Hometown Showdown

So I was to take on the North American girls. This made sense because I was more readily familiar with that soil.

I flew up above the clouds to get a complete view of the Americas. The beam had nearly put me on par with Blogger and I was so amazed at how much I could take in within a moment. The detail I could make out. Given more time, I'm going to go out and see what this body is made of. At that moment, my hometown was under siege.

She was lithe girl. She couldn't have been more than 17, or 18 years. I felt for these girls now under control with powers and abilities they have no understanding of. Any woman would consider them a gift, but without any control over your own body, I can't imagine. Worse, they have to be stopped and I don't want to hurt them.

She had procured her ground. She was merely protecting what she'd gained. She held the tail end section of the rocket that used to be on display. Though no longer a working part, it still made a deadly missile. NASA employees and children scattered across to a field on the other side of a side road. Local military and police surrounded her. The aliens must have wanted mission control.

I busied myself trying to make sure all the frails were clear. I couldn't have them getting in the way. By the time I got to her the tail section had bowled through a series of patrol cars. Her clothes had been shredded away by the constant barrage of gunfire that was still bearing down on her as I flew above her. She looked out at nothing completely disinterested, even with me. She drew in a deep breath. Men closest to her stumbled forward. I actually found it funny. I couldn't help but watch this young girl totally overpower everyone around her. Despite the firepower and "man"-power around her, there was no doubt who was the dominant force. A young girl barely out of highschool. The look of wonder on the spectators faces made me curious if they looked at me like that.

I snapped out of it, though. It scared me that I was thinking about things like that. I decided not to take the brute force approach that Blogger enjoyed and opened up with a bit of heat vision. Her shoulder danced with sparks as I drew it down her arm. I was floored. She didn't even notice! I made the choice to open up full force, hoping for the best. Hoping it wouldn't kill her.

The blast seared into her naked chest. She noticed. It wasn't the reaction I'd hoped for, however. She merely looked up at me. The look wasn't of pain, or pleasure as it is with Blogger, but the fact that I was a new attacker. I was the most powerful attacker and needed to be destroyed.

She jumped up at me. I simply floated to the side as she slipped past me. She reached out, but I wasn't there. Once at the apex of her jump I flew up to meet her. I flew close to her back and slammed my fists into her shoulders hammering her down to the earth below. Her body impacted clearing a wider circle of debris in every direction. Police and military vehicles were tossed like daisy petals.

I did notice one thing. She had been hurt. I saw the burn marks. She just didn't register the pain, or anything. I immediately had an idea. She got to her feet once more and looked up at me. I was hopeing that her determination would do her in. I was higher in the sky looking down. I lanced out at her with my scolding eyes. She dodge about becoming a blur, I'm sure, to the normal people around us. My gamble paid off. She jumped harder. Her speed made it apparent. Her fist were out front of her blank face. Once agian flew away from her. Her arms flailed to catch me, but without the power of flight, she was an unguided missile. I looked up at her as she continued her rise into the clouds. I followed to make sure she broke orbit. Once in space a put in orbit and left her to attend to the rest.

I handled a couple more like that, but they got smarter. I'll tell you how much smarter next time.

Picking up her mess...

I swear, sometimes I feel like I'm picking up after toddler. I mean, if anything she could be an adult about it. Okay, she was chasing down the original menace, so I'll excuse this one. Next time, though.

Things went fairly smoothly. I cleared the traffic to allow emergency vehicles into the area. They were going to have to do most of the work I got the heavy lifting out of the way, though. I picked up the buildings that managed to stay together. I was amazed at how light they felt. Had physics allowed it, I'm sure one arm would have sufficed. To alleviate the trouble of trying to find a dump spot, I threw most of the rubble into the sky. I was halfway hoping to hit Blogger, but I wasn't aiming. All in all not physically difficult, but still time consuming. I was happy with the new me. I kept worrying about that beam weapon, however. I need to get rid of it, quick.

Once I was finished, I flew up to check on my girl. She looked stunning as always. The sunlight dancing on her skin was breathtaking. I looked out to see the superzombie rocketing toward the sun.

"Was that her?" I asked.

"Yep," she smiled. "Easy as pie!"

I looked at her flushed skin. I wonder how easy it had actually been. I decided not to press the issue. I just pressed into her.

Back to business

I won't bore you with the details. (It'd be too much for you to remember anyway, as Blogger likes to remind everyone.) I will hit some of the highlights, however.

First, my power is amazing! Of course, I've always been more than you will ever be, but to me it's like I've been reborn. I've had no real time to see what I'm able to do, really. I do know that Blogger will have a much tougher time with me in the future. We tussled a bit, as you may remember. She's still a measure stronger, but I think I'm a better fighter. (Don't tell her that, though.) I think our next confrontation will have a much different outcome.

However, at the moment, her help is needed. At first I thought I was facing weaponery beyond my ability to take. The smaller ships had nothing to offer, but the mothership packed enough heat for four or five of me. Not sure how it would hit me now, but being that I had to heal a bit before I could even move last time... I'm not taking chances. I just hope She can take it a bit better than I can.

We visited Blogger's "friend", and I use the term very loosely, at the university to see what we were dealing with. Despite Blogger being unreasonably pushy, I was surprised that he came up with any results, though they were few. I watched Blogger pinch the alien metal in her fingers so easily. There still something so cute about her. She's so fascinated with herself. She almost looks like a little girl when She smiles satisfied each display of Her power. While She spoke with the scientist I snuck over to try and pinch the metal myself. I grimaced a bit, but was able to do it. She looked over her shoulder and I took my hand away not wanting her to see me trying. She looked down at the second, smaller dent. I smiled sheepishly. She smiled smugly, and knowingly. Bitch. Super cute bitch. I slapped her ass as I walked by. The doctor covered his ears moaning. Blogger giggled and continued talking.

We encountered the girl from the farmhouse. The beam had done the same to her as it did to me. Obvious from her strength, she was hit a lot longer. I would have htried to stop her, but I was playing cleanup instead. It sure would have been a lot easier if Blogger would have helped! Her description of how pissed I was doesn't quite cover it. She just stood there! I'm not sure what got her moving, but she finally decided to take some sort of action. Not what I would have done, but effective anyway. Well somewhat effective. Amazingly, she got up!

She was not all there. She was an automoton. Without emotion she was off to her original site. The one she wanted cleared. Once again I was amazed at Blogger's speed. I could just about make her out, but still too fast for a clear picture, as she moved to get in front of the superzombie. What happened next was nothing short of devastating. Even I felt it.

After what I saw, I sure hope the aliens aren't dumb enough to use that beam on Blogger.

More, and more...

Finally! I get to use the PC! Blogger, (she still won't tell me her name) has let me use her computer. There isn't much to tell you really, though. She has it all under wraps, really. Well, except for me!

That beam has made me feel so wonderful! So powerful. So much MORE powerful. Blogger will have her hands full. But, she always has, literally, hehe!