by sstudent_uk
| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
He sat quietly glaring at the man facing him. "Well say something I've come a long way to see you."
"Hah!" The older one retorted "
Alright if that is how you feel I'll go!" The young one made to leave.
"Stay!" The old one stated that sounded more like an order than a request. The young one stopped. "Please stay!" The old one said now softening his voice.
The young one sat down. "I want to help!"
The old one stared out of the small window. "You can."
"You want me to bust you out?" The young one asked quietly.
"Eventually. Firstly, though I have something far more ambitious for you."
"What is it?" The young man asked trying to contain his excitement.
"What I want?" The old one said then looked into the young mans eyes and said coldly "I want you to avenge me."
He sat reading the file the figures were impressive, this target would be the most challenging of his career of that he had no doubt. As always it was just a matter of planning meticulous planning and of course Bait!
Becca had just finished work for the day, as she headed to her car she thought of a long hot soak in a bathtub with bubbles and a nice glass of wine. Lost in her thoughts she didn't see the black van pull up quietly behind her. The side door slid open and hands grabbed her and pulled her inside. Before she could make any sound a pad was forced over her mouth and nose, a sickly cloying scent assaulted her senses.
Becca kicked and fought as her mind identified the smell. She was being chloroformed! Strong hands held her down and grabbed her legs.
"She's a real spitfire this one." Came a voice.
"Yeah and great legs too, among other things." Another voice replied. "Struggle all you like honey and breathe deeply". He laughed amused with his humour. "Breathe real deep"
Becca felt her self-falling into blackness. With one last effort, she managed to kick out and hit the van side panel. Her efforts were in vain when all she hit was padding creating a gentle thud like kicking a cushion. Her last thought was "Dam!" as she fell into black oblivion.
The van sped out of the city and headed for a country house, once there it drove into a garage and the door closed behind them. Two figures emerged from the van carrying their limp unconscious captive. They moved to a set of stairs and into a cellar, inside a large wooded door was an old mattress, Beccas was laid there then the two men pulled out some rope and got to work.
Beccas first conscious thought was that fact that her head felt like a drum was being played inside, she ached all over and the light was too bright. She lay still then slowly tried to move, she couldn't. As her senses returned Becca realised she was bound very tightly. Her arms were tied behind her back at the wrists and above her elbows forcing her arms straight. The ropes bit into her skin. The ropes wrapped around her arms and under her breasts. She noticed that she was still clothed, that at least was a positive sign. Her legs bound at the ankles and above her knees and a thick piece of material tied tightly in her mouth. Becca was, bound, gagged and completely immobilised.
How was she going to get out of this she wondered?
Becca worked at her unyielding bonds, no matter how she tried to relax her muscles to try to get a little slack she failed. Who ever had bound her had known what they were doing. The groggy feeling from the chloroform still weighed upon her, making her efforts a little uncoordinated. She lay back for a few moments breathing deeply from her exertions. As she did so, footsteps were heard outside her cell door. It opened to allow two dark figures to enter; both were wearing ski masks.
"So sleeping beauty is awake now!" The taller one of the two said. "Good let's get to work Mr Smith."
"Righto Mr Jones!" The shorter one of the two replied.
Becca could only watch helplessly as the two men began to examine her. Taking measurements and looking her over, as if she was some sort of object.
"Real looker this one Mr Smith."
"She sure is Mr Jones and a real Struggler lots of spirit."
"Excellent she'll fetch a good price."
Beccas ears pricked up! 'Good Price? They're going to sell me?' She thought with horror.
"We did alright here Mr Jones, she meets the specifications required, in fact I'd venture to say she exceeds them."
"I believe you are right there Mr Smith, someone is going be very happy with Miss Spitfire here. You'd best get ready now." The taller one spoke.
"Righto." The shorter one replied and left.
Mr Jones quickly returned carrying a small bag. "Here we are."
"Very good Mr Jones now lets prepare Miss Spitfire."
Becca watched as the one known as Mr Smith sat down beside her and grinned. "Won't be long now honey." He said with an evil smile. Mr Jones produced a small facemask like the one those used in hospitals; a thin plastic tube to a small cylinder connected it. The mask was, placed over Beccas nose and mouth and secured behind her head with a Velcro strap. Becca tried to shake it off but it held firm.
"It's no use struggling Honey!" Mr Smith whispered in her ear and began to laugh.
Becca watched as Mr Jones opened the valve on the cylinder, with an audible hiss the gas began to be seep into the mask. The gas had a faint smell, almost like flowers, not as cloying or sickly as the chloroform had been. Becca began to feel light-headed; her strength began to wash away. She began to struggle but she knew it was useless she was helpless and completely at their mercy.
"That's it Honey you struggle all you want, I love it when you do that." Mr Smith cooed while stroking her hair gently.
"Breathe the gas, make you feel good, nice and relaxed." Mr Jones whispered. "That's good."
Becca found herself beginning to float; she tried to fight the gas, to stay focused. Angry at their condescending voices, she tried to thrash and kick out at them. The voices began sounding distant. Her body was becoming relaxed as she was descending into the darkness once more. 'No must stay awake' she thought. It was no good the gas was too overpowering her eyelids became heavy her legs felt like lead weights and Becca slipped into the soft nothingness of drugged sleep.
Beccas recall after that was patchy. She remembered a feeling like being carried. Then darkness, then being in a back of a van or ambulance, darkness again. The gas kept her weak and semiconscious periodically blacking out only to come round in different locations. Finally, she began to feel better, awaking to find her self-lying on a wooden floor. Light assaulted her eyes from an overhead skylight.
"Welcome back Miss Spitfire." Came a voice.
"Uggghhhh." Was all Becca could reply the gag muting her.
"The gas takes a while to wear off just lay back and relax you'll feel better in a while." The voice said then moved away. Leaving Becca all alone. As her strength returned, she began to survey her surroundings. It looked much like the inside of a dilapidated warehouse the over head sky light windows were broken. Looking around Becca saw a small shard of glass by a packing case. With intense effort, she managed to move towards it. Then slowly she tried to cut at her bonds. The ropes were new. She had been untied briefly during her journey. She recalled someone gently rubbing her wrists and ankles getting the circulation back. Now she was secured again in almost the same manner as before. The glass cut at the ropes but it was hard going and awkward. Becca worked hard at the ropes yelping from time to time having caught herself on the glass. It seemed like an eternity before she noticed the rope becoming a little slack. Finally it gave and her arms were free. The blood rushed back in to her extremities. Becca removed the gag and then worked on her ankle and thigh bonds. Finally, she was free. Now to get out.
Becca made her very slowly and carefully through the piles of crates listening out for any signs of her captors. As she came round a large pile of crates, she noticed a small office; the sight that met her inside made her gasp. There on the floor bound gagged and unconscious were four women all had masks on them exactly the same as was use upon her.
"What the hell is this?" Becca asked herself. She needed to get out and get help. A small door was in the far wall. Becca ran to it, pushed the release bar, and ran out of the warehouse to freedom. She ran as fast as she could in attempt to put distance between her and her ex captors. They would discover that she had escaped and would no doubt come after her. Stopping to catch her breath Becca looked around, this did not look like right! Wherever they had brought her it didn't look like she was in the states any more. How long had she been unconscious? Moreover, where had they brought her?
These and a million other questions ran inside her head but her first thoughts were for those four women she had to help them and there was only one way she could do that.
It took some time before Becca could concentrate enough to call upon her super powers, in an instant she transformed into Super Girl.
The flight to the warehouse was brief. Super Girl had decided on a plan of action shooting in through the broken skylight and surprising the kidnappers. Once inside she discovered that no one was there, the four women were gone. Carefully Super Girl crept through the ware house she could hear nothing her super hearing only picked up the sound o rats. A shiver ran through her something was very wrong!
In another part of the warehouse a lone figure sat quietly and watched her every move. He spoke one word into his handset "Cocoon." The clanging of falling metal shutters echoed throughout the building.
Super Girl was startled by the noise sheets of metal fell covering the windows and the skylights all went dark as the outside light was blotted out. Super Girl froze her instincts and senses now on full alert. Screaming in her mind TRAP! TRAP!
The inside lights came on bathing the interior in an eerie white glow. Super Girl moved cautiously her mind racing searching for answers to questions that were not forthcoming. As she came out from the shadows, she noticed a figure standing in front of her. He was about 6ft tall, with a military style haircut and a young face, well built and rather handsome she thought. He smiled upon seeing her.
"Welcome Super Girl I've been so looking forward to making your acquaintance."Super Girl stopped and examined her opponent. His accent was clearly British. "Who are you?" She demanded. "And what have you done with the other women?"
"Who I am is unimportant at this moment in time. As to those women, you mentioned! Well you'll be joining them shortly." He smiled at her a smug superior smile that irritated Super Girl.
"You're very sure of yourself." She stated.
"Oh I am at that Super Girl." He cooed and then produced a large barrelled gun from behind him.
Super Girl stood her ground the gun looked like nothing she had ever seen before but she doubted it would be any threat.
The figure smiled and fired. To her surprise the projectile suddenly expanded into a net that wrapped itself around her. Super Girl just laughed. "Is that the best you can do?" She asked contemptuously. The tried to rip the net off her. To her surprise, It would not give; she began to feel a little weak and light-headed.
"You won't be breaking out of that any time soon Super Girl." The figure declared. "The fibres of that net are encrusted with fragments of Kryptonite."
Super Girls legs buckled and she fell to the floor her strength being drained by the dreaded Kryptonite. The figure moved towards her now brandishing a small canister.
"Time to sleep now Super girl." With that, he sprayed her with a cloud of mist.
Expecting gas Super girl held her breath. The figure smiled "Won't do you any good holding your breath Super Girl this gas works on contact with the skin. I designed specially for you, super concentrated even your extraordinary powers are no match for it."
Super Girl felt the waves of dizziness from the gas, over powering her. Weakened by the Kryptonite she couldn't resist, the room around her went dim, the laughter of her antagonist grew muffled the walls of the room began to spin. Finally she could take no more and fell into black oblivion.
The figure stood over his prize "Phase one accomplished!" He stated. "Now Vengeance would begin
She lay unable to move the world around her seemed to float and move in slow motion. Figures appeared about her, prodding her with surgical instruments, examining her, and taking readings. Wearing white surgical garb with oxygen masks attached to faces. The figures worked around her like ants. A mask was attached to her face, an audible hiss then the world began to fall in on itself and blackness again.
He sat staring out the window taking in the view of the bay. Waiting patiently for news. Though he doubted that the young one could pull it off only someone of his genius could ever hope to prevail with such a challenging venture.
The young one entered and sat quietly across the table.
"So?" The old one enquired "How is our friend?" He continued to stare out at the bay.
"Our Friend is well and being looked after by members of the Family." The young one replied.
"She is?" Old one stammered with surprise "With the Family?"
"Yes she is, her visit came as a little bit of a surprise but we were able to accommodate." Young one smiled. "She was reluctant to stay but we convinced her to accept our hospitality."
Old one smiled inwardly, could it be possible? Could the time be almost upon him? "You have done well." The old one stated "I did not think it possible!"
Young one was startled at the praise; he had never known old one to be so appreciative and willing to admit the contributions of others.
"I will be wanting to visit." Old one whispered. "Make the arrangements!"
Young one nodded "It shall be done." With that, he left the old one to his contemplations.
Nodding at the bay he whispered to himself "Vengeance is Mine!"
"Containment integrity is 100% the oxygen conine mixture is 20% and she is responding well."
"Thank you doctor, be sure to take special care of our guest she is priceless."
The doctor grinned "I shall sir, she is in good hands my team and I will treat her like a queen."
He nodded, then turned to the window. There laying on the surgical table Super Girl lay strapped, the room was full of the contact gas pumped and circulated at just the right mixture to keep her incapacitated.
"Not long now Super Girl and you'll get to meet an old friend. Who is just dying to meet you." He laughed and walked off into his office, preparations had to be made.
The transfer order had come as quite a surprise for the old one. In a matter of minutes his cell had been cleared; and he had been escorted to a transport to take him to the main land. He sat on the boat watching the prison slowly become smaller the main land approached. The drive to his new home would take quite some time. The guards were courteous offering him smokes and drinks. But he declined and just sat back and slept. He awoke to the sound of a loud bang, the transporter van had blown a tyre. Quickly the guards got out to inspect the damage and begin to attach the spare. Suddenly there was a commotion out side, old one looked out to see a number of figures approach the guards and fire some kind of weapons at them, tried to draw their own weapons.
The attackers had the advantage of surprise and proceeded to dispose of the guards with ease. Old one watched as the figures boarded the transport.
"We have come for you." One of them said, then proceeded to release him from his leg irons and handcuffs. Old One was finally free.
The Young one sat waiting for his arrival, the sound of the helicopter grew louder as it approached. It landed briefly, a door opened and a tall figure got out. He walked slowly towards Young one and smiled.
"It's good to see you son." Old one stated. "You have done well, I am very proud of you."
"It's good to see you too father." Young one replied "I have the gift for you inside."
With that Lex Luthor and his son entered the building.
They stood watching her as she tried in vain to break her restraints, the gas kept her to weak to get free. Lex Luthor smiled, trying hard to keep the excitement he felt from showing. Here at last he had her, long had he dreamed of this and now thanks to the brilliance of his son he would avenge himself upon that super do gooder, Super Girl.
Super Girl tried to concentrate but it was impossible the gas kept her too weak, she couldn't move her arms and legs felt like dead weights, even turning her head was a supreme effort, she was to all intensive purposes completely helpless.
TO BE CONTINUED...