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This is the nineteenth story in my Legacy Universe, but like the others, it can be read on its own. A complete list of the Legacy stories will be provided at the end of the story as well as the order in which they were written. Invincible By Morpheus Miles stood atop a cliff staring down at the endless drop of death that stretched down below him. His heart raced in fear at the sight and he wanted to turn away, to do the smart thing and find another way down. However forces beyond his control screamed that he had no choice. "Come on," his best friend Vic exclaimed from a few feet away. "Grow a pair why don't you and go." Miles turned to glare at his friend defiantly, looking him over as he did so. Vic was a year older than him, having turned seventeen a couple weeks earlier. However the fact that Vic was six feet tall and towered over him by six inches always made Miles seem even younger in comparison. "Don't rush me," Miles grumbled, holding his skateboard tight and then looking back to the challenge he'd been dared to face. The 'cliff' was hardly that at all and was actually nothing more than a long flight of steep concrete steps that Vic had challenged him to skate down at high speed. Miles gulped at the sight, thinking of how many possibilities there were for broken bones and how much it would hurt. "My mom will kill me if I get hurt doing this," Miles pointed out, though they both knew that he would do this anyway. He was already getting onto his skateboard for the attempt. Vic just laughed at that. "Just pretend you're invincible like some kind of developed..." Miles ran a hand through his short cropped blonde hair, then took a deep breath and exclaimed, "I'm invincible," before hurling himself down the stairs on his skateboard. He made it more than halfway down before he fell off his board and landed painfully on the ground. "Damn," Vic exclaimed. "Are you all right?" "Yeah, I think so," Miles responded, getting up and deciding that he'd have a few good bruises but that nothing seemed to be broken. "It looks like I really am invincible. Now it's your turn..." "I don't think so," Vic joked with a broad grin. "Unlike some people, I'm not actually stupid enough to try this..." "Bite me," Miles grumbled. But to his surprise, Vic made his own attempt down the steps a moment later. However Miles felt jealous as Vic made it past him and all the way to the bottom before he wiped out. The other boy was back on his feet with a triumphant yell just a moment after hitting. "Damn, I'm gonna miss this," Vic sad as he ran up the steps with his skateboard in hand, stopping beside Miles. Miles nodded at that, knowing that Vic wasn't referring to the fact that they had less than a month until summer vacation was over and school started up again. That would put a damper on some of their fun but that wasn't going to be what ended it. What Vic was referring to was the fact that his dad had a new job and their whole family was about to move halfway across the country. Though the boys had been friends for several years, they both knew that they'd probably never see each other again after this. "I've got to get home and help with the packing," Vic apologized reluctantly. "I'll come help," Miles offered, though this wasn't without certain selfish motivations. Miles knew that if he went to Vic's house, then he was surely going to see Vic's twin sister Christine whom he had a bit of a crush on. Unfortunately, Christine made a clear point of ignoring Miles just because he was one of Vic's friends. Now Miles knew that he'd never wear her down into agreeing to go on a date with him. "Naw, I've got it," Vic told him with a shrug. "I'll see you tomorrow though and we can hang for a bit then..." Miles shook his head at that. "No, tomorrow won't work for me. I've got to go to work..." He let out an exaggerated sigh at that. Vic stared at him in surprise. "Work? When did you get a job? And for that matter, who in their right mind would hire a pipsqueak like you?" Miles rolled his eyes at that. "Not my job...my mom's. I told you about that assignment they were giving out when I registered for the school year... They want everyone to do one of those career day things before school starts up again and we're supposed to go to work with our parents or something..." "Oh yeah," Vic responded with a chuckle. "Glad I don't have to do that one. It's about the only good thing about moving. I can't imagine being stuck in my dad's office all day." "Too bad I can't go with my dad," Miles responded with a shrug. "I mean, he does real estate so he goes from house to house all day long." What Miles didn't need to point out was the fact that his parents were divorced and his dad lived several states away. In fact Miles hadn't seen his dad in nearly six months and it had been almost two months since he'd even talked to him on the phone. Unfortunately he hadn't had much contact with his dad since the divorce a few years ago and even less since his dad got remarried. Apparently his dad's new wife didn't want him to have anything to do with his old family...including Miles. "Instead I get to go to work with my mom," Miles told Vic with a sigh, shaking his head as they walked back up to the top of the stairs. Then he filled his voice with sarcasm as he added, "Fun fun fun." "I guess I'll just be home, packing up more of my stuff with Christine," Vic said, watching Miles with a smirk. He knew that Miles had a thing for Christine and thought it was kind of funny, though he might not have if Christine had actually shown any interest back. "Bite me," Miles told Vic again. Then he paused to look back down the intimidating stairs before abruptly charging towards them again with his skateboard just to prove that he wasn't afraid of them. "I am INVINCIBLE!" After Miles made it all the way down, scraping his knee and elbow in the process, Vic just laughed and exclaimed, "Dude, you are totally crazy..." Miles just laughed back, looking at his scraped knee and wincing at the pain though he refused to let Vic think it bothered him. He was a bit shaken by that last trip down the stairs and had momentarily even feared that he'd break his neck. However he just grinned broadly and asked Vic, "So, you want to go again?" Vic just shook his head and laughed. "I'd love to, but unfortunately, I've got to get home..." "Chicken shit," Miles teased him pleasantly. "Pipsqueak," Vic responded just as cheerfully. Then as they hopped on their boards and began heading home, Miles couldn't resist adding, "Bite me," even as he glanced back towards the concrete steps. He'd been terrified of them at first but he'd still managed to overcome them. It almost made him feel as though he really was invincible. -------------------- Allison Fletcher let out a long sigh of relief as she returned home from work. It had been a long day, though of course the drive home had been even longer thanks to the bad traffic jam that she'd been stuck in. Apparently it had been caused by drivers slowing down to watch some developed who was showing off with his powers just a short distance from the road. "There should be a law against people having powers," Allison muttered to herself. "Or at least against using them in public." Then Allison stepped into the condo she shared with her son Miles and let the stress start leaching away, at least until she saw the soda cans and potato chips on the coffee table. Her son had even left his shoes and skateboard in the middle of the floor as well, regardless of the fact that she'd told him not to more than a dozen times this last week alone. "Miles Henry Fletcher," she called out loudly, knowing from experience that he could hear her from his bedroom...no matter how often he pretended otherwise. "Get your butt out here right now..." Ten seconds later, Miles came out of his bedroom, letting out a yawn as though he'd just woken up from a nap. Allison wordlessly pointed to the mess he'd left, but he just gave her a blank look as though he still didn't comprehend. "Huh?" he even asked her with vague look of annoyance. "Your mess," she pointed out in a clipped tone. "How many times have I told you to clean up after yourself? Maybe if I stop buying soda and chips, they won't be left all over the place..." "Oh," Miles responded, finally understanding. He rolled his eyes then went to clean up the soda cans and chips. "And don't forget your skateboard," Allison reminded him. While Miles was picking up his mess, Allison noticed that his elbow had a large bandage on, one she realized must be from playing on that skateboard. She stared at it in distaste, having always known it was too dangerous but not wanting to say anything. His father had given it to him as a present and Miles would probably take any criticism of the skateboard as criticism of his father...or even himself. She wanted to say something about the injury as well but also had to bite her tongue on that, though it wasn't easy. Miles seemed perfectly fine and he was always accusing her of being overprotective, and though she hated to admit it, he probably did have a point. It didn't help that he was sixteen but looked closer to fourteen, making him appear even younger than he was. Once she'd made sure that Miles had done as she asked, Allison went to the bathroom to take care of her business. While she was washing her hands afterwards, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, sighing faintly as she did so. Allison was thirty-seven, though unfortunately she thought she could have easily passed for five years older than that. She had shoulder length blonde hair which had contained reddish highlights when she was younger but which now looked dull and faded. She was still fairly slender but her figure had definitely taken a hit with her age. Allison had once overheard Miles talking with his friend Vic and calling one of their teachers a MILF, but she was pretty certain that no one thought of her that way. After all, she'd never really been all that sexy even when she had been younger and in better shape. By the time Allison returned to the living room a minute later, Miles had already retreated back to the disaster zone that he called his room. That was fine with Allison because she could use a little time by herself while she unwound from the day. As much as she loved her son, being around him was hardly a good way to avoid stress. "Tomorrow should be interesting," Allison mused wryly as she made herself comfortable on the couch and turned on the TV. Allison worked for a research company, not as a scientist or anything of the sort but more as a glorified accountant. She was in charge of the supply department, taking the supply requisitions from the various other departments, making sure that they had the budget allotted for their requests, and then forwarding to the requests to the approved suppliers. It could be a stressful job at times but she was certain that Miles would see it as boring. In fact, when he came to work with her tomorrow so that he could see what she did, she fully expected him to be exclaiming that he was bored within half an hour. "I almost wish Ralph had turned down my request," Allison thought aloud. Unfortunately her manager had thought that helping the local schools out with this career assignment would make for good public relations, regardless of the fact that it would make work a little less productive. "At least Miles might get a better idea of how I put food on the table." Then Allison began to focus on the local news station which was currently talking about the huge traffic jam she'd been caught in earlier, or at least talking about the man who'd caused the traffic jam. According to the news, the man was a known developed who loved using his powers just to show off and get attention. The local heroine called Praxis had finally shown up and chased him away, but not before traffic had been backed up for hours. "Those developed are a menace," Allison muttered in annoyance that one person showing off could cause problems for so many normal people. It just didn't seem right. Allison didn't really have anything against people with developed powers and even thought that some of those heroes were quite useful for protecting normal people. However she wouldn't have trusted most people she knew with super powers and held a certain belief that it was bound to go to their heads and make them think they were better than everyone else. And of course, it was well known that power corrupted. The number of super villains there were just seemed to confirm that. It just seemed ironic to her that there were laws about who was allowed to own a gun but there was nothing of the kind about developed powers and those could be far more dangerous. After a minute, Allison turned off the TV since it wasn't helping her relax any. Then again, the news was rarely good for that. Instead, she got up and reluctantly went to the kitchen to prepare something for dinner, absently wondering if she could somehow talk Miles into taking some cooking lessons. However she quickly discounted that idea, knowing that she'd be more than hesitant to even try anything he made. That alone was enough to ensure that this remained one of her responsibilities around the house. -------------------- Miles leaned back in his chair and absently played with the visitor's badge he'd been given, watching his mom work and feeling bored. So far he'd been here for an hour and she'd barely even moved from her computer. In fact, the only interesting thing that he'd seen since coming here was the hot receptionist who'd been sitting out front. He absently wondered if he might be able to find some excuse to go see her again, though he had no illusions that she'd have even the slightest interest in him. Still, that would be a lot better than just sitting here being bored for the entire day. Miles couldn't help but wishing that he was somewhere else...anywhere else. He could be at the public pool doing some swimming or just hanging out with Vic while they still could. Instead he was stuck having to do this school assignment while still on vacation, wasting his time as well as his mom's. Though she had said she was happy to show him around her work, he had a feeling that she wasn't really any more enthusiastic about this than he was. Then his mom's supervisor Ralph came into the office, asking Miles, "How's it going?" Ralph was overweight and balding though still rather nice in the 'trying too hard' sort of way that came off a bit fake. Still he'd given Miles soda and told him to help himself to some of the break room donuts so Miles was willing to give him a pass. "All right," Miles told him with a shrug. Ralph chuckled and said, "I imagine that you're getting pretty bored about now." "A bit," Miles responded suspiciously, wondering if this was some lead in to put him to work. "Well, your mother's work isn't the most exciting," Ralph said, giving her a nod. "But it is vital to keeping everything running. I think you might appreciate what we do a little more if we show you around..." Miles saw his mom stare at Ralph in surprise and then she said something about security. Ralph chuckled, "I'll be here as an escort." "Well I do have some papers that I need Pearson to sign," Allison said, standing up from her desk with a faint smile, grateful for the opportunity to take a break. Miles followed being Ralph and his mom as they led him to the other side of the building, even using their badges to get through some doors. Miles was growing increasingly curious though he made sure not to show it. He even made a point of yawning as though still bored. "As I'm sure your mother already told you," Ralph told Miles with a cheerful smile. "Here at Darklight Industries, we research technological breakthroughs and try finding useful applications for them..." With that, they stopped at another door and Ralph used his key card to open it. Miles was even more curious when they went inside and he saw that it looked like some kind of laboratory with electronics equipment all over the place as well as things that were obviously either in the process of being built or torn apart. In the far corner of the room was a platform with walls on three sides to form a smaller room. The contained area was empty except for the fact that there were ice crystals all over the floor and wall. "Doctor Pearson," Allison suddenly called out, going straight towards a tall and skinny man on the other side of the room. "I need your signature on this requisition form..." "What is this place?" Miles asked, barely sparing a glance at his mom. His attention was on the platform with the ice crystals, which somehow seemed to be important. "This is our cryogenics lab," Ralph explained a little smugly. "They're working on technology to flash freeze things..." "Cool," Miles responded, intentionally using the pun. "So, you're like trying to make a freeze ray..." Ralph just laughed at that and then responded, "Actually, we already have the freeze ray..." "What?" Miles asked in surprise. "What we're doing here is trying to reverse engineer it so we can use the technology for other purposes," Ralph explained, "such as creating small and inexpensive units that can flash freeze fresh food for transport." "So you have a freeze ray," Miles said, not sure he understood this right, "but you're trying to turn it into a freezer..." "Pretty much," Ralph admitted. "It might not sound very impressive, but selling cryogenic units to preserve fresh food would actually be much more profitable than selling freeze rays." He gave Miles a wry grin and added, "Freeze rays might sound pretty exciting but I understand that they aren't very efficient as a weapon." At this point Miles noticed his mom coming back towards them, apparently having finished her business with Doctor Pearson. "So what are you two talking about?" "I was just explaining what we hope to do with the cryogenics research," Ralph told her with a smile. "Your son is quite inquisitive..." Miles gave him a suspicious look at the obviously false compliment but didn't say anything. After all, even though Ralph was up to something, it was still a compliment. Still it did make Miles wonder what Ralph was up to. "You see," Ralph continued his little speech, "there are a number of brilliant scientists and inventors who tend to be rather...shortsighted. They often create innovative weapons which are used by various organizations on both sides of the law or in those ridiculous fights among those developed types. Most of these inventors don't bother exploring other uses for their technology or even having it patented. Sometimes that technology is left behind after their skirmishes...such as the freeze ray. We acquire that technology and reverse engineer it so that we can find more practical applications." "So, you steal their stuff," Miles said with a faint smirk, though Ralph didn't take the bait. However his mom did glare at him. "Many researchers fear that their work could be weaponized," Ralph said pleasantly. "Here, we take the technology and deweaponize it instead." Then he paused to give Miles a smile. "If a mad scientist creates a death ray and we figure out how to turn it into a weed killer...I hardly think we need to feel guilty for it." "So," Miles asked with a grin, almost licking his lips in anticipation, "can I shoot this freeze ray?" "NO," his mom immediately responded, giving him a glare for even asking. Ralph gave him an almost apologetic look before shrugging. A minute later, they left the cryogenics lab and started down the hallway. Ralph was lecturing about the company but Miles wasn't paying much attention to what he said. Instead he stared at the man, trying to figure out what he was up to. Sure, he'd been nothing but nice to Miles...but he'd been suspiciously so. Miles was used to being treated like a kid and ignored while Ralph was at least pretending to take him seriously, which most didn't even bother with. Then Miles notice the way Ralph kept glancing at his mom and suddenly realized exactly what he was up to. Ralph had a thing for his mom and was merely trying to use Miles to get on her good side. Miles smirked faintly at that realization, feeling much better now that he knew why Ralph was being so nice to him and taking him places that he probably shouldn't. Still Miles hoped that his mom didn't end up dating Ralph and shuddered slightly at the thought. Sure, Ralph might be kind of nice but he was a bit too much of a dweeb. As they continued down the hall, Ralph pointed to one door and said, "This lab is working on an antigravity device. So far, the technology would be too expensive to be practical for most applications but we hope to make it more cost effective..." Miles tuned out most of what Ralph said, thinking that antigravity sounded pretty cool but his mom's boss somehow managed to leach all the excitement from the idea. Instead of talking about flying cars, he seemed more interested in something about cost benefit analysis for shipping. Miles just shook his head, wondering how you could turn something cool into something lame. As far as he was concerned, this was just another mark against Ralph as a possible boyfriend for his mom. "And this is our quantum generator project," Ralph said as he stopped in front of another door. "With this, we have a potentially unlimited source of energy..." "Actually, I need to talk with Doctor Zuma," Allison said. "I might as well do that while we're here..." Then as they went through the doors, she reminded Miles, "Remember, this is all confidential so you can't tell anyone about this..." "I know what confidential means," Miles responded with an exasperated sigh. "I'm not stupid." At the same time, he wondered how he could do a report on this experience when he went back to school if he wasn't even allowed to talk about it. It seemed like a waste of time that could be better spent skateboarding or checking out Christine. "To be honest," his mom continued as though he hadn't spoken, giving Ralph a slight glare, "we never should have brought you to this area..." "I'll take full responsibility," Ralph told her pleasantly. "Besides, this will be educational for the boy." When they went into the room, Miles looked around, trying to find anything like that ice box from the freeze ray room. However he saw nothing of the sort, only a lot of weird equipment that made no sense to him. However he did see something in the middle of the room that looked potentially interesting, a gold metal pillar about two feet across which went from floor to ceiling and which had all sorts of cables and wires attached to it. "Zuma," his mom called out, walking over to a dark skinned woman who was working on a computer. "So...where did this one come from?" Miles asked Ralph, to kill time just as much as from real curiosity. "This was reverse engineered from the power source of some doomsday weapon," Ralph stated with a grin. "A doomsday weapon?" Miles gasped in surprise. Ralph just nodded at that, obviously pleased by the interest Miles was showing. "You'd be amazed at how many doomsday weapons there are out there..." He shook his head. "It seems that most of those mad scientist types create at least one or two of them so they really add up. Those heroes tend to destroy most of them before they ever get used so we were pretty lucky to get our hands on this one. Still, this is the equivalent of taking a nuclear bomb and reverse engineering it to create a nuclear reactor. Doctor Zuma says that this should be a safe and stable source of energy which will make our company billions..." "Billions?" Miles exclaimed in amazement. He couldn't even imagine that much money. His reaction obviously pleased Ralph who looked even more smug. Suddenly there was a loud 'BOOM' followed by everything shaking. Miles just barely managed to keep from falling on his butt while Ralph yelled out, "Earthquake!" He immediately dove for cover beneath one of the work desks while Miles remained where he was, looking around in confusion. A moment later, a loud siren began going off and Doctor Zuma exclaimed, "The security alarm..." "Miles," his mom yelled to him, rushing back to his side. "We have to get out of here..." "It won't do any good," Ralph said, not coming out from under the desk. "That's the security alarm... All the doors will automatically lock..." "He's right," Doctor Zuma exclaimed as she ran to the door and tried opening it. "Everything locks down under a security threat..." She looked worried which made Miles worried. "What's going on?" Miles demanded, though it was obvious that no one else had any real idea either. There was another 'BOOM' even louder than the first as well as even more shaking followed quickly by a third. Just then a section of the wall exploded in, creating a gaping hole and revealing a figure on the other side. The figure stepped through the hole and into the lab, pausing for a moment to look around. "Holy shit," Miles exclaimed, feeling a surge of fear. It said something about how afraid his mom was that she didn't even warn him about using that kind of language. The figure was a woman...or at least female in shape since her entire body appeared to be made out of metal. Most of her body was painted green or black though there were a few parts that were more of a dark gray color. Her face was one of the parts painted black which gave her something of an African appearance, an impression which was increased by the dark gray metal cables that came from the back of her head and hung down, looking almost like dreadlocks. Then Miles noticed something else, that she had thin glowing green lines running over her body, forming patterns similar to a circuit board. "Objective located," the metal woman stated in a flat voice, staring straight at the gold metal pillar in the middle of the room. "Oh shit," Miles whispered, crouching down and trying to stay hidden behind some of the lab equipment, silently praying at the same time that this intruder didn't see him. He had absolutely no idea of who she was or what she really wanted but had a feeling that it would be best to avoid being noticed by her. The metal woman walked to the computer that Doctor Zuma had been working on and put her hand on it. Suddenly, glowing green lines like the ones on her body began to appear all over the computer monitor and tower. She stood there for a moment before pulling her hand away, making the glowing green lines vanish from the computer as she did so. "Data acquired," the metal woman stated and then turned to look at the gold metal pillar again. "NO," Doctor Zuma yelled. "You can't do this..." The metal woman didn't say a word as she held her hand out towards Doctor Zuma and fired a blast of blue energy which hit her in the chest. Doctor Zuma was thrown back and hit the ground with a gaping hole through her. Miles could only stare in horror. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," Ralph was muttering over and over again. "Oh God," Allison whimpered. "This can't be happening..." Miles looked to his mom hopefully, knowing that there was nothing she could do but still being unable to help the old habit of looking to her for help. Then he looked at the metal woman, feeling his heart race in fear. He'd always fantasized about running into some kind of super villain and somehow being the only person who was able to stop them. However this was far more terrifying than he'd ever imagined and he had no illusions about being able to stop this one. At best, he could avoid being noticed and survive. Miles clenched his hands, feeling frustration as well as the fear. He felt so weak and helpless that this reminded him of when he was younger and used to get picked on by bullies at school all the time. He'd only gotten that to stop by refusing to let them see how afraid he was, by convincing them that he wasn't a victim. Miles absolutely hated the fact that he was once again put in that position, especially since there was nothing he could do to change it. The metal woman tore open the gold pillar and revealed more machinery which had been inside. She didn't hesitate before reaching inside and pulling out another tube which was three feet long and a foot across. It was mostly black metal, but in the middle of it there was a transparent section which slowed a glowing red sphere inside. "The quantum core has been acquired," the metal woman said, appearing to be talking to herself. "Beginning withdrawal." With that the metal woman held up the hand that wasn't holding the stolen equipment and fired a blast of energy at one of the walls, blowing a large hole in it the same way she had to enter. Miles stared as she started to walk out, wondering why she hadn't just gone the way she'd come. But then he stopped wondering and stared at the ruined equipment in the middle of the lab which had sparks flying from it. And as he watched, flames began to appear. "We have to get out of here," Ralph exclaimed, rushing to the door which was still locked. "Damn security..." Suddenly the equipment that the metal woman had torn apart exploded on one side, sending a wave of fire all across one side of the lab. The fire spread along the floor and wall and began moving towards them. Ralph and Allison both started pounding at the door and screaming for help. "Why isn't the fire system going off?" Ralph demanded in a near panic, looking to the ceiling in desperate hope. Miles stared at them and then looked around before realizing that there was another way out of the room. "We can leave through the hole," he called out, pointing to the one that the metal woman had made during her departure. Miles glanced to the other hole she'd made when arriving but that one was blocked by the fire. Ironically the only way he could see to get out would be to follow the woman who'd caused all this. "We can't go after her," Allison exclaimed, staring at the hole in fear. However Ralph was already starting towards it, deciding that the fire was probably more dangerous than the metal woman. After only a moment of hesitation, Miles and his mom followed. They entered a large storage room that also had a locked door as well as another gaping hole in the far wall. Since they had little choice, they continued following after the metal woman, stepping through the opening and then leaving the building entirely. They were in the large loading area behind the building, though they quickly saw that they weren't safe yet. Miles stared at the metal woman who stood only twenty yards away, still holding the tube she'd stolen from the lab. He was sure she would have gotten away by now, though it only took him a moment longer to see why she hadn't. She wasn't alone. There was another figure floating in the air a short distance away from her. The floating woman had fairly short dark hair and a killer body that was clearly visible through the red and white spandex costume she was wearing. She even had a red cape and a red belt with a gold buckle that included red gem in the middle of it. She was also familiar looking since Miles had seen her on the local news a few times and had even seen her flying overhead once or twice. This was a local super hero called Praxis. "You're not going anywhere," Praxis exclaimed, floating in the air with her hands on her hips in what Miles thought was supposed to be a tough pose. "Your statement is inaccurate," the metal woman responded. "Your opposition is irrelevant." "Oh shit," Miles exclaimed, watching the two developed women in amazement. "We have to get out of here," his mom exclaimed, grabbing his arm to pull him away. Suddenly Praxis threw herself at the metal woman who responded by firing a blast of energy from her free hand. The blast of energy went right through Praxis as though she was a ghost and a moment later, Praxis punched the metal woman with a force that Miles could feel. The metal woman was sent flying backwards and she dropped the tube she'd stolen in the process. "That's awesome," Miles blurted out, suddenly more interested in watching the fight than in getting away. "No it's NOT," his mom yelled, pulling him away even harder, looking at the fight with obvious fear in her eyes. "Come on," Ralph exclaimed, already running and leaving them behind. The metal woman opened fire with energy blasts from both hands and then launched herself forward and hit Praxis. Praxis was knocked back but quickly rebounded, hitting the metal woman and sending her smashing into the ground right next to where she'd left the tube. There was a loud cracking sound and suddenly red energy began to pour out of the tube. "The quantum core has been breached and is rapidly destabilizing," the metal woman stated as she looked down at it. "The core must be abandoned but the data remains safe. Your interference results in the delay of my plans, not cancellation. Further conflict with you at this time is pointless." And with that, she opened fire on Praxis, hitting the hero and sending her flying back. While Praxis was recovering, the metal woman suddenly began to float up into the air and then quickly flew off, leaving the broken device behind. Miles took one more look at the glowing energy that was coming from the dropped tube and then ran as fast as he could with his mom right beside him, though she had a hard time running in her heels. Ralph had already left both of them well behind and seemed to have no intention of waiting for them to catch up, not that Miles could blame him. Still, Miles might be slowed down by his mom, but he wasn't about to leave her like that. "I have to get rid of this thing," Praxis was exclaiming with a note of fear in her voice. Miles didn't even bother looking back, knowing that she was talking about the tube. But then Allison tripped and fell to the ground. Miles immediately stopped to help his mom up, frantically looking back to where Praxis was picking up the leaking tube, looking as though she planned on flying away with it. "Come on," Miles frantically urged his mom, helping her back to her feet. "Go," she ordered him fearfully. "I'll catch up..." Still she accepted his help getting back to her feet. Suddenly there was another loud cracking sound from the leaking tube followed by a burst of red energy that swept outward in a wave. Miles saw it coming towards him just a second before it hit and he let out a long scream that was echoed by the one coming from his mom. Miles felt a searing pain which burned through every fiber of his body, an agony unlike any that he'd ever felt before in his life or had ever even imagined. For a brief instant, it was as though this was the only thing that was real, the only thing that existed at all. Then just as suddenly as it had come, it was over and he collapsed to the ground, no longer hurting but still feeling a strange tingle and a sense that something had changed. "Oh God," his mom exclaimed from beside him. "Miles, are you okay?" "I...I think so," he responded after a moment though he wasn't certain at all. He slowly got back to his feet, finding that his entire body felt weak and rubbery but at least there was no pain. He looked at his mom and finished helping her up as well, just as he'd been doing when the wave hit. "I think so..." "Nothing seems to be broken," she muttered, sounding relieved though looking worried. Miles nodded numbly, not seeing anything wrong with himself or even his mom. Then he remembered Praxis and looked to where she'd been about to take off with that broken tube. However there was no sign of the tube or Praxis...though to his surprise, he saw that there were actually two naked people there instead. There was a naked man who was slowly standing up, looking dazed and confused. Then he stared down at himself with a look of surprise and began to grab at his body. However Miles was less interested in him and his strange behavior than in the naked woman who was just a short distance away from the man. She got up as well and then began to duplicate his actions, looking down at herself in surprise and then feeling her body. "I'm me again," the man exclaimed. "I'm back in my own body..." "Me too," the woman said a moment later, grinning broadly. Then she stared at the man and burst out laughing. "We're free... We're finally separate..." The man stared at the woman for a moment before saying, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time..." And with that, he grabbed her in passionate embrace and began kissing her. A moment later, Miles suddenly found his mom's hand over his eyes as she tried blocking this from his view. He couldn't resist smirking and called out, "Get a room," even as he pushed his mom's hand away. The man and woman pulled away from each other and stared at Miles and his mom in surprise, blushing brightly as they realized that they weren't alone. Then they looked to each other and grinned, grabbing hold of each other's hands again. Suddenly there was a flash of light and the couple were gone, replaced by Praxis who was fully dressed in her costume. "I'm Praxis again," she exclaimed in surprise, looking down at herself and muttering, "That didn't last long..." Miles stared at her with his mouth open, gasping, "Holy shit..." "Watch your language," his mom said from beside him, more out of habit than anything since she was staring at the hero in surprise as well. Praxis frowned with a look of concentration and suddenly there was another flash of light and she was gone, with the naked man and woman reappearing. They looked down at themselves and then each other and began laughing. "We can merge and separate at will," the woman exclaimed. "Probably because this was so much like the accident that merged us," the man said thoughtfully. Then he glanced back to Miles and his mom and added, "We should probably talk about this somewhere more private." "Agreed," the woman said. A moment later, the man and woman had once again been replaced by Praxis. She looked at Miles and Allison and said, "You two seem all right but you should probably go to the hospital and get checked out...just in case." Then she nodded slightly before flying up into the air and then off into the distance. "That was awesome," Miles finally blurted out, feeling excited now that the danger was all gone. "That was TERRIFYING," his mom snapped at him, still looking a bit shaken. Then she looked around and muttered, "Figures Ralph would just leave us like that..." Miles smiled faintly at that, pleased since this meant that there was no chance his mom would be dating Ralph. It wasn't that he had anything against Ralph, but the idea of his mom dating the guy wasn't a good one. However what was a good idea was how his friends would react when he told them that he got to be front row in a battle between two developed. Of course, when he told them about it, he'd neglect to mention that he nearly pissed his pants. "Come on," his mom said, already walking away. "We're leaving..." "Where are we going?" Miles asked, hoping it was home. "The hospital," she responded with a deep scowl. "That...that woman was right. We need to get checked out. Who knows what that might have done to us...?" Miles shook his head and sighed, knowing his mom was right but not liking it. Still, once they were done with that, he'd be able to call Vic and tell him all about this. Miles chuckled to himself, knowing that his friend would be jealous. -------------------- Miles lay in bed, looking over at the alarm clock which said it was 2 AM, feeling frustrated since he was tired but still unable to fall asleep. Instead he kept thinking of the events of the day, running them through his mind over and over again. He still had a hard time believing this had all happened. At first Miles had been absolutely terrified, more than he'd ever been before in his entire life. Afterwards he'd been briefly filled with excitement but then came the crash and the realization of just how close he'd come to actually dying. He knew that his mom was just as shaken and he'd even caught her drinking some vodka before going to bed. She hated that strong stuff and usually didn't drink anything more than an occasional glass of wine. After everything was over, Miles and his mom had been forced to answer a bunch of questions from the police as well as go to the hospital to get checked out. In spite of the fact that both he and his mom felt weird, the doctors weren't able to find anything wrong with them at all. In the end, they were sent home with a clean bill of health and appointments to come back for follow up exams. Miles sat up in bed, deciding that it was pointless to try sleeping at the moment. He looked to the bedroom door and knew that his mom was still up to. He couldn't hear her but he could actually feel her walking down the hallway. Ever since the explosion, he'd sort of felt connected to his mom in a strange way and could even feel where she was. It had slowly grown stronger since then and was scaring him a bit, though of course he'd never admit that to her. "This is crazy," Miles muttered. "Fucking insane..." After a moment of hesitation, Miles climbed out of bed entirely and put on his sweat pants. Then he left his room and went to the kitchen where he could feel his mom through this strange connection they now shared. She was standing in front of the fridge with a carton of milk in hand, not looking surprised to see him up either. Of course she could feel him the same way that he could her. "You couldn't sleep either," she said with a gentle smile. "How about a glass of warm milk? That used to help you get to sleep when you were a kid." "No thanks," Miles responded with a shrug. "Maybe some of that leftover lasagna from dinner last night..." "Sure, why not," she told him with a sigh. A few minutes later, the two of them were sitting at the table eating reheated lasagna. And though both of them were thinking about the strange events of the day, neither said a word about it. The fact that they both knew they were thinking about the same things was enough. Miles took a bite of his snack and looked at his mom, frowning as he did so. He could still feel her presence...even more than ever before. And not only that, he could feel a strange sort of pressure that had been growing stronger along with that strange odd awareness. Both had become far too strong to ignore. "Tomorrow," his mom abruptly said, giving him a worried look as she did so. "Or later today I guess... I'm going to see if I can find another doctor to check us out. Obviously something is very wrong with us..." Miles just nodded, knowing that there was definitely something wrong but not wanting to think about it. A part of him sort of hoped that if he didn't think about it then it wouldn't be real and would just go away. However another part of him kept thinking of everything that could be going wrong with him thanks to that weird explosion. "I guess that's a good idea," Miles reluctantly admitted, suddenly having visions of getting cancer. With that she reached out to gently grab his hand with a comforting squeeze, but the moment they touched Miles suddenly felt the pressure inside of him explode. In an instant, he felt his mom's presence a hundred times stronger than before and the pressure seemed to throw him right at her. His entire being felt as though it was burning and being torn apart and he tried to scream, but before it could come out of his throat, it was over and everything had changed. Miles was thrown back from the table and toppled from his chair, hitting the floor hard in the process, though he barely felt it. He quickly got back to his feet, suddenly feeling unbelievably strange, though not entirely in a bad way. As soon as he was back on his feet, he looked around in confusion, surprised to find that he was now on the opposite side of the table from where he had been...and even more...that there was a teenage boy on the floor across from him. "What the hell?" Miles started, then froze at the sound of his voice. It wasn't his voice. Then Miles was struck by the realization that the guy who was getting up from the floor was the very same one he saw every time he looked in the mirror. He was even wearing the same sweat pants that Miles himself was. He quickly looked down at himself and his eyes went wide as he saw that he wasn't wearing his own clothes anymore but was in fact wearing the sweat suit his mom had been wearing. Of course, the two bulges pushing out from his chest were hers as well...though they somehow seemed far larger than they ever had on her. "What the fuck?" Miles exclaimed at the same moment the apparent boy demanded, "What's going on?" Then Miles looked down at himself again, especially at the breasts he now seemed to possess and gulped. "Mom?" he hesitantly asked the apparent boy. "Miles?" she responded from his body, staring at him with an expression of stunned disbelief. "Is that you?" "Yeah," he responded awkwardly, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious. "I...I think that weird explosion made us switch bodies..." "That's not MY body," she told him, still staring at him intently. "I mean, you're wearing my clothes but you don't look like me..." Miles blinked at that. "I don't? But you look just like me..." Miles looked down at himself yet again, seeing his mom's clothes and her feminine curves beneath them, though he had to admit that what little he could see did seem a bit nicer than he remembered his mom having. He shook his head, feeling the long hair brushing his shoulders and tickling this neck a little "This isn't possible," his mom muttered, grabbing at her chest much as the naked man and woman had been doing previously. Then she reached between her legs and winced before abruptly yanking her hand back. "This just isn't possible..." "No shit," Miles muttered, hesitantly reaching for the bulges on his chest before pulling them back before actually making contact. He gave his mom a quick glance. "What the fuck...?" "Watch your language," she snapped automatically. Miles just stared at her for a moment before he abruptly burst out laughing. "If now isn't the time for swearing, I don't know when is." His entire body felt different...strange. But oddly enough, it didn't really feel bad. In fact he felt strangely good and full of energy. He wanted to get a better look at himself, though he dreaded doing so at the same time. However what made him most curious was that his mom had said he didn't look like her. Before Miles could make a move, his mom already rushed out of the kitchen and hurried straight to her bedroom. He followed behind, curious as to what she was up to. But when they reached her bedroom, he saw her stopping in front of the large mirror on the back of the closet doors and staring at herself. "I look like you," she blurted out, her eyes wide with horror. Miles moved to see himself in the mirror and then let out a loud gasp at the sight of his own reflection. His mom was right. He wasn't in her body, or at least not her body as he was used to seeing it. The woman in the mirror looked about ten years younger than his mom, maybe a little more. She was in her mid-twenties, and from what he could see through the baggy sweat clothes, she seemed to have a killer body with firm muscle tone and great curves. Her hair went down past her shoulders, a few inches longer than his mom's, and it was red with faint golden highlights. "Holy shit," Miles whispered, thinking that she was a total babe. He was a total babe. "No fucking way..." He grabbed at his breasts and gave them a squeeze to confirm that they were indeed real and a part of his body. At the moment, he no longer even cared that his mom was right there. Miles continued to stand there, silently staring at his reflection in shock and confusion, hardly able to believe that this was real. He couldn't have somehow switched bodies with his mom and then turned into a hottie... It was totally impossible. Then again, he reminded himself that in a world where people could develop super powers, just about anything was possible. "What did that energy to do us?" his mom demanded, though she seemed to talking to herself. Miles finally shook his head and said, "I think I look a little like you... I mean, a little..." His mom gave him a curious look and he added, "In the face I mean... Maybe a bit like if you had a younger sister..." Then Miles turned and left his mom's room, giving her some privacy while she stared at herself in the mirror. He wanted some privacy himself. He was scared and confused, but at the same time, this just didn't seem real. It was almost like some sort of strange dream that he was sure he was going to wake up from at any moment. Miles went to his own room and closed the door, making sure to lock it. Then he began taking off the sweat suit he was wearing so he could see his transformed body more closely. "I've got boobs," he whispered, seeing that they were nice sized, round, and perfectly shaped. He'd only seen a real girl's boobs once before, when he'd caught sight of Christine by accident once when he was over hanging out with Vic. Hers were much smaller than his now were, though he guessed that he might be a DD cup or so. They were about the size of one of the teachers at school and everyone whispered that she had double D's. "Big ones..." Miles thought that his new boobs felt weird and nice at the same time, though he felt a bit awkward with looking them over like this. After all, he thought that this might be his mom's body...sort of. After all, she was in his body and he was wearing her clothes. "None of this makes any sense," he muttered to himself. Miles quickly looked over the rest of his body, seeing that it was indeed nice. He had firm muscle tone that was noticeably there, yet not too ripped or bulging. Sure, he wanted ripped and bulging muscles on his own body, but he'd never thought them attractive on girls. Then Miles hesitantly felt between his legs, finding that his little buddy was indeed gone and there was something else in its place, something that belonged on a girl instead. He shuddered, suddenly afraid to explore anymore. Miles quickly put the sweat suit back on, feeling sort of guilty for the self-exploration and even a little nauseous. After all, this was sort of his mom's body so looking it over like that just seemed wrong. Then again, he told himself that she was probably checking his body out in her room. That thought made him feel even more sick to his stomach so he decided to just not think about it. A short time later, Miles was sitting in the living room with his mom, both of them staring at each other and trying to make sense of this. It was weird...too weird to possibly be a dream. Miles was sure that if he was having a dream, this wouldn't be it. His imagination just wasn't this twisted. "I can't believe the quantum reactor did this to us," his mom exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks. "This isn't possible... I can't be you... We need to see a doctor as soon as possible..." "I don't think our normal doctor is going to be able to do anything about this," Miles pointed out weakly. "Hell, I don't know if any doctors would be able to fix this..." He started to reach for his chest again, but then stopped and pulled his hands away self-consciously. Miles closed his eyes and realized that he could still feel that strange connection to his mom, that he could feel her presence beside him. Obviously that weird sense of connection was part of this whole messed up situation. "Damn," Miles exclaimed, hitting the coffee table in frustration. But as his fist hit it, the wood just shattered under the impact while he barely felt it at all. He stared at the destroyed table and then his hand, his mouth dropping open. "Holy shit..." "Miles!" his mom exclaimed, alternately staring at him and the ruined table with a look of shock on her face. "Are you all right? Did you hurt your hand?" "No," he responded, holding his hand up and staring at it for a moment. It was a woman's hand with nice feminine nails. He made a fist out of it and felt absolutely no pain or injury at all from the impact. "It didn't hurt at all..." His mom looked even more worried than before, whispering, "What does this mean?" "I think," Miles started thoughtfully, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. "I think I might be developed..." This time, it was his mom who exclaimed, "Shit..." This entire situation was more than Miles could bear to think about so he tried to focus on the one potential positive of this...the idea that he might have gained super powers along with this new body. He grinned faintly as he got up, grabbing the recliner and then picking it up. It felt so light to him that this proved he now had enhanced strength if nothing else. "No way," Miles gasped. Then he glanced at the ruined coffee table and grinned, his eyes going to a solid oak cabinet in the corner of the room. "Don't you even think about it," his mom snapped at him, giving him a glare that just didn't seem nearly as effective as normal since it was coming from his face. Miles nearly laughed instead. "You should try it too," he insisted. "See if you're stronger..." "This is ridiculous," she insisted stubbornly. "I don't want some silly super power... I just want to get us both back to normal as quickly as possible." "Go ahead and try," Miles urged her again. After another minute of urging, she finally tried lifting the couch, grimacing as she lifted one end a little and then dropped it back to the ground. She scowled, looking annoyed and even a little disappointed. "It's heavy," she grumbled. "Maybe you have a different power," Miles suggested hopefully. "I already told you," she responded with a glare. "I don't want any super powers... I don't want to be developed... I just want to get back to being myself." Miles nodded, his enthusiasm fading under the realities of the situation. He certainly didn't want to be stuck like this either. The idea seemed absolutely insane, and then there was the matter of what his friends would say. He was sure that Vic would tease him mercilessly when he found out. "Damn," Miles said with a sigh. His mom just nodded agreement. Miles closed his eyes, once again feeling this strange link to his mom. He knew that this was what had switched them...somehow. He pulled on the link and was surprised to see that his mom felt it. She jumped slightly and stared at him in surprise. "I can sort of feel that," she said, closing her eyes and pushing on the link as well so that Miles felt it. Suddenly Miles was hit with the same powerful sensations that he'd felt earlier, a sense of pressure and being pulled towards his mom. Everything seemed to burn and twist, then a moment later it was over. "Damn," Miles exclaimed, freezing when he realized that it came in his own voice. Miles looked down at himself and saw that he was back in his own body again. He let out a sigh of relief and looked to his mom, seeing that she seemed to be back in her own body as well...and looking like her old self rather than like the babe that he'd been. "I'm me again," Miles said with an intense sense of relief. He laughed at that. "It wore off..." "Thank God," his mom said with her own sigh of relief. She quickly felt her breasts almost as though to make sure that they were indeed back. "It's over..." Miles nodded at that, though he wasn't quite so certain it was really over. He closed his eyes and he could still sense his mom's presence. The strange pressure seemed to have faded away, but he could tell that the link to her was somehow still there. "After all this excitement," his mom said, letting out a loud yawn, "I'm finally done for... It's way too early to be up so I'm going to bed and think you should too. Hopefully in the morning we'll have forgotten all about this..." Miles nodded and began making his way back to his own room, wondering how he could possibly get to sleep now. His mind had already been too occupied for him to sleep before, and now.... He shook his head, hoping that he could still manage to get to sleep anyway. He hoped that his mom was right and when he woke up, this would all turn out to have been a dream. -------------------- Allison rubbed her temples, silently cursing everything that had been going wrong in the last two days. It was as though her entire life had been turned upside down and she didn't know what to do. First had been that nightmare at work yesterday when that strange metal woman had caused all that destruction and then finished it off with the explosion that she and Miles had been caught in. And as if all that wasn't enough, the strange events of last night had taken it to a new level. Allison shuddered as she remembered being in Miles' body, still hardly able to believe it had really happened. Fortunately it had suddenly worn off just as suddenly as it happened. "But it isn't over," she whispered to herself. She could still feel that strange connection to Miles, could feel him where he was currently hiding out in his room. That was disturbing but not quite as bad as the pressure which she felt building along that link. "I have a bad feeling about this," she muttered. "A very bad feeling." At the moment, Allison wished she was at work like she'd normally be at this time since that would keep her too busy to worry about all this, but that just wasn't possible. The entire company was shut down while they were cleaning up the damage and investigating the intrusion. Allison and most of the other employees had been told to stay home for the next week. "At least I'm getting a bonus from all this," she said with a sigh. Actually it was more of a compensation that the company was giving to all the employees who'd been caught up in this, probably in order to reduce the chance of a lawsuit. Still she could use the extra money. Allison shook her head and then started for the kitchen, trying to distract herself by seeing what she could get going for dinner. She started looking through the fridge but her thoughts kept turning back to the strange things that she'd been feeling ever since that explosion. "I can't believe I was really a teenage boy," she muttered with another shake of her head. Her attention went back to the strange link she now shared with Miles, feeling him and the building pressure. Then as she focused on this pressure, it suddenly exploded inside of her and she could feel herself being thrown down the link towards Miles, just as she had last night. An instant later, Allison gasped in shock as she suddenly found herself in her son's bedroom, sitting on his bed with a video game controller in her hand. She looked down, already knowing what she'd see. "No," Allison cried out in horror at seeing that she was in Miles' body again. "No... Not again..." Allison rushed back to the kitchen where she found Miles, looking just like he did last night. She froze and stared at him, feeling a strange mixture of worry and envy. "No fucking way," Miles exclaimed. "Not again..." Allison glared at Miles, about to warn him about using that kind of language, but then just shook her head. Considering the circumstances, she couldn't really blame him. She stared at Miles, wondering what in the world was going on. Somehow, they not only switched bodies but Miles somehow changed even more. While she was in his body, looking exactly like him, he somehow looked younger and much sexier than she did. And then there was the bit about him somehow seeming to have super strength as well. "We've got to switch back," Allison insisted, trying to remain calm and act as though this was under control, though the truth was far from that. "It worked last night so we'll just have to do whatever we did then..." "I was just playing my game," Miles muttered, staring down at himself and looking as though he was tempted to grab at his breasts. "Not again... Vic will never let me hear the end of this..." Allison closed her eyes, taking several deep breaths and trying to make sense of it. She was distracted by the odd feel of her own body but tried not to think about it. Instead she tried to think about what she and Miles had been doing last night when they switched places...and when they switched back. "I think I triggered it this time," Allison mused aloud. "I was messing with that strange link when this happened... But last night, all we did was touch each other when we had that weird pressure..." "I was messing with the link last night when we switched back," Miles admitted awkwardly. Allison hesitantly reached for her chest and frowned, finding the flatness to be uncomfortable. The absence of the usual flesh and weight was somewhat distracting. She shuddered as she thought of what was between her legs. "We need to switch back," she said, closing her eyes and feeling for the link. She tried pushing it, trying to somehow make them switch back but she felt some sort of resistance. "It's not working..." "I'm trying too," Miles said after a minute, looking disgusted. Then he grimaced and blurted out, "Damn," hitting his hand on the counter and suddenly shattering it. Allison jumped back and yelled, "MILES..." "I didn't mean to," he blurted out, staring at the wrecked counter and then his hand. "It was an accident..." For a moment, Allison glared at him but then decided to focus on their real problem for now. They spent the next ten minutes trying to reach for each other through their link but they could only feel a resistance and no indication that they were switching back. "Maybe it needs more time to wear off," Miles suggested hopefully, though it was obvious that he didn't believe it. Even though Allison was frightened and confused, she reminded herself that they'd switched back last night. That meant they could switch back to normal again. They just needed to remain calm and figure out how to do so. "A doctor," she exclaimed. "We need a doctor..." "Like doctors know anything about this," Miles pointed out with a skeptical snort. It sounded rather strange in his female voice. Allison scowled in annoyance, knowing that Miles was right. Most doctors wouldn't know anything about this kind of strange thing but surely there were specialists she could contact. After all there were a lot of developed running around so there would have to be experts on them and their weird medical conditions. She figured that this kind of doctor would be the best suited to help her and Miles. After searching online for over half an hour, Allison came to the conclusion that most of the people who claimed to be specialists in 'exotic' and 'developed' medical situations were really no more qualified than her normal family doctor. From what she could tell, there were only a handful of real experts and she couldn't be sure how to contact any of them on short notice. Then of course there was still the question of whether her insurance would even cover something like this. She knew Darklight Industries had some nice benefits, but she wasn't sure this was one of them. "Miles," Allison called out, suddenly realizing that it was too quiet. She started towards his bedroom but then paused, realizing that she couldn't feel his presence from there. Instead she felt it coming from outside. A minute later, Allison stepped into the condo parking lot and found Miles lifting up the front end of her car, obviously trying out his developed strength. Sh