Stella 20

Stella and the Minx #20:

The Stellar Viet Cong of Megapolis!

 

We all know the girl of the stars is almost invincible in a fight; no criminal can stand up to her.  So what will the street gangs of Megapolis do when Stella comes for them?

 

Marcus Lycus

(Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com)

October 2008

 

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Issue 20 – The Stellar Viet Cong of Megapolis

 

“Hey baby, what’s your sign? Yield?  Slippery when wet?”

“Do not enter.”

The big Buick was cruising at barely 5 mph, keeping pace with the high school girl walking home. 

Marisol was used to this.  The 18-year old had developed early and had put up with cat-calls, teasing and lame pick-up lines for five years.  It was just part of growing up in Megapolis’ West Side.

Fortunately her teachers singled her out as ‘gifted’ and she was sent to the New Troy Experimental School.  The kids there were from all over the city and even all over the world, mostly bright, mostly shy.  None of those boys dared to come on to her.  But back home…

“Come on baby, if I told you have a hot body, would you hold it against me?”

“Boy, I won’t be holding anything against you!”

The passengers laughed, she could see the driver was getting frustrated. 

There were 4 boys in the car.  She didn’t recognize them from the neighborhood but that was no surprise.  More and more families had been moving out to the suburbs and the people coming in… well they weren’t the kind Marisol was eager to get to know. 

Just three more blocks to home.

“Aw come on sister, you’re breaking my heart!”

“Boy if your sister’s breaking your heart, you got bigger problems than I can help you with.”

The passengers laughed again, the driver turned bright red.  He reached down for something.

Just two more blocks Marisol noted.  She just needed to get two more blocks and she’d be free of these losers for another day.

“What now, you gonna give me flowers?”  She quipped.  The passengers laughed again.

“Got something better, forget say it with flowers…”  The driver’s hand came up.  “I’m gonna say with Smith and Wesson!”  He had a nasty looking revolver in his hand.

“Whoa, hold on there amigo-“

The car stopped.  The driver opened the door.  He was wearing a leather jacket with a Wolf Pack emblem on it.  He took a step forward towards the school girl.  “Not so funny are you bitch?”

The other boys in the car were quiet now, looking nervous.

“Hey man, we was just kidding around right?  Why don’t I give you my number and-“

WHAM!  The butt of the gun came down on her head and Marisol crumpled to the dirty pavement.  The gang-member dragged her by the arms towards the car.

“Man what are you doing?  We’re in broad daylight yo!  People can see!”

“Nope, ain’t no one gonna see a thing.  YOU PEOPLE HEAR ME!  None of you saw a thing!  You remember that or the Wolf Pack is coming for you next!”

He could see curtains being drawn and windows being closed all around the block.  He smiled.  He tossed the girl into the back seat.  “Come on, I know a place in the warehouse district.

***

Day turned to night and at night more predators came out.

The thief ran and the Minx chased him.  He was another young gang member, part of the Flaming Snakes and he had just snatched an old lady’s purse.  The Minx figured he wasn’t even worth a tranq dart.  He was young but not all that fast, probably a smoker.  She’d chase him down and give him a good scare; maybe he’d wise up and go straight.

The thief turned into an alleyway, the Minx smiled.  She knew it was a dead end.  She had him now.  She turned the corner.

And it was pitch black.

Not as black as night.  Night after all is never really that dark there is always moonlight and starlight, not to mention the light of a thousand windows and neon signs in a city.

No, it was as dark as the bottom of coalmine, as dark as a sealed cavern, as black as a coffin.  Even the Minx’s trained eyes couldn’t see a thing.

CRASH!

BAM!

BOOM!

The darkness began to lift.  The would-be purse snatcher was unconscious on the ground and someone was standing over him.

She was a girl, about 20 years old, dressed in a gymnast’s leotard that covered her body and arms but left her legs bare for maneuverability.  Soft cloth boots covered her feet and a strap on her thigh held a small pouch.  Her outfit was indigo blue, with white trim.  Her hair was brown and unfashionably short, an indigo domino mask covered her face and while lenses covered her eyes.

Blackout

The Minx sighed.  “And who might you be?”  She asked.

The girl stood up straight, parted her legs, put her hands on her hips and proclaimed “They call me… BLACKOUT!”  Her tone was low, quiet and dangerous.

“Never heard of you.”

“No one has.  I am mystery, I am darkness, I am the night!”  The girl rasped back.

“You must be new at this.  First night?”

“Um… third?”  Her voice broke into a more natural tone.

“Yeah, I can tell.  You’re still posing like you’re in a comic book.”

“I… um…”

The Minx moved, jumping onto a dumpster, then swinging from a fire escape, landing cat-like behind Nightshade and sweeping her legs out from under her in one graceful move.

Blackout landed face-first in a puddle.

“And your reflexes aren’t trained.  You’re not much better than the punk you just took down.”

The Minx looked the girl over again.  Her shoulders were strong; her small body had the distinctive V shape of a trained gymnast. 

Blackout rolled over and a leg shot out in a fast kick.  The Minx simply jumped and landed a few feet back.  “And you telegraph your moves.  Anyone with a bit of training can evade them.”

“Only if they can see!”  Blackout rolled and jumped to her feet, she palmed a small ball from her thigh-pouch and threw it.  The world went black again.  She smiled, with her special lenses she could see the Minx as clear as day while the older crime-fighter was as blind as a bat.  She took two steps forward and…

POW!

Blackout landed on her back holding her nose.  “Ow”

“And you make too much noise when you breathe.”

They waited a minute for the darkness to dissipate.

“Still those blackout bombs are pretty neat.  Make them yourself?”

“Um, my dad did.”

“Well then go on home kid and tell him he did good work.”

“I can’t.  He’s dead.”

“Oh.  Sorry.”

“And now I have to avenge him.  Him and all other innocent victims of crime!”

“That’s a pretty tall order.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“That’s different!  I’m not some amateur roaming the rooftops!  I was trained by Night Fox!”

“I KNOW!  I need more training!  I studied judo and gymnastics and criminology but it’s not like there’s a school for becoming a superhero!  That’s why I’m here in Megapolis.  I want you to train me!”

The Minx froze, her mind raced.  “I-I’m not a teacher.”

“But Night Fox trained you!  And Ferret!  Who’ll take over when you’re gone?”

“I… I’m not interested.  I already have a partner.  Go home.”

“But!”

The Minx fired off a wire and was in the rooftops before Blackout could finish her next plea.  She ran a few blocks, changing direction just in case the young girl tried to follow but there was no sign of her.  Finally she stopped and caught her breath.

“Great.  Now what do I do?”

***

Lynn was late again.  She arrived at the New Troy School and found it deserted.  The campus and classrooms were empty.  But a quick search with her stellar sight found everyone assembled in the auditorium.  She hurried and slipped in the back.

“At this time the police have no suspects but they think it was a local street gang called the Wolf Pack…”  Principal Nottingham was saying.  Lynn looked around, many students, even some teachers were crying.  She turned to the teacher next to her and whispered “what’s going on?”

“L-last night, one of the girls, Marisol from the senior class, she was… they…”  The teacher’s voice dropped even lower, too soft for most people to catch but no problem for someone with stellar senses.

“Stars and comets!”  Lynn hissed.

***

“We have to do something!”  Stella demanded.

“We are doing something Stella; every night when we go out on patrol we’re doing something to fight crime.”  The Minx replied.  ‘When you bother to go on patrol’ she added silently but then felt bad about it.  Lynn was finally showing some passion in her mission, this wasn’t the time for Gloria to be snarky.

“Well it’s not enough!  They kidnapped that poor girl in broad daylight and everyone is too afraid to say anything!  Crime is out of control!”

“You think I don’t know that?  Lynn I study the crime figures every day, I know things are getting worse out there, it’s happening all over the country.”

“Well we have to do something about it.  We have to really crack down on them!  Go out to the West Side and really bust some heads!”

“And then what?  Lynn you know we can’t just randomly beat up people, we have to catch them committing a crime, we have to get evidence or they cops can’t hold them.”

“But…”

Lynn!  Remember what happened last year?  You saved me and caught a hundred of those scumbags but they were all out in a few days.  There was no evidence to hold them!  Yeah Stellar Man and Night Fox could play fast and loose with the law but this isn’t the fifties, we have to do things by the book!”

“But I want to do something now!”

“I know Lynn, I know.  We’ll just have to think.”

***

The Minx was still thinking when the phone rang.  The secret phone.  The one she kept in the Minx Pad.  The one even the phone company didn’t have the number to.  She picked it up.

“Hey Foxy, (cough) how’s tricks?”

“Wes!  Well this is a surprise!  I was just thinking of going to see you next week.”

“That’s sweet of you (cough).  Always happy to have you down here.”

“So um, you’ve still got that cold huh?”

“Yeah (cough).”

“Can your doctor do anything about it?”

“Yeah, um, about that.”  His voice became low and halting.  “The docs say it should be over with pretty soon, a couple of weeks, maybe less.”

“A… a couple of weeks?”

“Yeah (cough).  Thought you want to know.”

“Um, Wes I’ll ask Lynn to give me ride down to Florida, I can be there tonight.  Just let me-“

“No!  (cough), no Gloria.  No uh… no need (cough).  I mean, you’ve got important work to do up there right?  I just uh… wanted you to know I’m proud.  Really proud of you.”

“Wes… please I want to go down there-“

“No Gloria, you just keep making me (cough) proud.  Okay?  You do that (cough).”

“I… I will Wes, I swear.”

“That’s all I ask (cough).  All I ask.”

He hung up.

The Minx immediately made another call.

WarrenWarren what’s going on?”

“He told you huh?”

“Not in so many words but yeah.  He made it clear.  A couple of weeks?”

“That’s what they say.  Cancer.  The bad kind.  They say there’s nothing they can do.”

“Cancer, but how?  Wes hasn’t been sick a day in his life!”

“Yeah but he hasn’t exactly led a healthy life either.  I mean he smoked a pipe up till the 60s, plus all those fights over vats of chemicals, not to mention that nuclear reactor he had in the Fox Den.  It could be anything.  I’m worried about myself now.”

“I’ll tell Lynn to fly me down-“

“No, come on Gloria, you know that’s not what he wants.”

“But why?”

“Wes is a proud man, you know that.  Right now, I mean, he… he lost his hair a few weeks ago.  And he’s been in a wheel chair.  Can’t even go to the bathroom by himself.  He… he doesn’t want you to see him like this.  He doesn’t even want me seeing him like this.”

“But…”

“Gloria, I know how you feel about him.  But you have to respect this.  It’s what he wants.  I mean just calling you was so hard for him you wouldn’t believe it.  Seeing you, you seeing him, it… it would kill him.  I really think it would.”

“I…  I see.  If there’s anything I can do-“

“Can you cure cancer?”

“I…”  The Minx actually stopped and thought about that for a minute.  “No… no I can’t.”

“Then say a prayer for him.  It’s all we can do.”

***

The next morning everyone in the West Side woke up it.

Stella had something to say.

“ATTENTION STREET GANGS!  THIS IS STELLA!  AS OF TODAY YOU’RE ALL ON NOTICE!  I’M WATCHING!  TRY AND SNATCH A PURSE, AND I’LL BE THERE!  MUG SOMEONE AND I’LL BE ON TOP OF YOU!  EVEN SPRAY PAINT A WALL AND STELLA WILL BE WAITING!  YOUR REIGN OF TERROR IS OVER!  THE GIRL OF THE STARS IS GOING TO CLEAN UP THIS TOWN!”

Some cursed being woke up by her stellar shouting.  Others laughed at the idea.  Some were scared, but some felt hope.

During the next week Stella was as good as her word.

Three teenagers tried to hold up a liquor store and were promptly disarmed and deposited at the police station.  The store owner promised to testify against them.

A drug pusher found his car doors welded shut and was flown to the DA’s office.  The drugs in his car and the notebook in his pocket were more than enough to get a conviction.

Even the group of kids throwing rocks at an abandoned tenement got a stern talking to from the girl of the stars.

For the first week in years, crime almost disappeared on the West Side.

Even the Minx was impressed.

***

“You’re right Minx, this is hard work.  I mean with my stellar sight it’s easy to see who has a gun, or drugs or whatever, but I can’t use that in court, I have to wait until there’s a chance to catch them in the act.”

“Well Lynn, at least you have ‘stellar sight’ to use.  I have to go in with nothing but a keen eye and some good detective work.”

“But I’m doing it!  I’m really doing it!  And you know something; Cousin Ken never managed to clean up the West Side!  When he was around there was still a lot of crime there but now I’m going to take care of it!  I guess he wasn’t all that great after all.”

***

“This sucks!”  One Wolf Packer yelled.  “It’s like we can’t even go outside without that blond bitch grabbing us!”

“What can we do?  The bitch is bullet proof!”

“It ain’t fair!  Super girls like her shouldn’t be allowed to go after normal folks!”

Only one gang member was quiet.  He just sat in the back of abandoned warehouse sipping his beer and waiting.

Finally…

“Hey Scarlet Wolf, you’re real quiet tonight, ain’t you pissed off about this Stella shit?”

“Hey guys, I got a plan.  I tried to tell you last year but none of you would listen.” (Issue #7 – Ed)

“Yeah?  Seems to me you’re just another punk like the rest of us.  What you got, a Saturday night special?  A switchblade?  Brass knuckles?  You got something to deal with a fucking cunt who’s bulletproof, can rip through steel, see through wall and fucking flies?  You got a plan for that?”

“Yup.”

The room was quiet by then, gangers gathered around to hear what the Scarlet Wolf had to say.

“You guys forget I’m not just some punk who’s never been out of the West Side.  I’ve been in places hairier than this urban jungle.  I was ‘Nam.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So, think about it.  Back in ‘Nam we had fucking tanks, we had fucking planes and we had fucking choppers.  We could fly, we could level villages, we could smash through walls.  And you know what; we still couldn’t beat the damn VC.  So let’s learn a lesson from them and show Stella that being powerful don’t always mean you win.  The first thing you have to know is when you’re defending you have to defend everything you value, every village, every school, every road.  The VC knew that so they made us spread ourselves too thin and then they hit us where we were weak.  They made sure that anyone who flew our flag was a target.  That’s what we’re gonna do.  No matter how strong that bitch is, she can’t protect everything.”

***

Days passed and the streets were quiet.  Stella flew through the West Side every evening to show the residents she was on patrol and there was nothing to fear. 

Suddenly there was an explosion in the warehouse district!  She saw one of the abandoned buildings catch fire and flew out to save it.

***

Heather Heaton got out of the cab and headed into her East Side apartment building.  It had been another tough day of filming ‘The Stella Story’.  It was a crappy little made for TV thing but it would get her face out there and that’s what the budding starlet needed. 

Heather had gotten the job because she looked the part.  Her long legs were skinny but shapely and looked great in a pair of red hotpants.  Her long blond hair was natural and gorgeous.  Her face was pleasant heart shape and her pert lips looked like they were made for kissing.  Plus her breasts were larger and firmer than Stella’s, more the way most guys imagined they should be.  But Heather knew looks would fade in time, she also had to show she had the chops for the role and for the roles that would hopefully follow.  Her big fear was that she’d be typecast; she remembered what happened to that girl who played Night Fox Girl, on that campy Night Fox TV show.  She hadn’t worked in years.

She got in the elevator and took a script out of her bag.  Tomorrow was heavy on dialogue; she was supposed to give her big speech to Stellar Man where she promises to protect Earth while he’s in space.  It was a good speech, she wondered if the real Stella said something this good.

Preoccupied, she didn’t pay much attention to the three guys who got in the elevator with her.  She didn’t even look at them until she arrived at her floor and they got out with her.

She started to walk faster, the guys trailed behind her.  She unlocked her door and dashed in.  She started to slam it behind her but…

WHAM!

It hit a guy’s foot jammed into the doorway.  The guy pushed hard and the door opened again.  The three walked inside and closed the door behind them. 

“Um… I… I don’t have much money but you can have it…”  Heather backed up towards the phone.

“S’ok Heather, we don’t want money.”  One of them popped a switchblade.

“I…You… How do you know my name?”

“You’re famous Heather.  You’re gonna be in that Stella movie.  We’re big fans.”

“I… um… Do you want an autograph?”

“Yeah, why don’t we start with that.  Sit down.”  He commanded and pointed to the couch.  Heather complied.  She saw one of the punks walk up to the phone and cut the cord with his switchblade.  Another sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders.  Heather was too scared to object.  He licked her neck.  She squirmed in fear. 

The leader plopped down on the couch and handed her a notebook and pen. “Write to my best fan the Scarlet Wolf, from Heather ‘Stella’ Heaton.”  The starlet complied and scribbled the note on the pad.

“Nice place Heather.  I guess you’re doing OK huh, course after you play Stella on the teevee you’ll be a real star.”

“Um yeah I will.  Hey um, my boyfriend’s coming by soon and he’s a cop and he-“

“You don’t have a boyfriend Heather.  No one’s coming by.”

“Um…”  The young actress’ mind raced.  What could she say?  What could she do?  She was in her own home and completely helpless!

“Hey you know what would be neat?  Seeing you in your Stella suit!  I bet you’d love to show it off for us fans huh?”

Heather seized the chance.  “Um, yeah!  I would but y’know it’s back at the studio.  Maybe if you come back tomorrow I can sneak it out-“  She stopped.  One of the punks was holding up her costume. 

“Lucky thing one of our buddies managed to snatch it huh?”

“Um yeah… lucky.”

“Well?  Put it on.”  He tossed it to her and it landed on the coffee table.

Heather grabbed it and stood up.  Was this another chance?  There was a ledge outside the bathroom window, it would be risky but if she could get to the apartment next door.  She took a step towards the hallway.

“No, put it on here.”

“Here?”

“You heard me.  You don’t want to make your fans unhappy do you?”

Heather gulped and nodded.  The last thing she wanted to do was make these three unhappy.  She was wearing a one-piece minidress with red and black stripes and a loose white belt.  The belt went first.  Then she raised her long shapely legs and unzipped her white boots. 

FLASH!

A sudden light blinded her; one of the punks had a Polaroid camera and took an instant photograph.  The boys giggled at her fear and discomfort.  Heather hardened her face.  Damnit!  She was not going to give these punks the satisfaction!  She turned her back to them and reached behind to unzip the dress.  It fell slowly exposing her shoulders and back.  The guys noted she didn’t wear a bra.  She wiggled a bit and the dress flowed down her body until all she had left were her panties.

She reached behind her and picked up the costume.  With her back still turned she pulled up the red hotpants, they fit snuggly around her hips and even the crack of her butt.  Then she pulled the loose blue blouse over her body and finally tied on the cape and pulled on the ballet slippers.  Putting on the costume helped her confidence and took away a lot of her fear.  She turned and faced her captors with her hands on her hips and her legs spread apart. 

“OK boys, like what you see?”

One of them, the leader she guessed, smiled and walked right up to her.  He took her chin in his hand.  “You know you do look just like her.  And there’s one thing I always wanted to do.”

Heather closed her eyes, OK here it comes, the kiss.  Maybe that’s all these punks wanted, to dress her up and make out.  She could handle that.  One of the TV executives had offered her a hundred bucks to make out in her costume.

WHAM!

The Scarlet Wolf landed a solid punch in her gut. 

“AH!”

Then a harsh slap across her face.

Then he kneed her between the legs.

The actress crumpled to the floor.

The three Wolf Pack gang members started kicking and stomping until the pretty blonde was crying and screaming hysterically.

Then they grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet.  She was sobbing and crying, barely able to stand, completely unable to fight.  “Please!  Stop!  I’ll do anything!”

The Scarlet Wolf smiled.  “That’s what I like to hear Stella.”

He pulled down her red hotpants and tossed her on the floor.

“Spread ‘em Stella.  I’ve been waiting a long time for this…”

***

“Um hi Detective Mulligan, I was flying back from the warehouse district and I saw you guys here.  What’s up?”

Detective Mulligan scowled at Stella.

“Funny I was just thinking of you.”

“Really?  Great!”  Stella smiled; the police were finally showing her the respect she deserved!

Mulligan led her to crime scene, a dead body covered by a white sheet.  He pulled it off with a flourish.

Stella gagged.

It was a woman in a Stella costume, she obviously fallen from a building and looked like a squished tomato.

“Yeah, I thought you’d want to see this.”

Stella threw up in the gutter.

***

The Minx drove out of the abandoned subway tunnel into her Minx Pad.  She parked the motorbike and yawned.  Another quiet night of patrol.  Stella’s crackdown on the West Side really was having an effect. 

With things quiet in the city she finally had some time to catch up on her reading.  She unbuttoned the heavy coat and hung it up.  She threw a silk robe over her black bra and panties and settled into a comfortable chair.  Even with her photographic memory she had a few hours of study ahead of her.  She opened the latest book on electronics and transistors. 

Then a mug shot file from the FBI.

The blueprints to a dozen new buildings.

Finally some light reading, science and sociology journals.

Which is where she saw it.  An article on simulating stellar radiation by a German physicist named Dr. Tiberius Corvidae.  It even noted he was working at Megapolis University!

She read it again.

She smiled.  She headed over to her Minx Computer to find out more about this scientist.

***

Days passed, Stella could feel a change on the streets of the West Side.  Things were more tense, more on edge.  She wasn’t sure what to make of it.

It felt like she was always on patrol these days, watching for any sign of the crooks who’d attacked those poor girls.  She scanned the neighborhood again with her stellar sight looking for anything suspicious.  Whoever killed that actress must have been sending Stella a message to back off.  Well whoever it was she’d find them and she’d get them.  But in the meantime she could hear the whispers.

“Yup there she goes, probably peeping into our houses again.”

“I know, it’s like we don’t got rights cause we live on the West Side.  We ain’t got no privacy.”

“I hear she shoots x-rays out of her eyes.  They give you cancer.”

“Hey you know, my baby’s been sick lately.”

“She put my son in jail last week.  He’s a good boy, he just fell in with the wrong crowd, not that she cares.”

“She smashed my car fighting that giant robot.  Didn’t even pay for it.”

She scowled, didn’t these people get it?  She was there to help them!  It’s like they didn’t want to be saved!  But then her keen ears heard something more interesting.

“You got the stuff?”

“Yeah.  50 kilos worth.  Enough to make those kids really happy.  You got my money?”

“Yeah, I got it, all of it.”

That was all she needed! 

BOOM!  She smashed through the garage wall, smashed the buyer’s car and wrapped them up in cocoons of steel.  She saw the sack of powder, puffed her cheeks and blew dispensing them to the four winds.  Then she turned to her captives and smiled.

“That’s one drug buy you won’t be making!”

“Huh?  Drugs?”

“Don’t try to play dumb with me my stellar hearing heard everything!”

“But… but… I was just buying cement for the new community center we’re building.”

“Community center?”

“Yeah, a hundred pounds of cement for the basketball hoops.”

“But…”

“If you just look at the powder-“

Stella’s blue eyes turned pale as she looked at the dust in the air.  He was right!  It was cement!  But it sounded just like a drug deal!  It wasn’t her fault!  It wasn’t!

She flew out, smashing another hole in the garage wall, leaving the two men wrapped in layers of steel.

Watching from a few blocks away the Scarlet Wolf tried not to laugh.

***

“OK, let’s call this meeting of the Mega University Stellar Girl Fan Club to order!  This is a very important meeting since we have to decide who will play Stella on our homecoming parade float.”  Liz the club president explained.

The dozen girls stopped gossiping, poured themselves some coffee or tea, and took their seats.  The turnout was small; it had been dropping for the last two years ever since sweet innocent Stellar Girl became the sexy Stella.  Stella had her own fans, mostly middle-aged men but on college campuses no one was quite sure what to make of her new look.

As usual they wore their home-made Stellar Girl and Stella costumes.  Annabelle looked over the others, none of them came close.  Most of them we’re even blonde, heck they’d even let a black girl join!  And Annabelle had gone out and gotten her hair done just the way Stellar Girl used to look.  They’d have to pick her.  The only one who came close was Julie but she was wearing a Stella costume and had her hair long.  Stupid girl, didn’t she know this was the Stellar GIRL fan club?  They were founded to honor Stellar Girl’s career when she was a student at Mega U, not whatever nonsense she was up since she started hanging out with that radical feminist the Minx.  Everyone knew that.

She took a sip of her coffee.  Yup, Annabelle had it locked in. 

Liz was talking and talking about the budget and the plans for the float and stuff but Annabelle didn’t feel like listening.  And looking around the room none of the other girls were listening either.  They seemed half asleep, dazed and confused.  She looked over a Julie in her Stella costume; she was leaning on the black girl, practically kissing her neck.  Actually it was kind of hot.

Liz finally looked up from her notes and saw her club wasn’t with her.  “Guys?  Guys?  This is important guys!”

The door opened, a tall guy in a red leather jacket marched in, a group of punks trailing behind him. “Hey!  Who the hell are-“

WHAM!

The Scarlet Wolf backhanded Liz and knocked her off her feet.  “What’s her problem?”

“Guess she didn’t drink the drugged coffee.”

“Easy to fix.”  Two guys pulled Liz to her feet and pried her mouth open.  The Scarlet Wolf picked up a coffee pot and poured it down her throat.  Liz choked on it and most ended up on her Stellar Girl costume but enough went down her throat.  They let her go and she fell senseless to the floor.

One seized Annabelle in her Stellar Girl outfit, another grabbed Julie they threw the two girls together.  Deep in their drugged haze the two girls grabbed each other for support.  Through the fog in their brains the girls began to realize they were in a lot of trouble.

“Mmm, twin Stellas, twice as nice.”  The Scarlet Wolf grabbed one of the fan girls, a brunette in Stellar Girl’s old minidress costume.  He popped a switchblade and held it to her throat.  “OK Stella and Stellar Girl, you’re gonna do what I say if you know what’s smart.”

The two girls nodded hesitantly and listened to his commands.

The taller blonde in the Stella costume wrapped her arms around the shorter one in the Stellar Girl suit.  She pulled up the blue minidress and slipped her fingers under the elastic of her blue panties.  She pulled them and let them slide down Annabelle’s legs.  The drugged girl moaned softly.  Julie cupped her wet sex and squeezed.  “Stella help us!  Stella where are you?”  Annabelle moaned.

***

Stella landed gracefully on the stage.  The city councilman and hundreds of people were waiting.  The city councilman made a speech thanking Stella for everything she had done to help fight crime in the West Side pointing out that crime rates in the neighborhood were lower than they’d been in years.  TV cameras rolled, flash bulbs exploded, Stella smiled.  Finally!  She was getting the respect she deserved!

She took the podium.  “My fellow Megapolisians-“  She began.

“Boo!  Hiss!  Get lost!”  Cries came up from the crowd.  Stella hesitated and looked to the councilman for help, he waved her to continue.

“-C-crime has long threatened our city…”

“What about superheroine brutality!  What about our rights!”

“… and… and I have, um…”

“Who asked for you anyway?”

“… um, tried to protect the ordinary people of Megapolis…”

“What about Heather Heaton!  Where were you?”

“…and um safeguard…”

“What about the x-rays!  The cancer!  What about the community center!”

“…everyone um…”

“STELLA GO HOME!  STELLA GO HOME!  STELLA GO HOME!”

“… please let me talk I… OW!”

Someone threw a tomato at her.  It didn’t hurt her of course but the surprise made her cry out. Eggs, cabbages and even trash followed, pelting the blonde heroine with trash.

“Oh STARS AND COMETS!  I don’t need this!  I’m trying to help you!  OW!” 

A brick bounced off her head.  The city councilman and other VIPs were already running for their cars.  Stella was alone and crying on stage.  She bent her legs slightly and took off with a sonic boom that sent the crowd running. 

Before anyone recovered she was halfway to the moon and far, far out of hearing range.

The Wolf Pack gangers laughed.  It had been easy to scare all the pro-Stella people into staying away, making sure only them and their supporters showed up for the rally. 

***

“Stella please help us!”  Liz moaned again.  The Stella fans were nearly naked.  Some of them still had their capes or their boots though; the gang members were taking out all the frustration that had built up from being caught by the world’s most inaccessible woman. 

Of course not all frustrations were sexual.  Two of them were holding up Julie while a third used her as a punching bag.  They’d left her Stella costume on.

For Annabelle they’d just left her the boots and cape.  They made her squat over a Stellar Girl poster and pee on it in front the laughing gang members. 

But for Liz, it was just a straight-up fucking.  The drugs made her two weak to even think about putting up a fight.

“Where is she?  Where is Stella?”  Liz moaned as the Scarlet Wolf came between her legs.

CLICK!  FLASH! 

One of the gang snapped polaroids and laughed. 

***

Meanwhile across the campus students were exiting the physics lecture hall.

“Excuse me, Dr. Corvidae?”

“Ja?  I am herr Doktor Corvidae.”

“Good afternoon my name is Ms. Smith; I read your article on stellar radiation and would like to speak with you about a project I’m working on…”

***

“Oh Gloria, what am I going to do?”

“Lynn I always told you it would hard.”

“But… but they boo’ed me and threw garbage.  And those poor girls in my fan club.  The school says they’re going to have close it down after those pictures they mailed.  Maybe if I stopped picking on the gangs they’d leave my fans alone.”

Lynn you can’t just cut and run, you have to show resolve.”

“But they hate me!”

Lynn we don’t do this to be popular, we fight crime because it’s right!”

“But…”

***

Outside of town the grounds were peaceful at Bedlam Asylum for the Criminally Insane.  Birds sang, trees swayed in the wind and the patients (don’t call them inmates!) walked across the lawns or just enjoyed the autumn weather. 

Inside was just as peaceful and orderly.  Modern drugs kept the patients quiet and docile.  Straightjackets and padded cells were a thing of the past.  Trained medical professionals tended to the patients’ needs, helping to prepare them to return to society.

And in one room Dr. Jessup met with his most infamous patient.

“Oh God!  I can’t stand it!  It’s so unfair!”

“Now, now Doc, tell me all about it.”

“Oh Jester, I mean losing my wife to cancer was bad enough but now I hear my nephew’s in a coma from a drunk driving accident.”

“Oh come now doctor, you can’t let these things bother you, not with the economy the way it is, plus the war and crime rates going up.  These little things hardly matter.  You just have to laugh.”  The Jester chuckled warmly and his doctor followed along.  Soon the two were howling hysterically in each other’s arms.

***

Stella hovered over the West Side again, her ears keen for any sound of crime, her blue eyes seeing through walls looking for anything out of the ordinary.  But her heart was pounding, she could feel sweat on her forehead.  She was afraid.  She wasn’t worried about getting hurt; nothing in that slum could possibly hurt her.  She was worried about being rejected.  Again. 

She’d argued with Gloria for hours about going back.  The Minx finally reminded her that if she didn’t show up the gangs would laugh at her.  That made Stella’s blood boil.  She was the girl of the stars damnit!  No one was going to laugh at her!

Then she heard it.

Yelling?  No.  Cheering.

A group of people were marching down Kupperberg street waving banners with Stella’s ‘S’ symbol and yelling “Go Stella go!  We love Stella!”

A local school teacher climbed on to the bed of a pickup truck with a bullhorn.  “Those gangs have been terrorizing us for long enough!  We have to stand up to them!”

“Right on!  Say it loud!  Hey there she is!”

Stella gracefully landed next to him and shook the man’s hand.

“Oh thank you, thank you, just when I was losing hope you guys-“

BOOM!

The explosion destroyed the pickup truck scattering wreckage up and down the street.  When Stella’s vision cleared she was still holding the man’s hand.  But the rest of his body was in pieces.  She looked up.

“Come on man, move!”

“Stop worrying, we ditched the rocket launcher like the Scarlet Wolf told us.  Even if she arrests us there’s no evidence.”

WHOOSH!

The two gunmen exploded into clouds of red mist as Stella’s invulnerable body passed right through them.  The girl of the stars soared into skies above the city and opened her ears.  She tuned her stellar hearing higher than she ever had before.  She could hear every word being said across the West Side, every car, every heartbeat; it was enough to drive her mad.

But she heard it.

Yeah, they should have gotten them by now.  I got them an army surplus RPG.  That’ll teach those idiots to support Stella.”

BOOM!

The wall exploded as Stella shot through.  A dozen Wolf Packers scattered running for the exits.  Stella’s blue eyes turned red and the door handles melted.  There was a tornado and they were wrapped up in a cocoon made from the clubhouse’s filthy rug.

“THAT’S IT!  Your little guerilla war against me ends now!”

Some struggled, some wept, some begged.  But one, one laughed.

“Oh yeah Stella?  What are you gonna arrest us for?  There’s no evidence, and even if you heard something it’s just your word against ours!”

Stella’s mouth opened in shock, then closed in anger, then she smiled.  She looked at the red-headed gang leader.

“You’re the leader then, the one they call the Scarlet Wolf.”

“Who me?”  He smiled innocently.  “My name’s Jack Woods.  I don’t know nothing about any gangs.  And all my buddies here will swear to that in count.  Right guys?”  The other prisoners nodded and murmured in agreement.

“Oh you’re playing the wrong game Wolf.  You threw out the rule book a long time ago, why do you think I’m going to use it?”

“I… You… But…  You can’t!  They’ll know!  Everyone will know!  No one will ever trust you again!”

“Hmm?  Of course they’ll trust me!  I’m Stella, the girl of the stars.  And you’re just…”

Her eyes burned red again.

The rug cocoon caught fire; the smell of burning meat filled the room. 

“…barbeque.”  Stella finished.

***

Stella stood on the rooftop watching the club house burn.  Those old tenements were condemned anyway, no one would think twice about it.  And the best thing was no one even saw her.

“How many were in there?”  A whisper from the shadows.

“AH!  Huh?  Minx, oh I um, I was just going to go in and check if anyone-“

“How many did you kill?”

“Um… Fourteen.  I got the leader.”

“Now what?”

“I…  I’m done here.  I mean I got them, fine, it’s finished.  From now on I stick to giant robots and alien invasions.  This street stuff, it’s just beyond me.  Um, you’re not mad are you?”

“No Stella.  I’m not mad.”

“I really tried.”

“I know.”

“I um, I’ve got to get going.”

“Good night Stella.”

“Good night.”

The blonde disappeared into the night sky.

The Minx crouched on that roof for a long time watching the fire burn.  She knew the old heroes, the first generation from the Depression wouldn’t think twice about this.  Someone like Night Shadow or Doc Hammer would call this a good day’s work.  Even Night Fox might be willing to accept this resolution to their problem.

But the Minx just couldn’t.  She knew there was a better way.  But her partner obviously didn’t agree.

And for now there was nothing she could do.

For now.

‘Ms. Smith’ had an appointment with Dr. Corvidae tomorrow.

***

Hundreds of miles to the south night settled over Miami.  Other than a few hotels on the beach the city was quiet.

Outside of town a single light burned in Wes Adam’s study.  He was pouring over property deeds.  He was sure the developer was using fraud to buy up land outside of town but just needed time to prove it.  Time he might not have.

It was frustrating.  For more than 30 years he’d been a man of action, fighting criminals like the Jester, escaping from death traps like Night Cat’s Maze of Madness and even battling global threats with his friends in the Avenging League of Justice.

But now he was just a sick old man, forgotten by everyone but his ward Warren and his protégé the Minx, solving minor crimes from his study just to keep busy. 

Suddenly he doubled over, another coughing fit.  He reached for his medication.  His hand shook.  He couldn’t quite get a grip on the bottle.  He stumbled and the bottle fell to the floor and shattered.

“N-no!”  Another coughing fit gripped him; Wes Adams doubled over and fell from his chair.  There was more medication in the bathroom down the hall but he felt so weak.  He crawled a few feet towards the door and stopped.  He couldn’t make it.

The door to the study opened. 

“W-Warren?  Is that you?  Back from South BeachWarren, I need help!”

There was no answer.  The door opened a bit further.  Wes could see a pair of purple high-heeled boots.

“I’m not Warren.”

A woman’s voice.  He tried to look up but his vision began to swim.

“G-Gloria?”

“Heh.  No, I’m not your precious Gloria either.”

He looked up and squinted hard the face became clear.

“You!”  He gasped.

“Recognized me huh?  Even after all this time.  Even with the mask.  She thought you might.  Your mind always was your greatest weapon.  Especially now that your body is failing you.”

“You… you poisoned me…”

“Ooo good one Wes.  Very good.  Yup.  I’ve been slipping some high-powered carcinogen gas into your bedroom at night over the last few months.  And you never even noticed.”

“No… (cough) but why… I sent money, (cough) I always there (cough) if you needed me…”

“Were you?  Or were you too busy with little Gloria to bother with me?”

“You know?”

“Well my father was the world’s greatest detective you know.  And when he’s gone I’m going to take everything that should have been mine.  And your little skank will never see me coming.”

“No… (cough) please (cough) she didn’t do anything (cough) this is about me (cough) not Gloria.”

“I know that daddy.  I know.  You should never have loved her daddy.  Then I wouldn’t need to take her down.”

“Please… (cough) no…”  Wes Adams convulsed into a fetal position, his feeble body wracked with coughing fits.  Finally, like a broken engine his wheezes grew softer and he fell silent. 

Forever.

The woman smiled and walked out, careful no to leave a trace of her passing.

 

Afterword

 

Whew, beside the story itself there was a lot of set-up in this issue.  It kicks off a story arc that will take us through to the landmark, double-sized, anniversary, twenty-fifth issue! 

If you’re keeping notes, the Scarlet Wolf showed up way back in issue #6 and our mysterious woman first showed issue #16. 

 

Marcus Lycus

(Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com)

 

Next issue: The heroes of Megapolis say farewell to one of their own and we peek into the history of the Minx.  Stay tuned for “How Night Fox Girl became a woman” a landmark issue sure to be a collector’s item!

 


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