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by Androidus
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The storm was a freak. It had appeared out of nowhere and, according to the NY Meteorological office, wasn't even here now - showing no sign on their satellite readings. Nevertheless, here it was. It seemed to hover over just one city block...in fact, it was barely the size of a whole block, difficult to ascertain from the street below, but probably more the size of a baseball ground.
A crack of thunder followed by a bolt of lightning sent the few locals brave enough to be out in such weird conditions scurrying into their homes, leaving the street virtually deserted.
The lightning struck a conductor atop one of the taller buildings and it grounded itself in the alleyway, creating sparks, burning garbage left behind and sending a cloud of acrid black smoke down the length of the alley. As the smoke started to thin out, a black clad figure walked slowly out from the alley, a long cloak billowing behind. The figure stopped and surveyed the surroundings. The figure was obviously a man, but his features were hidden by the shadowy recess of his hood. As the black robed figure looked across the busy street his gaze fell on the tallest building in the city. Eyeing it for a second, he walked into the road and towards the building, disappearing into the night...
Rebecca Edwards was still awake. It was now 3a.m. in the morning and she was restless. For some reason, she had been woken from her sleep in a pool of sweat, as though she'd had a nightmare, but she couldn't think of anything that had worried or frightened her. As she stood in the kitchen in her white satin nightgown, Becca made herself some hot chocolate and flipped on the t.v. set, settling down to watch some late night news...that usually sent her off to sleep. The bulletin was in mid flow, but from what Becca could piece together, there had been a freak storm blow up out of nowhere across town which disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared. Meteorologists had no explanation as to why it had not appeared on their satellite screens, putting it down as a 'Freak of nature'. Becca wondered if her restlessness was linked in some way to the weird weather conditions...she doubted it really, but otherwise was drawing a blank.
As the news continued, Becca noticed in the background, behind the reporter, the charred wall of the alleyway where the lightning struck. She put her mug in the dishwasher and opened her costume compartment, intrigued now and wide awake. In a matter of seconds she was out of her window and off across the street.
Inside the building there was a strange sense of something impending. Everybody could feel a kind of electricity in the air, people's hairs stood up on the back of their necks and they looked to each other to see if they were all experiencing the same thing. If Androidus was feeling it too, he didn't show it. He stood in the centre of his operations room flanked by staff at their monitors, staring at the door, waiting.
Normally, Androidus was not a man to be kept waiting by anybody - anybody showing him such low regard usually ended up in a river or in the foundations on a building site. However, this guest was a different ball game. The doors flung wide and in the doorway stood the cloaked figure in black. Everybody's head turned and people did a 'double take', thinking they'd just seen the clip from "Star wars" where Darth Maul appears...for real, though.
"Welcome, welcome, my friend! Would you please join us?" Androidus extended his hand as a gesture to the figure to enter. "You are Androidus," The figure said, neither questioningly nor threateningly. It was more of a statement. "That is correct. Please, can I get you something to drink?" Androidus, though not as anxious as his staff, was definitely uncertain how to go about dealing with the stranger. "You sought me out...I am here." The figure's face still managed to be in shadow, even in the bright office lighting of the operations room.
Androidus motioned his guest through to his private room and closed the door behind them. "I cannot begin to thank you for agreeing to help us at such short notice," Androidus began, when he noticed the figure's gaze turn to the window. "You risk much calling on such as I," The figure said. "You are a man with much..." "Yes, and fortunately a man with the kind of links that could set me up a meeting with your good self -" " - Your choice of 'good' is poor, in this instance, is it not? Do you not require that I aid you in an elimination...Is this 'good'"? The figure was looking back at Androidus now, and deep within the darkness of his hood, two red eyes glowed dully.
"Well, that would depend on where one would stand regarding how one felt about murdering "Flaxen". Androidus' cold reply was almost as chilling as the outward demeanor of the stranger himself. "The Warlock stands neither for good or bad, as you would call it. He merely does the bidding of 'The Elders'". Androidus had been supremely fortunate. In having been instrumental in saving one of these 'Elders' from angry witch doctors months ago whilst in Africa (not out of heroism, but knowing it would benefit him later), the 'Elder' agreed to help him dispose of a problem in his own country. The Warlock cared not for morality or even mortal kind per se. He simply served.
"And the 'Elders' have asked you to help me?" He inquired, already knowing the answer but wishing to hear it all the same. "I am here." Was the reply. "I want you to murder Flaxen for me, using your sorcerers skills. Kill her in as gruesome a way as you want, but I want her dead!" "The woman you speak of investigates my appearence as we speak. She is tenacious." "...Just kill the bitch..."Androidus hissed.
As Rebecca cautiously walked down the alley, she noticed the lightning strike up on the wall at the end, slightly above her head. Looking around, she found a small wooden crate and placed it against the wall, beneath the charring, and climbed up to take a closer look.
Stood on the box with her back to the street, Flaxen didn't notice the dark van as it silently backed down the alley quietly towards her.
'Hmmm, this scoring in the wall is like no lightning damage I've ever seen before...' She thought to herself, stepping up onto her tip toes to try to get a better look. The van closed in on Becca, bearing down on her from behind. From out of nowhere, a thick bar materialised across the back doors, at Becca's midriff level...
'Idon't understand this,' Becca thought to herself. 'These marks seem to be caused by something sulphuric, like they were burned into the wall by sulphur - not by an electric discharge...' A sound behind her made her turn her whole body around, ready to face whatever could be sneaking up on her. When she saw the van just inches away and now too close to avoid, she let out a shout to the driver.
"Hey! Hey, there's somebody back here!" she smacked her palms on the doors as the metal bar pressed into her belly, pinning Rebecca between it and the wall. Startled at her predicament, Becca started to struggle, unfortunately kicking the crate away from beneath her, leaving he dangling at the waist, her legs stretching out, spreading wide, trying anything to help get her free.
"Hey!! Stop the van!!" She yelled, staring through the back windows. Suddenly Becca felt an icy chill run down her back as she realized the van was driverless! 'There's no driver!' She thought in a panic. 'But how can that be, unless...it's a TRAP!' Becca tried to push the weight of the van back up the slight incline, but realised that it wasn't in neutral, but was actually, slowly continuing to press into her! The thought panicked her into a state of writhing terror, her eyes wide with fear. "Oh my God..!" Rebecca Edwards mouthed in terrified silence. "...I'll be CRUSHED - CRUSHED TO DEATH!!" The van slowly squashed the wriggling heroine between it and the brick wall, squeezing her tighter than she'd ever been squeezed before. Crushing the breath out of her and terrifying her beyond reason. "NO....! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Becca moaned and gasped, throwing her lovely hair back and forth with each sensual yet feverishly frightened struggle.....
Becca convulsed in terror, throwing her body around in a futile attempt to struggle free from her impending, premature death. Nobody heard her screams - or if they did they totally ignored her. Becca could see clean through the van, through the windscreen and up the alley. Passers-by did not look down, didn't see the van, didn't hear her...it was as though a screen blanked out her peril from any prying eyes.
Becca felt her body caving slowly in. She was trapped. She gazed down at her doomed, costumed body, at her bulging breasts, her stretching legs...at her tights...her boots...
"..I've been asking for this..." She gasped to herself quietly. " ...Dressed like this of course I'm going to wind up in serious peril!" She struggled for breath as her delicate fingers clawed ineffectually at the van doors, no longer trying to push the van away....her strength was all gone.
Gasping, moaning and about to die, Rebecca looked around feverishly for some last second hope of rescue....she saw none....
"Is she dead yet...?"Androidus asked.
The Warlock's eyes glowed within the hood of his cloak, at first a quiet, muted red, until they blazed a deep fiery red.
"The woman clings on desperately to life, but I feel her...." The Warlock whispered.
Androidus wished he could be in on this now, feeling Rebecca's feelings...thinking her thoughts.
"....She is spent....I sense her terror...." The Warlock continued.
"Good! Terrify her by all means," Androidus affirmed. "Take your time and torture her, but just make certain that you crush the life out of her soon - I want that interfering bitch destroyed!"
"She panics now..." The Warlock commented. "....Frenzy is closely followed by death..."
"...Excellent..." Androidus grinned, lighting himself a cigar.
".....No...! Th-this isn't h-happening t-to me... UUNNNNNHHHHH!! I-I can't do a th-thing...to s-stop this...HELP! HHHHEEELLLPP!!"
Becca could still feel the van pressing into her, crushing her still tighter...soon her navel would be pressing against her spine, her insides would be squished to mush and she would die.
But at the very instant she was to have been snuffed out of existence, fate lent a hand. The red brick wall behind her suddenly caved in, weakened by the lightning strike earlier. Becca found herself suddenly thrown into the building and under the accelerating van, it's wheels missing her as it crashed into the far wall and died.
Dazed, exhausted and in considerable pain, Becca struggled to her feet and walked feebly to the hole in the wall...only to find herself suddenly unable to move.
"I'm afraid you have merely postponed the inevitable, young woman." The voice behind her startling her, having appeared out of nowhere. Becca felt herself being turned around to face her would-be attacker....turned around by an invisible force. Her whole body felt as though it was wrapped in an unseen band of coils.
"You fought well, woman..." The Warlock said.
"..I-I didn't want to die..."Becca replied, her voice shaking with fear.
"...I s-still don't. Please, whatever I've done to --" She began to beg, but Warlock outstretched his hands and Becca was drawn towards them by the same unseen force. In moments, the Warlock held her frightened, quivering body in arms bigger than Schwarzennegger's. Becca managed to prise her arms free, placing her hands to his shoulders. The Warlock observed this coldly.
"....That will not save you." Came the chilling words.
"....Please, haven't you done enough to me..." Becca pleaded into his hood, into the brooding black recess and the glowing red eyes. She wriggled against him, her feet inches from the floor, a feeling of doomed certainty about what was to come raged through her body. Becca knew this adversary was in a totally different league to her...She believed she was about to be murdered by somebody too powerful to fight with normal physical means. She realized her could kill her at any moment....easily.
"You are beautiful," The Warlock began. "I am truly sorry." Becca sensed it was coming.
".........Please........." She mouthed.
The bear hug was incredibly tight and in an instant, Becca had gone from just dangling helpless in his arms to throwing her torso backwards, stretching, kicking thin air, twisting spastically, her head right back screaming at the ceiling. Her gnarled fingers clutched uselessly at massive arms, her seductive legs flailing, writhing, bending and stretching ( A fetish film maker would die for footage like that ).
".....NoooooooOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!!" She gasped, squealing for her life.
The Warlock simply continued squeezing her to his chest.
"Goodbye, woman..." He hissed.
".....GGNNNNNNNYYYYYUUUUUUHHHHHHH!!!" Becca gasped, doubling over backwards, her body crushed of all it's energy, her arms dangling limply out wide from her sides. She began to hear a ringing...a distant buzzing in her ears.
"Seconds to live, Flaxen." Whispered the Warlock.
Becca was helpless. She couldn't move. She couldn't breathe. She was utterly defenceless to protect herself. Her shuddering gasps increased the danger of her breasts bursting out from her tight costume.
"....Please.....somebody....save me........" She pleaded silently to herself, unable to utter a sound. She felt a sudden, powerful, almighty 'Crunch' and her whole world went black.
The buzzing of the alarm woke Becca. She looked around with a start, spilling the hot chocolate all over her silky thighs, making her jump, since now it was stone cold.
Turning off the alarm, Becca ran her hands through her hair and threw herself backwards onto her couch. She ran her hands down her entire body, concentrating particularly on her midriff. She was alive. She inhaled deeply, watching her fabulous bust heave under her night dress then she exhaled slowly. She looked at the time...It was 3 a.m. and time for Flaxen to do her 'rounds'. Flipping on the t.v. as she fished out her costume, relieved that it had all been a bad dream.
The reporter was still talking about the freak storm and the same alleyway was in the background as he spoke - obviously the same footage from the midnight bulletin. Flaxen switched off her t.v., watching it slowly fade from light and colour to grey to dark grey...She left her apartment the usual way - out the window - and raced off down the alleyways to take a closer look, even more intrigued after her dream. "It's going to take a lot more than a nightmare to put Flaxen out of action!" She thought to herself as she hurtled down the back streets.
Back in her apartment, the t.v. screen was black as night...except for the glowing red eyes peering out from within......