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Ms Americana and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villain.

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MS AMERICANA: PRICELESS GIFT

By Dark One

Ms Americana strode down the street in the middle of Delta City's most notorious and dangerous red light district. She had little to worry about. The pimps, pushers and hookers scattered at her approach, casting baleful eyes at her shapely form as she passed by. It was business as usual for the curvaceous super heroine in the legendary red, white and blue stars and stripes costume.

One of the most ruthless men she'd ever sent to prison escaped the previous night. He was born and lived all of his life in the Sugar Town red light district of Delta City. She had no doubt he would return post haste. Besides, he was a vile and vengeful man, and would surely seek revenge against her first thing. She welcomed him to just try it, because she was always ready.

As soon as the sexy super heroine heard about Crazy Cain's escape from prison she was on the job. She called all of her informants, and finally found one that knew something. Apparently he was at his old hangout, Crazy Sexy strip club. It was a singularly seedy and sleazy establishment, catering to sleazy reprobates like Crazy Cain.

"What's going on?" Ms Americana muttered as she neared Crazy Sexy. There were far more people on the streets around the strip club than normal. Indeed, there were TV news crews there. "Are they waiting for me?"

The super sexy super heroine rolled her baby blues, silently cursing those dense news reporters. They so loved to watch her kicking miscreant butt. They would be showing the video of her kicking Crazy Cain's butt for a few weeks to come, not that she minded. It was good publicity, and seriously helped her to build good will with the honest, hard working citizens of Delta City. It showed them that she was still their Queen of Justice, and was on the job fighting the good fight.

"Ms Americana! A word, please," Maria Alcazar of the Channel 7 Action News called.

Ms Americana was reaching for the door into the club. She paused and glanced over her shoulder at the pretty reporter. Should she give an interview first? Chances are those news morons had already alerted Crazy Cain, and he was long gone. But still, she had to try.

Her hesitation was her downfall. As she looked away, towards the reporter, a dark shape rushed out of the night shadows. He raced up behind the shapely vigilante, and did the worst thing possible for her.

Crazy Cain's dark eyes flash with wicked triumph as his big hands grasped the golden power belt at the small of Ms Americana's back. The surprised super heroine gasped. He'd been studying Ms Americana, her strengths and weaknesses, since day one of his incarceration. He knew all about her all important power belt, and within a heartbeat he unfastened it, and yanked it from around her waist.

"Ha!" Crazy Cain cried, tossing the power belt away and into the crowd. He saw a young man grab it and run. Then the escaped convict pulled his pistol and rammed it into Ms Americana's back, right between her shoulder blades. "Freeze! Raise your hands, Americana."

"Oh, Crazy Cain, you won't get away with this," Ms Americana said, raising red gloved hands up. "The news crews are filming live, so the police will know and be on their way within minutes."

"I know," he said. He grabbed a fistful of her silky soft hair, making her grimace with the pain, then forced her to start walking. "To the middle of the intersection, Americana."

"Crazy Cain has Ms Americana!" someone cried.

The denizens of the sleazy red light district smiled with malicious glee as they watched and followed. The reporters spoke urgently of the terrible turn of fortunes for Delta City's premier super heroine as they too filmed and followed. Crazy Cain forced the beautiful masked heroine to the middle of the intersection, and then turned her around to face the cameras.

"Kneel."

"I will hunt you down, Crazy Cain. This Ms Americana swears!"

"Okay, I'm fine with that. If you can, because I am giving you to Sugar Town as a CHEAP Gift!"

The crowd roared.

"Sugar Town, listen up," Crazy Cain called. His fist tightened in her hair as she knelt before him, his pistol at her temple and her hands still raised. "It cost me twenty-five cents to call an unscrupulous snitch who would set her up for capture. It cost me one hundred dollars for this Saturday Night Special pistol to hold her prisoner with. But, unmasking Ms Americana on live TV…," he cried, reaching down and ripping off her mask. "…and utterly destroying the High and Mighty Queen of Justice…..PRICELESS!"

Crazy Cain released her, turned and walked away. "She's yours."

THE END