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Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.

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A large woman comes out of the cafe behind the bus stop on the other side of the street. She has two bites left of a loaded waffle in one hand and her phone in the other. She finishes the two bites of waffle in one gigantic chomp, taps away on her phone, and crosses the street to where Katie's at briskly.

She stops a few paces away from the bench. "Huh," she says, looking up from her phone at Katie.

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Katie looks up from her own phone. Dang, this lady's pretty. Probably just asking for directions or passing out pamphlets about Jesus or something though. She waits briefly to hear what she has to say.

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"Where're you headed?"

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"Uhhh... why do you ask?"

Oh fuck is she flirting with me oh god oh fuck there's no way right i'm just some lady at a bus stop and she's probably not even gay and if she was lesbians don't flirt with strangers at bus stops in real life but like if she isn't then what the fuck is she doing oh god oh fuck

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"Just curious if you're in a hurry. Bus is no way to travel if you're dashing off to pick up your little brother from school or take care of a sick boyfriend or whatever, so probably not?"

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"No, I'm just going home."

fuck shit is she checking if I have anywhere important to be so she can offer to take me to her place holy fuck holy fuck since when do lesbians work like this did the council decide that we're finally allowed to be forward with each other and i didn't get the memo

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"What's your blood type?"

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"I don't know. Are you Japanese, or..."

She moves to get up, but sits back down. This is a single woman, seemingly unarmed, we're in broad daylight, this isn't how organ harvesters work, there's no way, right? She's got to just be mixed and white-passing, or adopted, or she just learned about the superstition on the internet, right? Right?

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"No, not unless I'm bluffing my way into a very selective sushi restaurant I'm not... let's find out." She collects Katie's hand without a by-your-leave and quite out of nowhere has one of those spring-loaded finger-stabbing doodads diabetics use. That might not count as being armed but it does sting a little bit and she is not gonna let go of the hand till she has the droplet of blood where she wants it.

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"What the- Ow! Help! Somebody! Assault!"

She's definitely trying to get up and run now, for all that she's capable.

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"Oh, aren't you special - please don't make a fuss, it'll only cause collateral damage." She pokes her phone with her thumb, with her free hand. "You don't have any of those pesky antibodies, this will save me so much time..." Poke poke poke the phone. An ultralight aircraft screams down out of the sky and rolls into place on the bus stop. Katie will have the choice of dislocating her shoulder or taking steps towards the plane, but she and the stranger are getting into it and they are doing that right now.

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Katie begins making noises somewhere in between crying and screaming as her struggling gradually peters out.

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"Buckle up, honeycake!"

With no visible pilot, the aircraft accelerates into traffic and gets aloft again.

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She breaks down into sobbing on the floor.

 

"Please, I have... I have a cat, if you kill me he'll starve. Oh god I'm so fucking pathetic holy fuck. Please just make it quick and painless."

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"I'm not going to kill you, my precious pumpkin pie! I'll send somebody for your cat later. Now, buckle up, this thing is piloted by a combination of AI and trained pigeon cyborgs, and I will walk away if it crashes but I cannot bear losing my new favorite thing in the world."

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Katie gets up and looks for a seat to buckle herself into. She's not normally the sort of person who listens to nagging about safety precautions, but when it's coming from a woman who's both very pretty and currently kidnapping her that's an exception. Her brain is flooded with a tangled mess of emotions. On the one hand, this lady is again very pretty and definitely flirting with her at this point, but on the other, she's probably going to turn her into some kind of fucked up fish monster. 

"Then what the fuck do you want from me?", she replies after a pause to gather her thoughts. "Because judging by the whole 'mad scientist' vibe you've got going on, it's probably something that warrants me just jumping out the window while I have the chance. Are you trying to ransom someone important and they just happen to look a lot like me, because if that's the case I will happily let you probe me with whatever instruments necessary to prove that I'm not your gal so you can let me on my way." That wasn't intended as a euphemism, but she realized how obviously it sounded like one the instant it came out her mouth. Fuck.

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"Windows don't open, cinnamon roll. You've got the luckiest combination of biological quirks in the whole world! I haven't even gotten them working together in mice yet, and here you are! I'm gonna grow Gilesian pearls in you. Those things that give Captain Stellar* his powers, you know."

* A superhero mostly active in western Canada. He can fly and has telekinesis and some limited force-field abilities.

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"Fuck, lemme guess, that's excruciatingly painful, isn't it. Are they like constant giant pimples that never go away? Do they form in my eye sockets and slowly push my eyes out of my skull? Are they the size of golf balls and I have to poop and/or vomit them out?"

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"It's gonna hurt, yup, though just in a conventional surgical way, I'll leave your pretty eyes alone."

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"You think my eyes are pretty?"

She really should not have fucking said that but under the circumstances she doesn't know what the fuck else to say. "I'm glad it's not going to be quite as painful as I thought?" That's gotta be worse, right?

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"My Kinder Surprise of scientific discovery, your eyes are pretty." She pats her on the head. "Anyhow, I'm Monoceros*. I can't blame you for not recognizing me because I haven't got my horn on, I suppose. What's your name?"

*A mostly-bio tinker-type supervillain principally operating on the west coast of the US and Mexico. Known to be erratic and to think ethics are a kind of sweetbread, but seldom has interests affecting more than a couple dozen people per incident because she tends to make do with case studies rather than large sample sizes for her mad science and isn't interested in destroying cities or deliberately provoking supers; just as likely to steal things from other supervillains as from heroes if not more. Accordingly, seldom gets into super fights over her misdeeds - anyone powerful enough to take her down has more threatening fish to fry. Kidnapping one person off the street when they don't even have a family who'll make a fuss is small potatoes for supers. Call back when you're a boarding school for photogenic international exchange students.

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She should not have felt such a rush of euphoria from being pat on the head by a hot woman perhaps thrice her weight but she is anyway. Oh shit. Oh shit it's her. How did she not notice. She's so stupid. It's just like with Tony Hawk. She's fantasized about her before, but in the fantasies she was always also a supe, because for one thing the idea of being an innocent civilian at the mercy of a supervillain hits different when people in real life actually die horribly that way, and for another, the idea of her having whatever weird unique body chemistry she has never really occurred to her. She doesn't go to the doctor much.

"If you think I'm so pretty, aren't you gonna be sad turning me into some kind of gross mass of pustules?"

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"I'm leaving your eyes alone, buttercream! The pearls'll be inside, insulated from inconvenient Earthly background radiation by flesh on all sides. And they're not that big even when they're all done growing, you'll look smooth on the outside. Though I think you will need to be a bit bigger, for the insulation purpose..."

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"Bigger?"

She can't possibly mean that. There's no way in hell. Practical excuses for that don't happen in real life. She's just seeing a pretty woman flirt with her and applying horny brain to everything she says. Clearly she must mean something else.

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"Yeah. If you don't like the idea, tough, I have leftover gavage expertise from the thing with the geese."

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