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Nightblade: Genesis
By Lucretia
Prologue: Lisa
I sat, thoughts whirling about like a million strange planets on
stranger orbits. They were memories of a past life, now gone. Pleasant
memories, for the most part, but they were...foggy? No, If I chose, I
could remember everything well. I knew that once I had been a man of
40, working in my own business. Memories are funny. When I wondered
what the HVAC business had been like, a memory surfaced on how to
properly estimate a boiler job. It was like discovering a moon around a
planet that had been heretofore unknown. No, they weren't foggy, they
were just...distant, like the orbit of Neptune or Pluto. I had chosen,
made a decision within, and simply separated myself from that life. I
had good reasons. For one, My wife and children. Oh, I knew they were
taken care of monetarily. It's just that, well... I wasn't in there
lives anymore.
Great, I thought. More masculine BS from the insecurity department.
I roused myself from thought. Since graduating from the university, I'd
gone on to become a successful businesswomen. I'm Lisa Stephens, and
can I help you find the house of your dreams?
I laughed and glanced across my desk, up to the clock on the wall.
Felix the cat said it was six-thirty. It had been a long day, and I had
been unwinding in my office, feet lamenting in mercy at their escape
from my heels. I slipped into them, mindful of putting a rip in my
pantyhose, and got up and crossed to the door.
Most of the males in the office are decent guys. I never dated any of
them, no thank you, business doesn't mix well with pleasure in my case.
Roger waved a curt goodbye, groaning as his phone rang. Guess he
wouldn't be getting home early. Judging from the gossip I'd heard about
his wife, that was probably a blessing.
Shirl passed me on her way out of the woman's room, saying 'Good night
Miss Stephens' in a very dry, businesslike tone. She was one of the
(Many, unfortunately) women in the office that looked on me with a
species of disgust. Shirl, and many of her ilk, held the claim that I
had screwed, manipulated, and outright blackmailed myself to the top. I
sighed, noting the change in her face as I passed into what she thought
was my blind side. The mirror over the sink gave her away. Nothing
could be further from the truth.
In the mirror I checked my makeup, noting a need to touch-up my
mascara. Realty executives need to look their best, even going home.
While I fixed my makeup, I thought back on one of the differences
between men and women. If Shirl and I had been male, a fight, probably
in a bar, would have ensued. We'd beat the snot out of each other and,
afterward, there was a chance we'd get along. Rumors had a way of
lasting a very long time, despite your best efforts to dispel them.
Well, you took the bad with the good.
Finished, I exited to the parking lot. My 'Daily Driver' was a 2005
Dodge Avenger, a far cry from the Porsche's and Lamborghini's I'd
stolen in my wild days. Those had ended in a sad tragedy during
college. I got in and began the commute home.
Traffic was rather well on the ride home. I remembered blazing through
similar roads, music blaring out of some high-end sports sedan. Young,
carefree, and dangerous. It was not my nature to reminisce on times
long gone. Why was all of this suddenly returning to me?
I pulled into my house's double-bay garage and got out, smoothing my
skirt behind me. The other bay was vacant, and for a moment I wondered
why I'd ever chosen this house when a single-bay garage home would have
been much cheaper. Ah, well, I mused, I could always find a buyer. It
was in a well-to-do neighborhood, and its value had appreciated since
purchase.
Pookie and Fernslayer greeted me as I opened the basement door. Both
cats meowed and tried to brush against me. "No you don't" I said,
gently caressing their back's with my hands as to made sure to avoid
getting cat hair on my skirt and hose.
I undressed and dressed in spandex shorts and an oversized tee and got
on the treadmill. After I reached twenty-five, I'd had to work out
daily to keep up my figure. While not being easy, the endorphins were a
good rush.
After about an hour, I undressed again and slipped into the tub. My
body relaxed in the warm water, tension easing away from my joints. At
thirty-five, I was still in good shape. Breasts that only showed the
barest hint of sagginess, as if gravity had not yet discovered them.
The scars there were almost invisible. My curves, dynamite in my late
teens to early twenty's, had only begun to acquire cellulite. A twisted
scar ran from my right thigh to my kneecap. I traced it for a moment.
My legs and feet, arguably my best feature, had been untouched.
After getting out of the tub, I donned a black pair of jeans and a
matching tee shirt. My living room I decorated with plenty of band
posters of yesteryear. Iron Maiden, Megadeth, Metallica, all of the
bands I adored back in my 'Real' youth.
"Nice to see you again, Lisa."
The voice came from directly behind me. I spun, dizzy, to meet the
intruder. Oh, shit, I remarked to myself, she's come back.
The young girl in front of me appeared as she had, all those years ago.
Her long hair had changed from blond to a color similar to my own. The
face was the same, the face of a girl who knows all the dirty jokes.
"Thanks for noticing my hair. Kelly likes it better this way. Mind if I
sit?" I nodded and she sat down on the loveseat. "Nice and comfortable.
I approve."
Irritation bubbled up within me. "How nice to get your stamp of
approval, dear."
Stargirl laughed. "You've still got your sarcasm. C'mon, sit down.
Shit, would you liven up a bit? I've got good news."
"The only good news" I said, taking a seat in the couch "Would be
seeing you disappear."
She seemed thoughtful for a moment. Then, nodding "I was sorry to learn
about the accident and your loss. Believe me, that wasn't my
intention."
I looked at her, searching for a lie. I'm sure a goddess like her
could, but I had the idea she was telling the truth. Should I believe
her? I dismissed my foul mood as best as I could. "What do you want?" I
asked, curios.
She smiled. "I want you to help me. See, I've got this project I'm
working on. It involves someone like you with a taste for adventure, a
dedicated attitude, and a lust for speed."
I felt my eyes and my regard harden into sliver's of ice. "What kinda
sick joke is this, bitch? Sara.." I was unable to continue. How long
had I been paying the price for my beloved's demise? Far too long.
Her smile died. "I'm sorry. Look, what have you got? Two cats to share
your house with and nobody else in your life. Your getting older and
wiser, but you're still paying penance for an accident that wasn't
entirely your fault."
"I was driving."
"Yeah, but she was encouraging you. Its like..." She trailed off. When
she resumed, her demeanor had taken on a somber quality. "All right.
I'll let you be." She began to disappear.
Something changed in me then. Some old flicker of the person I'd been,
some deep-seated emotion pushed its way out of a crack in a wall I'd
sealed up years ago. "Wait." I said softly. Her form swam back into
view.
"Are you doing this to me?" I asked slowly.
She studied me for a minute and began to smile. It was a glad smile,
the smile of the poor when they get an unexpected gift. "Not in the
slightest bit."
I sat, deep in thought. The fire, the devil-may-care look in Sara's
eyes. Her live-in-the-moment tenacious attitude.
"What do you want me to do." I asked, wonderingly.
There was a wet look in Stargirl's eyes. "I've seen star's born in
fiery explosions, but nothing compares to seeing the re-birth of
something like this." She got up, came over and gave me a hug. "I want
you to become Nightblade"
There was talk after that, hours of talk and who knew what else. I was
to become her agent of change, she told me. "So I'm going to be turning
men into women?" I giggled for what had to be the first time in seven
years.
"That and more, but for now, that's it. Your training is going to take
a long time, Especially learning to navigate the lay-lines."
"Lay-Lines?" I asked, confused.
"Lines of power in space, time, and dimension that are straighter then
straight."
Now my head was spinning in confusion. "Straighter then straight?"
"Look here." We were sitting at my kitchen table. She pulled out a
telephone bill, and flipped it over to the nearly-blank side. She held
her right arm up for a moment, snapped her fingers, and a ruler
appeared. "Draw the straightest line you possibly can."
Bewildered, I picked up a pencil and took the ruler from her hand. I
drew the line perfectly.
"Now close your eyes."
I complied, and felt fingers trace across my closed lids.
"Now open them, but look right at the line, nothing else."
When I opened my eyes, the line had taken on a curve. Just to the side,
I saw another, straighter line, one that seemed to go on forever. I
glanced at this newer line, and had to fight a battle with my gorge to
keep my supper down. She quickly snapped her fingers and the line
disappeared.
"What you saw is the curvature in space." She said. And then
apologetically, "It takes awhile to get used to."
"Why are you showing me this?"
"Because the laws of aerodynamics really suck for a car. If you need to
be somewhere faster then the car can go, you need to use lay-lines."
"Your mixing magic and science!"
"Yes, indeed I am."
We talked for a bit more, and then she gestured to me. "C'mon, the
car's waiting."
I followed her into my garage. Sitting in the second bay was a black
late-seventies Corvette in pristine condition. A Weiland eight-seventy-
one blower stuck out of the hood in a bulge. "You like it?" She asked
proudly.
I managed to stumble out "Eh...Well...its nice...but not really my
style."
She turned toward me truculently. "You shitting on my 'Vette?" She
asked, amazed.
I managed to contain a laugh. "You know what shrinks call something
like that, right?"
"Yeah." She giggled. "A big replacement penis."
I turned my face towards the ceiling and bawled laughter.
"So what do you want, or should I look though your pretty head?"
I turned my attention back toward her. I rummaged though my memory for
something that looked REALLY sexy and fast. A movie title climbed its
way out of my gray matter. "Wrath?...No...Wraith! The Wraith. Dodge
M4S."
She whistled. "Ooooh, Bad girl!" She snapped her fingers and the
sexiest car in the world appeared.
I looked over my black beauty. The front hung just over an inch from
the ground. Headlights obscured in black plastic. A four inch slit in
the hood. Gold rims. Notches in the doors for cooling. A rear spoiler
that reached from one side of the car to another. Wow. Totally Rad.
Stargirl got into the specifics. "PPG Interceptor. Four Valve, Dual-
OverHead Cam mill with Sequential-fire fuel injection. Intercooled
Twin-turbochargers. Three stage dry NOS system. Mid-engine, Rear-wheel
drive. Eight-point roll-cage, five point racing harness for both driver
and passenger. XM satellite radio with enough metal mp3's to take you
around the earth eighteen times without repeat. And that's just the
basics. The car's one of only three in existence, and, yes, this was
one of the actual prop cars used in the movie."
"Awesome. Totally."
Stargirl's eyes flashed, mischievously. "Now all we gotta do is fix you
up."
"Fix me?" I asked, not sure what she meant.
She gestured at my body. "We can't have you going around looking like
that. You'd be recognized eventually"
It took me a second to realize what she was talking about. I grinned
broadly. "So its another double life."
"Of course. Why do you think I chose you?" She raised her arms and her
long hair flashed a bright red for a moment.
My body suddenly felt different. When I opened my eyes, I saw the
teenager I had been. Perfect globes of breasts. Flat tummy. Curves that
went from here to eternity. Ultimately sexy, and that was before you
took into account the full-body PVC bodysuit the reached from the top
of my neck to the top of my feet. It seemed almost pained on except for
the shine. The heels were just high enough not to interfere with
driving.
"So" she asked demurely, "Wanna go for a ride?"
She didn't need to ask twice.
End.
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