Author notes – This story and all subsequent stories involving these heroines,

are of a graphic sexual nature, including various forms of rape and torture. 

These are the stories that have come from my mind and I have created for my

amusement and hopefully your enjoyment.  The stories in no way represent any

sort of condoning of violence or rape, and is written mainly for adult

entertainment. 

 

Any constructive feedback would be appreciated – sll4@comcast.net

 

So lets start at the beginning –

 

*****

            From the confines of her dorm room, Karen glanced out over the campus, a

quick glance at her roommate assured her that she was asleep, and dreaming.  A

blush crept into Karen’s cheeks as she realized what it was that her roommate

was dreaming of. 

            Sighing and trying to shake the thought from her head, she stepped back to

the window and looked out over the dark campus of Empire University.    Two

nights now with the same dreams haunting her, and a quick look at the newspaper

this morning confirmed what she had most feared; that her dreams were real.

            Karen’s brown eyes wandered over to the desk, its bottom drawer locked,

she stared at it for a moment, debating bringing out the contents, a simple pink

spandex outfit, tight and form hugging, it left one leg bared.    It would be

her heroine costume, if she ever decided take it up such an adventure.  There

were many in this city, but as far as she knew there were none like her. 

            She pushed the small glasses she wore back up her nose and sat down at the

desk, opening the drawer quietly, she pulled out the mask she had designed. 

Specifically designed for her, it flared around her eyes dramatically, but

inserted into the eye holes were the lenses matching her prescription, hopefully

allowing her to see. 

            The smooth spandex alighted under her fingers and she felt the thrill of

the idea fill her again, to fight crime, to use her powers, for something good,

but it also filled her with a desperate fear.  She was not a fighter; at best

she had been a dancer in high school, and had continued to practice now in

college, but that was not the only fear that held her back. 

            Not so long ago, she had been walking down the streets of the city, when a

fight had broken out between two super powered combatants, the melee went back

and forth, the sounds of the pounding almost deafening.  If you lived in this

city it was something you grew used to, the fights were not uncommon.  What was

different this time though was the nearness of it.  The fight had exploded over

her head, and she stood transfixed glancing upwards.  A gorgeous red head in a

skirt fought a man in an armored costume, around her she could hear the

thoughts, some noble; cheering the girl on to victory, but others had far more

sinister thoughts, dark thoughts as they glanced up, their eyes searching for a

way to peer beneath the skirt of the heroine, hoping for some advantage that

would allow them to fulfill their sordid fantasies.

            As she flinched away from these thoughts, she had concentrated a bit,

turning her thoughts towards the two combatants, focusing on them.  She had

found the girl almost impossible to read, slippery thoughts in her mind, but

there was a hint of arrogance in the girl’s mind, and as she focused on the

male… if the thoughts in the ground had been perverse these were almost assault

against her own mind. 

            She had quickly pulled her thoughts away from the two, the entire

experience having left her feeling cold, but also, curiously, filling her with

the desire to use her powers to read minds and telekinesis in such a way as to

be helpful.

            As she watched the furious fight, she let her thoughts focus again, this

time sharpening them into a knife like precision, she struck cutting through the

mans unprepared defenses, she had invaded his mind, and finding the part of the

mind she wanted, had simply turned him off.

            The girl fighting him seemed as surprised as everyone else, but was quick

to take credit for the victory, filling Karen with amusement.  That had been

almost a year ago, since then she had quietly prepared, deciding on a costume,

pink was her favorite color.  Designing it, she had the help of various shops in

the city, none of which would ever recognize her, let alone be able to recall

that they had done anything other then provide help for her RenFaire project. 

            Still, though, she had hesitated, afraid to take that final step and put

it on.  Then the dreams had started.  The cops were helpless, as it always

seemed in this city; the heroines had been unable to find the murderer, who had

killed often in areas that were under camera surveillance. 

            But the dreams were startling, a horrible invasion that had brought her

awake screaming.  And she knew she needed to do something to stop him, with a

deep sigh, she concentrated and the costume rose upwards, a soft rosy glow

surrounding it as it floated towards her out stretched hand.

            Suddenly, the costume dropped to the floor, her concentration wavered, the

room seemed to fade, becoming less real, and finally disappeared around her, she

found herself standing in front of the admin building,.  Her eyes wide with

uncertainty, she found herself unable to move, rooted to where she was standing

in just her flimsy night shirt that barely covered her below her panties,

leaving her legs and feet bared, she felt completely exposed when a girl ran by

her screaming.

            Her voice was thin, as if heard from a distance, the screams reedy, but

the girl was obviously terrified, but even as she passed by Karen’s trapped

form, a sinuous gloved hand reached out, snagging the girl by her dirty blonde

hair he yanked backwards, the girl screaming and falling.

            Karen watched this all unable to intervene, she saw the man  pull the

girls body, twisting her screaming form so that he could be more easily seen by

the camera in the corner.  A knife flashed in his hand it rose upwards and

started to fall, pausing suddenly he glanced directly at her, a smile crept

across his face, and his head slipped across his throat, before it arced

downwards –

 

--Karen sat bolt upright in her chair, almost unable to hold back the scream

that built in her throat.  He had seen her!  She knew it, she had felt that

contact, could still feel his presence in her mind, she knew somewhere on the

campus there was girl was being hurt and probably killed, and she could do

nothing to save her and next time this killer would come looking for her.

 

Glancing at her costume, she made up her mind, she had no choice.

 

**************

 

            Liberty smiled as the camera’s flashed; at her feet was the criminal

Wilddog.  A vicious bank robber whose genes had been mixed with a dogs, he was a

rapacious criminal but in the grand scheme of things just a petty crook. 

            Still, Liberty basked in the adoration.  Unlike her mother before her, who

had done the same heroine work, she loved being the center of attention.  The

camera’s flashing around her filling her with pride and knowing that all the

eyes were on her, enraptured by her every movement..

            There was a strict rule she had set to photographers, having gone to great

lengths to ensure that none violated this code, often going so far  as to

deliver a sound thrashing and removal of the camera from anyone who had violated

them.

            The rule was simple, no shots deliberately designed to peak up her skirt.

            Liberty’s bright smile, the essence of a heroine (or at least she

thought), filled the camera’s as she placed her foot dramatically on the

comatose villains body, raising her hand in triumph.

            Liberty was a tall girl, willowy and startlingly pretty, brilliant blue

eyes and long blond hair that she tied back into a pony tail, a few wisps

floating down to frame her face.  Her costume had been handed down, from her

mother and her mother before her, but she had made some changes to it. 

            She thought that it looked much better, the old one had been stuffy, and

overlong, this one highlighted all her features, both her predecessors had

disapproved, but she was eighteen now, so she while polite, she had ignored

their dislike.

            Liberty’s costume consisted of a leotard, white and slightly low cut; it

wrapped around her and hugged her willowy but well proportioned body tightly.  A

flag pattern was emblazoned over the front of the leotard.  The bottom of the

leotard disappeared beneath a short red skirt, a satiny material, which matched

her short red cape.  Her long legs, her best looking asset, she felt, were clad

in white translucent tights, down to her red calf height boots. 

            She was a darling of the media, and she loved every minute of it. 

            With a wave of her arm to her admirers, she gathered herself up and leapt

upwards, disappearing into the night sky and over the rooftops of buildings,

using her inherited super strength to take long leaps, she headed towards her

apartment near the university which she hoped to get accepted to fully next

year, instead of forced to take several prep courses instead.

            At least she was allowed on the cheerleading squad.

            As she approached over the rooftops, she noticed in the distance the wail

of sirens, heading towards the campus, a frown creased her almost perfect

features, and with a few more long leaps it brought her to the now cordoned off

area.

            Dropping down dramatically, but with a careful sense of fashion to not let

her skirt fly up, she landed in the center of the crowd of police, ‘Another

murder?’ she asked in her most serious voice, one she reserved to speaking with 

police. 

            The officer looked up, a stern look on his face, “Yeah, same MO as the

last two too, and no one witnessed it,” his finger pointed at the camera in the

corner, “and oddly the camera did not catch anything either.”

            Liberty nodded in a manner she hoped looked thoughtful, “Who is she?” she

asked, indicating the brown haired girl he had been interviewing.  She looked

decidedly nervous.

            “She’s the one who called us,” he answered, ‘found the body, and must have

just missed the attack.’  He gave her a sideways glance, appraising her, ‘what

she was doing out though, with all this going on, is beyond me, but she has a

clean record, and not a drop of blood on her.’ 

            Karen nodded mutely, she felt numb, her eyes going to the covered up body,

she wrapped her arms tightly around herself and studied Liberty.  The girl was

pretty, but it seemed to Karen that she was completely inexperienced and not all

that bright.  Karen fidgeted a bit as she waited patiently, noting the officer’s

annoyance with the blonde girl, and the blonde girls constant need for

attention. 

            She also sensed another presence, quietly clinging to the side of a nearby

building, shrouded in the shadows; she couldn’t actually see the other observer

as much as she could sense her.  The observer was calm, intelligent and though

Karen sensed danger from her, it was not directed at anyone here, least of all

herself.

 

******

 

            Silence watched carefully, looking at the flicker of the officers lips and

the back and forth between him and the blonde girl she knew as Liberty.  It was

the other girl, the brown haired girl with glasses, which intrigued her; she

seemed to be holding a great deal back and was very nervous. 

            Silence was studying her face, memorizing her features when the girl

turned towards her.  Her breath caught in her throat, and she unconsciously

braced herself, her gloved hands tightening on the small lip of the window frame

she was currently perched on, then the girl turned away.

            ‘Karen...’ Silence mouthed out loud, knowing her name without knowing why. 

 

            Watching quietly, she waited there clinging to the tiny ledge, as she

listened to the forensics team, trying to gleam any bit of information that she

could that would aid her to track down the murderer.  Finally, around 2 am the

cops started to break up, cordoning off the area.

            Letting go of the ledge, Silence dropped downwards, stretching out her

cape around her she landed easily on the ground.  Moving cautiously through the

campus, she made her way through the shadows, wending carefully through the

mostly deserted campus, keeping a wary eye out for anyone. 

            Whoever this killer was he was not easily seen, or could not be seen, and

she intended to find him, hopefully without that fool Liberty interfering.  As

she moved into the louder city, she quickly climbed to the roof via a fire

escape and made her way to her parents’ mansion at the far end of town. 

            Her parents had no clue of her night time activities, and she intended to

keep it that way, she did much to protect her identity, always being the quiet

child, removed from camera so as to always remain secretive. 

            Currently, she was attending Reese College, a rich Ivy league school, that

bored her to tears, having long passed any sort of test or knowledge that could

be passed on to her.  She usually only showed up for the tests, having made

several bargains with her teachers.

            Silence was a pretty girl, she knew that, but she had a serious cast to

her, and a sharp tongue, she was easily able to intimidate her professors into

looking the other way at her various absences. 

            Drawing back the hood to the cape as she entered into her side of the

mansion through the specific route she had selected amongst the security

cameras.  It had been her idea to install the cameras, allowing her to monitor

the house, and provide it with a false sense of security, her parents thought

that this would be a fine way to monitor her coming and going without showing

any actual interest.

            Her features were pretty if not serious and stern, her long dark hair

pulled back sharply into a long thick braid down her back., it wended its way

down her back, beneath the cloak she wore around her. 

            Across her face was a domino mask, simple yet convenient enough to hide

her identity.  The long cloak obscured most of her feminine features, but as she

moved it would often flutter around her, revealing the black leotard that

covered her arms and neck, a belt with pouches and other devices wrapped around

her waist tightly, and blue black tights covered her legs down to the soft 

black leather ankle boots she wore. 

            The outfit was designed to allow for quick movements, obscuring her feints

and attacks; even the cape helped her in this and allowed it to be used as a

weapon, with a weighted end.  She had trained as a martial artist in three

styles so far, and was working on her fourth. She was successful in almost any

sport she took up, but had chosen to fight crime instead at young age. 

            Little had changed since she decided to go to college.

            Silence sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off her boots, and then the

cape, placing them carefully in the concealed corner of the closet, not that her

parents would ever look there.  They hardly looked at her anyway.  Not many ever

did, and she liked it that way.

            Stepping out of her leotard, revealed her soft flawless skin, slightly

tanned, hinting at her half Asian origin; wrapped around her chest, was thick

gauze, encircling her chest several times, she quietly started to undo the tight

material that protected her breasts.

 

********

           

            Karen did not sleep well all night, and could not concentrate at all

during class, the experiences of last night having filled her with a deep dread,

each person who glanced her way made her jump.  Every ugly thought made her

cringe away, the killer was out there and he was most likely looking for her. 

            “Psi.”  She rolled the simple name over and over her tongue; it would make

a good heroine name she thought.  Her resolve almost set, she still hesitated,

but had determined to not be a victim. 

            As the day waned, she returned to her dorm, often at odds with her

roommate she was pleased to notice that she had not returned yet and had left a

message that she would be spending the night at her boyfriends.   Doing her

homework and studying for the exams coming up, she bided her time, feeling the

nervous knot in her stomach, waiting for the tell tale memories to come again,

so she could move, strike and try to save who ever it is that the murderer would

attack.

            As the campus curfew took effect, and she became more confident that her

roommate was not returning, she started to slip out of her clothes.  Tossing off

the t-shirt, and pulling off her jeans, she stood mostly naked in front of the

mirror for a moment, building her courage.  Her lithe body highlighted in the

soft pink satin she enjoyed wearing.

            The pink bra hid her breasts, cupped them firmly, just a soft rise on her

chest, the gentle orbs hidden beneath the smooth cloth.  Her skin was

blemishless, soft looking and smooth, her satin panties were modest, wrapping

around her hips, hiding her curves teasingly, the soft rounded rise of her rear,

to the slightly textured mound at her pussy.  She had decided long ago to wear

underwear with her costume.

            Tugging on the pink spandex was easy, and she felt her trepidation

disappear as she finally stood up straight, drawing the mask onto her face. 

Pulling on the white go-go boots she had selected to complete the costume, she

looked at herself again in the mirror, and whispered her name, ‘Psi’.  Before

opening up the window to her dorm room and disappearing into the night air.

 

*******

 

            Silence watched patiently, perched high up, her eyes scanned the commons,

the most likely place for students to be wandering or rushing home to beat the

curfew, she waited. 

            If the killer was to strike tonight, she felt confidant that he would

strike from here, but so far there had been no luck. 

            Her hand flipped out the data pad she wore at her belt, a few quick taps

on the small computer and she tapped into her preexisting connection to the

campus’s camera system, flipping through the camera system and seeing nothing

out of the ordinary.

            As she passed over a few students rushing home, her eyes caught on a

movement behind one of the girls.  She frowned, finding it difficult to focus on

the blur, her eyes wanting to slide off of the shape, when suddenly the girl

screamed, her head jerking back, then slamming forward. 

            Silence reacted in a second, flying off her perch, she sprinted, leaping

over building roof after building roof, approach the distant garage, where she

could already see the man clearly, straddling the limp girl. 

            Pulling out a group of steel balls, as she closed the distance, taking a

final dive that would land her almost in front of him, she gave a harsh yell,

drawing his attention to her and away from his intended victim before he could

complete his crime.

            His head snapped up, a dark evil looking man, who smiled as Silence

dropped into the building, rolling across the ground, she came to a sudden stop

and let the steel balls fly towards him, her outstretched hand only a few feet

from his head. 

            Thud.

            Thud.

            Thud.

 

            Three quick smacks bounced each of the balls off his head, and he dropped

forward, a stunned glaze look on his face.  Smiling confidently Silence rose to

her feet, her hand going to the length of wire rope she wore at her side when

the ground exploded beneath her.

 

****

 

            Liberty shot up through the floor, an explosion of debris following in her

wake; she had been waiting, not far from the garage, following her instincts

which would often lead her to the right place.  After hearing the screams she

knew she had made the right choice, her super strength carrying her through the

floor she burst upwards near the killer, at least she hoped.

            Silence flew backwards from the explosion of cement, slamming hard against

a car, her head bounced off the windshield and she rolled unconscious down the

hood to land on the cool cement.

            Liberty’s victorious heroine pose turned quickly to one of shock as she

watched the Asian girl roll to a stop in a heap.  “oh my god!’ she screamed,

turning her back on the killer she quickly ran over to Silence, rolling her

over.   

            “Are you okay?’ she asked the unconscious girl, her hands reaching to

check for a pulse, intent on Silence, she did not hear the groan behind her, or

the scrap of the metal on cement until it was to late.  The hard iron pipe

slammed into the back of her head, and with a soft sigh escaping from her lips

she fell forward and slumped against the unconscious Silence.

 

*****

 

            Tabula Rasa, as he liked to call himself, looked startled.  Behind him was

an attractive young co-ed, a pretty girl but nothing compared to these two.  The

blonde was startling gorgeous in the tights and leotard, her skirt having fallen

around her waist to reveal the curves of her rear, the slender cleft of her

cheeks lifted up enticingly to him.

            Beneath her was a starkly beautiful Asian girl, her hood around her neck

her mouth hanging slightly open as she lay peacefully beneath Liberty. 

            He knew this would not last, but he needed to take his time, and as far as

he could tell he had not been spied out yet.  Glancing at the cameras again, he

grinned, knowing that all the cameras were not seeing him; his unique power to

disrupt their communications had allowed him to become the killer he was today.

            Liberty, he knew, the other one he did not, but in her hand was a length

of cord, she had obviously pulled out to use on him.

            “Mmm perfect.’ He licked his lips as she tugged the cord from her hands, 

rolling over first the co-ed, he wrapped her hands tightly behind her back, and 

then leaned her against a car, he knew she would not awaken soon after the blow

she had absorbed, the two he was unsure of.

            He grabbed Liberty, rolling her over, his hands trailed over her tight

rear, caressing it, pressing his fingers between her cheeks, she started to

squirm slightly, and grinning at her discomfort he pressed a little hard,

pressing the leotard and tights deeper into her.

            Liberty twisted helplessly, as he manhandled her, his fingers pressing

between her cheeks, as he bound her hands, wrapping the rope easily around her

wrists, he tied it off, pulling his fingers away. 

            He yanked up harshly on her boots, tugging them behind her, he quickly

wrapped them tightly together, drawing her feet towards her bound hands, he

secured a rope between them keeping her in a tight hogtie. 

            He rolled her over, laying her on her side, giving him a view of her

leotard covering her pussy; smiling to himself he glanced between the three

girls, and then decided what to do.

 

*****

 

            Silence awoke with a groan, her head ached, but as she blinked her eyes a

few times trying to come to she found that she was unable to move much.  Her

arms were spread at her sides, stretched outwards around the hood of a car, her

own rope used to hold them in place, her legs were tied and spread as well,.

            “Nggghhh.” She mouthed as she tugged on the ropes, unable to force them

free, a quick glance around confirmed that she was in deep trouble.  The man,

wearing a black leather jacket, and dark black pants, turned towards her holding

a knife. 

            “Good, you’re awake,” He held the knife up, its edge glinting in the

light, ‘we can start the fun now.’

            Silence thrashed hard, trying to get free as he approached her, stepping

between her outstretched legs, he toyed with the knife briefly, and then his

hands were on her body. 

            ‘Get off me!’ she cried out as his hands trailed up her thighs, trailing

over her covered pussy, tickling her through the tights and spandex, making her

writhe away from his touch.  The knife dipped slightly as he traveled up over

her stomach, finally catching into the taut cloth, it parted easily as he moved

the knife, sliding it between her breasts and over the tight gauze wrapped

around her chest. 

            “Tut,” he admonished, pulling the knife towards her throat, her voice

going silent as she looked him with wide fearful eyes behind her mask, ‘you’re

my play toy for tonight, the other two are for the next few nights.’ He

indicated the two other bound girls lying on the ground. 

            Silence was terrified, never having been caught like this before, his eyes

were wandering over the gauze strips, as he dipped his knife down, finding the

end of the gauze he slipped it beneath it, the cool knife against her sweaty

skin.

            “Now why would you wear this I wonder?” he asked and then pulled the knife

upwards, another scream of terror came from Silence’s lips, as he cut through

the gauze that protected her breasts.

            As the material parted her breasts almost seemed to pop free, the gauze

snapping to the side, her heavy breasts, soft round orbs tipped in dark nipples,

were unveiled for him.  She often would keep them hidden and wrapped so they

would not hinder her.  The skin of the breasts was lighter, tipped in dark brown

nipples they swelled slightly in the cool air, heaving as Silence trembled at

her helplessness.  ‘Please…’ she whispered.

            Tabula’s eyes snapped around and then grinned as he stared at something

hidden from Silence’s sight. 

            ‘Ahh the watcher, come to see me play?’ his hand reached out to grip one

of Silence’s large breasts, his finger sinking into the soft flesh causing her

to scream loudly, arching up towards his gripping hands, ‘she screams well don’t

you think?’

 

*****

 

            Psi stood paralyzed unable to move, several floors down in the garage, she

had heard the cry go out, and she had approached the garage timidly, still

deathly afraid and unsure of how she would proceed.  First, had come the sound

of the explosion, debris had rained down on her as the garage shook.  As the

tremors had died down, she had continued her approach when the vision overtook,

leaving her paralyzed.

            Psi stared at the man before her, as he used the knife to toy with

Silence’s body, the girl looked scared, and Psi didn’t need to read her mind to

know that she was terrified and had never been helpless.

            Tabula smiled as he danced the knife back and forth, Silence was breathing

hard as he gripped her nipple and pinched hard, and she arched upwards at the

touch a sharp yelp from her throat as he pulled on it, twisting the dark bud,

causing her pretty features to contort in pain.

            Psi tried to move, tried to do anything but she felt helpless, able only

to watch, paralyzed with fear as she watched.

            He turned back to face his victim, Silence squirmed  trying to free her

hands, ‘you will pay for this..’ her voice growing firm as she tried to reassert 

herself, her head tilting up to stare at him with her dark eyes as he removed

her belt, and tossed it callously beside her. 

            “Oh I don’t think so.” Taking the knife he started to draw it downwards,

cutting it down over her mound, the material parting easily, revealing the dark

blue tights beneath, a slight glimpse of a dark tuft of hair coming into view. 

“I’m going to enjoy you“

            Psi watched as she he started to undress the bound heroine, straining

hard, knowing that she needed to save the girl, she felt her fear dissipate, and

just as suddenly as it had taken her she was free.

            Tabula was busy working on push Silence’s leotard down when he felt a

sudden yank backwards; a pull on his arms, the knife went flying, a faint rosy

glow around it, spinning around, Psi’s fists slammed into his face.

            She stood before him, looking grimly at him, ‘I’m not scared of you…’

throwing another punch at him, the fist lined with a rosy tint as it flew

towards his face.

            Tabula ducked, the fist passing over his head, bringing his own fist

upwards towards Psi’s stomach, impacting with the softness, she felt here breath

forced out of her.

            Falling back, she gripped her stomach tightly, gasping for breath, she

staggered to one knee; in her mind she saw him slamming his fist towards her

face before it happened, allowing to duck beneath it.

            Silence watched the growing back and forth between the two, the girl in

pink on the defensive, she seemed able to anticipate the man’s moves and he

hers, neither gaining an upper hand, but Psi did not look like a fighter. 

Desperate to get free, her fingers worked on the belt that he had foolishly

tossed at her side, pulling the small knife she quietly and quickly worked on

the ropes.

            Psi kept stepping backwards, the only thing saving her now was her

telekinetic shield that she kept in front of her , each of his hammering blows

hitting it forcing her back under the force of it.

            Tabula snarled at her, “You’ll make a wonderful addition, I’ll keep you

alive longer, make you watch what happens to all of them.” His fist slammed hard

against the shield, causing her to stagger again, falling to one knee.

            The rope Silence was cutting suddenly snapped free, Liberty’s hand

grasping it, looking a bit groggy, the blonde heroine stood up, and staggered

towards, Silence’s bound legs, ‘we need to save her.’ Ripping the cords free

from Silence’s legs and final arm.

            Silence moved without question as she came free, she leaped off the hood

of the car, moving with speed and anger, uncaring that her breasts were exposed,

the nipples taut, and slightly reddened from the earlier abuse, she drove her

foot into Tabula’s leg, driving it downwards and into his knee.

            Psi fell hard on her rear, as Silence pummeled on him, driving her fists

into his stomach, and finally grabbing his arm, she spun, sending the villain

towards Liberty, who pulled her arm back dramatically. 

            Liberty’s fist impacted with his face, a dull thud, as he dropped towards

the floor in a heap, crumbling helplessly. 

            Panting, Silence stood up, pulling her long cloak around her to cover her

exposed breasts, shivering a bit, glancing at Psi. 

            Psi looked up at Silence and then glanced over towards Liberty, ‘thank

you.’ she said quietly feeling a bit foolish suddenly, her first chance to be a

heroine having been a failure she thought.

            Liberty shook her head, as she finished untying the girl that had been

attacked first, who was still out cold. “No thank you.”  She stood up smiling

uneasily between the two girls. 

            Silence frowned, and looked at the villain, currently lying on the ground

unconscious, “We’ll have to get him bound and then get her home.” She pointed

briefly at the unconscious girl. 

            Psi nodded weakly, feeling a bit ill, ‘and … you need clothes too.’ She

indicated Silence, who blushed furiously, drawing her cloak tighter around her. 

In the distance, she could hear the sirens coming now, a little too late she

thought. 

            “You”, she pointed at Psi, “get her home, and Liberty, you deal with the

cops, you’re good at that.’  She frowned as she glanced at her own exposed

breasts, “I think I’m going to be long gone before they show up,”

            Drawing her cloak tight around her she stepped off the roof of the

building and disappeared into the night, as Psi ran up to the edge and called

out, “Psi!!” the approaching wail of sirens grew closer and gathering the

unconscious girl up, she turned to Liberty, ‘the name’s Psi.’ 

            Liberty turned to her, her smile lighting up her face, ‘nice to meet you,

I’m Liberty. You’d best go though, I don’t think she would appreciate being all

over television.’  Liberty turned and placed one foot on the fallen villain’s

body as Psi disappeared off into darkness with a rosy flash.

 

*****

 

            Silence watched the news from the comfort of her room, they were reporting

on the capture of the serial killer Tabula, and interviewing Liberty.  Her hand

gripped the remote control as Liberty talked, thinking that the blonde heroine

would take credit for the whole encounter.

            “So Liberty, how did you manage to take down this mad man by your

lonesome?”

            Liberty’s pretty features bunched up slightly, and then relaxed smiling,

“well there was a team of us – “

            Silence clicked her off and sat down on the edge of her bed looking

thoughtful as a smile crept across her face.

            “A team huh?”

 

Continued in - Tales of the Heroine - Get Together

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