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Author's Notes: This is the first story in a new TF/TG universe. This
universe will be open to any author at the end of the third tale.
Comments and suggestions are GREATLY appreciated. A thanks to Brooke for
pointing out a few things that should've been obvious to me.
This story contains sexual content, course language and should not be
viewed by minors.
Nightblade: Spirit of Radio
By Lucretia
"This is Katie at Ninety-two-point-nine, WDTH. Goodnight."
Moment's later, a pretty feminine voice echoed in my ears. I smiled. The
program on my laptop did an excellent job of altering the fundamental
frequency, keeping it around 155hz; all I needed to-do was adjust my
inflections. Why a female voice? For one, statistically, listeners are
more apt to tune in to a female voice then a male one. For the other...
Well, it was part of the thrill of it. Even a short-wave jockey that
uses the medium as a forum to voice some half-baked political agenda
gets a thrill out of going against the system.
For me, it was mostly about the experience, knowing that someone going
though the FM dial might stop on 92.5, hear Elvis, hear static at 92.7,
and then hear a pretty girl's voice say "...and that was Nine-Inch-Nails
with 'Head like a Hole' Did you know the vibrator was invented in the
eighteen hundreds?...And, nooow, here's Disturbed's 'Meaning of Life'".
Sure, Howard Stern's the original shock jock, but who can listen to
someone just talk on and on like that without beating their head on the
steering wheel in boredom? I can't.
I shutdown the transmitter. Unhooking it is pretty simple; a flick of my
wrist on the connector and it came off. I'd hidden the wire running to
the antenna underground, with a nice fake rock covering the end. I stood
up, brushing pine needles off my rump. Groaning, I looked at my
backpack. I lovingly call it the 'Boat Anchor': Forty pounds, most of it
the battery. Hauling it here and home at 17 was a trying exercise. At
27, it was an exercise in near-futility. "Get moving" I muttered to
myself, and then froze, swearing to myself I'd heard something.
Everyone in my hobby has good dose of paranoia, friends watching out for
him, or doesn't transmit for very long.
I took a look around. The moon had been hidden for most of the time I'd
been up here; now it shone brightly. The road below was clear of traffic
and the wind, unusually calm, blew a brief gust on my face. While this
section of the woods was far from picture-perfect, it had the quality of
being a decent elevation as well as the best vantage point for observing
a would-be-intruder.
I saw the intruders: Two flashlights coming up the slope, and a local
police car parked off the road. Fuck. Goddammit, I'd been running my
show here for ten years!
I waited, watching the lights come up on what they thought was my blind
spot. I'd planned an escape route a long time ago, a path that forked
off the main trail, leading down the other side. I fumbled in my pocket
for my inhaler. It was a long way back to the road, and an even longer
way home. I triggered a blast into my lungs and held my breath, feeling
woozy for a second. Better safe then sorry.
I expelled the air in my lungs, took a deep breath and ran, leaving my
old friend behind. I've known a few pirate's that never would've, but,
frankly, I'm not that sentimental.
I heard a voice back the way I'd come. "He's running!"
No shit, Sherlock. I'd gained a lead of about 50 feet. God, please let
it be enough. The road was another 50 feet down and I began to run flat-
out, watching the ground in front of me.
The embankment dropped sharply. I heard the screech as a vehicle
suddenly hit its brakes. I halted my run. That's it, I thought with a
tired resignation, I'm busted. My smoker's lungs began to constrict. So
much for pre-emptive-ness. I looked down at the road and something very
different then a police car.
The car was as black as the night, and looked like a foreign sports car.
The driver's door opened not outwards, but swung upwards towards the
front, and a girl that looked all of fourteen got out. She was wearing
something straight out of 'The Matrix', a black body suit, contrasting
sharply with her fire-red hair. "COME ON!" She yelled at me and gestured
fanatically with her arms.
I heard my pursuers close the distance quickly. I took another shot of
my inhaler, then ran towards the road and the car. The passenger door
opened, suddenly and quickly. I noticed there wasn't a rearview mirror.
"Get in and fasten the belts, QUICK!"
I ran around the car to the other said and climbed into the seat,
pulling the belts out from underneath me. For just a second, I didn't
see how to fasten them, but then I overcame my confusion and latched
them all together. The door closed quickly by itself, which might've
been weird if I hadn't helped a friend install a kit on his car that did
the same thing.
As I heard the engine behind me throttle up, I looked up from the
restraint belts at the dashboard. It was black vinyl, and, contrasting
the high-tech look of the car, was an old-fashioned wood sign:
Get In - Sit Down Shutup - Hold On
I had to suppress a laugh at that. Her right arm moved in a precise,
liquid movement, and the car was in gear. I saw her leg move likewise,
and the car sprinted forward with only a quick squeal from the tires.
"Thanks" I managed to say, pulling my gaze off of her legs to look up at
her face. I wasn't a pervert, and she was obviously too young. "But
aren't you a little too young to be driving?"
She smiled, changing gears smoothly. "Don't thank me...yet, and I'm
older then I look."
Yeah, I thought as she careened around the base of the mountain, making
me glad for the restraints. I suddenly remembered the police car. O,
shit. Now, don't get me wrong. I wanted to get away, but engaging the
police in pursuit? Nooo way. This pretty girl had seen 'Smokey and The
Bandit' one too many times. You couldn't outrun the radio.
Her eyes danced merrily "We're fine, Katie."
"Umm" I looked away quickly, embarrassed. No one had ever known my on-
air persona. Trying to change the subject, I looked around at the
interior for something to comment on. I came to the speedometer and
stopped. My momentary embarrassment disappeared as I looked at the face.
She made a quick sound of amusement. "Its something, ain't it? I got the
idea for it from a Bill Cosby routine"
I laughed. The speedometer, analog, started at 0 and wound its way to
200MPH, and under the 200 there was a little more room and the words 'O
WOW'. We were going at a little over 40, the car hugging the road as if
it were on train tracks.
I took a look over the interior, expecting similar antics. Steel tubes
went from underneath the dash to further back in the car, presumably to
the engine bay. Digital gauges on a center console, with three LCD
screens. Steel tubes ran the length of the compartment, presumably a
roll cage.
One was for a rearview of the car, one seemed to be a GPS, showing the
layout of the streets we were driving through. Weird, it also showed
nearby vehicles. The last seemed to be a computer interface for both the
radio and the car. Two things struck me as very odd, though.
The first was the shifter. It was a triple-H, and I could see the usual
gears; first through sixth. On the last arm of the H, there was the
usual R symbol for reverse on the bottom, but the top had a weird, but
slightly familiar symbol. The second odd thing was an additional fuel
gauge. It read empty. Well, being no gearhead, I had no inclination to
wonder.
I looked out the windshield at the night. She shifted again, the engine
winding down, then began to climb as we increased speed. "Hey" I asked,
now getting a bit fearful of our speed, "Aren.t you going a bit too
fast?"
The laughed again and looked back at me. God, with her long red hair and
her angelic face, she was stunning. "Nonsense" she replied with a
dismissive wave of her hand. "To drive, human, but to speed, utterly
divine. How 'bout some tunes?"
"Hey, maybe you'd better leave me off, ya know, so the cops don't think
your involved or anything."
She smiled. "Like I said, don't worry about it Katie."
I felt the flush of embarrassment again. "Hey, how'd you know about...er,
well..."
She smiled a knowing smile and turned another corner. I was now sure we
were heading toward the highway. "About your show and the bust?"
I nodded. She pointed at the old-fashioned sign. I looked over and my
jaw dropped open. The sign now read:
It's Magic - Don't Ask
I looked back at her, stunned. She glanced at the screen. "Now for that
tune...hmm...Whitesnake? Naa, no wuss metal tonight." She paged through
song after song, alternating her glance at the panel and the road.
Finally she cried out happily "Ah, bingo!" as she made her selection.
As we took yet another corner, the road widening as it took on
tributaries, the song began. It was definitely older metal, but I
couldn't place the tune:
'Full tank, pocket lined with cash Full throttle, gonna rip some ass
Drive all day, and through the night Romance the road,winding left to
right The stars above guide me, the moonlight is free A feeling inside
me, and the whole world to see Driving fast makes me feel good The speed
of light trapped under my hood'
I had to appreciate that, hell I had to appreciate SOMETHING, since this
little adventure couldn't last.
Seemingly picking up my train of thought, she said "Oh, life's the great
adventure. You're going to be getting a new one, a new vehicle to go
down the road in." I didn't know why, but that sounded ominous.
"Well" she said as we passed onto the onramp, "There's no easy way to
say this, but expect some changes pretty soon."
I looked up at her, startled "What are you talking about?"
"It's not that bad" she said, sympathetically as the car entered the
highway. "In fact, try thinking of it as a whole new you."
At that point, the alarm bells sounded off in my head. I looked around,
frantic to get out of this. Just how the hell did you escape from a car
that was doing seventy, no, eighty miles an hour? The answer: Unless you
we're suicidal, you didn't.
The highway was almost empty this time of night, and the car picked up
speed, passing a semi like it was standing still. The scenery blew by as
the car was buffeted with prankish transient winds.
"Grab the 'O-Shit' bars" she said. "It makes it easier."
Our speed had increased to just over a hundred miles-per-hour. What the
hell was she talking about?
"The handles on the console and door."
I looked at the console and saw a thick metal bar. I grasped it and the
door handle tightly. How was she reading my thoughts?
The driver, still intently looking out the windshield ahead, gestured
again at the wooden sign. Magic, my ass, she was going to get us killed!
Oh, dear Jesus, I thought. 110MPH now. Outside the windshield, objects
blew by in manic speed. I was barely able to catch a glimpse of a sign
before it passed us overhead. The posts as well as the guide-wires had
become one long streak.
"Please, try and relax." she said, face intent on the road ahead.
"Computer, Enable NOS systems"
I heard a synthesized voice reply "NOS pressure 900psi. Voltage steady
on Wide-Open-Throttle trigger."
This car couldn't really do two-hundred miles-per-hour, could it? No,
not without turning us into toothpaste. "Get ready" she said.
I looked over and saw her shift into that strange-marked gear and then
gasped, looking down at my body. My clothes had disappeared, no, blown
off!
At that point, a deep calm fell over me. The only explanation I could
come up with was the sign. Magic? I guess it had to be. I tried to cover
my groin. My hands didn't move. My head set itself into the headrest.
"Here we go. Don't look at the road."
I then felt the weirdest sensation in my life. Rather then moving my
eyes, they were moved for me toward the door. "Whaaa" Was all I got out
before suddenly I felt an incredible force push me backward, further
into the seat.
I suddenly felt like I was sweating, but I wasn't warm at all. Looking
at my arm, I could see why. Liquid seeped from my pores and, crazily
enough, from my body hair. It appeared bluish-green. The liquid was
pushed backward, along my arms by the substantial G-forces. My hands and
arms shrunk in size. I used every ounce of my strength and looked down.
My privates were sliding backwards, into me. There was no pain, but I
could feel my insides re-arranging. My body was giving off that bluish-
green liquid in buckets, and I suddenly glanced at the console.
Sure enough, the auxiliary fuel gauge was beginning to climb from 'E' to
'F'. This machine was pulling male energy out of me?
"Yeah" she said. "This car uses it, needs it constantly. But don't
worry, you DO get something for it."
The car took another of those leaps forward, and the g-forces that had
been ebbing came back in a fury.
I moved my eyes back to my body. My hips were widening. I felt my
balding head sprout hair. My rump inflated, pushing the restraints
tighter against me. I felt my airways begin to constrict.
"Now, here's something you gain" she said, a smile in her voice.
My chest relaxed, and the wheeze that had been coming from my lungs
stopped. And I was shrinking! My body grew smaller and smaller, all the
while feeling more limber, more energetic. I was regressing in age!
A soundless explosion of light flashed on the windshield. I didn't dare
look up, remembering her warning. "Almost there. Now to find the proper
lay-line." she said tightly. A moment later the flash went off again. I
looked up. We were on another highway. I didn't recognize the signs,
though we seemed to have decreased speed slightly.
"Now for deceleration."
At once I felt those tremendous forces pushing me again, this time
forward...I gasped. Breasts were pushing themselves out of my chest!
Quickly, I saw clothes form, covering my body. A pocketbook, looped over
my shoulder, swung out in a wide arc. "What the..." I said, and then
realized my voice had changed.
"Do you like it?" she asked, after we had slowed down to exit from the
highway.
"Like it? LIKE IT? I don't like any of this!" The voice of Katie from
WDTH replied.
"Even though you're a little younger? Let me ask you a question. How did
you come by to pick a female voice for your show? Don't give me that
'For the audience' quip. Wasn't it just the tiniest bit fun?"
She had me there. But a girl? A girl no older then fifteen?
"You've gained a few years. That's gotta be worth something, right?" She
asked, pulling into what looked like a residential district.
I considered. "So what happens now?"
"Well, David never existed at all. Instead, a younger couple had you.
It's pretty good, though I didn't look into the specifics. But, speaking
purely from a personal perspective, there's a lot to enjoy."
The car pulled up in front of a rater nondescript house. "So that's it?"
I asked, head still reeling.
"Not quite." She pressed something on the LCD screen, and I heard a
metallic *THUNK* and the hood opened. "Have fun with your new life."
I just realized that I didn't know who this strange girl was, or
anything about her. "What's your name?" I asked as the door opened.
"Nightblade. And we might see each other again, further down the road."
I got out. I had no idea why I wasn't taking this screaming, but the
sign inside seemed to explain it all. I looked in the compartment and
smiled.
My old friend, the Boat Anchor sat there. I lifted it, just barely. It
seemed to weigh a ton. I walked toward my new home. The front door was
open. The car disappeared into the night, but not before I saw a bumper
sticker:
So many pedestrians, So little time.
"Well" I said, giggling (Giggling? Surely not!) "At least I don't need
the voice program anymore."
End.
Author's Notes:
Here are some basic rules for this story universe. More will be posted
in the next story.
1 - CARDINAL RULE! Do not, DO NOT (Did I mention DO NOT?) Alter or
change any of Lisa's aka Nightblade's story. That's for me to corrupt or
change. The story Nightblade: Genesis is for reference ONLY. Use it as a
guide.
2 - (This will be shown in the next story) Nightblade and The Wraith
(The name of the car she drives) can change appearance at will, though
past 80MPH they will revert to their native forms.
Emely
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