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This is the latest story in my Legacy Universe. Like the others, it is self contained and does not require having read any of the previous stories to be understood or enjoyed. The other Legacy stories in order of their being written are listed below. The Miracle Legacy Change of Heart Hardshell The Praxis Crossing Manniquin The Vengeance of Lady Hexx By Morpheus I grimaced, cursing the weather in frustration. It was too damn hot. Then I reminded myself halfheartedly that it really wasn't all that bad. It could have been a lot hotter out, like it had been the week before. Or even worse, it could be raining. On a normal day, I wouldn't care about the weather. I'd been nice and comfortable inside of an air-conditioned office building. But not at the moment. At the moment, I was standing out in the middle of what looked like a large parking lot, next to the half demolished remains of a warehouse. However, neither the parking lot nor the warehouse was what occupied my attention. Instead, I was watching the truck and the dozen men in sealed yellow suits who were carefully loading five gallon drums into it. Drums that were each clearly marked BIOHAZARD. My name was Scott Felding, and I was a fairly tall and somewhat attractive man of 32. I would never be on any magazine covers, but I didn't have much difficulty in finding dates either... though I had yet to find the right woman to settle down with. I also worked for Barion Morris Realtors. In fact, that was the reason that I was currently standing outside and watching the men in the biohazard suits working. My company had leased the property to a smaller company, though it recently turned out that this was a front for some sort of mad scientist super villain. He had built some sort of laboratory within the facilities, though doing what I still did not know. All I knew was that some hero had found out taken him out, but there was a large mess left behind which required cleaning up. And my job at the moment was to watch the cleanup crew for my company. Even though I had been watching the hazardous materials being removed for most of the day, I still wasn't even really sure what was in them. I had heard them mention that they thought it was waste products from various experiments and possibly mutagentic compounds, though that made little sense to me. I worked in property management... not biochemistry. "We're almost done," one man called out from by the truck. I looked over at the half dozen containers that appeared to be near the last of what they had found in the facility, but still had to be loaded into the truck. I nodded faintly, thankful that I'd finally be able to get out of there and back to doing my normal job. Baby-sitting these over hyped janitors was taking time away from my real work. Suddenly, I heard a noise from above... just an instant before a massive ball of fire smashed into the ground on the other side of the parking lot. But a moment later, the ball of fire stood up... revealing itself to be a man... or at least what looked like a man made of fire. "What the hell?" I demanded in shock, though fear quickly appeared as well. The burning man stood there for a moment, looking somewhat dazed. Then the flames around him seemed to grow even more intense, burning into... melting the very concrete that he stood on. But then, something else suddenly hit the ground as well a short distance away, though this time it was not a burning man. This man was not burning at all. Instead, he was well muscled and blonde with the square jawed good looks that everyone instantly attributed to either the perfect super hero... or actor. He was also dressed in a blue and white spandex costume. The white on his chest was framed by the blue to form a stylized letter F, and there were silver metal wrist bands and shoulder pads, as well as a white cape. And this man was familiar to not only me, but anyone else who watched the news. "Force," I gasped, instantly recognizing the world famous hero. Without a word, Force punched the ground, sending a sudden shockwave through the ground and knocking the burning man off his feet. However, the same shockwave knocked me off my feet as well. I quickly scrambled back to my feet, seeing that the burning man was flying off into the air, with Force following close behind him. Force quickly even overtook the burning man, hitting him and slamming him back to the ground... or at least right into the top of the truck full of biohazard canisters. The cleanup crew were already running, though I could only stare in shock as the truck started to erupt in flames. The burning man went back to the air and fired a stream of fire from his hands, straight at Force, though it seemed to do no good at all. Force even grinned before firing some sort of blast back, missing the burning man but hitting the ground below him, sending a massive shockwave out which shattered concrete... and sending me flying backwards. "Oh shit!" I screamed, suddenly realizing just how much danger I was in. I yelled out to get Force's attention, to let him know that I was right there. But to my horror, I realized that he didn't notice me... or just didn't care. How could he possibly have missed a bunch of guys in bright yellow biohazard suits running around beneath him? He had to know that we were there... Force slammed the burning man into the ground again, then hit it himself. Just as I was getting back to my feet, he slammed the ground, sending out a massive shockwave that shattered the concrete... creating gaps and holes. And a moment later, the truck... still on fire... suddenly exploded. I screamed in pain and terror as I was thrown back, fire erupting everywhere around me. But instead of hitting the ground, I continued to fall a little further before finally slamming to a painful stop. Though everything was happening so fast, a part of me was aware that I had fallen through one of the holes that Force had torn in the parking lot, and into one of the tunnels below it. "FORCE!" I screamed out for help, or at least tried to since all that came out was a weak gasp. There was no doubt that I was hurt, though just how badly I couldn't tell. Everything hurt too damn much. Though I could guess that I was probably burned from the explosion and fire, not to mention whatever the fall had done to me. As bad as I was though, I was still holding on. I was still awake, which meant that I saw the half charred biohazard canister as it fell down into the hole with me. It hit hard, splitting open and spilling some sort of slimy goo all over me. I tried screaming, but that only let some of it get inside my mouth, causing me to choke as I struggled for breath. Suddenly, my skin started burning... though it was hard to tell on top of all the other pain that I was feeling. But even then, something else hit me... dripping on me from above. Somewhere up above... probably by the hole was another leaky canister. Whether it was the same stuff as the one beside me or something else, I didn't know. Nor did I truly care. At the moment, I didn't care much about anything... even if I lived or died. At the moment, my whole world had dissolved into nothing but pain, dizziness and confusion. But even that slowly faded away into nothingness. *** I had no idea how long I remained there at the bottom of that hole, soaked with the biohazard goo, fading in and out of consciousness. My existence seemed to alternate between periods of nothing, and periods of awareness... awareness that was filled with pain and numbness. At first, I silently prayed during my periods of awareness... prayed for someone to find me. I prayed for the pain to end. And I even prayed for a quick death, rather than the slower one, which I was coming to believe, awaited me. Towards the beginning, my periods of consciousness could barely be called that. I was in pain, feeling as though my skin were on fire and everything within me was broken. Those periods were short, and my mind too dazed to even think clearly at all. I was barely even aware of my surroundings. But then my periods of wakefulness slowly became longer and clearer. The pain was replaced more and more with a numbness over my entire body. Then came the time that I had been awake, staring up at the sky through the hole above me and slowly realizing that I had been awake for longer than any time yet. I kept expecting the darkness to claim me again, yet it did not. I remained awake... I remained aware. And then I became aware that the numbness was fading. I was slowly able to feel my body again. "No pain..." I whispered, which was the most I was able to get out. They were the first words that I had spoken since I had fallen in and tried calling for help. They were the first words that I'd had the strength to even attempt. As the numbness slowly faded away, I awareness of my body started to return. However, there was no pain. At least nothing like I had felt before. What I did feel though was a growing hunger. That just served as a reminder that I had no idea how long I'd been trapped down there without anything to eat. But even as sensation in my body returned, I still could not move. At least not at first. Then even that slowly started to return, starting with my fingers and eventually spreading from there. It took a lot of effort, but I was finally able to lift my arm up. It wasn't far and I was exhausted, but I'd managed to do it. But that was just before sleep overcame me again. Not the dark unconsciousness that I had been drifting in and out of... but true sleep. When I finally woke up again, I felt much better... and much stronger. But still, I remained motionless for some time before cautiously sitting up. I felt strangely calm as I did this, as emotionally numb as I had been physically. I supposed that I had just been through too much as was and couldn't handle anything more at the moment. "I'm all right," I croaked out weakly, feeling a vague sense of relief at that. With some effort, I managed to get to my feet, feeling disgusting as I realized that I was covered with something crusty. I absently realized that it had to be the stuff that had spilled all over me and started to wipe it away. However, my clothes started to crumble and fall away as well. I didn't bother wasting more time with that, looking up at the hole above me and then the shattered walls all round me. I grimaced, knowing that I had to get out of there. I had to get away. With that new purpose in mind, I was filled with determination and slowly managed to crawl my way back out. Nothing else mattered except getting out... getting back to the surface... When I finally got back to the surface, I took a look around the parking lot, or what was left of it. There were cracks and holes all over the place, as well as quite a few signs of things having burned. The whole area was a complete mess, though it didn't look like an extremely recent mess either. However, I didn't waste much time thinking about the damage to the parking lot or the fact that there was no one there. Instead, I lay down on the ground and rested for awhile, having exhausted all of my energy just getting out of the hole. After I'd regained enough strength, I sat back up again, noticing my clothes for the first time. They were all extremely pale, as if heavily bleached, and covered with the dried up crust of the biohazard goo that had spilled on me. And they were completely falling apart, as if extremely dried out and fragile. But the clothes were the least of my concerns as my eyes caught sight of my hand, then shot wide in surprise. My hand was white... not just pale... but WHITE. Pure white. Chalk white. And it didn't even look like my hand. My fingers looked a little thinner... more delicate. And I had longer, sharper looking nails. "What..." I started in confusion. I held both of my hands in front of my face, seeing that it wasn't just one hand that was affected. Then I slowly looked over the rest of myself, seeing that all of my exposed skin was chalk white as well. It was only at this point that I realized just how strange my whole body felt. At first, I hadn't been thinking about it, being dazed from all the pain and numbness. There was also the fact that I'd known that I'd been hurt and didn't want to think about that, even if I wasn't feeling any more pain. With that, I tore at my clothes for a better look, wincing as they crumbled away beneath my fingers. I was even more stunned as I saw what was beneath my clothes. Not only did my entire body seem to be chalk white... there were two growths on my chest. It took me several seconds to realized that they weren't growths... they were BREASTS. I took a deep breath as I stared down at them, "Impossible..." But as I looked closer, I couldn't deny that they were breasts. A woman's breasts. Nice... big... round... firm breasts... and on my chest as well. "This can't be..." Suddenly, I was VERY thankful that I was still too much in shock to fully take in the horror and confusion of what was hitting me. If I wasn't still at least a little emotionally numb, I might even have screamed out in panic. As it was, I tried to deny it, looking around instead. I couldn't make out everything about the parking lot and warehouse since the sun was in the middle of setting. But as I had seen earlier, there was no sign of the fire... of the cleanup crew... or of Force. "Force..." I whispered, suddenly wondering why he hadn't saved me. How come no one had come to look for me in the hole? Why was I just left there... Then I suddenly remembered WHY I had been put in that hole in the first place. That fight... No, not just the fight. It was Force. I remembered the way he suddenly slammed into the middle of our cleanup... not even seeming to care that there were people there while he was fighting. He didn't seem to care that there were all sorts of bright yellow containers and protection suits that were all clearly labeled BIOHAZARD sitting around either. Not even when he threw that fire guy right into the clearly labeled truck full of the stuff... or smashed up the containers. "FORCE!" I growled out, more force my voice than I'd been able to manage since my accident. HE was responsible for the accident. HE had brought the fight there, caused the explosion and everything else. Force was supposed to be some kind of super hero, but how could any hero be that careless... that reckless. However, I didn't have time to just sit around and be pissed at Force. I grimaced and realized that since no one had found me, I probably wasn't expected just yet. So it was up to me to get to the hospital myself and find out what the hell had happened to me. Unfortunately, I was nowhere near the hospital. In fact, I was much closer to the worst part of town. There was little in that area but a few warehouses, and close by there were the slums. And even worse, the Ruins. The Ruins was a part of the city that had once been a rather nice residential area, though as the decades passed, it slowly became more low income housing. But several years ago, there had been a fight between several developed, leaving more than a block in ruins. Every building that was still standing afterwards had been condemned; leaving the area free for the homeless, drug addicts and gangs to move into. Of course, there had been talk about leveling the Ruins and rebuilding something more useful there, and I had even heard some of that talk in my own office. However, it had yet to happen, and there were no set plans for it as of yet, due to local politics and economics. But at the moment, none of that was of much concern to me. Nothing was except for getting to someplace warm... someplace safe... and finding something to eat. The hospital was definitely high on my priorities, but several steps below a nice juicy hamburger. I quickly found my way into the Ruins, not having consciously intended on going into them. In fact, normally I would have steered clear of that place, though my current circumstance were far from normal. I was even a little startled when I looked around and realized that this was where I was at. Most of the buildings there were half rubble, and the ones that were still standing didn't look in great shape either. The streets were littered rubble and long abandoned cars, or at least what was left of them. No one had done too much cleaning of the area after those developed had half leveled it, and it showed. As I carefully made my way through the Ruins, I felt rather nervous... remembering some of the stories that I'd heard about that place. It wasn't a place that nice normal people tended to live anymore. Not by a long shot. Even the cops didn't bother going in there most of the time. However, it was too late now and I thought that it would probably be best if I just got through and away as quickly as possible. Strangely enough, I had half expected to see the streets completely filled with street gangs and the like, though I barely saw anyone at all. And those I did see were mostly glimpsed at a short distance, running across the street or dodging into what was left of one building or another. I suspected that most of the Ruin's residents had gone to shelter since it was already dark out. Then I finally heard some people talking and looked to see several people standing around a metal barrel with a fire in it. There were three of them and they didn't look like the gang members that I had imagined, but more like homeless people. Two of them were grizzled old men, and the third looked like an old bag lady, even having full shopping cart that she was leaning up against. "Hello," I started, nervous about them but my empty stomach trumped my caution. All three of them turned to look at me, and almost at once they all gasped in shock. The two men scooted back, looks of fear on their faces. Then one of them turned and ran away as fast as he possibly could. "It's a vampire..." the second man screamed in terror, quickly turning to join his companion in running away. The woman remained there for a moment longer, clutching possessively at her shopping cart, looking at me as if daring me to steal it. But as I tried smiling at her to show her that I meant no harm, that seemed to unnerve her more. "Mine..." she whispered, suddenly looking around as if expecting her friends to be there to back her up against me. And after realizing that she was there alone, she too turned and ran away from me. "Wait..." I tried calling out, though my voice was still too weak to carry far. After a moment, I realized that they were all gone... having run away from ME. They had actually been afraid of me. That was something of as surprise, though I realized that I had to look like hell after spending who knew how long in that hole. Of course, there was my bleached skin too, but I didn't want to think of that. Instead, I took the opportunity to look around where they had been gathered, to warm myself up a little around their fire. I'd begun feeling a little chilled, though definitely not cold enough to need it just yet. It wasn't really the fire that I was looking for though, but something to eat. Though I felt a little guilty, my grumbling stomach quickly quieted that. I looked around and didn't seem much of anything except for that woman's cart, so looked in there at the pile of stuff that it was filled with. And to my delight, some of it was food. There were several slightly overripe fruit, some stale bread and a number of dried and canned items. Without hesitation, I started eating. Only after I had stuffed my mouth did I really look at what else was in the cart. There were clothes, which I realized would be useful since my own had crumbled away. As it was, I was almost entirely naked, though I had been too dazed... and stubborn to pay that much attention. I grabbed a bunch of those up in my arms, as well as most of the food. Then, I turned my attention to the newspapers. There was quite a large stack of them as well. I looked at the paper on top, my eyes going wide as I saw the date on it. Assuming that it was that day's paper, I had been out of it for almost a week and a half. "Oh shit," I gasped as I dropped the paper back onto the stack. However, as I stuffed an entire Twinkie into my mouth, I thought of something else and quickly started going through the stack. That bag lady had a paper from almost every day it seemed, so I dug down, looking at the front pages and the dates until I found what I was looking for. "Here it is," I gasped as I looked at the front page article about the fight between Force and the burning man. I frantically read through the article, using the light from the fire to see by. To my disgust, it made the whole thing look like the burning man's fault. Where was the explanation that Force had been the one to bring the fight into the middle of where we were working? Or that he had been the one to cause all the damage while going after him? However, one line suddenly caught my attention. "...explosion caused the death of passerby Scott Felding who was incinerated in the blast..." For a moment, a very long moment, I just stared at the article in horror. It wasn't possible... I was dead... Or at least everyone thought that I was dead. That would certainly explain why no one had come looking for me in the hole. "Oh my God," I whispered in shock, realizing that everyone I worked with thought I was dead. My family and friends thought I was dead. Somehow, I was going to have to tell them that I was alive... But then, I let out a loud yawn, the exhaustion setting in again since I had finally filled my stomach. I grimaced, realizing that I wasn't going to make it to the hospital. I wasn't even going to make it back home. So with that, I picked up everything that I'd found in the cart that looked useful, then made my way into one of the shattered buildings. "Just great," I grumbled as I looked around the darkened interior, not feeling very safe. Especially when I reminded myself that every building around had been condemned. For all I knew, it could fall in on me at any moment. Then I muttered, "Relax," telling myself that if it hadn't fallen in yet, there didn't seem much chance of doing it overnight. The dark interior of the building though did make me thankful that I'd taken a pair of candles and a couple books of matches that I'd found in the cart as well. They quickly provided me with enough light to make my way further inside. Several times, I thought that I heard movement elsewhere in the moving, and not just the creaking. There were other people in the building, though I didn't think that any of them were really close to me. However, it was a reminder that I had to be careful of not just the building. The building that I was currently in was still half standing and had at one time been an old apartment building or hotel, so it wasn't too difficult to find a room that was suitable for the night. And by suitable, I meant that it was empty of other people and had a door that I could close, as well as things that I could jam against it to keep someone from coming in. Once I had barricaded myself into the room, I collapsed on the floor, wrapped in a blanket that I had taken and sleeping on a bed of clothes. It was the softest bed that I'd slept on in a week and a half, and I was immediately asleep. *** When morning came, I wasn't sure whether it had come too soon, or not soon enough. I would have preferred the comfort of my sleep to dealing with reality, yet at the same time, I knew that I couldn't put it off. I was going to have to face things. I grimaced as I lay there on the hard floor, thinking that I'd slept pretty well considering. Or at least I had, except for when I'd been awakened by the sound of gunfire somewhere in the distance, or someone screaming. But after those incidents, I was tired enough that I quickly fell back to sleep. "Some neighborhood," I mumbled to myself. Then I slowly sat up, feeling the new weight on my chest and quickly remembering what that weight was. I grimaced, quickly getting to my feet and trying not to look at my body too much. It was hard to avoid though since my clothes had almost entirely flaked away, and my chalk white skin was impossible to miss. It was only then that I looked around, seeing the tiny apartment that I was in clearly for the first time since there was sunlight pouring through the shattered windows. It was even worse off than I'd thought the night before, with the windows all missing and several holes through the walls. There was even one section of the floor that was extremely buckled under, looking as though it could collapse at any time. "What a shit hole," I grumbled, thinking that it was a wonder that the ceiling didn't fall in on me while I slept. With that, I started for what I thought was the bathroom, feeling a bit disgusted as I saw what kind of mess it was in. Then I positioned myself to use the toilet, noticing for the first time that I was lacking the necessary equipment. That should have been a complete shock to me, though it wasn't. I'd been half expecting something of that nature since I'd noticed my breasts and feminine hands. I winced, spitting, "Damn," as I looked between my legs, seeing that I did look just like a woman down there now. Except of course for the fact that my skin...and small patch of hair were chalk white. Though I was definitely not pleased with the fact that I now had an innie instead of an outie, there seemed little that I could do about it at the moment. I grimaced, feeling angry though pushing it back. Instead, I tried focusing on practicalities... like straddling the toilet so that I wouldn't actually have to touch it as I did my business. It felt strange... familiar yet different at the same time. Once I was done, I flushed the toilet... or at least tried to. The bowl had already been completely dry before my use, and flushing it hadn't changed that. Of course, it was obvious that there wouldn't be any water or electricity in a place like that, so I wasn't surprised. Just annoyed. "Fucking shit hole," I complained. Then I noticed the mirror. It was set over the sink, and cracked in several places. I knew that looking at it... or at myself in it would be a bad idea... a very bad idea. The very thought was terrifying. How badly was I scarred? Those people had run away in terror... But at the same time, I couldn't resist. After taking a deep breath, I looked into the mirror and let out a gasp. My eyes widened at the sight, then I had to try wiping the mirror clean to make sure that I was seeing what I was seeing. The face staring back at me wasn't all scarred and deformed like I had half expected, though it sure as hell wasn't my own face either. "Impossible..." I whispered, my hands going up to feel my face. The face that stared back at me was definitely a woman's face, and one that probably would have been very beautiful if it wasn't for the fact the skin was all chalk white. And not just the skin either. I had long white hair, and thin white arched eyebrows. But the strangest part were my eyes. Like my skin and hair... they were pure white. "Holy SHIT!" I blurted out, suddenly realizing why those people had run. I no longer looked human. With my pure white skin, hair and eyes... I looked completely unearthly. Inhuman. Especially my eyes. They made me look as though I could have been a statue or something. No, even worse, they made me look like I was a creature of the night... maybe a ghost or vampire. "No wonder they ran..." I whispered, suddenly feeling extremely tired. Turning from the mirror, I returned to the pile of clothes and blankets that I'd slept on, then sat down to slowly explore my body. Though I was tempted to scream, I tried my best to be objective... to pretend that I was looking at someone else. It wasn't easy, but it did help a little bit. As I'd already seen, my body was definitely all female now, at least as far as I could tell. And my skin was not only chalk white but very smooth. In fact, other than on my head and pubic area, I didn't seem to have a single hair left on my body. I nervously looked at my breasts, thinking that they were absolutely huge. They certainly felt like it. Though I wasn't any kind of expert, I guessed them to be about a D cup or something. Whatever their cup size, they were round and firm. Perfect breasts... if they had been flesh colored, and of course, on a real woman rather than me. Once I was finished, I had to admit that I had a very sexy and feminine body, and knew that if my skin color had been more normal, I'd probably have guys tripping over themselves to get close to me. But as was... I was a freak. An unnatural looking freak. And I hated it. Both the freak part, and the curvy woman's body part. "Damn it," I growled. Then after giving my body a look of disgust, I started getting dressed in the clothes that I'd stolen. None of them fit of course, and even worse, they were all dirty and probably infested with fleas or something. However, they were better than nothing and at least provided a way for me to hide my body from my sight. Since I was dressed, I turned my attention to the next important business. Breakfast. My appetite was beginning to return, so I started in on the rest of my food cache. If nothing else, it helped to take my mind off my changed body for a few minutes, though just barely. And when I had finished eating, I looked down at the newspaper that I'd found the night before. The one with the article. I picked it up and read through it again, then several more times, each time getting angrier and angrier. "That fucking bastard!" I screamed out, thinking of Force. Force had been responsible for the whole thing. He'd been so reckless... so careless. He was the one who'd brought the fight to where we were at in the first place, the one who destroyed everything nearby just to hit that burning man... and the one who didn't seem to care if anyone... meaning me, got hurt in the process... I was furious as I thought about it. And I was even more furious as I thought about the article, which didn't even say a word about Force having caused the disaster. Instead, they blamed everything on the burning man. The villain. From what I'd seen, he'd been more trying to get away than anything. It was Force who had done all the real damage. Suddenly, I remembered that this wasn't the first time. I couldn't help remembering the scandal from several months earlier. At the time, Force had been leading his own team of developed called the Elite. They were supposedly the elite of the developed hero community, composed of some very powerful as well as famous heroes. However, most of them were known more for solo work than for being part of a team. The Elite had been fighting some sort of living mannequin, but all of those powerful and 'elite' heroes couldn't even stop her. And in the process, they went too far, getting reckless and leveling half the neighborhood. It was Force and his team that had done that... not the mannequin... who somehow managed to get away. And the whole fight had been caught on video. But as humiliating as that had been for Force and the Elite, it was made even worse when some kind of robot had appeared a short distance away from where they were at and leveled everything nearby. And as close as the Elite were... they didn't even show up to stop the robot. Instead, it was the very mannequin that they had just been fighting. That whole situation had created a large scandal and was big news at the time. The Elite had become laughingstocks almost overnight and their team disbanded, with each of the members going their separate ways, apparently pretending that they had never even been a team in the first place. "Force," I spat, knowing that it was exactly the same thing. He'd been reckless then... living up to his name and destroying nearly everything in sight, just like he had been at the cleanup. I had no idea how long I just sat there, thinking about Force and what had had done to me. But eventually, I had to calm down and focus on more practical matters, such as getting home. And of course, getting to the doctor to see if they could do something. Of course, I knew that there was probably nothing that they could do for me. I'd never heard of any kind of normal doctor or medicine being able to deal with something like what had happened to me. However, I didn't want to admit that... or even think about it. After wrapping even more clothes around myself to help hide my skin and hair color, I carefully left the room and headed out of the Ruins as fast as I could. The whole time, I thought about my home on the other side of the city and wished that I had my car. But unfortunately, I'd caught a ride to the parking lot with one of the cleanup crew, which meant that I was on my own. I hated the thought of having to walk all the way home, but I knew that there probably wasn't much other choice. I didn't have the money for a taxi and didn't know who I could possibly call for a ride. Somehow, I couldn't think of a single person who could help me, who was close enough for me to actually tell what had happened. Or who might actually believe that I was me. While I was walking, I couldn't help noticing the way people looked at me. They were looks of disgust, followed by quickly averting the eyes. Everyone seemed to think that I was a bag lady or something, but then again, I supposed that I looked like one, being wrapped up in dirty clothes the way I was. Of course, the looks were much better than the rude comments which where occasionally hurled in my direction as well. It took me all day, and a number of breaks, but I finally got home. I let out a long sigh of relief once it was in sight, thinking only of how great it would be to take a nice long bath... to get off my aching feet, have a nice meal and sleep in my own comfortable bed. Even the doctor could wait until I'd had all of those. However, when I got to the door and remembered that I didn't have my key on me, I let out a stream of curses. It must have been left back in that hole I'd been stuck in, or possibly even destroyed like my clothes and just about everything else. Either way, I wasn't going to be able to get in that way. But when I went to my window to see if I could get in that way, I was in for another surprise. "What the hell?" I demanded, staring through the window at my empty living room. It was completely empty, not even any furniture or pictures on the walls. "My stuff..." I made my way around, looking through all the other windows, but it was more of the same. My entire house was empty. Even my car was missing. I collapsed onto my front steps in shock, not sure what had happened or what to do next. I'd been gone for just a few days and I got robbed of everything. Then I remembered the newspaper article. "I'm dead." I winced at those words. My landlord must have heard about my supposed death and decided to clear my stuff out so that he could rent the place to someone else. Either that, or my parents had come down and done removed all my stuff themselves. And if they'd done it, then just about everything that I owned had probably already been given away to Goodwill or something. "Nothing," I whispered in horror. "Nothing left..." And I didn't just mean that there was nothing left in my house... nothing left that I owned. I had nothing... not even my own face anymore. Not even my own body. Even my own family thought that I was dead and gone. EVERYTHING that I had was gone. Nothing remained. After that, I just sat on my steps and cried, feeling ashamed of doing so but unable to help myself. If this wasn't something worth crying for, I didn't know what was. Some time later though, one of my neighbors came walking past, pausing to glare at me in disgust. That was a bit startling since we'd always been on good terms, but there he was, giving me the same dirty looks that everyone else did. "Get going," he snapped at me, "this isn't a shelter..." I stood up, suddenly feeling angry. I'd lost everything and that asshole wanted to talk to me like that? I tore back the hat and clothes that I was wearing to hide my face, giving him a full look. The look of shock and fear on his face was priceless and at another time might have made me laugh. "Oh, I'll get going all right," I snarled at him, then paused to look back, "There isn't anything here for me..." Not anymore. With that, I took a menacing step towards him, while he took a nervous step back. Then I grimaced and started walking again. My legs were already killing me from all the walking that I'd done that day, and I knew that the bottoms of my feet were probably covered with blisters. But at the moment, I wanted to get as far away from my former home as I could. I only went about a block further though before I had to stop. It was already starting to get dark out and I was completely exhausted. Somehow, I didn't think that my legs could take much more of that at the moment. I needed a place to stay for the night and something to eat. However, I knew that at the moment, I would have trouble getting either. In the end, I snuck into someone's backyard and made good use of their shed to sleep in. It wasn't very comfortable, but it wasn't really much worse than the night before. It almost seemed as though I was getting used to misery. Unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about the food at the moment. The next day, I woke up sore and achy, barely having slept at all. It took almost all of my willpower to even get moving, especially after how much I'd overexerted myself the day before. However, the thought of being caught in the shed by the owners provided enough motivation to get me going again. I cursed under my breath almost constantly as I slowly moved away from my former home, not sure where I could go or what I could do. I only knew that I couldn't stay there... I couldn't go back. Not to my home, not to my job and even my friends and family. Every one of them thought that I was dead and I couldn't face breaking their hearts by showing up alive again, and revealing what kind of freak that I'd been turned into. At least not until I could get turned back to normal, and I wasn't holding my breath on that one. Just when I had thought that I'd lost all luck, I was delighted to find a five dollar bill on the ground. I stared at it for a moment, unsure if it was really there. Or maybe if someone nearby had dropped it. However, I quickly snatched it up and hurried away, hoping that if someone had accidentally dropped, it they didn't see me pick it up. Normally, I wouldn't have done something like that, but that wasn't normal circumstances. "Finders keepers, losers weepers," I muttered to myself as I left the 'scene of the crime'. Since I was half starving, the answer to what to do with the money was obvious. Food. And fortunately, there was a McDonald's right in front of me. If I'd had the energy, I would have run. "Imagine," I muttered bitterly, thinking that a five dollar bill was a fortune or that McDonald's was the greatest food ever. It disgusted me that I'd been reduced to that. As soon as I stepped inside of the restaurant, I was met with a number of hostile stares. I grimaced, trying to ignore them as I made my way to the counter anyway. The pimple faced kid behind the register looked rather nervous, glancing back to his manager for reassurance. "Big Mac combo meal," I told him, nearly drooling at the thought. "Sorry. Can you repeat that?" the boy asked. I groaned and repeated my order, but he shook his head, "I still couldn't make that out..." It was then that I thought about the scarf that I was using to hide my face and slowly moved it back to give my order. The boy's eyes widened as he got a good look of my face... of my chalk white skin and dead looking eyes. He looked as though he was either going to scream or feint. "Go ahead and stare," I snapped at him, aware of everyone behind the counter giving me those looks. I slapped my bill on the counter, "Just give me a Big Mac combo..." "What the hell is she?" I heard someone off to my side demand. Another person gasped, "God... those clothes... How can anyone live like that..." I grimaced, biting back the urge to yell and scream at them as I waited impatiently. The people behind the counter hurried to give me my order, even before people who'd been waiting there longer. It was obvious that they wanted to get rid of me, especially since they didn't even bother to hide their stares. As soon as I had my food in hand, I hurried out the door, well aware of the people who continued to stare. One teenage boy even followed me for half a block, calling out names and insults before he finally lost interest. "I can't believe it," I spat out viscously as I found a secluded spot where I could eat my meal in peace. I was burning in rage as I thought about my experience in the restaurant. The way they'd treated me had been horrible... as though I hadn't even been human. Everyone who saw my white skin was like that. Suddenly, I realized one more problem that I now had because of my... accident. I had a college education... but I couldn't even get a job at McDonalds. Who would possibly hire a freak like me? While I was sitting there, I heard something nearby... a bunch of yelling, followed by sirens. Curious, I looked around the corner and saw that there was a building on fire. Several cop cars were already gathering around, though no fire engines had yet to show up. Suddenly, I saw THEM. It was the E.R.S. The Emergency Rescue Squad. Definitely a strange name for a super hero group, but these were an odd group of super heroes. All four of them were arriving in a floating pink bubble. I stared at them, having seen them on the news a number of times but this was the first time that I'd actually seen them live. The E.R.S. was unusual in that it was the only super hero group that I knew of that actually worked for the city. They were all city employees, and most of them didn't bother with secret identities, though they did still keep the costumes and silly names. First was Pursuit... a black man with a black and white spandex costume, with a gold police badge on his chest. He had been a normal cop before something caused him to develop the ability to run at super speeds. But instead of putting on a costume and being a super hero, he just continued to do his normal job... albeit with developed powers. This had made him such a media hit, that he had been given a spandex costume and code name anyway. Next was Rescue, a blonde man wearing a red and white costume with a big red cross on his chest. He had a number of pouches and stuff on his costume as well to hold medical supplies. He was a real strange one among super heroes, having been a medic before gaining the ability to make force field bubbles. He used those to fly with, to get into difficult locations and protect people. But what made him an oddity was that he used his abilities not to chase down and fight criminals, but to find people who needed rescuing and getting them medical attention and to safety. Pursuit and Rescue had both been such a big hit in the local news, that the city council had recruited them both for a team of developed devoted to dealing with emergencies. Sometimes those emergencies involved rogue developed, but just as often dealt with anything else that needed help. Smoke was the next member of the team, a dark skinned, black haired woman with a black spandex costume. She had the power to actually turn her body into smoke... to sort of fly that way and get into tight spaces. Of course, she also had the ability to shoot fire from her hands, but that was sort of downplayed in the media due to it being more dangerous. The last member of the team was Nexus, the only one who wore a mask and kept her real identity secret. She claimed in interviews that this was because she had a family that she was protecting. Nexus had dark brown hair and wore a costume that was mostly blue with some gold, also having a gold metal mask. From what I'd heard on the news, she was extremely strong, very tough and had sharper than normal senses. As I watched, everyone of the E.R.S. arrived in Rescues' force field bubble, then immediately went to work. I was amazed as they hurried to get inside the building, then pulled everyone to safety. It was so quick... so efficient. "That's the way heroes should be," I thought aloud, helping people rather than hurting them... like Force. It didn't take long for the whole situation to be settled, with the fire department arriving the E.R.S. left the same way they'd arrived. I waited a minute more, then wrapped my face back up and turned to continue on my way. But on my way to where, I didn't really know. I didn't have any place to go now. But after I had started, it suddenly dawned on me that I did know. That was why I'd been walking in that direction. I was going back to the only place left for me... the Ruins. *** It had been four days since I had witnessed the heroics of the Emergency Rescue Squad, and two days since I had returned to the Ruins after having visited my old home for the last time. Somehow, I doubted that I would ever be able to return to that life, even if I should be cured by some miracle, and knew that the Ruins was the only place left to someone like me. Currently, I was sitting in a place of darkness, lit only by the light that came from several small narrow windows up above. The walls and floor were both concrete, being softened up only by the small pile of blankets and clothes that I had managed to salvage. It was not a great place of comfort, but it was one of security. Or at least as much security as I could find in the Ruins. After I had returned to the Ruins, I knew that I couldn't stay in that abandoned room like I had the first night. There were too many other people around, people staying in nearby rooms... and people who weren't all nice. There were gang members and drug addicts, several of which I'd witnessed getting violent from a distance. That was why I had chosen to find another place. A place that was a little more hidden... and a lot more secure. I scrounged around for more than half a day when I had stumbled across it almost by accident. It was an abandoned... and apparently forgotten basement for one of the more heavily damaged buildings. Even the small slit windows at ground level were almost completely obscured by the rubble that surrounded the building. Only the bottom floor of that building remained, though only half of it was really stable. I had been looking inside when I found what appeared to be where the rubble had collapsed. However, a second look revealed that there was a large opening in the rubble, and a bit of a hallway beyond. The hall didn't go far before becoming completely sealed, though in that short distance was a stairway down to the basement. It was a small basement that was structurally intact, the most intact part of the entire building. Light came in through the two small and hidden windows to the street, and there was a metal door that could be locked from the inside. I had immediately realized that this would be the perfect place to stay while I was in the Ruins. It was both hidden and secure. And I quickly went about making it even more so, hiding the opening in the rubble to prevent anyone else from discovering it as well. At the moment, I might have been in a place that was fairly secure, but that didn't make me feel much better. In fact, I was feeling pretty horrible and had been since I'd woken up a short time earlier. Every muscle in my body ached, especially my stomach. I was beginning to suspect that I had food poisoning, not surprising considering my dinner from the night before came out of a dumpster behind a grocery store. "I can't believe I did that," I complained to myself with a grimace. I'd been eating out of dumpsters. At first, I'd been extremely disgusted by the idea when I saw other Ruins residents doing so, but then my stomach started getting more insistent. Finally, I'd broken down and at least looked, being delighted when I found 'good' food having been thrown out. There were cans of food thrown out because they were out of their expiration date. "I can't believe that I've been reduced to THIS," I spat out bitterly. Just a few weeks earlier, I had a nice home, a good job and almost sixty thousand in my bank account. But now... now I a homeless freak who'd been reduced to living off of other people's garbage. If it wasn't so pitiful, it would have been hilarious. Taking a deep breath, I poked at my breasts, having ignored them as much as possible since my transformation. It hadn't been easy, especially with the fact that they were so large... so prominent. And... God help me, so sensitive. At the moment though, they were even more sensitive than before, at least the nipples were. They were sore as well. "Maybe it's some kind of cancer," I thought aloud, having thought of that possibility before. I didn't know what kind of changes that my body had really undergone due to that toxic goo, and for all I knew, my whole body could be riddled with it now. Sure, I'd felt pretty decent up until that morning...at least considering, but who knew how these things worked. Just then, I realized that I felt something warm and sticky between my legs. I gasped, wondering if I'd accidentally pissed myself, but when I put a hand down there to feel... I realized that it wasn't. And when I pulled my hand back up to look at it, I was even more horrified to see that my fingers were coated in blood. "Oh SHIT!" I cried out, staring at my fingers in horror. My heart raced and I felt like screaming in panic. I was bleeding... I was bleeding and I couldn't get to the hospital for help. I jumped to my feet, my thoughts racing a thousand miles an hour. I was hurt... I had internal bleeding... The accident had hurt me worse than I thought and now I was hemorrhaging. I was going to bleed to death, right there in the middle of that hellhole called the Ruins. I paced around in my little hidey-hole for the next hour, knowing that moving around so much was a bad idea, that it would make me bleed even faster, but unable to help myself. What else could I do? I sure as hell couldn't get medical attention like I was, even if I could get to the hospital. But strangely enough, even as I paced, I didn't seem to be bleeding any heavier, or even getting any weaker. Then suddenly, it dawned on me. I froze where I was, staring down at myself in horror, my eyes going wide at the impossibility of it. "No way... It can't be..." My hands quickly patted the flat area between my legs, the place that was formerly occupied by my male equipment. And as I did so, the sinking knowledge of just what the sickness and bleeding really were soaked in. It wasn't food poisoning, which would have been much more comforting, or even internal bleeding. At least not of the sort that I had thought. "I'm having a... a..." I stared down at myself, at the marks of femininity, which protruded from my chest, visible even beneath the clothes I was wearing, "I'm having a Goddamn PERIOD!" At that very moment, I didn't know whether to let out a scream of horror, a sigh of relief that I wasn't dying like I'd thought... or just burst out laughing at the ludicrousness of it all. Instead, I collapsed to the ground and started crying. *** "Nothing should bleed this long and still be alive," I spat as I looked through a pile of trash, hoping to find something useful. It was the second day of my period, and I was not happy in the least. I was sore, achy and in a VERY bad mood. And of course, there was also the fact that I was making a bit of a mess. "No wonder women are such bitches when they're on the rag," I muttered, feeling pretty bitchy myself at the moment. Though I hated the looking like a woman, my new period had shown that my transformation wasn't just skin deep. I now not only looked female... but apparently was one as well. And at the moment, I was hating that even more than before. "How can they live like this?" I grumbled, "Every single month..." I could almost understand why women would want to get pregnant now. That way they'd at least get a break from their periods. As ironic as it was, at the moment I would have killed for a sanitary napkin, a pad... or even a tampon. Anything to clean this up a bit. As it was, I'd been reduced to wearing shorts stuffed with rags, which was neither sanitary nor effective. Unfortunately, it was all that I had at the moment. "That fucking bastard," I screamed out, forgetting my normal caution to stay hidden for a moment, "It's all his fault." Of course, I meant Force. With every day, I'd been hating him more and more. Every bit of my misery was because of him. Then I paused as I caught sight of something in the pile of trash, being distracted from my troubles for just a moment. But only a moment. It was a big cutting knife. It was dull, a bit rusted... but still usable. Now if I could find a way to sharpen it, I'd have a useful weapon. And living in the Ruins, that would definitely be useful. Once I had the knife, I slipped it into my clothes, taking a nervous look around. Fortunately, I didn't see anyone nearby. Of course, that wasn't too much of a surprise considering that most of the people that lived in the Ruins had been avoiding me, running away or hiding as soon as they saw me. Apparently, the people that I'd run into the first night had spread stories about me, and now everyone thought that I was some sort of living dead that might drink their blood or something. It was a but unnerving to realize that people actually thought of me like that, but it was a bit of a relief at the same time. It made people leave me alone. "Alone..." I whispered sadly, knowing just how alone I really was now. I didn't have anyone anymore. It was definitely a lonely existence. After a moment, I let out a sigh then gave another quick look at the trash pile. They might be avoiding me, but I wasn't going to push my luck and avoided staying out in the open for too long. I picked up the few useful items that I'd found in my scrounging, then hurried away, determined to get back to the safety of my basement before anyone became brave enough to try coming after me. I was just thankful that I still had a few cans of veggies saved so that I didn't have to go looking for food again either. While I was on my way back, I caught sight of some guy wearing rags vanishing into a building. I wondered if he was running from me, or if it was something else. But in the end, it didn't matter. I continued moving to safety, when I saw someone else in the distance as well. However, this time it was a man who was just sitting there, not running away or anything. I watched for a minute, but he showed no signs of moving. That did seem just a little strange. After waiting for just a little longer, I started walking in his direction. I knew that it probably wasn't a smart idea, that I should just avoid him like I avoided everyone else. But the truth was, I was feeling a bit lonely, even if I told myself instead that I was just going to check it out. When I got closer, I saw that he was an old man, looking to be in his fifties or so. It was hard to be certain though due to his old clothes and somewhat dirty face. He looked in my direction, giving a bit of a smile, showing that about half his teeth were missing. "Howdy," the old man called out to me, his hand going to a hammer that was sitting next to him, but making no effort to pick it up or threaten me with it. "Um... hi," I started nervously, not sure what to say. He was the first person that I'd really talked to at all since my transformation. And at the moment, I wasn't even wearing anything to cover my face, so he had a full view of my face. "You have a nice voice," the old man told me. Then he abruptly changed the subject, "The name's Hank..." "Nice to meet you," I told him as I moved closer, feeling nervous but a little more comfortable. He didn't seem dangerous. It was just then that I noticed his eyes, and the fact that he wasn't looking straight at me. Sure, he was looking in my direction, but his eyes didn't seem to be focused. And they looked just a little cloudy. "Are you blind?" I abruptly asked, staring closer at him and fighting back the urge to wave my hands in front of his face. Hank shrugged, "Yep. Well... at least mostly. I've still got a little bit, but I can only make out light or some shapes when they're really close like..." I let out a sigh, "That explains it..." No wonder he wasn't running. He didn't see my face... my pure white eyes or chalk skin. Then Hank frowned, "You the one they been talking bout... The ghost girl..." "I guess," I responded as I sat down in front of him, "But I'm not a ghost or anything. I've just got... a medical condition." That sounded a bit more reasonable than telling him that I was a mutant freak who'd been changed by toxic waste. "Never put much stock in talk anyway," Hank told me with a smile, "Glad to meet ya..." He held out his hand, which I shook. I remained there and talked with Hank for a little while, finding that he was a rather nice old guy. Most of all though, it was just nice to be able to talk to someone... someone who treated me like a person, not the freak that I really was. However, I wasn't completely comfortable with staying out in the open for too long, nor was I feeling well. My period was still making my life a living hell... or at least a bigger one than it already was. Just as I was leaving, Hank called out, "Maybe we can talk again sometime." Then to himself, he added, "Nice lady. Too bad everyone's scared a her..." That last almost made me smile. *** I was surrounded by darkness, lit only by the small fire that I'd built to provide light and keep myself warm. There was only so much that it could do for my basement home, but what it did provide was very welcome. Then I turned away from the fire, looking towards the windows... knowing that no one would see any light from the fire on the other side. Not only were the windows positioned in such a way to much such a thing very unlikely, but I'd also build my fire in a spot where the light wouldn't even reach the windows. It had been two days since I had met Hank, and thankfully, my period seemed to be slowing down. The whole experience had been something of a nightmare, and I didn't look forward to experiencing it again the next month. "Mydol," I muttered, "Need to find some..." Of course, that was on a very long list of things that I would like to get my hands on. The first on the list was Force's neck, followed by a cure and then a good comfortable bed and a great tasting meal. Unfortunately, none of those seemed very likely at the moment. I had no idea why I was just sitting in darkness, doing nothing but wasting fuel for the fire and thinking. It was already late enough that I should have been in bed and sleeping, that was if I had a real bed worth the name. Fortunately, my pile of clothing had increased, making my bed a bit bigger and softer, though still no match for the real thing. Then, I sat upright, hearing something coming from outside. I moved closer to the windows and listened, realizing that it was... laughter. That and singing. Neither of which were things that I'd heard in the Ruins since being there. I'd heard yelling, gunshots and all sorts of strange banging noises, but never anything like those. I remained in my basement for a little longer, growing more and more curious about the noises that I was hearing. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. I just had to know. I had to find out what the hell was going on. After taking a deep breath, I carefully left the safety of my basement, following the sounds until I found them, sitting right outside the building next to mine. There were four men, homeless men rather than gang members, and they were all sitting around a small bonfire, laughing and singing. As I cautiously moved closer, I realized that one of them was Hank. And then I saw that they were passing a bottle around, each taking a drink before passing it to the next. Suddenly, one of them caught sight of me. He stared at me for a moment, giving me an odd look before bursting out laughing. "It's that vampire lady..." One of the others giggled, "She's gonna take our souls..." But then Hank looked around, not even in my direction. "Why dontcha come have a drink lady..." "What?" I asked in surprise, even more surprised when the other three hadn't really objected. "Why dontcha have a drink?" Hang grinned, holding the bottle out. I hesitated, then slowly moved closer, taking the bottle from his hands. It was obvious that he and the other guys were pretty smashed, or otherwise they probably wouldn't have stuck around after seeing me there. But as I looked at them... at the dazed looks in their eyes, I couldn't help thinking that whatever they were on, it was more than just booze. I sniffed the bottle, suspecting that it was probably in there. "Spiked," I muttered to myself. "Drink up," one of the nameless men urged me. "Yeah..." another grinned, "Drink our blood..." I rolled my eyes at that and sighed said, "What the hell..." After hesitating only a moment more, I took a long drink, nearly gagging as I did so. It was some sort of cheap whisky... or at least I thought that it was. It was pretty rough going down. "Smooth..." I gasped out, earning some laughs. With that, I sat down with the others, feeling the effects of the booze... and whatever else was in there hitting me real quick. I soon felt real lightheaded and strange. But I continued to take drinks from the bottle as it was passed around to me. And before long, I was even singing along with the group. Suddenly, I looked around and realized that everything around me looked extremely strange. That caused a brief thought that maybe it was acid in the booze, but that quickly passed, as I was lost in the strangeness surrounding me. It was as though everything was made of sand... but with much tinier grains. Smaller than I could even see... yet somehow I could. I could sort of feel it everywhere... in the walls... in the ground... and even in the air. "Wow..." I whispered in dazed amazement. I just stared at pavement in front of me for some time, lost to almost everything else. It was like sand... Really... really fine sand. And with that thought, I giggled and started making a sandcastle. A really nice one... or at least that was my only thought at the time. And after I had finished with my sandcastle, I turned my attention back to the others. I accepted several more drinks and joined them in more off tune songs before eventually falling asleep right there in front of the fire. *** When I awoke in the morning, I felt less than at my best. I was chilly and my body ached all over from sleeping on the hard pavement. Even my head pounded horribly, another remnant from drinking too much the night before. "This is worse than the damn period," I groaned as I slowly sat up, thinking that at least this would be gone by the end of the day and wouldn't keep coming back automatically every month. Once I was fully sitting up, I looked around and realized that the others were gone. I wasn't sure wheth