Powerwoman Pt

Powerwoman: Begginings

Chapter 4.

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.

April quickly changed out of her professional clothes and stood naked in the mirror. “Not bad,” she thought surveying herself. Her tits were erect, her abdomen tight as she pulled on her Kelvar reinforced tights and top preparing for another night as Powerwoman. She felt a little tired, but knew as soon as she put her jewel on that would disappear. With the new love in her life, April had been staying out late most nights, with Steve, drinking and smoking a little too much and knew she was a little run down. As she placed the power jewel in its place between her chest, she felt the energy surge. Welcome back Powerwoman, as she placed her mask on and headed out.

Hours later as Powerwoman stoop atop a roof, she heard noises. “Strange noise for this hour of the night,” she thought to herself as she whipped out a pair of binoculars from her belt and gazed around. “There, over there,” were lights on and a number of truck outside. It was supposed to be a boarded up warehouse, but clearly something was going on in there.

Powerwoman lept across the rooftops with her powers, quickly settling down next to a skylight. Fortunately, it opened with only a little creak as she burst down onto the hard concrete floor of the factory.

“What the fuck,” one of the men inside screamed. Instantly, there was pandemonium as men scattered, trying to get away from Powerwoman. She had three cuffed and tied before they knew what hit them, then turned to face another three. As she threw a punch, another thug grabbed her from behind, but she quickly bent over and sent him flying into a wall. Another thug landed a judo kick on her chest, which barely registered, as she dispatched him by grabbed the leg and throwing him into the wall. The next thug threw a haymaker, missed and she sent him toppling into a nearby stack of what looked like test tubes. They broke, scattering a dust throughout the warehouse.

Yea. Barely had to break a sweat she smiled, adjusting her belt and catching her breath. Then she felt something weird. Like she was floating. She felt joyful. The colors were clearer, everything crackled, for lack of a better word. Suddenly, through her fog she realized what had occurred. The thug she had pushed into the test tubes had destroyed the tubes holding what must have been crystal meth. In April’s younger years she had done crystal meth frequently and had become quite addicted to it. Finally after two years where she nearly lost everything, she had spent six months at a drug rehab clinic and a relapse before kicking it for good 12 years earlier.

“Oh oh…” she thought, though she was enjoying the high. “Got to stop breathing…” her mind screamed even as she was enjoying the high. “Can’t let it….” As her mind succumbed.

She drew a deep breath, inhaling the stuff. “Forgotten, how good…” she thought as she went over and emptied a pile of the stuff into a large baggie. “Better keep for evidence,” she said as she grabbed several more bags, then staggered to the door and left.

What Powerwoman failed to notice was the man watching her from a nearby corner, while her recorded her. He smiled as he watched her sniff and grab the “evidence” “Bet that evidence never finds it’s way to court,” he said to himself as Powerwoman left.

Later that night, long after April had stripped off the last of her costume... She could barely stand she was so high. Her hands quivered as she tried to light a cigarette, barely able to keep the Bic steady as she took a quick drag and lowered herself into the hot tub. Powerwoman may have been the strongest woman in the world, but it couldn’t stop April from smoking a cigarette laced with meth..

“Hmm….”she moaned as she inhaled the smoke feeling her brain light up with a jolt of pure energy. “Whoa, this ice is good” her mind screamed as she laid back in the rub, her body overcome with a zillion jolts of energy. The feeling was instant, and almost indescribable as she enjoyed the drug. As the cigarette burned down to the filter, she grabbed another one she had quickly laced with the meth, using her old knowledge of drugs. She knew she was killing herself, but, like meth addicts everywhere, the power to stop at just one, barely existed. She lit another cigarette, smoked it and then staggered to her bed and passed out. The next morning daylight was breaking through the curtains in April’s bedroom as she began to stir.

She felt like she hadn’t slept a wink, as she rolled over and out of bed. She gazed in the bathroom mirror, as she tossed off her bottoms. She had bags under her eyes, which looked bloodshot as she stared back at her reflection.

“No time to think about last night, now, gotta catch a shower,” she thought as she got in.

“April honey, you ok? You look like you’re sick or something,” quizzed Kim, her associate at the accounting firm.

“Just working til late,” April mumbled as she shut her door. Her whole body ached as she sat down at her desk. She took out her purse and took the tiny vial in it out. She had put some meth in it, and took laid out a line on the glass top of her desk.

Smmfffff…she snorted a good line. “Now I feel better, she thought as her world brightened again.

That night April couldn’t sleep. She was irritable. She knew why, but didn’t want to admit it. So, she rose at 2am and put on her Powerwoman costume, put her mask on and put her gem in its place. She felt the familiar surge of energy flow through her, relieving her of the shaky feeling she had experienced. She felt in control again as she glanced at herself in the mirror.

Once on patrol, Powerwoman felt like her old self. Hearing someone pleading no from a nearby window, she crept up a fire escape and stopped to listen.

“No, Carlos, please don’t do….SLAP….SLAP…ARGGGHHH.” as the woman screamed from a brutal blow.

Powerwoman quickly lifted up the window to encounter a surprised looking young male in his 20s. He was powerfully built at about 6’5”. Before Powerwoman could move he smashed her in the face with a right hook. The punch barely registered as Powerwoman responded with a stomach punch, enough to send the would be rapist reeling into the far wall.

“Are you ok?,” asked Powerwoman turned toward the woman.

“Powerwoman, I’m so glad you were in the area. I..I can’t thank you enough,” said the woman.

Just then a shot rang out, as April felt a sting in her back. Turning quickly she could see the man had a gun in his hands.

“Stop bitch, or next time you’re dead,” he screamed holding the gun on Powerwoman. Powerwoman smiled as she walked up to the man.

BLAM…BLAM…BLAM…BLAM..came four shots in quick succession, each one having no effect on her, other than making some holes near her cleavage.

Powerwoman, smiled, then punched him with an open palm, between the eyes sending him down and out.

April turned back to the woman and smiled. “Just glad I could help,” she said as she took a pair of quick cuffs out of her pouch, tied up the man’s wrists and summoned police.

“Time for me to be going,” she said, slipping out the window.

That night, Powerwoman stopped two other muggings. It was almost 5am when April returned to her apartment.

“Hey, April. It’s Steve. Where you been. Thought we might get a late dinner tonight, but guess you, er, had other plans. Hey, talk later.”

April stood in the room, still in her costume. She’d forgotten about Steve the past few nights, what with the meth. She removed her mask and grabbed a cigarette and quickly lit it. Her personal life was a mess. She desperately wanted a family, but now at 39, that possibility seemed more and more remote, especially with her obligations as Powerwoman now. She stripped down and laid in bed, naked, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep as dawn crept in.

“Yeah…ah..Kim, it’s April,” she croaked into the answering machine at work. “I’m feeling a little under the weather today. Can you cover for me? Thanks,” she said as she hung up. She opened a nearby coffee can and took out a cigarette laced with meth and lit it. Instantly, she felt a rush. “Just what I needed,” she smiled as she inhaled deeply.

April was just about finished putting on her costume. She bent over and grabbed her mask, her hands trembling slightly as she stuck into onto her face. The transformation was complete as she put the jewel that provided her with almost invincibility in its pocket between her ample breasts and smiled as she felt the power flow through her body. She was still high from the meth she’s done most of the day. She hated herself for doing it, but she reasoned, “every once in awhile it doesn’t hurt to take a day off and just lay around, especially when your nights are taken fighting crime.”

That night, after stopping several muggings and an armed robbery, she returned home, her energy flagging. She sat on the bed, exhausted as she stripped off the last of her costume and mask.

“Man, I’m tired,” she thought to herself. “Need a little picker upper,” as she reached for one of her meth laced cigarettes on the bedside table. She noticed she only had one left. “Damm, damm, damm” she shouted, bringing the cigarette up to her mouth, her hand now trembling so much she could barely light it.

“Going to have to get more, fast,” she thought as she inhaled a large drag, kept it in for a few seconds and exhaled. The world slowed and her senses seemed sharper as she took several long drags. She sat, naked and smoking on her bed as she dressed again as Powerwoman. “Got to get some more,” was her only thought as she slipped on her costume and mask and slipped out of the room.

Powerwoman had heard rumors of a vast drug lab. In fact, she had discovered a wrapper near some of the crates the other night with an address that corresponded to a drug lab she had heard whispered about. Powerwoman made her way to an old wharehouse in the northeast section of town. She felt tired and drained, but knew what she had to do. She used her powers to jump up to a third floor window and pry it open, then explored. Soon, she could hear mechanical sounds in the darkness. She gently pried open a door and looked. There was no doubt, and she could instantly tell from the smells what it was – a meth lab. “Paydirt,” she thought. “I’ll just take some and split before anyone sees me.

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