Powerwoman Beginnings Chapter 1

Powerwoman: Beginnings

Chapter 1.

By Allen

As usual, this story contains graphic violence that may offend some. If you’re one of them, don’t read it. Any similarities to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

Her name was April Wilde. She was 39 years old and was newly divorced from her husband of 15 years.

April had lived a relatively normal life until now. She was the boss of her own accounting business, which meant she had certain freedom over her schedule. She was what many called beautiful, standing a full 5’6”, with chestnut brown hair, and a body to kill for at 34D-26-36, although she rarely exercised. Like many of her generation she had her bad habits. Among them she smoked a little too much, drank to excess every once in awhile and had done the usual litany of drugs in her past, cocaine, ecstasy and a few other “designer” drugs. She was at one time an addict, but had cleaned up, gone sort of straight and tried to live a good life with the occasional lapse.

She however, longed for adventure and was about to get it.

It was about 10pm. April was taking a walk, smoking a cigarette and trying to relax after a particularly stress filled day at work. As she turned a corner not far from her neighborhood she head a commotion up ahead. It looked like two people were beating someone.

“Hey, stop,” she yelled, grabbing for her cellphone. “Damm, no cellphone, what a crappy time to be without one,” she said to no one in particular. “Hey, stop,” she yelled again. This time the thugs stopped what they were doing and jumped into a car. April began to run toward the person who was now lying in the deserted street. In this part of town, there were few bars or nightclubs. It was populated mostly by office buildings so few people would have noticed, or cared about someone being beat on.

April stopped as she reached the body and turned it over. “Hmmmmm” moaned a male sounding voice as she peered down, trying to see the extent of his injuries.

“Help, me. I’m dying….”the man said, as he coughed and then let out a sigh.

“Hold on, I’m going to try and get some help. Please,” she begged him as she knelt down. She could see a large pool of blood now next to him and a stab wound to his heart. This guy isn’t going to make it, she thought to herself as his hand opened and she heard something drop from his clasped hand.It shone in the light of the nearby street light as April grabbed it. It looked like some sort of large jewel, about the size of her palm. As she held it, she felt funny. Sort of energized. April was so intent on the victim and this newest find she had failed to notice the approach of a car.

BLAM, BLAM…BLAM, BLAM, She lost her balance as something hit her while at the same time she was surprised and lost her balance. She fell over, on top of the victim as the car reversed with a squeal of its tires and left.

“What the fuck,?” she thought to herself, shaking. “Better get home and call the police,” as she began to run home.

LATER THAT NIGHT…Three hours later April settled down in her apartment and lit a cigarette. She began to change as she stripped down into her panties and removed her bra. Her cigarette dangling, she froze for a split second when she spied her coat.

“What?” she said as she picked it up and examined it. There were four distinct holes in her coat. Someone on the floor caught her eye as she looked down. It was a bullet, flattened, but she knew what it was. She then knelt down and examined where she had removed her clothes. As she combed the carpet she found two other bullets, both flattened. Her hands trembled as she inhaled deeply and exhaled. She was smart enough to know she had been hit four times by those shots, but was not harmed. Her coat clearly was and she should be dead, but she was quite alive, and well.She then went to her dresser and held the jewel she had found. She had told police the story, but thought better of mentioning the jewel, reasoning that she might be able to sell it if she could figure out what the hell it was.

Once again, she felt a strange sensation pulse through her. “Damm. It’s not drugs, so something must be going on,” she thought to herself. She felt funny, stronger and she had to admit as she looked into the mirror she actually did look like she had grown some biceps.

She went over to her king-size bed and moved it with one finger. Wow” she thought. Next she tried to lift her couch, which was also a sleeper bed. She found she could easily lift it with one hand.

“Could it be?” she thought. She held the jewel and went to the kitchen and got her large carving knife. Removing it from the sheath, she tried to cut herself, but found her skin would not cut.

April Wilde then knew she had been given something special. Some special power to do good and Powerwoman was born.

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