chain between
her wrists. Scarlet's hands
were then placed inside two hollowed out metal balls that screwed onto the
wrist shackles’ outer edges.
Leaving the unconscious woman sprawled
on the floor, The Judge walked quickly over to the eastern side of the chamber
and pushed a small panel on the wall; a loud grinding noise filled the room
as a section of the wall was slowly pulled open by a track and pulley system.
The section of the eastern wall was pulled sideways, guided by metal tracks
on both the top and bottom of wall panel, into a slot in the southern wall
revealing a hidden alcove. Inside
and at the center of the alcove, a rather huge Scale of Justice sat on the
floor and rose some 30 feet into the air. The device spanned a width of roughly
40 feet. In the center of the
device, a colossal solid brass pole shot straight upward toward the low hanging
ceiling; a circular steel beam ran perpendicular across a pivot point which
protruded outward from the shiny pole. The beam’s purpose would have
been to act as a fulcrum to raise and lower the load pans of the scale, if
the two cumbersome, plate-shaped pans had not been placed on the floor of
the alcove and bolted down. The pans were attached to opposite ends of the
beam with 3 cables.
This Scale of Justice was no ordinary
scale, nor was it a sculpture or work of modern art. The huge contraption
served a more diabolical function. It was used by the Judge to put his victims
on trial and decide their final fate. The left pan of the scale had been
modified to hold a clear glass tube that could be vacuum-sealed
airtight. The metal pan was
8 feet in circumference. A
6-inch-thick, 12-foot-long circular glass tube capped by a heavy black plastic
lid surrounded the pan’s outside
rim. The lid was suspended from
another set of cables hanging from a second steel cross beam, this one attached
to a rotating disk on the front of a rotating collar set around the vertical
center pole slightly above the “fulcrum” pivot point. There were
a series of pipes and drains hidden beneath the scale and glass tube; these
pipes and tubes allowed The Judge to pump various liquids or gases into the
glass tube to end the lives of those he found guilty. Microphones in the
glass tomb allowed the judge to hear the screams and pleas for mercy from
those he had condemned.
The Judge purposefully took a small
remote-control box from the folds of his robe and pushed one of the buttons
on the face of the device. With an audible screeching noise, the lid of the
tube was lifted off the glass and rotated via the upper steel beam until
it was positioned above the Judge and the ‘sleeping’ form of Scarlet.
With the touch of another button, the left arm of the beam lowered down until
the bottom of the lid was within a few feet of the
floor. The Judge drug the
unconscious heroine under the hanging lid, pushed her into a sitting position,
pulled her arms over her head, and clamped her iron shackles to the bottom
of the large capping device. Once the Avenger was secure, he activated the control
box once more. The lid of the glass tube was slowly pulled back up into the
air and rotated towards its original position, carrying the limp form of
the Scarlet Witch with it. Nearing
its destination, the lid was raised even higher as the beam extended outward;
as the heroine’s feet cleared the edge of the large glass tube, she
was lowered as the beam retracted, until there was a loud ‘kissing”
sound as the lid ceiled off the glass tube with the ‘condemned’
woman inside.
The Judge walked over to stand directly
in front of the glass tube, looked up at the limp form of the
‘mighty’ Avenger, smiled, and pushed yet another button on the
remote-control device. As his
finger plunged down on the button, there was a loud swooshing sound as pumps
turned on and small doors opened up in the bottom of the clear tube, exposing
the ends of several open pipes.
Next came the sound of flowing liquid as water suddenly rushed into
the bottom of the sealed death trap, beginning to fill the tube and displace
the air inside.
The Scarlet Witch abruptly awoke
with a start and, after a moment of confusion, kicked hard at the large,
transparent tube she suddenly found herself
in. She looked down to see the
water flowing around her feet and then upward at the hook through the link
in the center of the chain attached to her shackled wrists. “What the
heck are you up to Judge,” Scarlet screamed in abject terror. “You
can't do this...it isn't right...this is a mockery of justice and you know
it!”
The Judge remained stoic and silent,
and, for several minutes, the only sounds in the underground chamber were
those of the Scarlet Witch struggling in her bonds, the gasps of her rapid
breathing, and the echos of the churning water as it rushed into to fill
the airtight tube. Finally, the judiciary’s deep voice pronounced,
“You were pronounced guilty by this tribunal and the sentence stands...as
was the practice in the witch trials of old, so shall proceed your trial
of water. Guilty witches were drowned like wet rats, and you Scarlet are
as guilty as they come!”
The Scarlet Witch groaned loudly,
and began desperately slamming her knee hard against the tube wall as the
water continued pouring in. Her
gold-flecked blue eyes grew wide with fear, and she slowly shook her
auburn-tressed head negatively.
She now realized with certainty what The Judge had in mind, and she
didn't like it one bit! “NOOOOOoooo!!! Stop this now! Please...stop!”
Scarlet shrilled loudly as she struggled desperately to pull her hands free
and continued to kick hard at the clear tubing walls, hoping beyond hope
that she could crack the container.
Then the water reached her chin, with a loud gasp she exhaled deeply
and then filled her lungs with all the air she could take
in. The heroine’s eyes
bugged out with mind-numbing terror as by the rising liquid slowly covered
her head.
Meanwhile, The Judge stood tall and
seemed oddly serene as they watched the bubbling, liquid reach the top of
the tube, totally submerging the Scarlet
Witch. They knew it was now
only a matter of time before her lungs burst from lack of air and she drowned,
thus vanquishing another offender of justice. The Judge folded their arms
across their barreled chest and nodded their head in
satisfaction. A feeling of pride
swelled within them, for their justice was soon to be served with
finality.
The Scarlet Witch held her breath
for two long minutes in the drowning tube as she struggled hopelessly to
crack the thick glass. Her face grew ever redder as she watched The Judge
gloating at her impending doom.
Scarlet’s vision began to slowly blur as the oxygen in her lungs
was inevitably used up. Her
mind began to gradually cloud as well.
Then there was a sharp pain, a shocking sensation, at the back of
her neck; in surprise she suddenly exhaled, losing the last of her valuable
air supply!
The Scarlet Witch shook her head
slowly from side to side in horror and fear as thoughts of death flooded
through her muddled mind.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the realization hit her. ‘The pain
at the back of her neck–the neural inhibitor collar–could it
be? Could it have shorted out
as water got into its circuits?’
Scarlet, without thinking took a deep breath, her lungs filled partially
with water and she begins to choke!
As her mind became ever grayer, the heroine realized that she just
might have a chance! ‘What should I do, what should I try?' she wondered,
‘If I cast a hex there is a reasonably high chance it will be a dud,
or some spell that has no effect on the container, and there may only time
for one chance! Magic then,
but how can that help?' A slight
smile crossed her face as she recognized a slight hope!
The Avenger focused her entire being
on the task at hand, at one single spell, and suddenly cast ‘dispel
water’! The half-drowned
heroine was pleasantly astonished as the tube suddenly contained only a small
amount of residual water clinging to her prison-like apparel, her body, and
the surfaces of the tube. Scarlet
quickly began casting hexes at the sphere-like metal bindings about her hands
and wrists. With the first hex,
her hands and bindings were suddenly incased in ice as the green hex-field
aura faded; the next hex caused a display of pretty lights, a
dud. Panic returned to her comely
face! With the third hex, as
green sphere-like aura formed and then faded around her bindings, and all
non-organic material suddenly disappeared from around her hands and wrists,
and the heroine dropped free to the floor of the scale
pan!
The Judge’s human half suddenly
shuddered under the flowing, rippling robe, terror suddenly striking the
human heart that still beat in the chest of the joined beings, as the frail
human man beneath the gruff, cold exterior suddenly feared defeat at the
hands of the heroine. As the
symbiont momentarily lost control and the union faltered, one being became
two. The symbiont quickly realized that it was losing control of the host,
and was quick to reassert its influence and control over the weak, phsychotic
human male. "We are one"....The
Judge proclaimed loudly as they watched their plans unravel in front of
them. They curse their short
sightedness with respect to the collar’s vulnerability and braced for
the impending battle as the ‘condemned’ freed herself of her shackles.
The Scarlet Witch had began yelling
loudly in victory, and then suddenly realized the trial was not yet over;
the air in the tube was thin, and not much, if any, new air is making its
way into the chamber. Scarlet
realized she had to get out quickly.
Scarlet quickly cast dispel clothes to get rid of the prison uniform,
followed by create clothes, with the result that she was once again dressed
in her familiar crimson uniform, the disk and broach in their proper places,
the scepter leaning against the tube in front of
her. Scarlet grabbed her scepter
and smashed it against the tube as hard as she
could. The tube shook but did
not break. The heroine realized
she had better escape quickly as she watched The Judge’s strange reaction
to her sudden freedom.
The Scarlet Witch prepared to energize
her scepter, then stopped, thinking, ‘What if I produce flames and the
tube reflects them? The oxygen
would be consumed! What if I
create an ice storm, refilling the tube?
No!!! My hex power is
too unreliable? What to
do? Wait, I know!!!' Scarlet
quickly touched the silver-colored Broach of Displacement at her neck, and
with a slight flash of light and small gust of wind, disappeared, leaving
the tube suddenly vacated! With another slight flash of light and small gust of wind,
Scarlet reappeared about twenty feet to the right of the Judge.
The Judge wasted no time as the full
impact of the aspiring events finally sank into their joined intellect, and
for the first time since The Judge's campaign of terror began, They started
to doubt themselves. Until now,
the symbiont had accepted the man's insanity and did its best to fuel his
lunacies and contorted sense of justice.
Now, however, the dementia was lifting somewhat, and the ebony clad
human was now questioning his acts.
‘Perhaps they had gone too far, and come up against the one defendant
who could undo their eternal struggle to achieve law and
order!’ 'NOOO!!' a voice
screamed in the human's head, ‘We ARE The Judge! We are the LAW!! And
WE are the Final Ruling!’
Once more the alien symbiont regained control over the human to which
it was joined, and The Judge was once again ready to preside or Their
court! The black attired figure quickly strode over to the
judge’s bench where his favorite weapon hung from a
hook. With a loud
‘SCHING!’, The Judge pulled a 5-foot-long sword from its scabbard
and readied for battle.
The Scarlet Witch forcefully slammed
the base of her scepter onto the surface of the underground
floor. The echoes of the metallic
clang seem to reverberate loudly through the
room. She then pointed with
obvious ire at the human judge and his alien symbiont clothes, and snarled
angrily, “You have gone to far, you two who are
one. I am the Scarlet Witch
of the mighty Avengers. I am
she who has saved this fragile orb we call Earth an several
occasions. I am the destroyer of Ultron, the source of my
accessories. I am the daughter
of Magneto, the self-proclaimed most powerful mutant on
earth! All this and you hold a mockery of a trial and then
try to drown me like a lowly rat!
SURRENDER NOW...FOR IF YOU DO NOT...I CANNOT VOUCH SAFE YOU'RE DUAL
FATES!!!! SURRENDER I
SAY!!!!” The mutant/witch
then energized her scepter and was surrounded by an impenetrable dome of
flames; through the flickering holocaust, The Judge could see that the beautiful
heroine stood unsinged, in full control of the energy filling the air around
her.
The Judge stood shaking in front
of his desk, obviously consumed by rage, as they watched Their supposedly
vanquished foe standing before them and displaying awe inspiring
power. There was a lot of life
left in this woman who was supposed to have been
drowned. They, man and symbiont,
each knew fear, fear being a new emotion for the alien and one it did not
like in the least! They raged
loudly back in answer to the woman’s challenge, “You are a pompous,
arrogant human, the same as the rest of your species. You are born different
from the rest of humanity and given 'special' powers through some genetic
quirk of fate! Our kind has
been around since the dawn of time, and so will continue to exist long after
this ball of dirt ceases to exist!
You and the rest of your kind are guilty of arrogance at the very
least...So says The Judge!”
The Scarlet Witch abruptly pointed
her scepter threateningly at The Judge, allowing the flames around her to
fade, and energized it with her mutant power, generating a beam of green
energy which suddenly transformed into a powerful, bright blue, arc of
electricity that connected with the man/symbionts chest. As the electricity
arced between her and her enemy in a low-amplitude sine wave, she thought,
‘Thank god I didn't energize the scepter in the tube, for I would surely
be dead now as wet as it was!'
Then she raged, “Live if you can, die if you must...in truth,
I care not! It is time for
justice...justice delivered by another
Judge! Let it be the all-powerful
God, or let it be the just courts of this land, I care not...in truth, I
care not! I bid you again
surrender!”
The-Judge suddenly dropped to the
hard floor of the chamber, their form without movement, smoke rising from
their chest where the lightning bolt had smote
them. However, the entity was
not finished; now They were being judged, judged by an inferior creature,
and that could not be tolerated.
After mere seconds had passed, The Judge slowly staggered to Their
feet again, shaking Their head to clear out the cobwebs, this done more for
the benefit of the human. The symbiont was still aware and thinking, in spite of
the gaping, smoldering hole in the front of the robe; the fringes of the
hole were tattered and stringy.
There appeared to be red, charred skin exposed by the
hole. Suddenly the robe started
to ripple and slither alive on Their chest, small strings of liquid black
interweaving and soon closing the hole until the robe was solid once
more.
The dazed judge lifted the sword
in both hands and aimed the tip at Scarlet; the blade crackled and sparked
as a blue ring of electricity swirled around and pulsed up and down the blade.
“Live we will...die you must. Tis said the truth is out there, but the
truth is open to interpretation.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but you will not see that
beauty. It is said justice us blind, and so shall you be!”
The blue ring of electricity abruptly discharged from the sword to leap towards
the Avenger’s head
The Scarlet Witch, sensing something
was up as the sword was waved with a flourish and her foe began ranting,
performed a quick gymnast's role to her right, springing quickly to her feet
in time to see The Judge's own electricity pass through the space she had
been moments before! She yelled
back in defiance, “It is strange for you to note that Justice is blind...for
that is the alleged reason for your
vigilantism. And yes, beauty
is in the eye of the beholder, and I can assure you that the justice, no
injustice, you now stand for is truly
ugly. SURRENDER I say...I have
little control of my power...you roll the dice each time you force me to
use it!” Scarlet energizes her scepter once again with her mutant power,
generating another beam of green energy which suddenly transforms into, as
incredible as it may seem, into yet another powerful, bright blue arc of
electricity which connected with the man/symbiont’s chest. As the
electricity arced into the man with a deafening CCRRRAAAAACCKKK, she thought,
‘The odds against two successive hexes being the same are
astronomical! God must indeed
be with me this day!'
The Judge’s symbiont half was
better prepared this time; it sensed the scepter about to release another
hex and tried to compensate the best it
could. The human host was no
longer a factor in the battle, his consciousness locked away into the darkest
recesses of their mind. Without
the confusion of a second will, the symbiont was able to react in a nanosecond
and change the consistency and texture of its robed form to a liquid rubber
substance–the robes oozed under the ebony figure’s feet and grounded
him to the floor of the chamber. As a result, the black form was merely knocked
backwards by the blast. As the
electricity faded, the Judge rushed at Scarlet and delivered a round-house
kick to her midsection, resulting in a loud ‘OOOFFf’, and the heroine
landing arse-first on the floor in front of
him. The Judge then quickly
pointed the sword at the bridge of the Scarlet Witch's nose, letting her
feel it's presence as they gloated, "What's the matter,
Avenger? You look as though
the Sword of Damocles is hanging over your head!"
The Scarlet Witch looked quickly
up to see the tip of the strange sword pointed between her eyes, not what
she would have preferred to be looking
at. She called sternly out,
“I have tried to convey to you the danger you are in when you battle
with one who alters but does not control probability itself...but…very
well...whatever the hand that fate deals is on your head not mine!”
Scarlet abruptly pointed at The Judge, little finger and forefinger extended,
the rest of her hand forming a loose fist, and cast a
hex. She was suddenly surrounded by a faint green aura; the
aura then abruptly leaped from her form to envelope the black-robed villain
standing above her form all sides.
Man and symbiont instantly became engulfed in a raging inferno of
flames!
The Judge recoiled backwards from
the heroine below Them as the sudden and unexpected shower of flame rained
down upon Them. The man inside
the suit screamed in terror, expecting to be consumed by
flame. The heat was intense,
and even the symbiont let out an ear piercing shrill as it quickly started
to burn, the robe starting to melt on the body of the joined
beings. A thick black cloud
rose above the blazing creature as parts of its form melted and dripped off
of The Judge's wildy flailing body.
The white nylon wig on Their head burst into flame; both man and symbiont
yelled out in unison as they burned, the air filled with the stench of burning
tires. Then The Judge was suddenly
lifted into the air as the symbiont formed thick round tentacle stilts to
elevate Them over and out of the circle of flame.
Once out of the inferno, the robe
form began to cool and solidify.
The Judge abruptly pulled the seared, smoking wig off of their head
and screamed in rage, "Bitch! You
will die now! Justice be
damned!" The-Judge turned and,
in a flash, and raced over to their desk to retrieve their gavel; the gavel
in hand, they whipped back around to face the Scarlet
Witch. Without explanation,
The Judge tossed the gavel into the air, where it executed two backward flips,
and suddenly expanded in size, weight, and volume to soon resemble a
sledgehammer! The Judge
effortlessly caught the spinning hammer, raised it over their head, and then
sent it crashing down to the floor.
A deafening thunder-like roar filled the chamber as the hammer slammed
into the tiled floor. The marble
tiles cracked and shattered and The Judge’s desk exploded as the floor
split apart, opening a small fissure that made a bee line for the
Avenger. Somehow The Judge had
caused slippage along a buried fault line, resulting in the accompanying
earthquake.
The Scarlet Witch screamed loudly
as she tumbled helplessly into the open
fissure. She twisted desperately
at the last minute, bridging the seemingly bottomless opening with her scepter,
which she grasped desperately. The two ends of the scepter spanning the fissure
and resting on the floor of the chamber were all that prevented her downward
plunge. “Judge, you must be truly
crazy! It is luck alone that
seems to keep this underground tunnel from collapsing upon us. Don't try
that again, unless you have a death wish,” the crimson-clad Avenger
pleaded loudly.
The Judge ignored the heroine and
raised the sledgehammer-gavel once more, smiling beneath the hooded
mask. They were no longer the
judge, but had instead become the executioner, poised and ready to deliver
the swift final blow of justice.
With loud ‘CRACCKKK!!!’, They again pounded the hammer down
on the broken floor, intending to topple the heroine from her perilous perch
and send her into the abyss. “We are judge, jury, and executioner! Justice
be damned! Just die you bitch! The human host is expendable...We will live
on!” The Judge roared.
As the hammer fell and the chamber
shook once more, the side of the fissure crumble to the point where mere
centimeters of the scepter remained on the floor to the left of the
heroine’s dangling form.
Scarlet let out a loud ‘eeeeep’, and decided she had best
find a better position. She kicked her legs forward, then back, and then forward
again, pulling hard with her arms and sending her body swinging upward above
the open fissure; then she pushed her arms outward and came to a momentary
pause as she did a handstand balance on the fissure-spanning scepter; then
she twisted hard to throw her body to the side and the safety of solid
floor. She slowly stood and
turned to face The Judge, chiding derisively, “You are indeed a stupid
man...or a stupid symbiont...in truth I am not sure which! Are you ready
to surrender, Judge, or do we have to do this the hard
way?” Her words were wasted,
for at that moment a portion of the chamber’s ceiling, weakened by the
twin earthquakes collapsed onto the ebony figure before
her.
The Judge howled in agony as the
ceiling of Their court room threw them to the floor and partially buried
them, trapping them under a mound of
debris. The alien symbiont abruptly
decided that it had had enough; it decided that this host was not longer
a viable endeavor! The alien
unlinked itself with the human, and like an ebony snakelike sheet, flowed
to a iron-grated storm drain, vanishing into the sewers, and leaving the
human, former judiciary to his fate.
“Hey! Judge, are you okay?”
the Scarlet Witch asked with stunned
concern. When she didn’t
hear an answer, she raced to her fallen foe’s side. ‘Good’,
she thought, ‘he is alive!’
The Avenger quickly pulled the man out of the rubble and carried him
back to the main subway tunnels.
Eventually she was able to flag down a passerby with a cell phone
and called for an ambulance and the police!
Several weeks later, the Scarlet
Witch exited the County Courthouse, and was suddenly surrounded by reporters
asking questions about the recently concluded court case, which had been
popularly dubbed, "The people versus the vigilante Judge." A male reporter
from the New York Times asked, "Scarlet Witch, how does it feel to have the
man you apprehended freed due to a
mistrial? I understand that
some of the jurors did vote for conviction based on your own testimony, while
yet others voted for acquittal based on the Judge's long, unblemished
public-service record. However, it is my understanding that almost half of
the jury felt the real charges should have been against this alien symbiont
that you yourself told them about.” Scarlet nodded as the man continued,
“But as we understand it, one of the critical issues with the jury was
that your own police report was incomplete, and your testimony in court appeared
to have gaps...gaps pointed out by the defense, not the
prosecution.”
“As I told The Judge himself,
as he proceeded with his strange mockery of a trial far below the streets
of this fair city–the charges of which were largely based on the fact
that some of the criminals I capture are subsequently released for one reason
or another–the criminal system in this country is intentionally constructed
such that the guilty sometimes go free in order to prevent the innocent from
ever being falsely punished.” The Scarlet Witch answered with a pleasant
tone, but terse pace.
A young female reported from CNN
jumped in with her question, "How do you feel about the fact that someone
who raped you is free to try it again, if not on you then on someone else,
perhaps even me? How do you
feel that one of the reasons for his freedom is your failure to report his
rape of you, which would have resulted in the collection of critical semen
samples for corroboration of your story?" The Scarlet Witch turned beet read
and tears came to her eyes, as she answered in a quivering voice, “I
have some regrets for not coming forward with all of the facts yes, and I
must live with the fact that I have contributed to a criminal going free.
I think perhaps the involvement of the alien symbiont may well have led to
the same finding by the jury anyhow, but perhaps that is just some weak attempt
at justifying my decision.”
“Rape is a terrible thing, but it is also a personal thing. It is something that, as a superheroine, I face all too often. I wish it were not so, but one can wish for many things. Frankly, sexual assault, like other terrible things, is just part of doing my job. If not for such dangers, you the media, and your public readers, watchers, and listeners would not have added the term heroic to my job title. Now, no more questions please, I must leave.” The crimson-clad heroine rushed red-faced into a waiting limousine with darkened windows, and sped off into the sunset, the startled reporters still standing wide-eyed on the steps of the courthouse.
The end
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