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This is the sixteenth story in my Legacy Universe and like the others it can be read as a stand alone story. The Knight is a Lady By Morpheus "Damn," I cursed as I stood in the middle of my bedroom while completely soaked through. I'd just come in from outside where I'd gotten an unexpected drenching, not due to any sudden downpour or anything like that, but due to a water balloon ambush from my sisters. I grimaced as I quickly stripped off my wet clothes, then took a towel to dry my hair. I silently promised myself revenge for this soaking, especially since they'd run off and hid before I could get even. I'd wanted to chase after them, but that was undoubtedly what they both expected and wanted. In fact I strongly suspected that they had another ambush waiting for me somewhere. No, I was going to delay my revenge for awhile until they weren't expecting it. "Revenge is a dish best served cold," I chuckled evilly, wondering if they'd like a glass of ice water poured over them tonight while they slept. A minute later I was dressed again in a dry pair of jeans and t-shirt. I ran my hand through my still wet hair, deciding that I'd better comb it. Normally I'd just leave it as it was, but there was currently a family gathering going on outside and I had a lot of relatives hanging around. I went to the bathroom to check my reflection and make sure I didn't have a cow lick or something. I quickly ran a comb through my nearly shoulder length black hair, then grinned at my reflection and said, "Joshua Knight...you are one handsome devil." Of course I was exaggerating a little bit, but not too much. I was sixteen years old with a decently athletic build, the kind girls like. I was also just a hair under six feet tall and if I followed after my dad any more I'd end up with a couple more inches of height before I was done. As it was, I was already getting some attention from the girls at school and looked forward to getting even more. Then with a shrug I went back to my room grabbed my wet clothes and tossed them into the hamper. I looked around my room...at my own private territory. It was a decent sized room with a bed, dresser, desk, and the usual amount of clutter...though my mom wouldn't let me build it up anymore no matter how hard I tried. And though I didn't usually think about it, I knew this same room had been my dad's bedroom well before it had been mine...back when he'd been a kid. Our house was a family house built by my grandpa decades ago, so he could raise his own kids here. It wasn't quite a mansion, though it certainly felt that way at times since it had six bedrooms, four bathrooms, and three floors...though one of them was the secret basement dad used for the family business. As my grandpa had originally intended, we had plenty of room here for the whole family, which was why everyone always used our house for these gatherings. After spending another minute considering what kind of revenge I might take against my sisters, I turned and went back outside to where the family gathering was taking place. My aunt, uncles, and cousins were all scattered about talking and having a good time. I carefully looked around for any sign of my sisters. When I didn't see them I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not. It either meant they were making themselves scarce so I couldn't get back at them...or they were up to more mischief. I was betting on the latter. Then I looked over at my dad who was standing in front of the barbecue wearing white spandex. That kind of thing might seem weird in most families, but not in mine. I was a fairly normal guy, but my family was anything but normal. In fact I come from a family of developed... a family of super heroes. My dad is a super hero called the White Knight and he was currently still wearing his uniform, a white spandex piece that covered most of his body from the neck down. He was tall, very athletic, and had short cropped black hair. His costume was mostly white, including a long white cape and a white mask which covered a large part of his upper face, but there were gold touches to his costume as well. He had a gold metal belt, gold wrist bands, and a pair of gold broaches which held on his cape. At the moment, he had his mask off for the barbecue, since everyone here was family. There was one final touch to my dad's costume, a faint symbol on his chest that was white as well, but outlined in gold. It was a symbol that looked like a medieval knight's helmet...our family crest as it were. "It's pretty stupid wearing white while cooking barbecue," I muttered, shaking my head at my dad's fashion sense. "At least he doesn't wear the underwear on the outside of his costume anymore..." I chucked as I remembered the old pictures of my dad in his original costume, the one Mom made him change after they got together. That costume was similar to the one he wore now, though it had what looked like white underwear on the outside of it. Dad still claimed it had been to help protect his modesty while wearing the spandex, though Mom had called it ridiculous and insisted he put his extra support INSIDE the costume. Every once in awhile she still teases him about that. However my dad's powers were anything but a joke. He was super strong, could fly, and he could summon a form of energy to create white force field objects up to a few feet away from his body. He could surround all or just parts of his body with armor made out of this white energy and he could...and usually did summon weapons like swords and the like to fight with. My mom who stood next to my dad was wearing normal civilian clothes, which was to be expected since she'd retired from being a hero about ten years ago. Before then, she'd been called Deception and had a psionic power that could make other people see things that weren't there. "Hey," I called to my parents as I came closer, more to see how close dinner was to being finished than to actually talk to them. I looked at the food on the grill then told Dad, "Good thing you're a better super hero than you are a cook..." Mom just laughed at that and elbowed dad. "He's got you there..." "Hey, that's not fair," Dad protested. "I think the chicken looks great..." "They're half burned," I told Dad with a snicker. "Good thing we've got a lot of potato salad..." Dad just chuckled. "If this is the thanks I get for saving the world..." "You've never saved the whole world," Mom pointed out with a smile. "Maybe the country...but never the whole world." At that Mom and Dad got into a discussion about whether or not stopping some villains qualified as 'saving the world' or not. Dad forgot all about the chicken, which was already overdone. I just shook my head and walked away. However I didn't get far before I saw one of my sisters. My twelve year old sister Katie was standing back near a tree and snickering as she watched me. Katie was like me in that she hadn't really developed any powers yet either, though unlike me she'd once demonstrated a short burst of what looked like super strength. She just hadn't been able to duplicate it since. However, what drew my attention at the moment wasn't just her snicker, but the fact that my other sister Evie wasn't with her. "Damn." I looked around, suddenly feeling paranoid and with good reason. I carefully examined the area around me, though I didn't see any sign of Evie...not that I really expected to. Evie had inherited a version of our mom's powers...but where Mom could make other people see things...Evie could make people NOT see her. It wasn't true invisibility since she didn't bend light around her, but it was pretty damn close because she could trick your mind into simply thinking that she wasn't there. That was how she'd earned the code name Figment. "Damn." I grimaced, annoyed yet again at the unfairness of Evie not only having powers while I didn't, but at her having ones that were so damn annoying to me. I couldn't count the number of times Evie had used her powers to mess with me in one way or another. Since she could make some people in a room not see her while others could, she'd come into the room while I was with my friends, invisible to them, but making faces at me. I couldn't chase her out without them all wondering what was going on and why I was acting weird. Of course after dealing with Evie's powers so often, I'd learned a few tricks about how to work around them. If I concentrated on her hard enough I could break her little mental trick...if I already knew where she was. I looked around, trying hard to focus and pay attention. Then I caught it, a shadow from something that wasn't there. My mind told me to ignore the shadow and not see it as well, but it wasn't protected nearly as well as Evie herself. "I see you," I exclaimed, grabbing a rock from the ground and making as if to throw it right at her. Evie went to dodge the rock she thought I was throwing at her and lost her concentration. She came back into full view again, looking just like Katie, but an eighteen year old version of her. Of course that wasn't a surprise, since in spite of their age difference they were actually twins. Just six months ago Evie and Katie had been the same age and truly were twins. Then one of Dad's enemies tracked down our family and took her hostage, hiding her in another dimension until Dad met his demands. It only took Dad a couple hours to defeat the villain and get Evie back...only to discover that time passed faster in the other dimension than it does in ours. Only a few hours had passed for us while years had passed for her. Things have been a little awkward with Evie since she got back because no one was quite sure how to react to her new age. It was extremely strange having a little sister who'd suddenly gone to being my older sister though no less so for Katie who's twin was now older than her. Evie had to get used to all of us again after not seeing us seeing us for years. I could only imagine how difficult the situation is for her, though she does a good job of not showing it or even talking about her time in the other dimension. She's been dealing with the situation by trying to pretend it doesn't exist, by trying to slip back into her comfortable old role of staying close to Katie and playing pranks on me. In some ways I think it's an act for our benefit...that she's doing it more for our sake than her own. "That's not fair," Evie exclaimed, coming up to me with a scowl. She glared at me, hoping the fact that she was now older than me would intimidate me into backing down. "And it's fair hitting me with water balloons while you're invisible?" I pointed to the balloons she still had in her hands. Then before she could remember to hit me with them I added, "Remember...I know where you sleep..." Then I made a motion as if shaving her head with an electric razor, reminding her of a threat I'd made a few times in the past when she'd gone too far. Evie continued glaring at me for a moment before snorting, "You're just jealous that I have powers and you don't..." Then she turned and walked away, dropping the water balloons as she did so. I just let out a sigh of relief, though I couldn't help but chuckling at the look of disappointment on Katie's face. I turned to look over all the members of my family, knowing that Evie was right. I normally didn't want to admit it out loud, but I was jealous of her. I was jealous of her and everyone else who had powers. It had never seemed right that my kid sister had powers... even back when she'd still been twelve while I was still waiting for mine to develop. I couldn't help but wondering if this was the way Dad felt...or any of his siblings back when they'd been growing up. After all, living in Grandpa's shadow and seeing your sister and brothers developing powers would have to be a bit like what I was going through. This whole developed super hero thing which ran in my family had started decades ago with my grandpa after he accidentally got exposed to a lot of radiation. The radiation made him develop powers...giving him super strength, invulnerability, the ability to fly, and the ability to generate a form of golden energy which he could use to shape into things almost like solid objects. My grandpa could have become rich and powerful...maybe even taking over the world if he wanted. Instead he chose to become a super hero...one of the very first super heroes in existence. Originally he called himself The Knight and later even went so far as to change his last name to that as well, but most of the media started calling him the Golden Knight instead, because of his golden energy powers. I felt a surge of pride as I thought of my grandpa and all his accomplishments. He'd been one of the first super heroes, a founding member of the Protectorate...the first super hero group. And of course he'd been the leader of Knight Force...a super hero group composed solely of our family members. But then about ten years ago Grandpa had been killed by a couple of villains who normally wouldn't have been able to pull it off. After his autopsy it was revealed that his entire body had been riddled with cancer...a result from the same radiation which gave him his powers. He would have been dead within months anyway. I sighed as I looked around my family, remembering that our gathering today was largely to celebrate Grandpa's memory. In fact everyone was here to honor his birthday as we did every year on this day. My aunt Gina was standing next to her two kids and drinking her fifth beer, though not looking the least bit drunk. She was my dad's older sister, though she hardly looked it. She was a beautiful woman with long red hair that came from a bottle and she only looked to be in her mid twenties due to her power. She'd inherited Grandpa's invulnerability and as with him it had slowed her aging process, as well as made it very difficult to get drunk. At the moment aunt Gina was still dressed in her costume, a white spandex body suit that had a red bulls eye on her chest. That was appropriate since her code name was the Target. Aunt Gina's power of invulnerability might be a purely defensive one, but I knew better than to ever underestimate her. She'd long ago fixed her lack of offensive power by studying martial arts and earning a black belt in Tae-kwon-do. Since she was invulnerable, she could hit someone as hard as she possibly could without fear of ever hurting herself which meant that even without any enhanced strength she could still punch pretty damn hard. Standing right beside her mom was my cousin Angela. She was nineteen and beautiful with long black hair and a slightly Asian cast to her features, inherited from her own father. She also had a deep scowl and a grim expression which wasn't unusual since she'd officially become a super hero last year. Angela was called Agony...a name which fit her well. She had a healing power which could heal any injury, but didn't stop her from feeling pain when injured. She was also a projective empath who could make people near her feel whatever pain she felt. In fact she could even store up this pain and then dump all of it into another person in one burst...crippling them with pure agony. The nature of her powers sort of forced her to be a little more masochistic if she wanted to really use them. And right next to Angela was her brother Ryan. He was a year younger than her, but resembled her enough that he was often mistaken as her twin. Like aunt Gina and Dad, Ryan was currently here wearing his costume, a white and black spandex outfit that included a dark green belt that had pouches going all around it. He had similar pouches stored in various places around his costume, each of which contained shuriken throwing stars...hence his code name Shuriken. Ryan was a tactile telekinetic who could touch a small object and sort of give it a telekinetic charge, so that for a short time afterwards he could move it with his mind. Of course his favorite things to use were all the shuriken he carried with him, letting him send them flying and changing direction in midair at his whim. It also made him damn tough to play basketball with, since he liked to cheat. My uncle Leon was a short distance away, sitting back in a lounge chair with his feet soaking in the wading pool. He was in shorts with sunglasses on and holding a beer in his hand. You'd never guess that Dad's younger brother was a super hero who'd once been part of a group called the Elite. Uncle Leon could summon energy in several different bright neon colors and make it act like solid objects the same way Dad and Grandpa could, though he was a lot more powerful than either of them. He could summon a lot more energy, letting him make bigger objects with it and he could project it further away from his body, which made him more versatile as well. He used this as Neon, the unofficial super hero of Las Vegas. And then there was uncle Chris who had rolled his wheelchair over to talk with Mom and Dad. Uncle Chris was missing both his legs from the knees down, the result of a tragic accident with his teleporting powers many years ago. He'd accidentally arrived a little off from where he'd intended and ended up with his feet fused into the ground. Uncle Chris had tried using high tech prosthetics to walk again, but every time he teleported it wiped out everything electronic with him...including the prosthetics. As a result uncle Chris chose to use his either regular prosthetics or a wheelchair, rather than give up the freedom to teleport all over the world. Uncle Chris hadn't come to the party alone, though as he'd brought his wife Marissa and their six year old daughter Natalie as well. Both of them were helping out with the food at the table along with Katie and Evie. As I looked over my family I couldn't help but wondering what it must have been like seeing them together as Knight Force. Unfortunately Grandpa's death hit everyone hard and it wasn't long after that before the family team broke up. Sure, Dad, uncle Leon, and aunt Gina continued being heroes, but they hadn't really worked together since then. I shook myself out of my thoughts and looked around again to decide what I was going to do. Sure, I could mess with Katie and Evie, but I was going to let my revenge wait a bit. Instead I started towards Ryan who I'd always been fairly close to. After all he's the closest one to my own age in the family. "Hey, how's the super hero career going?" I asked Ryan. "Not bad," Ryan grinned back. "I just got offered a spot on Angela's team...but I don't think she's real happy with that though." I nodded at that. "She probably doesn't want you watching her get shot and injured over and over again..." I shuddered at that, knowing I couldn't handle watching one of my sisters purposely getting hurt all the time. "What about you?" Ryan asked. "Have you developed anything yet?" "No." I shook my head, trying to hide my disappointment. "No powers for me..." I let out a sigh at that. "But I'm going to try out for the football team once school starts up again." I gave Ryan a grin. "Being a star player on the team is almost like having the power to get girls..." Ryan laughed at that. "Why don't we play a little catch? It'll give you some practice." "Yeah right," I snorted. "You'd just make the ball change direction right before I catch it. I always feel like Charlie Brown when I play with you." Ryan just grinned. "Okay then, how about darts...?" I gave Ryan one of those looks and shook my head. "How about video games? At least I know you can't cheat on those..." "Fine," Ryan rolled his eyes. "Let's get out of here before my sister glares at me one more time..." "At least your sister doesn't turn invisible and pelt you with water balloons when you can't even see her," I pointed out. "That might be easier to deal with," Ryan chuckled. "Honestly, I really liked Angela better before her powers kicked in and she started hurting herself to power up... I mean, most of the time anymore she doesn't even bother dodging the villains attacks, but lets herself get hit just so she can do that pain blast thing she does." He winced at that. "You know, I really hate seeing her get hurt so much..." "Yeah." I nodded sympathetically. I didn't like seeing my cousin getting hurt either and knew it would be worse if she'd been my sister. "I just hope you don't get a power like hers." Ryan shook his head, putting an arm over my shoulder. "The healing factor would be awesome, but the whole pain thing..." He shook his head again. Ryan and I were walking back towards the house for the video games when suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light from behind me, followed a moment later by a loud 'BOOM' that knocked me to my knees. "What the Hell?" I demanded, jumping back to my feet and turning around only to see a smoldering crater about five feet across right where the small wading pool had been. A single glance was enough to reveal that nearly everyone had been knocked to the ground with the exception of uncle Leon, who stood there right next to the hole with a grim expression and a glowing violet bubble surrounding him. "We're under attack," Dad yelled as glowing white energy shoulder and chest armor appeared on him as well as a shield on his left arm and a sword in his right hand. "Get out of here." Ryan shoved me away and then reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a stack of shuriken. He held onto them for just a moment before releasing them into the air. Each of them began spinning in the air like miniature buzz saws and then they began circling around him. Anyone who got too close to him would end up completely shredded. "Damn," I exclaimed, backing away from Ryan to give him room while simultaneously looking around for any sign of who was attacking us. My heart raced with simultaneous fear and excitement. Then I noticed a thick green gas was beginning to pour out of the ground in several places. Uncle Leon immediately reacted, covering the source of gas in one spot with a glowing pink bubble to keep it contained, then gesturing at another and sealing the gas with a glowing blue bubble. Aunt Gina and Angela were caught within the gas as it began pouring from the ground right beside them. Aunt Gina didn't seem to be effected at all, though Angela began to stagger and slump over. Aunt Gina grabbed her and let her away from the gas and she immediately started to improve. The gas also started coming out right near the food...catching uncle Chris, Marissa, and their daughter...along with my two sisters. All five of them immediately collapsed to the ground motionless before uncle Chris even had a chance to teleport away. Just then, before anyone had a chance to recover from the gas...five figures suddenly appeared, dropping out of the sky and landing in the middle of our party. Three of them were men and two were women, but that's about all I could make out, since they were wearing identical gray uniforms which covered their entire bodies including their heads. The only thing breaking up the gray were the green lenses over their eyes. One woman immediately charged straight at uncle Leon, moving at an almost inhuman pace. Uncle Leon gestured at her with a smirk and she suddenly had a glowing green bubble appearing around her as a cage. However it didn't even slow her down as she continued running right through the side of the bubble as though it wasn't there...causing it to break apart and fade away behind her. "What the...?" uncle Leon gasped in surprise, trying to hit her with a spear made of of glowing blue energy. The spear hit her in the chest, then broke apart and vanished as it touched her too, leaving her completely unharmed. "Our uniforms are designed to protect us from your powers," the woman exclaimed, easily dodging uncle Leon's punch and then hitting him back right in the throat, dropping him to the ground with a single punch. She dropped to her knees and placed something on his forehead which caused him to suddenly go completely still. One of the men, a large muscular man, went straight towards Dad until the other woman intercepted him, crying, "No... He's mine..." "But the boss said-" the big guy started to argue. "I don't care what the boss says," she snapped. "He's MINE!" The big man nodded, then changed direction and went straight towards aunt Gina. The woman continued towards Dad, stopping just in front of him. He swung his sword at her, probably trying to force her back, but she just stood there without moving. His sword hit her side, but then broke apart and vanished the same way uncle Leon's force fields had. "Let me," Mom exclaimed, gesturing to the woman with a look of concentration on her face. "I know you don't like hitting ladies..." But after a moment Mom stopped with a look of surprise. "Our uniforms protect us from your powers too," the woman said, holding up her hand and firing a beam of gold energy at mom. Mom was suddenly sent flying back where she hit the ground hard. She quickly started getting back to her feet, but then one of the other costumed intruders appeared...literally appearing right beside her in a flash of purple light. Before mom even fully registered he was there he grabbed her and slapped a small device onto her forehead. She spasmed for just a second before collapsing completely. "ELLEN!" Dad called out with an expression of horror at the same time I called out, "MOM!" I started to run towards her, but Ryan grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back. "Get out of here," he ordered me, pointing to the woods behind our house, "RUN!" I started to back away, but couldn't bring myself to run away completely. I had to fight back the urge to run in there and try helping my family. However I was well aware of the fact that I had no super powers nor the special skills necessary to make a difference without them. If I went in there now the rest of my family would be worried about me so I'd end up being a distraction...a liability likely to get them all hurt. "Damn," I grimaced, clenching my fists in impotent frustration. The woman facing my dad suddenly had a sword just like his appearing in her hands...though made of golden energy. She swung at him and he blocked with his shield, quickly resummoned his own sword and then swung back. They started to slash back and forth at each other, though she didn't bother to defend herself much since his sword couldn't do anything against her. "I know who you are," Dad gasped with a look of shock on his face. "Jessica... Golden Angel..." She paused and stepped back for a moment, just long enough to reach up and pull off her mask. With the hood removed I could see a beautiful face with shoulder length black hair. "I'm called the Fallen now," she snarled before launching at Dad again with her sword. "So this is the Black Guild," Dad responded, blocking her attack with a lot more skill than she possessed. "No," she sneered. "This is something else..." They continued fighting with her being unable to match my dad's skill while he could get past her defenses, but couldn't hurt her. It seemed that they had a bit of a stalemate at the moment. I looked over at aunt Gina and Angela to see how they were doing. Aunt Gina was fighting the big man who'd originally gone after Dad and she'd apparently taken the time to put her mask back on since her all white mask was covering the top half of her face. He punched her and sent her flying through the wall of our house, though she immediately came charging back out, not even hurt by the attack. "Is that the best you've got?" aunt Gina taunted him, doing what she does best...drawing attention away from those who were less invulnerable. It's amazing how many bad guys see the target on her chest and can't resist trying to hit it...which was the whole point. "I barely even felt that..." Angela was dealing with the last of the attackers, a man who was standing between her and her mom, but wasn't doing much more than that. He threw an occasional punch, but mostly seemed to be trying to avoid hers. Angela's ability to project her pain might be a nasty power, but she'd learned quite well from her mom how to fight without it. As it was, her opponent was on the losing end of their match. "Bitch," he suddenly called out, glancing towards the woman who'd taken down uncle Leon. "I could use some help here..." "You useless..." the woman exclaimed with a shake of her head. The woman then charged straight towards Angela, pulling a pair of pistols from her belt as she did so. She started firing both of them at my cousin's chest and Angela let out a loud gasp of pain before falling backwards and hitting the ground where she stopped moving. "Don't play dead on me," the woman exclaimed, moving closer to put a bullet through Angela's head. "I know all about your healing power..." Suddenly Angela lashed out with her leg, catching the woman and knocking her to the ground. Then Angela leapt on her and tore her hood off, revealing a caucasian woman with shoulder length dark brown hair. "Feel my pain," Angela exclaimed, her eyes suddenly glowing. The woman on the ground began to suddenly scream and thrash around as Angela poured all the pain she'd felt from being shot as well as whatever else she'd stored up. Only then did Angela stand up and grin...a nasty grin. "I thought you'd be protected from my powers too..." She shot a knowing look towards my mom. But suddenly the man she'd originally been fighting grabbed her from behind and slapped something on her head. She froze and suddenly collapsed to the ground motionless...taken out by the opponent she'd forgotten about. "The psychics are down," he exclaimed as he reached to up to take off his own hood. "I don't need this anymore..." I gasped at the sight of the man's face...or lack of a face. Under the hood was just a skull with glowing red eyes...looking as though he'd stepped right out of a horror movie. "Skull Face," aunt Gina exclaimed in recognition. That just sparked my own recognition of who this was. Being the son of super heroes I was often given some unusual homework...like reading up on the files of various super villains I might one day have to face. I remember reading Skull Face's file... though only because his power was so much like my mom's. But where she make people see whatever she wanted...he could look them in the eyes and make them see hallucinations of their greatest fears. Aunt Gina quickly looked away from Skull Face to avoid his powers, but her opponent took advantage of her distraction to grab hold of her. Aunt Gina might be invulnerable, but she wasn't any stronger than an ordinary athletic woman, so there was no way she could break the grim of someone who did have enhanced strength. Then as aunt Gina struggled in vain to get away, Skull Face exclaimed, "Gotcha..." A moment later aunt Gina began screaming and thrashing at imagined horrors while still behind held by her attacker. And while she was both held and distracted, Skull Face was easily able to slap a small device onto her forhead causing her to collapse to the ground motionless as well. Ryan had been trying to help Dad, though the teleporter kept appearing in front of him and taunting him before teleporting away. Ryan kept flinging shuriken at the teleporter, but couldn't hit him. Then Ryan saw what had happened to his mom and sister and immediately changed tactics and ran to help them. I realized that this was not a good situation. Most of my family were already down and there was nothing I could to do help. In fact I knew that if I stuck around I might be taken hostage and used to force Dad and Ryan to surrender. So with a grimace I turned and started to run towards the woods, feeling like a coward for doing so. However I couldn't help but looking back. Ryan was throwing his shuriken at the large invulnerable man, though it didn't seem to do much good other than shredding the man's uniform. He was distracted enough by this that Skull Face caught him with his powers and caused Ryal to start freaking out and attacking things that weren't there as well. A moment later the teleporter appeared and hit him from behind. Ryan's fight was over just seconds later. "Get him," Skull Face exclaimed, pointing at me as I ran. "Our employer wants the whole family..." "Oh no you don't," Dad exclaimed. "I don't want to fight you Jessica, but you're not leaving me any choice..." "No I'm not," she snarled, lunging at Dad again. The Fallen's uniform protected her from my Dad's energy sword, but it didn't do anything against his enhanced strength. He knocked her sword aside then grabbed hold of her, easily picking her up and then throwing her straight at Skull Face. "RUN Joshua," Dad yelled at me. Suddenly the teleporter appeared right in front of me and blocked my way. I quickly noticed that each of his hands were holding something. One hand looked like it held a taser while the other held the same kind of small device these guys had been sticking on everyone's heads to knock them out. "Make this easy on yourself," the teleporter told me. I didn't have any powers yet and I wasn't trained as a martial artist like aunt Gina...but I wasn't completely helpless either. You can't be part of my family without knowing basic self-defense techniques. I didn't hesitate before kicking the teleporter in the stomach to knock him back and keep him from using the taser on me. Then, while he was distracted, I punched him...not in the face which would have limited effect...but in the throat. He dropped to the ground just as fast as uncle Leon had after that one woman had done the same to him. I didn't waste any time before continuing into the cover of the trees, glancing back only long enough to see that the rest of them were all going after Dad. "Damn," I grimaced as I reached the trees and started running further in, looking for a way to lose them, since I knew they were coming after me. My heart raced like crazy, but how much of it was from running and how much from the fear I didn't know. All I knew was that I had to find a way to either get away or hide. Suddenly I felt a surge of pain burst through my body, setting all my nerves on fire. I gasped in terror, knowing that they'd caught me, but when I looked around none of them were even close. So with a grimace I continued trying to run further into the trees, going down a hill and through the brush even, though I was starting to really hurt. I couldn't get very far though, as the pain was only getting worse. I had to clench my teeth to keep from screaming out. I couldn't run... not like this. I had to hide. I tried to think logically, but it was hard to do so with both the pain and fear distracting me. However I was able to think clearly enough to remember that I knew this area a lot better than they did. I'd grown up here. A hiding spot came to mind, so I started towards it, hoping they didn't find me before I got there. Just then I felt my leg suddenly crack as though the bone had broken all on its own. I let out a loud grunt of pain as I dropped to my knees, unable to help myself. My eyes teared up as I struggled to keep from screaming. I knew now that there was no way I'd be able to make it to the old tree house I'd made as a kid. I was about to give up hope of getting away when I saw an old tree that had toppled over years ago. I was staring at the root ball...and the dark hollow beneath the exposed roots that looked almost like an animal burrow. With a grimace I half crawled to the dark hollow, trying to ignore the pain in my desperation to get away. I crawled down into the darkness under the exposed roots, trying not to think about all the bugs and wet dirt as I squeezed into the dark tight spot and pulled extra dirt and leaves after me to help hide me. I got there just in time because my bones began to crack again. I bit into my hand to keep from screaming out from the pain, absently thinking that Angela would have loved this...or at least the recharge it would have given her powers. As it was, I was desperately wishing I had Evie's powers at the moment. For several minutes I just lay there motionless, biting my hand to keep quiet from the strange aches and pains that wracked my body. I was feeling hot now...incredibly feverish. However I didn't dare make a noise no matter how much I just wanted to scream. Then I heard a voice nearby say, "Sidestep here..." I recognized the teleporters voice, though it was rough and he coughed several times. Then he repeated in a weak voice, "Sidestep here..." It took me a moment to realize that he must be talking to the others on a radio. "No...I haven't found the little bastard yet. When I do I'm gonna kill him..." I winced at that, biting my hand even harder as the bones all over my body began to crack at once. Agony rushed over me and my eyes burned with the tears, but still I remained silent and listened. "I know...I can't kill him," Sidestep said, sounding disappointed. "Our employer wants the entire family alive... but I can still hurt the prick..." There was a long period of silence before he continued, "I just never thought I'd be working for..." He paused again. "Good. Now that we've got the White Knight too I just have to find this bastard and we can go. Is the Bitch recovered enough from that pain to help me look...? Damn... I'll keep looking a little longer, but you know we don't have much time..." I could hear the noise he made as he came closer to where I was hiding so I silently prayed that he wouldn't find me. "Please go away," I silently wished. "Please don't see me... Just go away... Don't look for me here..." I continued this for a minute until I couldn't hear rustling through the bushes anymore...then I kept it up for another minute. My entire being was filled with agony, fear, and worry...not just for me, but for my now captured family. I had no idea how long I remained hidden in this state before the pain and exhaustion became too much and darkness claimed me. -------------------- Darkness. That was what I saw when I opened my eyes again. My whole body ached, but it was the ache that came from spending a long period of time in a damp, cramped, and uncomfortable position, rather than the raw agony that had filled me earlier. From the fact that it was now night out I knew that I must have been there for a long time...and that my hiding place had obviously worked. I slowly climbed out from under the tree roots, grimacing in discomfort as I did so. However this discomfort had never felt so wonderful since it was such a far cry from the bone wracking pain I'd felt before. Then once I was out, I stood up and stretched, feeling even better for doing so. Only then did I look around me, barely able to see anything in the darkness. The trees blocked most of the light that the moon provided, though there was enough for me to make out some vague shapes. Between that and my knowing this area so well I was sure I could get back to the house without much problem. I'd just have to go slow and be careful. I started to head back to the house, but my foot slipped right out of my shoe. I paused to put my shoe back on, gasping in surprise as I found that it was now too large. It was almost as though my shoe... as though both shoes had grown four sizes larger. It was almost like they'd turned into clown shoes while I'd been out of it. However that just brought my attention to the rest of my clothes, which were now too large as well. My pants were nearly falling off me, but I'd been too distracted to notice this until now. "What the Hell?" I gasped in confusion. It was obvious that my clothes hadn't just spontaneously grown. Something had happened to me. My whole body felt wrong, though I couldn't quite point out any one thing. It's just that everything felt...wrong. I didn't have time to dwell on what was happening to me nor the light to actually get a better look, so I took a deep breath and tried putting it out of my mind for the moment so I could focus on other priorities...like getting back to the house where it was safe and then getting some help for my family. So with a grim determination I started back towards the house, trying very hard not to think about the pain, the loose clothes, and what it all meant. While I was making my way out of the woods I fell several times, lost one of my shoes twice more, and had to hold onto my pants to keep from losing them, but then I made it to the edge of the trees where the moon provided enough light for me to see the house...or what was left of it. The house was in ruins, looking as though it had actually been blown up. I could even smell the scent of smoke in the air which turned my stomach. "No," I gasped in horror, feeling sick at the sight of my family home destroyed. I started to move towards the wreckage, but then paused after several feet, noticing a figure moving near there. I gulped and moved back to the tree line, staring at the shadowy figure for a moment and fearing the worst. Whoever these people were, they said they wanted the entire family, so it looked like one of them stayed behind in case I showed up again. "Oh shit," I whispered. For a brief moment I had a fantasy of sneaking up on the person and taking them out from behind...then interrogating them to find out where they'd taken my family. Then reality set in. I had no idea which of the attackers had been left behind, but knew that it didn't really matter. They all had powers and on top of that I had no idea what had happened with me. What I did know was that confronting any of those people wasn't a good idea. "Damn," I grimaced, trying to think of what to do next. "The safe house..." My dad had set up a safe house not too far from here just for situations like this and anything else related to the family business. It was an emergency meeting place in case our house was ever compromised...and if this didn't count I didn't know what did. That was where I had to go, though unfortunately it was two miles away. The walk to the safe house was the longest and most miserable two miles of my life. I was damp and filthy from spending hours in the hole, not to mention cold as well. Add to that the fact that I was tripping over my own clothes and I was more than ready to collapse into sleep again by the time I arrived. The safe house like my own house was fairly secluded, surrounded by lots of tall trees that would help hide any tired super hero who was flying in for a rest. The house itself was a lot smaller than my own and was actually a large mobile home with an overgrown yard in bad need of a mowing. However that was all we needed, since no one actually lived here normally. I went around to the back of the house and let myself in using the hidden combination lock that Dad had installed. Only once I was inside with the door locked behind me did I let out a sigh of relief and feel just a little safe. "Oh yes," I sighed, collapsing onto the cheap couch, not caring if I got it filthy. I just sat there for several minutes before I decided that what I needed more than just a rest at the moment was a hot shower and dry clothes. "I'll think better then..." As it was, I spent much of the walk here thinking about who I could call for help without much luck. Under normal circumstances I'd call uncle Leon or aunt Gina, but that wasn't an option this time. I briefly considered calling the police, but knew there was absolutely nothing they could do against a group of developed kidnappers. "Who do you call when super heroes need rescuing?" I winced. With a groan of effort I got back up to my feet and started towards the bathroom and a nice hot shower. However there was something else I wanted too...something I've been trying hard not to think about for awhile. I wanted to see what the Hell happened to me. I wanted to see why my clothes were all nearly falling off me. I started stripping out of my clothes as I made my way to the bathroom, slipping right out of my shoes and letting my pants drop to the floor and then stepping out of them as well. I was just taking off my shirt and dropping it to the floor when I reached the bathroom and took a look down at myself. For a moment I just stared down at myself, at the pair of bumps that pushed out from my chest. I immediately thought that they looked like...but then I refused to finish that thought. But then I looked down past my chest and over my entire body, my eyes going wide as I saw that my entire body looked smaller and smoother. It was only then that I looked up and into the bathroom mirror. My eyes went wide in shock as I saw my reflection. I just stood there for a moment gaping in shock. "No way," I squeaked out, sure that I'd be panicking if I wasn't already tired and in shock. As it was, I still felt a little surge of adrenaline hit me. "No fucking way..." My reflection...wasn't mine. The image reflected in the mirror was that of a teenage girl who bore a strong resemblance to Evie. Though unlike Evie, the girl in the mirror had pink hair that went down just a little past her shoulders. I gaped at my reflection for nearly a full minute before I ran a hand over my face to verify that what I was seeing was real. I felt my hair and pulled a little bit of it in front of me so that I could see with my own eyes that it was indeed pink. Then I held up my hands and stared at them, thinking that they weren't my hands. They were girl hands. I even had girl fingers with oval shaped fingernails that were all pink as well. I used one of my nails to scratch at a nail on my other hand to scrape off some of the polish that seemed to have magically appeared, but nothing came off. It didn't seem to be polish, but my actual fingernails. I gulped, staring at my reflection in the mirror and looking almost like a deer caught in the headlights. It was then that I noticed my eyes had a slight violet color in the irises. However that was hardly the most important detail about my changes. It was only then that I slowly reached down and cupped both my new breasts. I had boobs...honest to God girl boobs. I gulped as I felt them, guessing that they had to be about B cups. My hands remained where they were as I felt them up, verifying that they were real and not some weird delusion I was having. I could feel them in my hand... solid and slightly jiggly flesh. Unfortunately there was absolutely nothing at all erotic about my first time grabbing a girl's boobs. Only then did I move to the next logical step. I slowly moved my hand down over the smooth skin of my stomach and down to my crotch. I winced when I felt that my dick and balls were gone and there was something else in their place. There was a girl's slit there instead. "Oh God," I gasped, pulling my hand away. I grabbed the sink for support since I was starting to feel weak in the knees. I took several deep breaths as I tried to regain my balance both physically and mentally. This was completely unbelievable and way too much to take in. One thing was obvious though...this wasn't caused by our attackers. There was only one thing that could have caused my change...my powers finally developing. I didn't know if that made this better or worse. There was one thing that I did know though...I was still cold, tired and dirty. I'd not only feel better once I had a shower, but I'd be more relaxed. So whether or not I'd just turned into a girl, I was damn well going to get that shower. A minute later I was in the shower and standing under the hot water, moaning in relief as it washed over me and drove out the chill and aches. I just stood there for several minutes with my eyes closed, soaking up the warmth and comfort. For just a moment I was able to forget all about the mountain of troubles that were burying me. After just standing there in the water for awhile I finally started to wash myself. After all I was dirty as well as cold. I quickly washed my hair, then began to slowly run a soapy rag over my body, examining it more closely as I did so. My skin was all so soft and smooth now...girl skin. I also noticed that I didn't have any hair on my body other than what was on my head. There was no sign of even the faintest hair on my legs, any in my arm pits, and not even in my crotch. It was all completely smooth. I spent a lot longer in the shower than I normally do, partly because I was checking out my body a little more, but more than that because I was tired and chilled and the hot water felt so damn good. By the time I finally climbed out of the shower I felt a lot better and also more relaxed. I felt awkward and self-conscious as I dried myself off, especially as I ran the towel over my chest. I was still stunned by my transformation and hard time believing I actually had boobs. I felt like this was some kind of weird dream, though I knew better than that. Still, it just didn't feel real to me yet...which may have been a good thing at the moment. "I just need to sit down and think," I sighed, grabbing a blanket off of one of the beds and wrapping myself in it before sitting down on the couch. I let back and let out a sigh, yawning loudly and muttering. "I just need to think about this..." Though I tried thinking about my problems and what I should do next my thoughts kept sliding sideways in odd directions. I kept yawning, feeling more and more tired now that I was finally warm and sitting down. Then before I knew it I'd slipped off into sleep again. -------------------- It was nearly noon when I woke up again and though I felt guilty for having spent so much time asleep my body appreciated it. All the residual aches and pains had faded away and I was now fully recharged. However this meant that I was now clear headed enough to really absorb my situation. My family had been kidnapped, my home had been completely destroyed, and I had somehow been transformed into a girl. At the moment I seriously wished for the days when my biggest problems were acne, getting a girl I liked to notice me, and the occasional fear that one of my dad's super villain enemies might discover where we lived. "They found us all right," I grimaced, shaking my head. Though I had a lot of problems I knew I had to prioritize them if I wanted to make any sense of what to do about them. Since there was absolutely nothing I could do about my house and not much I could do about my family at the moment I focused on my most immediate problem...my body. "I can't believe I've got boobs," I grimaced, removing the blanket and poking at them with my fingers. Damn they felt weird. And after I poked at them a few more times I noticed that the nipples were kind of sensitive. It kind hurt a little when I poked them too hard with my now longer nails. "Damn..." I grimaced, then decided to take care of a few more even more immediate problems while I thought about my whole girlification issue. I went to the bathroom to relieve myself, blushing in embarrassment as I did so. I'd relieved myself in the shower last night, but I'd been half asleep at the time. Now I was fully awake and just as fully aware of the strange yet familiar sensations of taking a piss. Once I was done in the bathroom I turned my attention to my other immediate requirement..food. I felt damn near starved. Not only had I missed dinner yesterday because of the attack, I'd also probably burned up a lot of calories during my transformation. Regardless it had been a full day since I'd last eaten and my stomach was demanding attention. The safe house didn't exactly have a fully stocked fridge since no one was ever here, but we did have cupboards stocked with non perishables like boxes of mac and cheese or cans of soup. I helped myself to some oat meal that only required a little hot water to give me a big bowl of bland, but filling goodness. I wolfed down my oatmeal and then made myself a second bowl, thinking about my situation the entire time. I was sure my turning into a girl had something to do with my own power finally developing, though I wasn't sure how. Adrenaline and stress were well known triggers for people who had latent developed powers and I'd had large doses of both. As for why my powers developing turned me into a girl, I had several ideas. I might be a shapeshifter and in my desperation to hide I might have instinctively changed into a form that they wouldn't recognize. I kind of liked the idea of being a shapeshifter, since we didn't have anyone with powers like that in my family, so I'd be a bit unique. I also thought that maybe I might be a skitzomorph...someone with two or more specific forms that they could change back and forth between sort of like a Jeckyll and Hyde thing. Though we didn't have any skitzomorphs in my family either I knew that sometimes they would have extra powers in one of their forms, but not in another. After I'd finished eating I decided to test out my ideas. I took several deep breaths and then focused on turning back to normal. I closed my eyes and intensely concentrated on my body transforming back into my normal male one. However after ten minutes of this with no effect I tried a different tactic. I tried relaxing instead and thinking that it was safe to go back to normal since I didn't have to hide anymore. Unfortunately that had no effect either. I spent more than half an hour trying to change myself back to normal, but had absolutely no luck. I didn't feel even the slights tingle or new ache in my body. I finally had to admit that either it was trickier than I'd hoped...or more likely...I was completely wrong about being a skitzomorph or shapeshifter. That idea was kind of scary since it meant that I'd be like this for good. "Damn," I winced at the idea of spending the rest of my life as a girl. "No way..." If I wasn't a shapeshifter or skitzomorph, then the chances were more likely that I was one of those other kind who changed shape due to their developed powers. Sometimes a person might suddenly transform when they became developed and never transform back. A man might suddenly become a foot taller and grow muscles like a bodybuilder or a plain Jane woman might suddenly transform into a hot and busty babe. Of course not all the changes were good ones, since people could just as easily transform into freaks or monsters. And if a transformed person wasn't a skitzomorph with the ability to change back into their original selves, they would remain in their new form permanently. Certain powers ran through my family, but absolutely no one was a shapeshifter or skitzomorph of any sort. In fact we didn't even have anyone besides me who'd transformed physically. Except, I realized, perhaps Grandpa. He was a tall, muscular, and handsome man, but I had absolutely no idea if that was all natural or given to him along with his powers. He'd never talked much about who he was before the day his life was changed so for all I knew he might have been physically altered. "Not that it matters any," I sighed, looking down at the bumps on my chest and shaking my head. Either way, I'd been transformed into a girl and didn't seem to have any way back to normal...at least not yet. "But I might have other powers..." It was quite possible that my transformation had come with powers, ones other than shape shifting that is. I just had to figure out what they were. With that I set to work testing out any idea I had for a power. I tried lifting the couch, but only proved that I not only didn't have super strength, but was physically weaker than I was before. I guess that wasn't too surprising, since I was now about five inches shorter than before and lacked a lot of my old muscle. I also tested for invulnerability and got a small bruise for my effort. "Two powers down and a million more to go," I sighed. Since certain powers did run through my family in one form or another those were the ones I tried to test for. I couldn't fly, telekinetically move objects, or heal injuries...as my remaining bruise proved. However after trying to duplicate the energy force field powers that Dad and uncle Leon had I discovered my first bit of luck. I held out my hand concentrating having energy appear and form into a sword. I felt a faint tingling in my palm and then several pink bubbles of energy appeared from my palm...hovering in the air for just a moment before vanishing. I felt a surge of excitement and tried again, though even after a dozen attempts I was still unable to summon more than a few pink bubbles which didn't last more than a few seconds. "Damn," I grimaced, not sure to be excited to discover that I had some kind of power or disgusted at the realization that it was so weak as to be completely and totally useless. I let out a sigh of disappointment and shook my head. I stared down at my feminine hands with the pink girly nails and sighed again. I went through all this and I didn't even get a decent power. What I had instead was a super weakened version of my dad's energy power that was so weak that it would only be useful as a party trick. Then I shook my head and snapped, "Stop feeling sorry for yourself..." I thought about my family and felt guilty for forgetting their problems for even a minute. I had to get them help somehow. With that I turned and went to the master bedroom and opened the closet door, staring at the inside of the closet for a moment before reaching in and pulling the hidden latch which unlocked the false wall in the back. The wall opened up as a door, showing stairs which went down into the secret basement Dad built before placing the mobile home on the property. I only hesitated a moment before going down. The secret basement wasn't some impressive and high tech super hero base like you might imagine from the entrance. Instead it was basically just a basement full of emergency supplies...albeit a few that Dad didn't want anyone else to find. There was a large first aid kid, two cases of bottled water, and several cases of MREs...Meals Ready to Eat. These were military rations which tasted nasty, but could sit for nearly as long as a Twinkie and still be semi-edible. All this filled up a large corner of the basement. There were other emergency supplies down here as well such as extra clothes for everyone in my family...including spare costumes for those in the family business. The costumes were in small boxes labeled with their code names, the White Knight, Deception, Target, Neon, Agony, and Shuriken. Evie has been trying out various costumes, but so far Figment has yet to officially go into the business. Other than the supplies and shelves lining some of the walls, the basement was cold and gray with cinderblock walls. The only real personal touch or decoration in the entire place was an old picture of Knight Force which hung on one wall. It was a familiar picture that had been taken just shortly after my mom joined them. Unfortunately I was pretty sure that the basement didn't have anything in it that would help me find my family or even contact someone who did. There was no phone book with the contact information of all the super heroes nor a hotline phone with a direct link to the Protectorate. Dad didn't leave anything in the safe house that could possibly be used against anyone. "Our regular basement would," I sighed, thinking of the secure basement under our destroyed house which would have contained that kind of thing. I knew that there was a decent possibility the secure basement would have survived the destruction of the house, but that did little good. If the basement had survived... If the kidnappers weren't still watching the house... If I could clear away all the collapsed house to actually reach the basement entrance... And if I could actually get the door open when everyone who knew the combination had been taken. There were far too many big 'ifs' for me to even think about going that route. "We have three generations of heroes in my family," I grimaced as I stared at the picture on the wall. "We've got to have some connections..." I'd thought a great deal about this last night during the long walk to the safe house, but hadn't been able to come up with anything useful. However now that I was rested and a little more clear minded I hoped that I might have more luck. My family depended on it. Grandpa had been a founding member of the Protectorate and we've even had Vigil the Protectorate's leader over for dinner a couple times. I knew what Vigil looked like without his mask on, but I had absolutely no idea how to contact either him or the Protectorate. Dad helped found a group called the Seven about five years ago and had been with them until only recently. He'd found a young woman with powers very similar to his own and had taken her under his wing and even sponsored her to join the group. Unfortunately Golden Angel, as she called herself, had then killed one of their teammates. Dad had been in denial, sure that it was some sort of accident or misunderstanding that would be cleared up...until she came back and killed another member. After that Dad had been heartbroken and quit the Seven. I clenched my firsts with silent rage as I thought about Golden Angel and what she'd done to Dad. My now longer nails dug painfully into my palm as I did so. Golden Angel...or the Fallen as she calls herself now had been one of the attackers last night. She'd been the one who went after Dad as though Dad were the one who'd hurt her rather than the other way around. "The Seven," I muttered, sure that they would be happy to help not only rescue Dad, but also take down someone who'd killed two of their own. Unfortunately, as with the Protectorate, I had no way of contacting them. That went true for the group Angela belonged to as well. I tried thinking of any other hero I'd met and suddenly remembered Ms. Miracle, having forgotten all about her last night. Dad brought her home to get cleaned up and fed a few months ago after they had a mission together. She'd seemed like a really nice lady, but after she'd left Dad told me she wasn't the real Ms. Miracle, but some sort of imposter. He'd been really disappointed and sad when he told me though. I guess Dad would know if she was the real deal or not since he'd had some sort of relationship with the real Ms. Miracle back before he met Mom. "Ms. Miracle is out," I muttered, not only because I didn't know how to contact her, but because I wasn't sure I could even trust her. "Damn..." I had to fight back the tears of helplessness and frustration, though I didn't do a very good job. The tears ran down my cheeks anyway. I wiped them away, but more came to replace them. My entire family was gone and I had absolutely nowhere to go and no one to turn to for help. I couldn't even turn to Mom's side of the family since she'd been an only child who lost her parents back when I'd been just a baby. Even if they were still alive they wouldn't have been able to do more than give me a roof over my head. Unlike Dad, Mom hadn't been a legacy hero. Her family had all been perfectly normal. My mom got her powers due to an accident in college when she and another student got caught in a professor's experiment. Both had developed great powers, so they decided to become super heroes and work together to fight the bad guys. Their partnership lasted only a year or so until my mom and dad hooked up and then they went their separate directions. I paused to consider my mom's old partner for a moment, but then let out a sigh. Again I had absolutely no phone number or means of contact. It seemed that a