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Down To Earth (A Super-Hero Fantasy)
By Dale Ribbons
We begin our story with Trent McCoy III. Trent was 30 years
old, a multi-millionaire, and head of one of the largest
media conglomerates in the world. He was devastatingly
handsome, with wavy brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a
tall, well-toned physique that looked great in his
expensive tailored business suits. One would think that
with all this going for him, Trent would have many romantic
liaisons. You would be wrong. Trent didn't have any
personal relationships. Oh, he had acquaintances, people he
did business with, or who worked under him. But he was
never personally involved with anyone.
To understand why this was, you must first know the truth.
Trent wasn't 30 years, but over 80 years old! And he wasn't
Trent McCoy III, but the first, and only, Trent McCoy! This
was just a ruse to disguise the fact he was immortal. Not
to mention the fact he was also the super-hero known as...
the Defender!
You may ask how this all happened. It all began in 1925.
Trent was an ordinary boy walking through his father's
farmyard, when he found a bright blue gem buried in the
dirt. He had no idea this gem had fallen to Earth from
space. Being an inquisitive little boy, he picked up the
shining stone. The moment he did, the gem unleashed its
unearthly power! His father found him lying unconscious in
the field, with no sign of the gem.
Little did anyone know, but the gem had merged itself with
Trent. Over the next few years, Trent was changed by the
gem. His intellect was increased far beyond that of
ordinary humans. He developed superhuman powers, giving him
the ability to fly and accomplish feats of great strength.
He could project a field of energy around his body that
would protect it from harm. He could generate bolts of
energy that reduced the hardest object to dust. He could
exercise great powers of the mind, including the ability to
cloud men's minds, and create illusions that seemed like
reality. Fortunately, Trent exercised enough self-control
and caution to avoid detection and exposure.
Finally, when Trent had reached adulthood, he decided that
the time had come to reveal his power to the world.
Fortunately, his parents had installed in him a strong
sense of morality, which made him decide to use his powers
for the greater good. To give himself some anonymity, Trent
decided to adopt another identity, and became the Defender!
Unfortunately, all this power and glory came with a price.
Trent discovered he was virtually immortal, staying the
same age he was when he became the Defender. He watched in
horror as his parents, friends, lovers, even enemies, aged,
withered, and, in most cases, died. So, in an effort to
avoid any more pain, he cut himself off from almost all
human contact. He still ran the business empire he had
created, masquerading as his own grandson, and still
performed good deeds as the Defender. But, he became more
and more aloof and distant. The newer super-heroes mistook
this for an air of superiority, and dismissed him as an
egotist. So, the Defender settled into a long life of
loneliness.
However, events happened that no one could foresee. Every
being, no matter how powerful, has a weakness. The
Defender's was nuclear radiation! No one knew this, not
even the Defender himself, and certainly not the American
Liberation Front. The A.L.F. was a band of fanatical right-
wing extremists who didn't care who got hurt in their
pursuit of 'glory'. They stole a nuclear device, and
threatened to detonate it in Portent City. Luckily, Portent
City was the home of the Defender! He easily captured the
A.L.F. members and found the bomb. However, he had no way
to disarm it, so he wrapped it in his force field, and flew
into space. The bomb exploded, but without hurting anyone
on Earth. Unfortunately, the Defender's body was atomized!
Unseen by anyone, the gem floated down to Earth unharmed.
Trent remembered floating in a dark void. He had no
feelings or voice. He couldn't tell how long was there. He
felt nothing. Then, a glimmer of light, followed by faint
sounds. It felt like he was waking from a long sleep. More
light, with blurry objects in it. He batted his eyelids,
and the objects solidified into a person. A hospital nurse.
Trent realized he was in a hospital bed. Not only that, but
he had an oxygen mask on. The nurse removed it, and started
speaking to him. It was hard to understand at first, but he
realized the nurse and doctors were asking him questions.
Trent realized from the questions that he must have been in
a coma, and had just woken up. Trent was too groggy to
remain awake, and fell into normal sleep.
Trent slowly awoke. He was in what appeared to be an
ordinary hospital room. As he looked around, he took notice
of his body. Although covered by sheets and a blanket, it
seemed... wrong. Trent knew his body, and, impossible as it
may sound, he knew this wasn't it! Trent looked at his arm.
It was smaller, darker skinned, hairless... feminine. It
was a woman's arm! Trent yanked off the covers. Under them,
dressed in a hospital gown, was a woman's body!
The hospital nurse was surprised to hear screams coming
from room 212. The patient, Miss Tamara Velasquez, had just
revived from a coma she had been in for several months
following a car wreck. The doctors had given her no chance
at recovery. Extensive brain damage, they had said. Now,
miraculously, she was awake, and seemed to be in a state of
shock. The nurse rushed into the room, and tried to calm
her down. It worked, more quickly than the nurse would have
thought possible. Miss Velasquez became almost
preternaturally calm.
Tamara, or should we say Trent, was calm after the initial
shock. It seemed fairly obvious to him, or her in this
case, what had happened. When his body was disintegrated,
the power of the gem had protected his
mind/soul/consciousness into the nearest empty vessel.
Unfortunately, the vessel happened to be a young woman.
Worse, when the transfer happened, his mind was fused with
the body. Even if he had the gem still, which he didn't,
its powers wouldn't be enough to free his mind. As far as
he knew, there was only one way to escape this body, and
that was no alternative. He was stuck!
The next few days, Trent got to know Tamara Velasquez
better. A young woman about 20 years old. She was small,
about 5'3'', and weighed a little under 130 lbs. She was of
Spanish descent, with dark tanned skin, brown hair, and
hazel eyes. Her figure was rather slim, with small breasts,
but still very pleasing. She had an elfin quality about
her, especially her large soulful eyes. Cute and sexy. All
in all, a pleasing package... if you weren't trapped in it
against your will.
Trent soon learned there were differences in their social
standings as well. Tamara was not the billionaire
businessman Trent McCoy III was. No, she still lived with
her parents, and worked at a restaurant to help pay for
college. The only good thing that came of the car wreck
that put her in the coma was that the company that made the
car gave her parents a large sum of money. This sum would
pay the medical bills, and still leave a bit to go towards
college. But Trent would learn he, or she, would still have
to work at the restaurant to make ends meet.
Tamara did something Trent did not: Friends. Her best
friends were Karen and Jenny. Karen was an African-American
woman, while Jenny was a redhead with a slight Southern
accent. Both were the same age as Tamara, and were friends
with her since grade school. They came to visit Tamara in
the hospital often. At first, they were shocked by Tamara's
seemingly loss of memory, a seeming side effect of the
coma, but soon grew accustomed to it. Jenny said it
reminded her of a soap opera. They would spend time filling
in Tamara on what she had missed, or just plain forgotten.
Trent grew to like these girls, and their frequent visits.
He began lowering the emotional walls built by nearly 50
years of isolation, so much that when they suggested Tamara
should move in with them into their apartment, she began to
seriously consider it.
Tamara would have another visitor at the hospital besides
her parents and girlfriends. Percy Gordon was the same age
as Tamara, Karen, and Jenny, and had even attended grade
school with them. Now, he was a college student like them.
He even worked at the same restaurant as Tamara, for the
same reasons. He was overjoyed to hear that Tamara had
recovered from her coma. He visited her a couple of times,
bringing candy, flowers, even a stuffed animal. Jenny
laughed when she heard about this, saying that this
confirmed something that the three girls suspected: Percy
had a crash on Tamara. Karen laughed, saying that he was
cute for a comic book reading nerd, but definitely not
boyfriend material. Tamara had to agree, but for her own
reasons. The man living in her body wasn't interested in
having romances with any man. Still, if he/she was, Percy
wouldn't have been so bad. True, he was tall, skinny, and
wore glasses, but he was handsome, with his warm eyes and
wavy brown hair, and was certainly kind and courteous.
Finally, Tamara was released from the hospital. It was
decided that she should stay with her parents for a while
to make sure there were no after-effects from the car wreck
and coma. She promised the girls that she would take them
up on their offer as soon as possible. After about a week,
she released she was bored and restless, and needed
something to do. So, she went back to work at the
restaurant. It took a while to get back into the swing of
things, especially since Trent had never done anything like
this before, but Percy was there to help her out. Trent
laughed inside, thinking how far the great Defender had
gone from being a super-hero/businessman to a girl waiting
on tables.
Tamara went back to college as well. This was a far
different story from the restaurant. While she no longer
had any of the Defender's superhuman powers, she did retain
all the knowledge given by the gem. Her grades were
phenomenal! Comparing her grades before and after the
crash, some of her teachers joked that maybe the car crash
did her some good. Some even said it was almost as if she
knew more than the professors themselves did. Little did
they know...
As time went on, Trent grew more and more accustomed to
being in Tamara's body. The hardest part was not getting to
being a woman, but remembering that this body didn't have
the powers the old one did. The reality of this came to her
the day she went rollerblading with Jenny and Karen. It
ended with Tamara falling on her ass... hard. Jenny and
Karen were shocked by the way she cursed and moaned,
especially since it wasn't that serious. It was like she
had never felt pain before.
A more serious reminder of her new position in life came
the night she was mugged. She had just gotten off work, and
was waiting for Karen to come to give her a ride home. A
thief jumped out of the alley, knocked her down, and
grabbed her purse. Who knows what else would have happened
if Percy hadn't come along. He came running out of the
restaurant, tackled the punk, and held him until the police
came. Karen was very impressed by this display, which was
so unlike Percy. Tamara was too shaken to be. Now she knew
how it felt to be the victim of the type of crime the
Defender used to fight. It had shocked her to the core.
That night, feeling utterly helpless, she cried herself to
sleep.
In speaking of the Defender's former life, we should take
note of a curious thing. When Trent first realized the
changes in his/her life, she was worried that some evil
force would either destroy or take over Portent City in the
absence of its greatest hero. This never happened. She
began to read newspaper stories about how it seemed the
Defender was still around protecting the city. She
dismissed this with two different explanations. First, he
wasn't the only hero active in Portent City, and the
witnesses had mistaken another hero for him. Second, some
other hero, new or old, had adopted the Defender identity
as his own. Either way, the city was safe, and she could go
on with her new life.
And so she did. She moved in with Jenny and Karen. Within
the first week, she learned they were both 'party girls',
and insisted Tamara go out clubbing with them. Tamara
discovered she also liked going out to the clubs, and
dancing the night away. She had never felt this alive in
her previous life! Unfortunately, she didn't realize this
feeling of euphoria would have a price. The Defender's body
was immune to the effects of all intoxicants. Tamara's body
wasn't. She had a few too many Jell-O shots that night.
Tamara woke up the next day with her first hangover. She
swore up that if she lived, it would be her last. As Tamara
lay there, an unpleasant feeling of deja vu came over her.
She was lying in a strange bed again, only this time it
wasn't in a hospital room. It was someone else's bedroom!
She could tell by the decor that it was a man's room. She
looked at her body, and realized, with both relief and
disappointment, that she was still Tamara. She also found
that she wasn't in her clothes from the previous night, but
a pair of men's pajamas.
She suddenly realized, with growing horror, what had
happened. She had gotten drunk, and went home with a man,
probably a complete stranger. Dreading what she'd find, she
went to explore her privates. She saw that she was still
wearing her bra and panties from the previous night. That
was odd, but a good sign. Why would any one 'de-flower'
her, and then go to the trouble of cleaning her up and
putting her underwear back on? This thought filled her with
a slight sense of relief.
"Tamara", a voice said, "are you awake?"
She looked at the speaker groggily. It was Percy, her
'knight in shining armor', as Jenny and Karen called him.
It must have been his bedroom.
Tamara wanted to ask a lot of questions, but was stopped by
a sudden queasy feeling. Percy saw the look on her face,
and rushed her into the bathroom, where she proceeded to
vomit profusely. After she was through, Percy sat her down
in a chair in his kitchen.
"Here. Let me make you some coffee." he said.
"What happened... last night?" Tamara managed to say.
"Oh, you got drunk, and started to make a fool of yourself.
You leapt up on a table and shouted out that you were the
Defender, and that all the evildoers in the club should
beware your wrath. Then, you tried to pick a fight with
some bruiser. You're lucky he only laughed at you. The
bouncer going to throw you out on the street, but I told
him that I'd take you home. I would have, but I don't know
where you live. So, I brought you here. By the time we got
here, you had barfed all over your clothes, so I put you in
a pair of my pajamas. I let you sleep on the bed, while I
took the couch. Sorry if it freaked you out."
Tamara laughed. This was so typical of Percy. Her knight in
shining armor comes to her rescue again.
As she sat there, slowly sipping the coffee, she looked
around at Peter's place. It was an apartment, but vastly
different from her. She wondered how he could afford it
when he was paid the same salary as her. Peter seemed to
know what she was thinking, and told her that he made a
killing on the stock market.
Percy asked her if she wanted to call her roommates and
tell them to bring some fresh clothes. Tamara declined. It
was bad enough that she got drunk. If the girls heard she
had spent the night in Percy's apartment, not to mention
his pajamas, she would never hear the end of it. He would
offer her the use of some of his clothes, but they wouldn't
fit her. So, he would have to go to the laundry-mat while
Tamara waited in the apartment.
Tamara tried to relax and recuperate on Percy's couch, but
it didn't work. She noticed a small stack of comic books on
the table. Typical. Karen had called him a comic nerd, and
she was right. On closer inspection, it turned out the
comics all featured one character: The Defender! She
remembered that when she still was the Defender, a comic
book was created that retold his adventures.
Tamara got up to go relieve herself. She wasn't used to the
apartment's layout and wandered into another room. It was a
spare bedroom that Percy used to store things, like his
comic collection. It was a large collection. She noticed
that he had the entire run of the Defender's book. There
were also several items of Defender merchandise, like an
old board game, action figures, even a life-size cardboard
figure. She had to laugh at the irony. Percy's favorite
super-hero had been reincarnated as the girl he had a crush
on.
As she was leaving, Tamara saw a picture on the wall. It
was a photo of Percy and the Defender, shaking hands and
smiling at the camera. A strange feeling went over her.
This wasn't taken when she was still the Defender, and the
figure was definitely not a cardboard cutout. There was the
possibility that it was a photo-manipulation done on a
computer, but it looked too real. Whoever this Defender
was, despite the unbelievable similarity in appearance, it
wasn't her!
Later, when Percy came home with a basket of clean clothes,
he found Tamara sitting on the couch, staring at the
picture.
"Uh-Oh. It looks like somebody's found out my secret. I'm
sorry to tell you this, but your friends are right: I'm a
huge nerd." he said with a smile.
At first, she didn't say or do anything She seemed
enraptured by the picture. Then, she smiled.
"Interesting photo. I didn't know you knew the Defender.
When was it taken?"
"Last summer. He saved me from drowning, and I asked him if
I could have a picture taken with him. He agreed, so I got
out my automatic camera, and took one of us shaking hands.
It was really nice of him to do that for a fan."
Tamara agreed, especially since she would never have done
it when she was the Defender. He frowned on having his
picture taken and signing autographs for fans. Whomever
this new Defender was, he had different ideas. And last
summer was when she had become Tamara, so it would fit that
this was the new one.
Tamara changed back into her clothes and started to leave.
Before she did, Percy blurted out an invitation to dinner
out. She saw this coming and dreaded it, but she felt she
owed him for all he had done. So, they made a date for the
following Thursday. Tamara returned to her apartment. When
Jenny and Karen pressed her for details, she refused to
answer, which gave the other girls plenty to speculate and
laugh about.
During the next week, Tamara began to scour the business
section of the newspaper. This puzzled her friends, until
she told them she was thinking of investing in the stock
market. Actually, she was conducting an investigation. A
thought came to her. If someone had assumed her life as the
Defender, what about her life as Trent McCoy? It turned out
her hunch was right. There was another Trent McCoy III
running the publishing empire she had created. She had to
talk to him!
So, Tamara wound up in the lobby of the McCoy building. As
soon as she entered, a secretary came to her and said Mr.
McCoy wished to see her. She led Tamara to the penthouse
office that used to be her own. Tamara sat waiting until a
door opened and she found herself with the man she used to
be. Despite all the mental preparations, she was still
taken back.
"I was wondering when you would be showing up." Trent said.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." she said, "It took me a while
to get used to my new body and life."
"I understand. Well, care to have anything to drink." he
said, gesturing to the bar in the office. "Or a cigar?"
opening an expensive humidor.
Tamara took a diet soda and a large cigar. Trent did the
same, and sat in a chair opposite her.
"Well, I'm sure you have a lot of questions." he said with
a friendly smile.
"Yes, the most important one being: how you did you come
across the Gem?"
"It's really not that interesting, Miss Velasquez. Do you
mind if I call you by that name? Good. As I was saying,
after your old body was disintegrated, the Gem fell to
Earth. I was walking across the beach when I found it lying
in the sand. The instant I touched it, it filled my body
with power and my mind with information. The knowledge it
gave me, and its power to create illusions, allowed me to
assume your lives as the Defender and Trent McCoy."
"Well, I must say you've done a good job filling my shoes.
I was worried you would use my power for evil."
"No. The Gem wouldn't let anyone evil use it."
Tamara didn't know that. It troubled her that someone not
only was able to use her gem, but knew more about than she
did.
"Well, I suppose you are going to want to regain your power
now."
Tamara was surprised by this. She had just come to see her
replacement face to face in order to see what he like. This
was an unexpected development.
"What? That's impossible. My body was destroyed...
atomized. How can I regain my power?"
"The Gem. You were linked with it. You can still access
it's power. You can be the Defender again!"
"What about you?"
"I don't know what will happen. The process might kill me,
or I could just lose my power. I'm willing to take the
risk. After all, you were the Defender first. You deserve
to be him again."
Tamara was silent for a moment, weighing the options. Then,
she answered.
"I can't do it. I don't deserve or want the power. I
couldn't take the loneliness that would come from being
immortal again, especially if it came at the price of a
human life. The life of someone who cares more about the
people he protects than I ever did."
"But... you'll be Tamara Velasquez, a mere girl...
forever!"
"So what? There are worse fates. I have had more of a life
in the months I've been Tamara than I ever did as Trent.
Trent was a hermit and a loner. Tamara has friends, family,
even a boyfriend."
"You have a boyfriend??? A male? Someone you... love?"
Tamara realized the slip she had made. A Freudian slip. She
didn't think she would ever admit it to anyone, including
herself, but she did love Percy. Or at least she could try.
It wasn't a physical attraction, but there was a
connection. A firm foundation for romance. Even the fact
that she used to be male didn't seem to affect it. He was
special to her.
"Yes! I do!" she answered. "There is a man I love. His name
is Percy. He came to visit me in the hospital. He's been
kind to me when I needed it, even though I looked down at
him. He has saved my life, and protected me like I
protected others. He's... my hero!"
Now it was Trent's turn to be quiet for a few minutes. When
he answered, he sounded like it was difficult for him to
speak.
"Tamara, there is something I have to tell you. I don't
know how to begin, except to just show you."
Trent stood up. There was a sudden flash of light that
blinded Tamara. When her vision cleared, Trent was gone,
replaced by another person. A person she recognized
instantly.
"PERCY!!!" she shrieked.
"Ta-da." he said, with a sheepish grin.
"How... how?" was all Tamara could say.
"It's like I told you. I found the gem on the beach, and it
read me, read my mind, found I was a fan of the Defender,
and believed in his credo. It decided that was enough to
make me the new version."
"I see. Well, that explains a lot, like where you got the
money for your apartment. But it doesn't explain the
photograph. You know which one."
"The Defender in that photo was a hologram, a projection of
light, created by the Gem. I was experimenting with my...
our powers, and that was the result."
Damn! Tamara thought. Something else she never knew or
thought about. She had grown too jaded with the Gem's
powers.
"But why didn't you tell me the truth? You must have known
I was the original Defender from the start."
"I did. It was quite a shock when the Gem recognized your
mind when I visited you in the hospital. I would have told
you then, but the Gem said your mind was damaged, and
needed time to heal. So, I said nothing, but kept my eye on
you. Then, when you showed up in the lobby, I knew you were
ready."
There was an awkward silence, as the two thought over
matters. Percy was the first to break it.
"Well, we seem to be at an impasse on what to do. I don't
want to deny you the power, and you don't want to take it
from me. How do we solve it?"
"Why don't we ask the Gem?" Tamara replied, "It seems to
know what's best."
Percy thought it was a good idea. He took hold of Tamara's
hand, and started concentrating. The two went into a
trance. They began to imagine they could a low voice in
their minds, a voice that got louder.
"SHARE THE POWER!" it said, "That way, you may both be the
Defender!"
They both realized the voice, the Gem, was right. Tamara
began to reach for it with her mind. Suddenly, she felt
something she hadn't felt in decades... the surge Trent
felt when he tapped into the Gem's energy. A surge of PURE
POWER!
Tamara was unconscious for a few minutes. When she awoke,
she knew she was still Tamara, but had been changed
somehow. Looking down, she found what those changes were.
She was tall, almost as tall as she had been as Trent. She
had the well-toned, curvy physique of a fitness model, and
was clad in a feminine styled version of the Defender
costume. The skintight outfit suited her new form very
nicely. She looked over at Percy, who was in his own
costume. The Gem had done it! Now they were both the
Defender!
"So, what do you want to do first?" Percy asked.
Tamara answered by going over to a sliding door, which led
to a terrace that overlooked the city. She stood there for
a moment, then began to hover. She was soon airborne. It
was glorious! Of all the things she had lost when she
became Tamara, the ability to fly was the one she missed
most of all! Percy joined the girl in the air, as she
swooped and soared, laughingly joyously. When he
approached, she flew down and hugged him. They stared at
each other with goofy grins on their faces. Then, they
kissed. A deep, passionate, soulful kiss. Tamara swore the
kiss was just as powerful as any surge from the Gem.
There were changes for Portent City following that. First,
its greatest hero had gained a partner in his crusade for
good, a sexy Amazon also named the Defender. She would
become a big sensation with the public, especially with the
'comic nerds'. Second, the city's most eligible bachelor
had gotten engaged to a glamorous Hispanic supermodel.
Jenny and Karen were in for some surprises as well. Tamara
and Percy were dating. When they told her she could do
better, Tamara just smiled and said she really couldn't.
The two stopped objecting when they realized the two were
seriously in love. They were very proud when Tamara asked a
few years later to be the bridesmaids at her wedding to
Percy.
Tamara was a lovely bride.
THE END
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