The Adventures of Comet Girl

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Chapter 6 -- Possessed

(Sewers, Metrocity)

"That fuck'n bitch flushed be down the toilet!" complained Hydro-boy. He surveyed the mess of leaky pipes and valves inside the dank access tunnel. Only rats kept him company as he pushed his way forward. Urine, feces, and decaying food overpowered the putrid air inside the tiny passage. This was no place for a super villain thought Hydro-boy. He should be at home, bragging to his old online buddies about his victory over Comet Girl and Lady Liberty.

The villain continued down the dark passage, wondering where the old access tunnel led. Down here, there were no exits signs to lead him out of this sewage infested hell. Horrible memories haunted him as he recalled a similar journey in the river, a few months ago. He had just been exposed to the radiation from the comet that fell to the Earth. Somehow, his body merged with the water when he was tossed into the flowing river. He felt comfortable though, following the flow of the water that night. And Hydro-boy knew that tonight, he could do the same.

Eventually he found himself in the Waterworks, where all the oldest underground pipes in the city converged. This would be his new base of operations he thought. From here, he could wage a new war against his ex-girlfriend Becky, the one they call Comet Girl. Unfortunately, the villain did not know this place already had an inhabitant--one much more powerful and more sinister than he could ever imagine.

From the eerie darkness, a bony hand reached for his throat. He jumped up, and stumbled backwards to avoid the creature emerging from the shadows.

--

(Erica's Apartment, Near Adam's Collage in Metrocity)

Becky screamed as she tightly clinched her sheets. They were soaked with sweat, and partially stained with blood.

"What's wrong?" asked Erica. She was at the other end of the room, reading a book in bed. The young lady placed her book down, and looked up at her frightened roommate.

"Another nightmare," complained Becky. She lifted up her covers, and then gingerly examined the bandages on her wounds.

"What was this one about?"

"I dreamt I was livestock, and Brad was this farmer who...well...you know." Becky moved her hands up and down in front of her, as if she were milking an animal.

"No way," said Erica. She then burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" asked Becky as she glared suspiciously at her roommate.

Erica jumped on top of her bed and into one of those poses you see frontiersmen do. She placed her index finger high into the air, and said in her best cheesy announcer's voice, "We now bring you the Erotic Misadventures of Comet Cow!!" She stretched out the last two words to exaggerate the silliness of her comment.

Becky threw her pillow at Erica, who fell off the bed as a result. "You were there too, LLAMA Liberty."

The two young women chuckled.

"I've got to get some sleep, if we are going to go to that comic book convention tomorrow," said Becky. "So can you give me back my pillow?"

Erica walked over to her beautiful roommate, and struck her with a pillow. She sat beside her injured partner, and patted her just below the belly. She asked Becky, "How are you doing? Is it healing?"

"Ouch! Cut that out!" Becky protested. She reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to her. Erica prepared herself for some kind of retaliation, but Becky pulled out a Three Musketeers bar instead. She unwrapped it, and indulged on the whipped chocolate candy.

"Now you are never going to get to sleep," complained Erica.

"Chocolate calms me down, okay."

"Okay. Good night then," said Erica as she jokingly kissed Becky on the forehead.

"Good night, MOM," Becky sarcastically replied to the younger woman.

Erica responded with a bitchy-rich-girl-head-toss. She moved her head to one side with her nose high in the air. She let her shoulder length black hair whip around her face and partially conceal it. But, instead of the usual ignorant stare the should come next, Erica smiled. She laughed, and turned her head back to her roommate. After a few minutes, she returned to her own bed, and continued reading her book as Becky fell asleep. It was great not needing sleep she thought. Since becoming a teenager, and as her powers developed, she discovered that she now longer needed to sleep. But, then again, she also learned that she never dreamt anymore either.

--

(Waterworks, under Metrocity)

"Fuck! Man, what happened to your face?" exclaimed Hydro-boy. He stared in horrifying shock at the poor creature before him. The man looked like someone had ripped off the skin of his face, and threw it away. Brad, also known as Hydro-boy, wondered if the man was in pain, since he could not see facial expressions on the stranger.

The man with the skeleton grin walked slowly toward Hydro-boy. His body occasionally faded away, but then appeared again, as if the man was stuck between worlds. When the stranger was only a few feet away, he extended his hand, and touched Hydro-boy's liquid body. Brad was too frightened to move, seeming to forget that he had super powers now. When he felt energy leaving his body, however, he tried to run away. His feet were strangely glued, however, to the slippery floor of the Waterworks.

"Who are you?" he managed to get out.

"I was once the great criminal genius known as The Skull," the stranger said. "I would have been a god. But that bitch Scarlet Agent had to interfere in my plans. Instead of absorbing the comet's energy, I was nearly absorbed by it. It is by my will alone, I SURVIVED!"

"What do you want from me?" asked Hydro-boy in total terror. His liquid form was now gone, and his original body now appeared. He still had on the cheaply made costume he wore on the night he was exposed to the comet's radiation.

"Apparently, you were exposed to the comet's energy, as others no doubtably were. So you will help me take back what is RIGHTFULLY mine."

"Fuck you! I'm no lackey."

"You don't understand. I can no longer live in this form for long periods of time. You will not be my lackey..." The Skull said as he began to fade away completely.

"...You will be my body," said Brad, completing The Skull's statement. He eyes glowed green as he laughed.

"The Skull is dead to the world tonight. But in his death, an new villain is born." The Skull looked at his new body. It was young, strong, and athletic. He also looked into the memories of the man whose body he stole.

"Long live Violator!" he shouted. His voice echoed throughout the Waterworks.

--

(Dr. Sam Schneider's home, 10 miles outside of Metrocity)

"Hey, Doc. We're here to pick up Michael. Is he ready for the convention?" said Becky. She wore blue jeans today, with a "God Bless America" T-shirt. She sat down in the chair next to the front door, and adjusted her ponytail. The young woman watched Sam struggle her way to the front door. The doctor, who was recently transformed from a man to a woman, wore a wicked pair of red high heel shoes. It was obvious that she was not comfortable wearing them.

"I'm never going to get used to these in time for the interview today," she said about the damn shoes.

"Try walking ball to heel, instead of heel to ball," Becky demonstrated the procedure to the doctor, who in turn copied the steps. "It's not natural, but a least you won't break your ankle."

"Thanks Becky. Did Erica come in with you?"

"She wanted to wait in the car," said Becky hesitantly.

The older woman sadly shook her head. Becky could see that she was almost ready to cry.

"Give her some time Doc. It took her a while to get used to me too. She's stubborn when it comes to changes in her life. And well, having your father turn into a woman definitely constitutes a life change."

"Thanks. And thanks for the crash course on makeup the other day."

 "No sweat," said Becky as Michael raced down the stairs. He was wearing a Tommy Hilfiger shirt with black pants.

"Liberty Lad reporting for duty," he said, saluting Becky and his father. His father smiled, returned the salute, and patted Michael on the butt like a baseball player would.

"Good luck with the interview Doc," said Becky as she followed Liberty Lad out the door. The sun was still not out yet, and the air was still cold. The two of them raced for the "shotgun" position in Erica's Toyota SUV, but Michael claimed victory as he opened the passenger door.

Erica was inside, singing Five for Fighting's Superman (It's Not Easy Being Me) which played on the radio. The song had just ended as Becky jumped into the back of the Toyota. Erica pulled away as Dr. Schneider watched teary eyed from the window of her suburban home.

After hours of driving, several radio station changes, and numerous candy bars (mostly from Becky), the heroes were close enough to the Golem City Convention Center for Erica to park the car. Making sure no one was around, Becky, Erica, and Michael transformed into their outfits using their magic amulets. They then hiked the remaining miles to the convention hall, which was almost has large as Adam's College itself. There were hundreds of people lined up outside waiting to get in, and they all cheered as the three heroes walked past the lines. Several screaming girls even ran to Michael, who was noticeable uncomfortable by the attention. But he smiled, and waved at them as he showed his special invite to the man at the door.

"Why did we walk the rest of way?" asked Becky quietly to Lady Liberty.

"Because real superheroes don't drive SUV's to public events," she whispered back. Just then, a white Bronco with black cow spots pulled up. A large woman exited the passenger side of the vehicle, dressed in a cow costume and a cape. She boldly sauntered to the entrance, and tried to get past the man at the door. She did not have an invite though, and was not allowed to proceed, even with her insistence of being a superhero. Comet Girl and Lady Liberty giggled to each other as they showed their invitations to the guard.

Becky said, out the corner of her mouth, "At least her husband wasn't dressed up like a llama."

Inside, a scrawny man wearing glasses said to the two beautiful women, "Okay. Miss Liberty, you go this way to the signing booths. And Miss Girl, you go THAT way to the Sidekicks' Lounge.

Becky was mortified.

"A sidekick!" she complained as she was led down the hall in the opposite direction as Erica.

Lady Liberty, shouted back, "Don't worry, it will only be for an hour, and then we can tour the merchant hall together!"

--

(Office of New Hires, Adam's College)

The young man, who was wearing a red turtle neck sweater, walked over to the tall file cabinet behind his desk. He smiled at the lovely lady sitting nervously in the chair in front of him. He opened the middle drawer, and moved several things around inside. There were several files in the drawer along with Mr. Peterson's head. Doug Peterson was the man in charge of new hires at the college. Though his last name started with a "P", his head was now filed under "S", for "shit-head". Mr. Peterson was never well liked, but was very well known, on campus. Unfortunately for Dr. Schneider, she had never met the real Doug Peterson prior to today's interview.

"So Samantha, if may I call you that, it says here that you have a niece enrolled at this college," said the handsome man as he opened the file he just removed. He looked up and down Dr. Schneider's slender body. She was definitely attractive for an older woman, especially with her short skirt and nicely fitted blouse.

"Yes, my brother enrolled her last year for this fall's sessions. And I enrolled her friend a week ago." Sam felt very uncomfortable with the man who now stared at her chest. She wondered if she ever stared at a woman's chest when she was a man. The doctor crossed her legs as the young man behind the desk walked closer to her. His tight leather pants squeaked a little as if they were new. They reminded her of the black leather pants Jacob, her former assistant, always wore. He continued to squeak slowly behind her, but then placed both of his strong, powerful hands on her soft shoulders.

"I bet you would like to see her remain at this institution too, wouldn't you?" said the man confidently. He began to slowly massage her neck. Sam became both annoyed and aroused by this man's handling of her. She then felt him run his hands through her long black hair.

"Of course. Her mother Christine taught as this college. It's the only one she wants to go too," replied Sam as she tried to shake off the advances of the fake Mr. Peterson. "Could you please NOT do that," she insisted.

"So it would break her heart if she were to be expelled then?" whispered the man. He sniffed Sam's perfumed, which she borrowed from Becky.

"What are you getting at?" the doctor asked. She felt his tongue brush against her ear. The man then reached around Sam, and ripped the two top buttons off her white blouse. He then slid the top of her blouse over her shoulders, exposing her neck and part of her elegant red bra underneath. He began to seductively kiss her down her neck as she cringed in disgust. She wasn't sure what to do now, but then the man started to fiddle with the clasp on her bra.

"This is sexual harassment Mister Peterson. I hope you have a good lawyer," she said as she stood up. Her chest moved up and down with every angry breath she took.

"Actually, Samuel, what I was about to do was more like sexual assault. And don't you deny to me who you really are. I've known you since we were kids, and you DON'T have a sister." The man pulled out a small mechanical device from his pocket. The device came to life, and like a bug, it jumped onto the doctor's shoulder and down the front of her shirt.

"Jacob?" she shouted, as she struggled with the metal bug. It ran around inside her shirt and across her back.

"New model, same performance. Only now, I'm called Violator," he replied as he walked to the closet. He took out his leather duster, and put it on. He kicked the rest of Mr. Peterson into a large box next to his crying secretary Alice. She was stripped, gagged, and bound tightly with her own pantyhose. He grinned evilly, and said, "Oh Alice, hold all my calls. Ms. Schneider and I will be having a very long meeting."

"What's happening to me? I can't move," said Sam. Her arms fell to her side helplessly.

"It's a little invention I made called a spider. It attaches itself to the back of your neck, and intercepts certain brain signals controlling your body. So you can feel everything your body does, but you can't do anything about it. Eventually, I have one made that will send signals too, so I can control the victim by remote control so to speak. I think your Lady Liberty will make a fine test subject for it."

Violator walked over the helpless doctor, and pulled off another button from her shirt.

"Whatever you're going to do to me, keep the children out of it. Please, for Christine's sake."

"How dare you use her against me. I loved her more than you ever did. You took her from me, like you took everything else. My fame, my glory, my FACE!" He took his hand, and scratched Sam across the face. It did not break the skin, but it left several red streaks.

"She could never love someone with a heart like yours," said the doctor as her captor ripped other button from her shirt.

"Shut up!" Violator demanded as he struck her face with his backhand. The doctor began to cry.

"It was YOU and YOUR MEN who KILLED her Jacob!" shouted Sam remembering that night vividly. The tear flowed freely now.

"I DIDN'T know it was Christine. She was wearing her mask. How could I know?" Violator yanked off the remaining buttons on the doctor's pretty blouse. The shirt fell to the floor like a vanquished soldier in a bloody battlefield.

"Fuck you."

"I didn't know about her weakness either. I swear. And if I knew Christine was Lady Liberty, I would have...I would...Well, it would have been different."

"It doesn't matter now Jacob. What really matters now is that you have to change. You have to let me help you, to make her death mean something."

Violator paused briefly, but then shook his head. "No Samuel. That Jacob died last night. I am someone, and something, very different now. And yes, you will help me, but not like that. I was going to simply drain you of your energy, but after looking at your file, I have other plans for you. But first, I'm going to fuck you like you fucked with me." Violator pulled out a long black baton from the desk drawer. It was the same one The Skull used on Scarlet a few months ago. He used it to clear the top of the desk, and he set it down on the floor.

"You should be honored, Samuel. Most WOMEN don't even get to feel this good," said Violator as he carefully removed Sam's bra. He gently placed her paralyzed body on Mr. Peterson's desk. Jacob laughed mischievously at life's irony as he placed his face between Sam's supple breasts. He then took a hypospray from his pocket, and injected the doctor with some kind of chemical.

"What did you inject me with?" asked Sam. She felt one of her captor's forceful hands just below her ear. He ran it gently down her neck, occasionally stopping to play with her earlobe. His other hand was now rubbing her breast.

"It's a special chemical I designed after I learned that there was a new Lady Liberty in town. I assumed it would be your lovely daughter, and I wanted to make sure I didn't make the same mistake I made with her mother. The chemical works with the female hormone. The more hormones she has racing through body, the more potent this serum becomes."

"What does it do Jacob?"

"It destroys your willpower of course. I was designed to turn all women into my slaves. I suppose I could make one for males, but what would be the purpose? I must admit though, I did think about making a batch to use just on you. But I guess that's a moot point now, isn't it?" Violator opened another drawer on the desk, and pulled out a blood stained neck tie. He tied one end around one of Dr. Schneider's wrists. He then looped it around a pipe above the desk. It was an old building, so many of the rooms were riddled with pipes and wires running through cutouts in the wall.

With that complete, he carefully positioned the doctor so that she was kneeling on the top of the desk. He used the other end to tie to bind the doctor's free wrist, so both her hands were above her head now. Jacob pressed his chest into the back of Sam's back. He grabbed her smooth breasts, and molested them until they were red. "No offense Sam, but I have to do this so that my serum will take control of your mind."

"Don't do this, I can help you," Sam moaned as the chemical in her burned away her inhibitions. She was breathing very heavily.

Jacob turned the doctor's head to one side, and looked into her eyes.

"I've always loved you Christine," he said to Sam's confusion. She saw that her sick captor had his eyes closed now. Was he pretending the she was her deceased wife.

Violator kissed her wondrous lips as he grabbed his baton from the floor.

The doctor felt something slide between her legs, under her tight skirt, and heard Jacob say, "I promise Christine, that this won't hurt."

--

(Golem City Convention Center, Golem City (duh!))

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Eugene as he accidentally bumped into Comet Girl. He fell to the ground hard. "Wow, you pretty solid. I mean...oh, man."

"It's okay. Are you hurt?"

Eugene shook his head. He was mesmerized by Comet Girl's endless beauty. He looked into her blue eyes, and nearly fainted. His own eyes then followed her flowing hair, which was no longer in a pony tail. He was then captivated by her muscular midriff, her curvy hips, and her petite belly button.

"Are you a sidekick, or a fan?" she asked him. His jaw was still down.

"Well, technically I'm a fan," he said holding up his visitor's pass, not dropping his gaze. "But sometimes I feel like a sidekick, because I have very little control of my own life."

"I know what you mean," said the young heroine.

"I'm figuring that someone like you, probably wouldn't want to get a cup of hot chocolate with a guy like me. But...well...here's my card anyway. Please consider it, maybe?" he said shamefully. "I better get going. I have to get to the signing booth by the end of the hour."

What a gentlemen thought Becky. Maybe she will take him up on his offer, but not as Comet Girl. That way, she could see if he would act the same way toward a "normal" woman. As Eugene left, a man in a blue suit marched his way into the lounge. He walked up to Comet Girl, placed his index finger between her perky breasts, and demanded two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

"What for?" asked the confused heroine.

"I have a copyright for the name Comet Girl. You are in violation of the copyright. So if you do not pay me, you'll cease any and all use of the name."

"But, I didn't pick the name. I really didn't have no choice. Besides, Comet Girl is my name. You don't see Michael Jordan collecting money from other people named Michael Jordan, do you?"

"Yes, but you also don't see TWO Michael Jordan's playing basketball." He grabbed her hand with one of his hands, and shoved a Comet Girl comic book into her chest with the other.

She tried to pull away from his hand, but his grip was incredibly strong. She felt a sharp pain as he burned a strange mark into her palm. "What did you just do?" she cried. But the man disappeared before she could even looked up from her hand. She looked around, but only fans and second string superheroes filled the room. Occasional has-been-heroes like Cliff Dover and Lucky Strike were also present in the lounge.

"I shouldn't have come," she said softly, biting into the Three Musketeers bar she carefully smuggled into the convention. She opened up the comic book, and started to read it.

Meanwhile, Lady Liberty was on the other end of the convention center signing autographs with her brother. She estimated that she would be done in about five minutes. She wondered if she would get to see Judge Jericho, a popular superhero from Golem City. Erica spent the last few minutes fantasized about wrestling with him.

Then Liberty heard a faint cry for help. It was coming from outside the building. She got up, and excused herself. The others in line didn't mind, but as she left, several convention officials quickly converged on the line, explaining that there were no guarantees for autographs and that the convention was not responsible for her sudden departure.

In the alley outside the convention, two men were in the process of robbing a weak old lady. Liberty boldly ordered the men to surrender, but they attacked her instead. She took care of them easily. Both men were knocked unconscious as the plucky heroine kicked them to the wall.

"Are you okay Miss?" said Lady Liberty as she helped the old lady up.

"Yes, my dear. Now that you are here," the old woman replied as she reached into her purse.

"There's no need for a reward Miss."

"But I insist," replied the woman as she sprayed something into Erica's unsuspecting face. The heroine became dizzy, and she slumped to the ground unconscious.

The Bronco with cow spots backed into the alley as the old woman morphed to a large hairy gorilla. The gorilla picked Erica's limp body, and placed her in the back of the Bronco, along with the two unconscious men. She caressed the two men's cheeks with a mother's admiration.

"Get in here now woman. That spray won't last forever. We have to get her home and hooked up before she wakes up," cried the man driving the vehicle. He was dressed like old time milkman.

The woman shut the back door, and walked to the front. By the time she reached the passenger side, she had already transformed herself into a beautiful woman.

(End of Chapter 6)

Coming up -- Violator tests his control over Sam, and Erica learns a shocking secret about her mother's past.