Sully’s Return

A Ms Americana fanfic By Comix_Fana

ACT I

A few minutes past midnight, a car sped away from the outskirts of Delta City. The driver, Federal Agent Quentin Sullivan, turned into a side road that led into the woods. He soon arrived at a secluded cabin. He drew in a deep breath.

"Dead men don’t talk…better keep my Irish temper in check if I want to get the info I need. Isabella’s soul won’t rest in peace until the world has been rid of the Aberration. The powers that be are cutting me a lot of slack, so I mustn’t blow it." He mused.

He exited the car, a black Chevrolet Lumina, and walked to the trunk. He opened it up and looked at his prisoner with a disgusted wince. Bound and gagged, a middle-aged man dressed in a Lab overcoat looked up anxiously, trying to protest through the gag.

"Professor Pervo I presume? I trust you have slept well?" Sullivan said.

He pulled the Professor out of the trunk of the car effortlessly. Sullivan had been a part of the weightlifting team back in College, nearly making the Olympic team. A broken heart had made him blow his chances at the tryouts.

"That was then, this is now." He thought.

He hauled professor Pervo across his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried him into the cabin, dumping him to the ground. Pervo let out a loud "HMMMPF!" as he hit the floor. The door slammed shut, and the lights went on.

"Oh, did that hurt? I’m soooo sorry…actually, come to think of it, no I’m not." Sullivan said.

In another display of unusual strength, he picked up professor Pervo from the floor and strapped him to a chair.

"And now you sorry piece of shit, here’s the lowdown. We’re miles away from civilization, I’m a federal agent and you’re in my custody. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a pissed off federal agent." Sullivan said.

He grabbed another chair and sat down in front of Pervo, staring him in the eyes in a way that made Pervo flinch and look away. Satisfied, Sullivan reached in his jacket pocket.

"I could torture the information out of you, but you would likely feed me misinformation to make me stop. I have much better than that." Sullivan said.

He pulled a small vial out of his pocket and a syringe still in its sterile wrapper. He placed the items on the table next to them for professor Pervo to see.

"We haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Special Agent Sullivan. But you probably knew my sister better; former Assistant District Attorney Isabella Sullivan." Sullivan said.

Pervo shook his head, trying to mumble something through the gag, sweating profusely.

"That’s right asshole, the same Isabella Sullivan that your pet monster raped to death. Superheroines might be able to take that tree limb your freak calls a cock, but normal women can’t." Sullivan said.

He stood up; feeling his temper rise and knowing he needed to keep a cool head.

"According to the coroner, she had passed out from shock after the very first thrust. She was unconscious when she bled to death." Sullivan said.

He walked back and forth as he spoke, hands shaking out of anger.

"The FBI has gathered enough shit on you to send you up the river for good, but we both know the Aberration would only break you out. So here’s what I already know; first, the Aberration is the result of one of your freak experiments in genetics." Sullivan said.

Professor Pervo was now pale like a ghost.

"Second, the Aberration is loyal to you like a lapdog, in spite of his claims that he’s in it for the money only. No point in denying it pal, we have spies everywhere." Sullivan continued.

He sat back down, looking sternly at professor Pervo.

"Third, the Aberration is unpredictable and has a volatile temper. Ergo, it’s very unlikely that you would have created him without adding a safeguard should he turn on you, an Achilles’ heel of sorts. That’s what I don’t know and you are going to tell me." Sullivan said.

Pervo shook his head frantically, mumbling "NNNNNHHH! NNNNNNNNHHH!"

"Oh yes you will, and once you have, you’ll also tell me where to find that dick on two legs. You see, you have no choice in the matter. This little vial there on the table is Sodium Pentothal." Sullivan said.

He pulled the syringe from its wrapper and prepared the shot. Professor Pervo moaned loudly trying to squirm out of the straps.

"Cut it out or you’ll get yourself a sock in the jaw along with a shot full of truth serum, your choice." Sullivan said.

He stabbed professor Pervo’s right thigh with the syringe and pushed the plunger in.

"Aaaw, did that hurt? Good!" Sullivan said.

He cast professor Pervo a cold grin and pulled the syringe out, letting the blood flow and clot on its own, staining the professor’s pants. Sullivan pulled professor Pervo’s gag down, who gasped and sobbed all at once.

"And now, you pathetic excuse for a human being, tell me about the Aberration. What’s his weak spot; and where is he?" Sullivan said.

Nauseated from the truth serum and quivering from fear, professor Pervo spoke.

Later that night, Sullivan was racing back to Delta City. Pervo had sent the Aberration on an errand to steal a shipment of scientific equipment for him. Sullivan made a few calls, and according to Commissioner Bordon, Brenda Wade and Ms Americana had pulled a switcheroo with the shipment. Ms Americana would try to subdue and apprehend the Aberration.

"That arrogant, stuck-up bitch has no idea what she’s gotten herself into! What Pervo said about the Aberration is frightening; her powers will barely be enough to survive him. And trust that ice-Queen Wade to come up with a hair brained scheme without doing an adequate background research…she was the same way in College; headstrong and impulsive… some things never change!" Sullivan anxiously thought.

Back in his College days, he had genuinely loved Brenda, and for a time it actually looked like they had a future together. And then, without any explanation, she had packed up and left town.

"Brenda Wade, ice-Queen, heartbreak-Queen and overall snooty bitch. I blew the Olympic weight-lifting team tryouts because of her." He thought, angrily.

It was, after all, for the best. A few years after graduation he was admitted in the FBI, and his young sister Isabella would graduate from Law School and work her way to Assistant DA…she would later be killed in the most sick, perverted manner. Sullivan sighed. Commissioner Bordon had provided him with the frequency of the GPS tracking device planted by Brenda Wade in the decoy truck. His tenure as an FBI agent did carry a lot of pull. According to his GPS scanner, he was getting close. He parked one block away from the coordinates; to have the element of surprise. He walked quietly around the corner so he could observe the scene undetected. What he saw made his blood run cold.

"Christ I’m too late, looks like Ms Americana’s already bit the dust; that Aberration really has a one-track mind." Sullivan thought.

Stripped down to her boots, gloves and mask and tied to the overturned decoy truck, Ms Americana struggled angrily, grunting through her gag at the Aberration who was gloating, with a loud, sinister laugh. He was fondling her ample right breast.

"Well, thanks for the good time Americana, and if there’s a bun in the oven, don’t come crawling to me for kiddie support. Consider yourself OWNED BITCH!" The Aberration said.

"That sick fuck, I swear he’s gonna get his…wait a minute…Ms Americana’s naked body looks strangely familiar…BRENDA?" Sullivan thought.

Feelings for the woman whom he had once loved resurfaced, merging with his thirst for revenge and the grief he felt over the loss of his sister.

"Own my ex? I DON’T THINK SO!" He thought, livid.

Sullivan moved in closer as quietly as a cat on the prowl and pounced, slapping the Aberration on the back, getting his attention.

"TAG GARGOYLE, YOU’RE IT!" Sullivan yelled.

"Shit that hurt! It felt like slapping a brick wall!" Sullivan thought.

He took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance between himself and the Aberration.

"What the fuck is this now? Runt with a death wish wants his ass kicked? A leather jacket and sunglasses don’t make you a badass little man!" The Aberration said.

The Aberration menacingly faced Sullivan who smiled smugly, ignoring his throbbing right hand. Ms Americana shook her head, struggled and squirmed in vain, trying to scream "Get away, he’ll kill you!" though her gag.

"Great Liberty! I’m glad to see chivalry isn’t dead after all, but that poor man doesn’t stand a chance!" She thought.

"Wow, your creator sure made you butt-ugly! If looks are your only assets you must be dead-broke!" Sullivan said.

"How very clever of you, too bad you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life; now THAT’S funny!" The Aberration said.

He walked towards Sullivan, who stood his ground, arms crossed. The Aberration stopped, perplexed.

"What are you, SUICIDAL? You’re either very brave or very stupid; I’ll give you a five minute head-start, run away you runt, if I don’t catch you, you get to live!" The Aberration said.

Sullivan threw his head back and laughed out loud, further infuriating the Aberration.

"What is he doing? Is he crazy?" Ms Americana thought, shocked.

"Oh shaking in my boots I am! Why should I run when pissing you off is sooo much more fun?" Sullivan said.

"Okay, you ASKED for it pipsqueak!" The Aberration growled.

With a lurch forward, the Aberration took a roundhouse swing at Sullivan who ducked and rolled out of the way; making the Aberration hit the brick wall of the building behind him instead.

"Was that your best shot? Nice aim cunt-breath!" Sullivan said.

"WHY YOU…" The Aberration shouted, angrily.

The Aberration picked up a crate from the overturned truck and threw it at Sullivan who ducked and rolled out of the way again. The crate bounced off the street with a loud thump and finally smashed to pieces.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk; that aim of yours is getting worse! What’s the matter puke-face? Blurry vision, feeling fatigued perhaps…or maybe a combination of the two?" Sullivan said, chuckling again.

"You…you SON OF A BITCH…as…as soon as I catch my breath…" The Aberration said, panting.

The Aberration could feel that something was wrong. Picking up that crate and throwing it should have been child’s play, yet it had left him feeling light headed and drained. In fact, every move felt strenuous, his breathing had become labored, his vision was getting blurry and he could feel a sense of vertigo overtaking him. He focused his gaze on the man clad in jeans, leather jacket and sunglasses, who was still laughing at him.

"I’m gonna fucking turn you into PAVEMENT PIZZA!" The Aberration screamed.

The Aberration threw himself at Sullivan, swinging at him with joined fists and missing the mark. His own momentum dragged him face down onto the pavement, right in front of Sullivan’s snakeskin booted feet, gasping for air.

"What…WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?" The Aberration said.

"That clap on the back wasn’t me slapping a ‘kick me’ sign on you, bonehead; that’s for damn sure." Sullivan said.

He crouched near the Aberration to look him in the face.

"Two things you need to know about me sunshine, first; I always do my homework. Second, I always SETTLE MY SCORES." Sullivan said.

"What the fuck are you talking about…?" The Aberration said.

"After having a friendly chat with your friendly creator professor Pervo, I learned that you have no immune system. That slap on the back was to deliver a viral dermal patch, courtesy of prof. Pervo. Said virus is harmless to humans, but deadly to you." Sullivan said.

"Who…who the fuck are you?" The Aberration asked in a hoarse voice.

"You can call me Federal Agent Sullivan, older brother of the late Assistant DA Isabella Sullivan; ring a bell? By the way, my sister says ‘fuck you and rot in hell’." Sullivan said.

He stood up and stomped on the Aberration’s neck, snapping it; the virus having rendered the Aberration’s bones brittle. He pulled a compact radio transmitter from his jacket pocket.

"Sullivan to Commissioner Bordon, give me another 20 minutes and then send in the troupes for the cleanup. My mission here is accomplished." He said.

He looked at Ms Americana and sighed, overtaken by nostalgia. He had to see her naked to finally recognize her. He bent over to remove the viral dermal patch from the Aberration’s back, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

"This is the type of shit that mustn’t fall into the wrong hands." Sullivan thought.

"Relax, the cops won’t get here until you’re untied and fully dressed…well, as dressed as it gets in your case." Sullivan said.

He grinned at the annoyed look on her face as he untied her, ankles first, wrists next.

"Yeah, same old Brenda, same fiery temper!" He thought.

Once her hands were free, she pulled her gag off.

"Typical male chauvinistic remark; but I’m not surprised; coming from a man who just resorted to cold-blooded murder!" She said, in a snippy voice.

"You’re welcome." He replied, dryly.

"Don’t act so full of yourself, the Aberration should have been brought to Justice, not executed at your whim!" She said.

"Oh sure, your methods were obviously working! Face it; in spite of all of your super powers, the Aberration still outmatched you and still fucked you shitless. And if you had gotten the better of him, you know as well as I do that no prison on this planet could have held him prisoner!" Sullivan shouted back.

In spite of the pent-up anger he felt towards her, he still wanted to be a gentleman. He picked up her panties from the pavement and handed them to her. She snatched them angrily form his hands. She slipped them on, her massive bosom jiggling sensuously as she bent over. She picked up her bra from the pavement, trying to think of a witty retort, wanting to have the last word against that smug bastard. She slipped it on, while he, still trying to be a gentleman, picked her power belt up from the pavement. He handed it to her and she grabbed it from him, looking annoyed. Why did he have to be so nice to her when she wanted to be mad at him?

"Well…regardless, two wrongs don’t make a right!" She finally said.

"Letting him run free wouldn’t have been right either! That monster raped my sister to death, may God rest her soul! You Superheroines may be built to take telephone-poles-for-dicks, but normal women aren’t!" Sullivan replied.

Ms Americana looked down, looking remorseful.

"I…I sympathize with you, don’t get me wrong. The Aberration deserved what he got, many times over; but what you just did was not justice." Ms Americana said.

"Please Brenda, can’t you drop it?" Sullivan said.

"What…who…I don’t know what you’re talking about!" Ms Americana replied, flustered.

"Oh cut the crap, there’s no way two women can have a body identical to yours. Haven’t you recognized me yet, the man whose heart you broke in College?" Sullivan said, rolling his eyes.

He removed his sunglasses and arched his eyebrows. She looked at him closely and gasped.

"Quentin?" She said.

"Bingo! Took you long enough!" He said, smiling.

"Well…regardless, FBI agent or not and ex-boyfriend or not it still doesn’t excuse…" She started.

"Oh Christ here we go again! What’s really bothering you Brenda? That I’ve saved precious taxpayers money by putting that piece of shit rape-happy monster out of our misery; or that a man with no super powers succeeded where you failed?" Sullivan said.

"Why you…you…pretentious bastard!" She snapped.

"Stuck-up bitch!" He shot back.

"Chauvinistic pig!" She retorted.

"Man-hating witch! He said.

Their eyes connected, and their anger slowly receded.

"Dickhead…"She said.

"Self-righteous…" He said.

"Arrogant…" She said.

"Opinionated…" He said.

"Jerk…" She said.

"Ice Queen…" He said.

"Neanderthal…" She said.

"Heartbreaker…" He said.

That last reply did it. She threw her arms around him and kissed him. She broke their lip lock, giving him an apologetic look.

"Sorry, for a minute there I forgot…I had to accommodate the Aberration’s sexual impulses while you were on your way here, I must taste awful, like stale clam chowder!" She said.

"I won’t be eating clam chowder for a while; I’ll wonder if there’s monster jizm in my soup!" He said.

That reply struck Ms Americana as hilarious. She laughed heartily, hugging him tighter.

"I need a hot bath as well as an antibacterial and antiviral purge…believe it or not, I missed you so much Quentin. I wanted so badly to tell you everything…" She said.

"Antibacterial and antiviral purge? She’s one rich bitch all right! Shit, don’t tell me I still have feelings for her?" He wondered.

"Then why didn’t you?" He finally asked.

"I was obsessed with revenging my father’s death by upholding justice…a dangerous lifestyle. You could have gotten killed and I never would have forgiven myself if that had happened. I wanted to protect you…so I left. I cried for weeks for hurting you like that; but I see you’ve done well for yourself, Agent Sullivan!" She said.

"I understand, I think. I was so angry with you…as weird as it sounds the anger kept me sane. But today, when I finally recognized you, tied up and helpless; another victim of the Aberration…I realized I wasn’t over you at all...’" He replied.

"My hero!" She whispered in his ear.

They held each other a bit longer, basking in the moment, wishing the moment wouldn’t end. She smiled at him as Police sirens could be heard approaching. They broke their embrace.

"I’m glad to see you can handle yourself quite well with super villains…you do your homework indeed! Stick around Quentin; I don’t want our reunion to be cut short." Ms Americana said.

"I am not moving a muscle!" Sullivan said.

"How crazy is this? I revenge my sister’s death only to realize my ex is Ms Americana?" He thought, bewildered.

"Here come the clowns, follow my lead Agent Sullivan." Ms Americana said.

Sullivan nodded. Commissioner Bordon walked up to them looking upset, flanked by two uniformed officers.

"Mission accomplished indeed; I can’t say I appreciate the FBI muscling into my town…" Bordon said.

"Your town Commissioner, were there elections I wasn’t aware of making you the new Mayor?" Ms Americana said, hands on her hips.

Sullivan repressed a giggle. Brenda’s wit hadn’t changed either.

"I don’t appreciate the sarcasm Ms Americana, we had things well in hand; Ms Wade’s plan was flawless, Sullivan nearly sabotaged everything!" Bordon said.

Before Sullivan could reply, Ms Americana was already taking his defense. He looked at her, smiling.

"That’s Agent Sullivan to you Commissioner. And I wouldn’t be so quick to judge. His intervention was welcome; the Aberration was more powerful than anticipated. I cannot say that I support Agent Sullivan’s methods, but they worked." Ms Americana said.

A police officer stepped up to them and addressed the Commissioner.

"Er...Commish? I think we’ll need the Coroner here, the Aberration looks dead." He said.

"Right…call dispatch Rodriguez; get the Coroner here with an ambulance." Bordon said.

Officer Rodriguez nodded and walked back to the squad car.

"Okay, so things worked out for the best this time. A bit of notice would be appreciated next time the FBI has a grand master plan." Bordon said.

"Agreed Commissioner; my apologies for the short notice but time was of the essence in this particular matter. By the by, professor Pervo won’t be bothering Delta City for some time; my colleagues have picked him up and he’s been sent to a maximum Security Federal Prison. The rap sheet on him is already a few miles long." Sullivan said.

"Now that is good news we all can appreciate!" Bordon said, smiling.

"Here, here; I am appreciating Agent Sullivan’s intervention more and more!" Ms Americana said.

Not thinking, she held Sullivan by the arm with a subtle smile on her lips. Bordon smirked, but decided not to address that particular topic.

"I guess we’d better process the crime scene, so I bid you farewell." Bordon said.

He turned around, flanked by his two officers, getting busy around the decoy cargo and the lifeless carcass of the Aberration.

"Hello, hello? And here I thought Ms Americana was a lesbian? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she has the hots for Federal Agent Sullivan, that lucky bastard!" Bordon thought, smirking.

Ms Americana brought her lips closer to Sullivan’s ear so only he could hear her.

"Olympus Condominiums, I have a secondary residence there. Garage entry code *1435, use parking spot P-33, it’s my suite’s guest parking. Buzz code PH-315, take the elevator to the Penthouse, the whole floor is mine. Meet you there in 20 minutes!" Ms Americana whispered.

He looked at her with a mixture of surprise and excitement. He nodded and smiled. She smiled back at him and shook his hand for the benefit of the policemen.

"Thanks again for the assist Agent Sullivan; it was a pleasure working with you!" She said aloud.

"The pleasure was all mine Ms Americana, I’m looking forward to working with you again!" He said.

She called her vehicle via remote control, and he walked towards his Lumina, trying not to run to it. He climbed in, and typed Olympus Condominiums in his GPS, selecting the shortest route. He started his car and drove on.