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Scream Queens (Halloween Havoc no. 15)

by Sigma

(Author’s Note: This one stars original characters from my Superia series. Here’s a quick rundown for those unfamiliar.

· Superia: Real name, Naomi Grant.

· Bombshell: Real name, Lea Timu

· Blaze: Real name, Cindy Callum. Fire based powers. Has a choker with a gem called the Scorched Heart that holds an ancient fire deity named Adros

· Mantis: Real name, Veronica Chambers.

· Agent Fox: Head field agent in Delta City for Sentinel, a government agency that works with the heroines

All right. Off we go.)

I

A full moon hung over the air of INN studios as Superia, Bombshell, Mantis, and Blaze walked through the darkened lots.

“The signal is coming from that building,” Mantis pointed to the sound stage she had been leading the team toward while holding the receiver in her other hand.

“So who is this guy again?” Superia asked.

“Mr. Marquee,” Bombshell explain. “He carries out crimes based on movies he directed.”

“Anything I’d have seen?”

“No,” Mantis answered. “He mostly made low-budget crap or obscure, pretentious arthouse stuff that no one really likes. You know, the kind of stuff only sweaty nerds with VCR collections watch.”

“Some of his movies aren’t bad, actually,” Blaze said. “Like, he made this movie about a young guy traveling around France chasing after the love of his life…”

“Gag!” Superia said out loud, to Bombshell’s snickering. “Let me guess, it was in black and white and everyone was hot and smoked and stared at each other longingly.”

“...Not everyone smoked…” Blaze said sheepishly.

“Ugh, I’ll beat him up just based on that,” Superia said. “Call me when makes something about killer robots.”

“Oh! Actually, he…” Before Blaze could say anything, Mantis held up a fist for them to be quiet. They reached the sound stage. She turned to Bombshell and nodded, and the big woman stepped forward, cracking her knuckles. She then pulled a fist back and punched in the door to the building, allowing the four heroines to walk inside. It was completely dark until Blaze created a flame on her palm and lit the way.

Before long, lights came on and the four found themselves in a makeshift movie theater, with rows of empty seats and a giant screen at the other end of the room. In front of the screen stood a middle aged man with thinning hair. He wore a plain suit and bowtie, and had a smile on his face when he saw the heroines. “Good evening, ladies. You’re just in time for the show to begin.”

“Cut the shit, Marquee,” Bombshell said. “We’re here to shut down that mind control broadcast you’re running. Tell us where it is and you can keep all your teeth.”

“So good to see you, Bombshell,” Mr. Marquee said, unphased by the the threat. “And Mantis, and the lovely Ms. Callum. We simply must make a movie together dear. I’m a fan of your work.’

“Awww,” Blaze blushed. “Ow!” she jumped when Superia punched her arm.

“Ah, I heard your team had a new member,” Marquee said, looking at Superia. “Welcome.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Mantis said. “Let’s do this painlessly, Marquee. We have more important things to do.”

“I don’t think so ladies. I have a new premier that’s about to begin,” he indicated at the screen behind him. “It’s to die for,” he laughed and clapped his hands.

The heroines then turned around when they heard a projector turn on behind them. Blaze clutched at the Scorched Heart around her neck and then her eyes went wide with panic. “Oh shit! Guys, that projector! Adros says don’t...!” but everything suddenly went white before she could finish.

II

Cindy jolted awake and sat up. “What…?” she scanned her surroundings and found herself in the living room of a rustic log cabin, the only light being provided by a few candles and the moonlight coming in through the windows. She looked around closely. “Where the hell am I? Guys?” she called out for the others and received no answer. She swung her long legs over the side of the couch she was sitting on and looked at her body. Instead of her red bikini top and skirt, she wore a tight t-shirt that barely contained her tits and a pair of running shorts that barely covered her ass and thighs.

“Adros, what happened? Why did you say not to look at that projector?” She asked, only to be met with silence. “Adros?” she touched her neck where the Scorched Heart should have been on her choker and her heart skipped a beat when she realized her neck was bare. “Oh no. Oooh no, no, no…” she snapped her fingers and tried to conjure flame, but nothing happened. “Oooooh no! I think I’m in one of Marquee’s movies...” she said, jumping up. “But...which one? Crap!” she ran to the window of the cabin and looked out, seeing only trees and shadowy woods surrounding her.

She then nearly jumped out of her pale skin when she saw a face staring back at her from the other side of the window.

“AH! SHIT!” She screamed.

Naomi was only the other side, grinning and waving.

“Oh, my god…” Cindy took a deep breath. On the other side, Naomi pointed to the door and mouthed something. Cindy walked over and opened it to find not only Naomi, but Lea and Veronica too, all of them in their normal clothing. They all carried bags with them: Shopping bags, backpacks, luggage, and they each came in after Cindy opened the door.

“Haha, I got you, Red,” Naomi grinned as the others begin putting their bags down. “Sorry we’re late. We got turned around because fucking Lea can’t follow directions.”

“Fuck off,” Lea said, grabbing a six pack of beer from one of the bags. “You said turn left at that creepy-ass old lab, so I did. It was right.”

“I said right!”

“Bullshit,” Lea said, throwing Naomi a beer, which she cracked open.

“Wait…” Cindy said, watching Naomi. “You don’t drink.”

Naomi looked at Cindy and then the others. “What the hell are you talking about, Red? Of course I do!”

Cindy looked to the others for backup, but they just stared back at her like she was crazy. She then paused and stepped back. “Okay...where are we?”

Lea and Veronica glanced at each other and then at Cindy.

“Umm...we’re at the cabin we rented, so we could come up here and hang out for the long weekend,” Veronica said. “It was your idea, Cindy.”

“This is going to sound like a ridiculous question but, how do we know each other?” Cindy asked.

“We all work together,” Lea said. “And we all went to college together before that. The hell is wrong with you?”

“...I didn’t go to college at all…” Cindy uttered to herself. She wandered back the the window and looked out into the woods again. “What fucking movie is this…?” She uttered to herself. “You said something about passing an old lab earlier?” she asked.

“Yeah, the old bioengineering lab up the road. It’s been closed for years,” Veronica said. “Some kind of accident killed a bunch of female researchers or something. It felt weird, too, because I swear I saw someone walking around the building when we passed it.”

“Probably just some weirdo hillbillies,” Lea said.

“Uggh...none of this sounds familiar!” Cindy said to herself.

“Red,” Naomi said, putting an arm around Cindy’s shoulder. “I don’t know what the hell’s gotten into you, but I know what you need to get into you,” she said, pulling Cindy away and to a bag on the table. She opened it and rifled around inside until she found a small bag of weed. She then pulled up another, filled with small pink tabs of Bliss. “Pick your poison,” Naomi said with a grin.

“No...I...no, that’s not a good idea,” Cindy said. “Guys, listen, you’re all gonna think I’m crazy, but something isn’t right here. We’re not supposed to be here, wherever here is.”

“What are you talking about?” Veronica asked. She crossed one shapely leg over the other and slid the the simple green sweater she wore off, revealing a tight button down blouse underneath. “We all took off work to spend time together this weekend after you suggested. Now you aren’t in the mood?”

“No, it’s not...look, we aren’t co-workers...or, we are...but...guys, we’re superheroes, not a bunch of college buddies,” Cindy explained. 

“Super…” Lea blinked. “Cin, did you start without us?” She laughed. “Jesus Christ, well, we gotta catch up, ladies,” she said.

“Waaay ahead of you,” Naomi said, pulling a bong from one bag and beginning to pack it. “Just you wait, Red. We may not be superheroes, but one hit of this shit here and you’ll be flying high anyway.”

Veronica stood up, stretching her back by poking her chest out and moaning softly. “That car ride left me stiff. Give me one of those Bliss tabs.”

Naomi tossed her the bag before she continued packing the bong.

Cindy collapsed onto the couch holding her head. “We are so screwed…”

***

Hours later, evening passed into the dead of night, but the cabin was alive with activity. Cindy stared at empty beer cans and turned over shot glasses. The air reeked of weed smoke. She gripped her red hair in despair. Music blared through a small, portable speaker, some kind of upbeat dance music. Veronica was on top of the table in her bra and panties, keeping with the beat. Her curves jiggled, her dark hair flowed as she waved her arms and moved her feet. Lea stood up from the couch, her healthy, brown curves contained by her sports bra and tight shorts. She got on the table and put her hands on Veronica’s hips, dancing with her as the two of them pressed their foreheads together. Lea stuck out her tongue and Cindy saw something small and pink on the tip. The two kissed and Lea passed Veronica another Bliss tablet, her third one of the night.

Even in her despair, Cindy couldn’t look away. Her own nipples poked at the inside of her tank top and her own fingers teased at the edge of her shorts, slipping in between her legs. She watched the two strong, athletic bodies in front of her intertwine and let out a light gasp as her fingertips brushed against her lower lips. Before she could go any further, she snapped to attention when a sudden realization hit her. Cindy stood up and looked around the room as her two friends kept dancing. “Where’s Naomi?”

***

Naomi held up a lighter to illuminate the dark of the cabin’s basement, a low-ceiling, wide space covered in dust and littered with random clutter. “Gotta be some old liquor or something stored down here,” she said to herself looking around. All she found were random bookshelves covered in cobwebs, chairs with sheets over them, and the occasional decaying framed picture. “Shit,” she uttered.

She then spun when she thought she heard something moving behind her. “Red? Lea? V?” she called out, only to go unanswered. She looked at the stairs that led back up, shrugged, and turned back around only to pause when she noticed thin slivers of light. She approached and as she got closer, she realized she was looking at the cracks of a door with light seeping through.

She then paused when there was a hiss and the door begin to open. The door slid to the side and giant of a man filled the door frame.

“Shit...shit, shit, shit!” Naomi screamed and turned to run back upstairs. Something grabbed her by her ankle and made her fall face first to the ground. “Fuck! FUUUUUUCK!” she screamed as it dragged her back to the door.

***

“Guys,” Cindy pat Lea and Veronica’s naked thighs while they danced on the table. “Guys!”

They both shot her annoyed glances.

“Naomi’s not in the bathroom and she isn’t in the bedrooms or on the front porch either. Help me look for her.”

Lea sighed and rolled her eyes before smacking Veronica on the ass and jumping down. She then grabbed the smaller Veronica by her waist and lowered her to the floor. “We’re supposed to be here to let loose for the weekend, Cin.”

“I know, but...I’m worried. Please, just help me look. She might have wandered outside. You saw how drunk she got. She could get hurt.”

Bombshell sighed and shook her head.

“All right, let’s get dressed and go find her,” Veronica said.

All three then heard a creak and turned when the basement door opened and Naomi stepped out, slowly.

“This place has a basement?” Cindy asked, confused.

Naomi stepped toward them. Her clothes were torn to shreds and what little was left didn’t do anything to cover the curves of her body. Her skin, usually a healthy tan, was noticeably pale with thick, pronounced veins. When she looked up, her eyes were black. The other three women gasped and stepped back and Lea got in front of Veronica and Cindy. “The hell happened to you?”

Naomi didn’t answer. She only grinned at Lea before lunging at her. The room flew into chaos as Lea was caught by surprise and Naomi tackled her to the floor and they wrestled. Despite Lea’s height and weight advantage, Naomi overpowered her and pinned her down.

“Naomi, what the fuck?!” Lea screamed, trying to break free. They struggled for a few more seconds before Naomi opened her mouth and expelled a wave of tiny, silver spider-like creatures. Lea screamed out of reflex and the creatures fell on her face, neck, and chest. They crawled all over the curves of her tits, many of them finding their way to her open mouth and forcing their way down her throat.

Cindy and Veronica let out a collective scream and went to go help Lea when Naomi turned on them with her black gaze.

“You two are next!” Naomi promised with a maniacal grin, many of the spiders crawling across her teeth, face, and jaw. She then lunged at them, running on all fours like an animal, and the two women cried out. Cindy grabbed Veronica’s wrist and pulled her away and to the safety of one of the bedrooms.

They bolted across the living room and Cindy made it to the bedroom door before she felt Veronica’s hand pulled from hers.

“Cindy! Help!” Veronica cried and reached out as Naomi pulled her away. Cindy stared, frozen in horror, and was only compelled to move when Naomi climbed over Veronica and came at her. Cindy got to the bedroom door just in time, and slammed it shut just as she saw Lea slowly rise and stand over a terrified Veronica.

When Cindy closed the door, she heard Naomi slam into it on the other side. She locked the room’s deadbolt and slid down to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest as Naomi pounded on the other side.

“Ciiiindy….let me iiiin,” Naomi called to her.

Cindy tried to catch her breath when she felt something on her arm. She jumped and screamed, smacking the small spider and crushing it under her palm. She then picked up the flattened insect and looked at it, realizing it was made of metal. “Oh fuck….Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I know what movie this is! Fuuuuck!”

“Lea...stop! Please!” Cindy could hear Veronica yelling. It took her a moment to realize it wasn’t coming from the other side of the door. Instead, it was coming from outside the cabin, directly outside the bedroom window. Cindy swallowed a lump in her throat, knowing what she was about to see, and walked over to the window.

Veronica ran through the woods, the pale skin of her naked body illuminated by the moonlight. She yelped as she tripped, and when she tried to get up, Lea ran up and grabbed her by the dark locks of her hair. Like Naomi, Lea’s eyes were pitch black and thick veins marked her brown skin. She looked down at Veronica, who crawled back with a look of terror in her eyes. Lea got down and pinned Veronica to the ground, straddling her waist with her thick legs. Cindy noted a shadow moving through the woods toward them, a hulk of a man, with broad shoulders and a slow, lumbering gait. When he stepped into the moonlight, Cindy covered her mouth to suppress the sound she was about to make. It was who she thought.

His eyes and nose were covered by a thick, solid metal plate. A long tongue slipped out of his scarred jaw and licked at the rows of razor-like teeth in his mouth. His body was covered in metal plates just like the one on his head, but they were fused with his skin, and in between his muscular legs was a thick metal penis about 10 inches long.

Veronica looked at this metal-clad horror and her screamed echoed off the trees as Lea picked her by her hair and threw her down so she was on her knees in front of him. The newcomer then shoved that metal cock into Veronica’s mouth, and the appendage pumped back and forth like a piston. Lea held Veronica’s arms and laughed, and Veronica moaned and cried out, helpless to escape as she was violated.

“Roni…” Cindy whimpered and watched helplessly.

“Boo!”

Cindy couldn’t keep the scream as Naomi popped up on the other side of the window, grinning at her and staring with those black eyes. Cindy crawled back on the ground and Naomi jumped through the window, shattering it and landing on her hands and knees. She grinned and licked her cracked lips while crawling toward Cindy.

“Naomi! I know what’s happened!” Cindy continued putting space between them. “Marquee put us in one of his movies. It’s called The Penetrator. That...that thing out there with Lea and Roni, that’s the Penetrator!”

“Cool story, Red. You know what I always wondered?” Naomi giggled. Cindy said nothing and Naomi continued toward her. “I always wondered, you being a redhead and all, is your cunt spicy?”

Cindy reached the door and stood up slowly, she reached back and undid the deadbolt and then grabbed the handle.

“Let me have a taste and find out,” Naomi said, lapping her tongue at the air. She shifted her lithe body as she prepared to pounce on Cindy. Naomi was all lean menace, with her arms tense and ass in the air. Her tits hung freely and she licked her lips again, never taking her eyes off Cindy.

Cindy moved the handle and cracked the door.

“Gimme that pussy, fire crotch!” Naomi yelled and lunged. Cindy screamed and ran through the door, smacking Naomi in the head with it in her escape. She bolted through the living room, heading for the front door at first before remembering Lea and The Penetrator were outside. They had Veronica now, too, so Cindy was all alone. Suddenly, she remembered what she saw of the movie and ran to the basement door.

“That fucking hurt, Red!”

Cindy turned to see Naomi in the doorway of the bedroom with a big red welt on her forehead. The front door burst off its hinges and The Penetrator ducked to get through the frame and then looked at Cindy, licking his teeth. His metal cock stood tall, dripping with thick white liquid. Lea came in behind him with a grin on her face and Veronica entered last, with the same black eyes, pale skin, and prominent veins as Naomi.

“Don’t run…” Naomi said, walking toward her slowly. “You’ll just be tired for the gang bang,” she taunted.

Cindy turned and ran into the basement, slamming the door behind her and practically jumping down the stairs. With all of her might, she bolted across the basement to the doorway at the other end, where white light flooded into the basement. She crossed the threshold and into a long, narrow hallway drowning in fluorescent light, a secret tunnel that led to the abandoned laboratory down the road.

“Just like in the movie…” Cindy said. She heard the basement door open and several sets of footsteps and kept running. A few more dozen feet and Cindy heard maniacal laughter followed by footsteps in the tunnel behind her. When she eventually made it to the end of the tunnel, she charged through the door and into a room marked by rows of laboratory workstations, cabinets, and locked supply closets. She slammed the door shut and moved a heavy table in front of it.

“Come on, come on!” Cindy said, looking through the cabinets for something she hoped would be there. She could heard the footsteps on the other side of the door. Before long she heard heavy pounding against the door, and the table she set up as a barricade shifted with the repeated hitting. Cindy pulled her attention away and continued looking through the cabinets until she found what she was looking for, a massive glass container of chloroform. She looked at another container next to it. The label read Chlorine triflouride. She had no idea what it meant, but the warning pictogram that said it was flammable was good enough. She grabbed that too.

Just then, the banging got louder, the table slid across the floor and the door flew open.

“Ciiiiindy. Dear, sweet, luscious Cindy. Where have you gone to, my delicious little ginger?” Naomi said, stalking into the room. Cindy had ducked under one of the workstations and listened closely for their footsteps. She heard three sets of steps, and worked out that they were all the soft flesh of bare feet on the cold lab floor. It was just Naomi, Veronica, and Lea. The Penetrator must have still been in the tunnel. Cindy looked at the bottle of chloroform in her hand and then cursed at herself quietly for not having a rag. With no other option, she ripped her tank top, and her unrestrained tits spilled down as she soaked the torn piece of her shirt and waited.

The three of them spread out and one set of footsteps was close. After a few more seconds, Cindy saw a pair of brown feet on thick legs. Cindy took a deep breath. “Sorry, Lea,” she said as she jumped out from under the workstation and leapt onto the big woman’s back, clamping the soaked rag around her mag. Lea jumped in surprise and thrashed around as Cindy held on for dear life. She could feel Lea growing weaker and, before long, she went limp in Cindy’s arms and fell over with a very audible thud.

Cindy fell with her and was nearly pinned under her naked bulk, but managed to move out of the way just in time. Just as she scrambled to her feet, she found herself face to face with Veronica, standing right behind her. She screamed when her friend took a swipe at her and stepped back. Veronica kept running at her and Cindy ducked when she tried to grab her. Cindy then yelled and ran at Veronica, hoping the sudden move would confuse her. It worked. Veronica paused, bewildered as Cindy ran and tackled her to the floor. Cindy straddled her waist, squeezing it with her thighs and Veronica scratched and thrashed, trying to get her attacker off.

“Stop it, Roni!” Cindy said, pawing at her body. She grabbed one of Veronica’s naked tits and squeezed hard, making her cry out in pain, and when she did, Cindy shoved the chloroform-soaked rag in her face and Veronica breathed the fumes in out reflex. Before long, she fell unconscious right under Cindy. Cindy exhaled and got off of her.

“That was hot, Cin.”

Cindy’s blood ran cold as she turned around and found Naomi perched on a table, grinning at her. Cindy looked to her left and saw the bottle of chloroform still under the table and backed toward it while Naomi jumped down and crawled to her.

“Man, look at those tits…” Naomi taunted. “You’ve got me all wet, Cindy.”

“Naomi, don’t make me fight you…” Cindy said, edging toward the bottle.

“Oh, I want a fight. I want you to struggle, scream, and scratch as I do whatever I want to you,” Naomi said. She cupped her own left tit and looked Cindy up and down. “It’s just gonna make it that much sweeter.” 

Cindy reached back behind her and grabbed the bottle, but Naomi was on her with lightning speed. Naomi pinned her down, holding her by the wrists as she sat on Cindy’s stomach. Naomi’s tongue snaked out of her mouth, crawling with a small, robotic spiders, and she leaned in, licking Cindy’s naked tits. Cindy moaned, feeling the spiders crawl all over her body while Naomi held her down. Naomi lightly nipped at Cindy’s skin, leaving welts all over her chest and tits. She then licked her between her globes, staring the captive Cindy in the eye the hole time and chuckling. At the same time, Naomi used her legs to part Cindy’s and she moved a hand, crawling with the small spiders, down her body.

“I think I’ll slide a few up that tight little snatch,” Naomi said. “Give you a few dozen orgasms before they start taking over. Sound good?” Her hand moved down Cindy’s side and slid down the simple panties she was wearing. Naomi teased the lips of her pussy with the tips of her finger, and Cindy could feel the tiny machines crawling across her labia. One rested on her clit and began vibrating, and Cindy let out an involuntary shriek as Naomi laughed. Cindy’s hand tightened around the bottle of chloroform  and she mustered enough strength to shake off Naomi’s one hand.

Naomi was caught by surprise and fell forward enough for Cindy to smash the glass container across her head. Naomi rolled off, holding her head and cursing, and then her whole body tensed as Cindy put the rag across her mouth. Naomi moaned under the rag, trying to wrestle Cindy off of her. She reached back with her hand, trying to force her fingers into Cindy’s pussy. With her other hand, grabbed Cindy’s arm and dug her nails in, but Cindy didn’t give up. She pressed her tits into the skin of Naomi’s back, shifted her legs to keep Naomi from fingering her, and tightened her grip, forcing Naomi to breathe in the sedative. Naomi soon went limp in her arms and Cindy paused for several moments before laying her gently on the floor.

“Fuck…” Cindy sighed, looking at her three unconscious, naked friends. She looked down, screamed, and plucked some of the tiny robots from her thighs and mound, and threw them down before stomping on them. She then froze when she heard heavy footsteps behind her. She looked back to see the Penetrator walking toward her, tongue hanging from mouth and metal cock fully erect and already pumping. Cindy looked down at the other bottle, the Chlorine triflouride, and grabbed it before looking at a Bunsen burner on a distant lab table.

“Come on, limp dick!” Cindy taunted before running when the Penetrator began charging toward her. She put some distance between her and the metal monstrosity, leaping over the table she ran to and turning on the gas so the burner ignited. Before her feet hit the floor, a cold hand grabbed her hair and pulled her back across the table. The Penetrator threw her to the ground and yanked her up by her hair, bringing her face inches from his pistoning metal penis. More of the robot spiders crawled across its surface, with several crawling out from the opening. She pushed back, keeping her mouth closed and face away from the appendage, but the Penetrator forced her head closer and grabbed her by the jaw, making her open her mouth to receive him. She tightened her hold on the glass container and threw it upward, splashing its contents on the Penetrator’s upper body.

The cyborg staggered back in confusion and let go of Cindy’s hair and she took the opening to dive across the table, her tits rubbing against the polished surface. She grabbed the Bunsen burner and rolled over before throwing it at the Penetrator. The flame caught the liquid and the cyborg went up in an inferno and stumbled back, waving its arms in a futile attempt to extinguish the flames. Before long, he collapsed into a smoldering heap.

Cindy let out a deep exhale and lay back on the table. Her tits heaved with her breathing and she buried her face in her palms. “Un-fucking-believable…”. She then heard a shrill, high-pitched beep and opened her eyes just in time for the lab’s sprinklers to go off and rain down on her, soaking her exposed, bruised curves and what little was left of her clothes.

“Get me out of here…” she uttered, exhausted just as everything went white.

III

When the light died down, Cindy was back on the sound stage in her costume. She rubbed her neck and found the Scorched Heart on her choker. She looked around and Superia, Mantis, and Bombshell were all there too, looks of confusion on her face.

“Okay…” Mantis said. “What the fuck was that?” 

“I had spiders...in.my.fucking.mouth!” Bombshell growled.

Superia fondled her own face. “I think we’re back to normal, thanks to Red,” she said, turning to Blaze.  “Sorry about the whole ‘going Exorcist on you’ thing, guys,” she said to the others. “Now...where’s that balding little shit?”

All four heroines turned to the stage, where Mr. Marquee stood with a nervous look on his face. He stepped back, waving.

“Now...ladies...let’s not be too hasty…Violence is abhorrent after all.”

They approached the stage and Marquee tried to run, only for Mantis to bolt toward the stage and lock him in a sleeper hold. With next to no effort, she dragged him off the stage and back to the others, throwing him down while everyone else surrounded him.

“Hey Red,” Superia said.

“Hmm?” Blaze asked.

“Thanks for saving our asses. Go ahead and call Fox to come pick this prick up, before Bombshell and I start using him as volley ball.”

Marquee whimpered as Bombshell picked him up by the collar and lifted him with one hand. “I don’t know...I think we should anyway.” She then grinned. “I’ll serve.”

***

Some time later, Agent Fox stood with the four heroines and watched as armed Sentinel soldiers loaded a bruised and beaten Mr. Marquee into the back of one of their transports. Bombshell and Mantis stood close by to keep watch.

“Did you have to beat him so badly?” Fox asked.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Superia asked.

Fox looked down at her costume, a skimpy fairy outfit that showed off her legs and cleavage, and then looked back at Superia. “It’s Halloween. We were barhopping when you called,” she said, showing Naomi a bright orange wristband.

Superia rolled her eyes. “So, Red, how come you were the only one aware when he trapped us?”

Blaze shrugged. “I had seen the movie before so I was aware of it on an unconcious level. That’s what Adros said, anyway” she said, thumbing her choker.

“Makes sense,” Fox said. “Altered realities work best if the subject is unaware there’s something wrong with their environment. I’ve actually seen The Penetrator, too. Pretty ridiculous premise: a sentient sex toy fuses with a scientist and goes on a raping spree? Come oooon.”

“Really, Fox? All the shit we see, and you think that’s outlandish?” Superia scoffed.

“Agent Fox,” one of the soldiers approached. “What should we do with this?” he asked, holding up the projector.

“That thing has to have some magical properties. Marquee doesn’t mess with magic, so we need to find out where he got it,” Fox said. “Bag it and send it forensics.”

“Yes ma’am. I wonder if it still works when it isn’t unplugged…” the soldier said, pressing a button.

“No, don’t touch that!” Superia, Blaze, and Fox all said at the same time.

Everything then went white.

***

Superia groaned and sat up, finding herself in a crumbling city street under a gray sky. She stood and looked around to see bombed out buildings. Gunfire rattled in the distance. She looked down to see herself wearing a leather bra and shorts with combat boots, with a gun on her hip and another, bigger one strapped to her back.

“What the fuck…?”

“Naomi!”

She looked up to see Cindy running toward, dressed similarly and holding a rifle.

“There you are! I was worried we lost you in that last barrage.”

“Cin? Shit...we’re back in the projector. This looks familiar. What movie is this?”

“Movie?” Cindy blinked. “Did you hit your head? Come on, we have to go meet Commander Fox.”

Cindy grabbed her hand to lead her away when something crashed into the ground behind them. They turned to see a hulking robot, covered in guns with menacing, glowing red eyes looking down at them.

“Shit!” Cindy said, grabbing her gun. “Meeting’s gonna have to wait.”

Naomi’s face lit up. “This is Robo-wars 3! Holy shit, I love this movie! Best fucking one in the series!” She beamed, shaking Cindy excitedly.

“Naomi!” Cindy pushed her back. “What’s gotten into you?! That’s a…”

“Goliath, I know!” Naomi grinned and grabbed the gun from her back. “Come on, Red. Let’s scrap this fucker!” she said while raising the gun just as the giant robot started firing at them.

The End