Fic: Voy City Chronicles #1 Part 2 of 3 - The Death of Fantastic Man and the Birth of the Danger Duo
Fic: Voy City
Chronicles #1 Part 2 of 3 - The Death of Fantastic Man and the Birth of the
Danger Duo
Author: Widdy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or Seven and B’Elanna unfortunately Paramount does so I’m just loaning their likeness and will return them when I’m done.
Feedback: Yes feel free to feed me.
Pairing: Belladonna Torrent/ Jennifer Sevens
Note: This a little something fun and different I have been working on this afternoon. Does contain the odd swearword and babble. Try to enjoy.
In a dank dark alleyway...
The dream always begins the same. I was a cool kid, well some would say cold and they would be right. I was cold and cruel at times, I didn’t mean to be, it was just easy. I hated school. I hated my life.
To the outside my life was perfect. My parents were tall, blonde and brilliant. What most people didn’t see was the neglectful element to our little family. From the time I was two I was left on my own, to fend for myself. Oh they feed and clothed me, but my company was my own. I had to find my own entertainment. Anytime I asked for their attention I was told to go play on my own, they were busy studying their bugs.
It made me an angry child. It wasn’t an anger that could be seen, it was a slow and building anger, and it quickly found targets when I started going to school. My first and favourite target when I was young was Belladonna Torrent. I recall the first time I ever saw her, and it was also the reason I chose to make her life hell.
She was being hugged by both her parents at the gates of the school, her mother fussed with her hair and uniform and her father stood proudly next to them. While she was being showered with affection, my parents were busy trying to figure out the ins and outs of the newest insect to pop up on the globe. They sent me to school in a taxi with a kiss and a packed lunch. Such love.
The first mean thing I ever did to Belladonna Torrent was to put worms in her food. I can still remember the look of horror and fury that flashed across her face. It filled me with duel feelings of triumph and regret. Still it was an act that sent me soaring to the top of the food chain, and Belladonna screeching to the bottom.
School flew by, I excelled in everything, I was pretty, athletic and smart, a winning combination. I know I sound vain, but I’m just stating facts. I was Voy City and national Cross-Country Champion three years in a row, Voy City and National Swimming Champion for four years in a row, I wont even go into all the academic awards I won. If I am honest I wanted to be the best for my parents, I wanted their attention and I never got it. Even when I was bad they would simply send me to my room with the same enthusiasm they had when I brought home my first National Championship.
As I got older my beauty increased and so did my influence on those around me. Girls scrambled to be my friend and boys begged to be near me, or in the case of Belladonna Torrent begged to get away from me. Life for me to everyone else was good, I had everything. Little did they know I had nothing.
So I rebelled when I was 17. School was over and so was my tyrannical reign of Voy City High School. I was so pleased, I had grown tired with harassing people in my first year, but I had to keep up appearances. Everyone dispersed and went their own way, college, university, work, even slackersville. Me you ask? What happened to me? Well as I said I rebelled. My parents wanted me to follow in their footsteps studying bugs. I couldn’t have thought of a worse fate, who would want to become as emotionless as them?
I took a job as a runner at the local news station and loved it. Three years in and I had worked my way up to assistant to the local beat reporter Flossy Fossilberger. It was during a live broadcast I got my big break. Poor Flossy was killed by the Phantom Fang, she was nice when she wasn’t being a complete bitch, and still no one deserves to have their throat ripped out by a gummy ghost. Apparently they used to date; I don’t even want to contemplate how that worked.
So I became VCN’s new reporter. Anywhere there where kittens up trees or old folks line dancing I was there, for two years anyway. Then by a stroke of luck Vanessa Plumb part-time hero correspondent and main reporter for VCN got hit by a man running faster than a speeding train, and I got another promotion.
How Plumb put up with the constant kidnapping was a mystery. I was excited at first, and then I got kidnapped for the first time. I was terrified until I found out how incompetent these so called super villains are. They are suppose to be evil genius, but can’t even hide woman. It was also the first time I had the miss fortune of meeting and attracting the attention of Fantastic Man. God what a tool.
He almost killed me rescuing me from the lair of the Chameleon. He dropped me twice while flying me out of that stinking pit and broke my ankle and three of my ribs while attempted to catch me. In retrospect and in light of what happened to me, I should have turned down the promotion.
I can still remember the day my life went so wrong. It was bright and sunny, so at odds to what was about to happen. I had been sent to report on the opening of Voy City’s new botanical gardens. I had just finished my report when my day went up in smoke, dirt and leaves.
“And this is Jennifer Sevens reporting for Voy City News. Thank you and goodnight.” I smiled into the camera lens as I gave a small nod.
“And that’s a wrap.” Kevin Cheb shouted to me as dropped the camera and gave me a huge smile and thumbs up.
I nodded and looked down at the stilettos encasing my feet, “Thank god, my feet are killing me.”
“They look good to me.” Kevin smiled with a waggle of his eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes and handed him my microphone as I pulled off my shoes. He was a nice kid, dirty minded but a nice kid. “They would you pervert.”
“You know me so well Jenny.”
I glared at him, I hated being called Jenny, and my name was Jennifer. I did not accommodate nicknames. “Urghh don’t call me Jenny, reminds me of that hack and her sister Delany reporting for Momentum News, I mean who the hell employs twins as a duo reporting team.”
“Momentum news?” Kevin shot back smoothly.
“Don’t be a smart arse Kevin.”
“Come on we better head back.” Kevin nodded his head towards the van and I quickly followed him.
“Yeah I wanna go through the footage we got today before the seven o’clock news.”
Kevin sighed and shook his head as he opened the vans sliding door. “Its fine as is, you’re so anal.”
“You’re a slob who couldn’t get a girlfriend if his life depended upon it.”
Kevin pressed a hand to his chest and then placed his camera in the back of van along with the microphone. “Ouch, if I didn’t know the in and out's of your disastrous love life I might be hurt by that.”
That last thing I remember was throwing my shoes into the back of the van and turning around to see a wall of uprooted trees coming towards us. When I regained consciousness I was tied with standard rope, to a standard metal chair, over a standard trapdoor, in a standard evil lair. I was sure all these evil genius idiots bought their stock at the same place; they must get evil club card points or something for frequent purchases.
I watched for a while as a man who looked to be in his later forties early fifties dressed as a giant redwood pressed buttons on a huge wooden keyboard that looked like it had been made by Fisherprice. He looked a little like the curator of the gardens Taylor Coates
“Look woodman was it?” I said after he continued to ignore me. He had introduced himself after I had woken up.
The older man turned with a rustle of his braches and glared at me. “No Treeman, I am the defender of all tree and plant life, the sprits talk to me and tell me that I must protect them.”
“That’s why you ripped up a bunch of them?” I asked my reporter nature automatically kicking in. I clearly remember dirt and leaves covering me, and a giant palm tree crushing the van and my 300 pound shoes before I was knocked out.
“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” Treeman said with a shake of his head.
Rolling my eyes I tugged upon my bonds trying to loosen the knots. The idiot might have some sort of plant life fetish but he could tie a hell of a good sailors knot.
“Oh please, you people are all the same. Running round in tights and capes thinking you own the place. Those trees had been there for over fifty years, longer than you’ve been around.” I grumbled as I glanced around the room looking for any way to escape. I couldn’t see a thing. The whole place was surrounded by trees, and it was as hot as hell, like we were in a palm house. I rolled my eyes as I realised that I probably had never left the botanical gardens.
“Those trees understood the fight.” Treeman howled as he lifted his arms into the air and waved some leaves dramatically.
“Which is?”
Treeman looked at me like I was stupid, “Global warming.”
“Well, talk to that looser Flame boy; he’s always flying round the atmosphere heating it up.” I knew he must be after something or someone if he had kidnapped me.
Treeman whipped out a note pad and a pencil and started to scribble. “Flame boy you said?
I sighed and fought the urge to roll my eyes once more. “Look Treeman? You could just let me go.”
“And why would I do that Miss Sevens?”
I attempted to twist in my chair, my bottom had gone numb God only knew how long I had been sitting there. “Because I’m just a reporter, a local reporter at that maybe you should take me back and go and kidnap Celina Tiptop, you know she’s an environmental correspondent more up your ally. She is always reporting on Green Peace and stuff, she would love to meet you I’m sure.”
“But Miss Tiptop does not have the heart of Fantastic Man.”
I groaned. The stupid fool had attached himself to me when I first got my job and declared himself my defender. This opened me up to every crazy that had a grudge with him. “Ohhh for God’s sake I can’t stand him.”
“Your weak attempts of denial will not work on me Miss Sevens.” Treeman shouted raising his arms once more.
“No I’m being serious, he’s an idiot and besides I don’t swing that way, if you catch my meaning.” I told the idiot, like I told them all. I didn’t have any relationship apart from a forced one with Fantastic Man, and on top of that I was gay. It was something that had started as an attention seeking venture with my parents, thing was I found that I really did like women.
“You must think I’m a fool.” Treeman laughed loudly.
“Well I won’t disagree with you on that point, but Fantastic Man is a bumbling fool, who is only equalled by his sidekick Clarinet Boy.” I shook my head and blew a piece of blonde hair from my eyes. “I mean why a grown man would go around dressed as a giant clarinet and calling himself a boy I don’t know. Don’t even get me started on all that jeepers talk, it gives me the creeps, I think he must have recruited him from a mental institute.”
“Very clever Miss Sevens.”
“What is?” I asked puzzled, I was just stating facts. Puzzling and crazy facts, but facts all the same.
“Your attempts at deceiving me.”
“What? Oh no I’m not...” I tried to shout my protest at the fool, but Treeman shoved a piece of dirty rag into my mouth and bound it with an equally dirty piece.
“Very clever indeed, your plan to make me think you don’t care for Fantastic Man was quite fiendish Miss Sevens, I almost belived it but I won’t be fooled. I see it in your eyes. Your love for the hansom Fantastic Man is apparent.”
How he saw love in my eyes I don’t know, because it was murder I was directing at him.
“Now behold.” Treeman screamed as he pushed a few of the large brightly coloured wooden buttons on his gigantic keyboard.
My eyes widened as I felt the chair disappear from beneath me and a blast of cold air whip up my skirt. My eyes shot towards Treeman and my murderous look returned as I noticed the old wooden pervert was ogling my goods. As I was suspended above a huge hole full of what looked like household appliances, I attempted to tell him I would kill him but from in-between the rag it just came out as a mumbled groan.
“You see?”
I glared as I tried to speak. Yeah I could see, I was suspended above a huge appliance landfill.
“You see Miss Sevens?”
I screamed in anger as Treeman smacked his wooden forehead and laughed to himself. “Oh right I forgot you can’t talk, hang on.”
Treeman picked up a big black box and pushed a few buttons that pulled me towards him. He untied the gag with a smile and then moved me back out over the hole.
“Waste Miss Sevens, waste. This is just dumped upon our planet.”
“You idiot get me out of this, if I drop down there I’ll die, but I swear ill come back and set fire to you and your precious trees.” I screamed, I was starting to get angry.
“You will be fine.”
“Idiot.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have taken off the gag.” Treeman mused as I called him every name under the sun.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have taken me in the first place. You’re worse than that idiot Fantastic Man, you two should be a match made in heaven.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Help! Anyone but Fantastic Man, help me!
In retrospect I should have kept my mouth shut. The big dope had supersonic hearing, and seconds later there was a hole in the ceiling.
“Did somebody call ‘Help, Fantastic Man, Help me’?” Fantastic Man asked as she placed his hands on his hips and pushed out his massive chest.
“No, I said anyone BUT Fantastic Man help me.”
“You’re such a joker Jenny.” Fantastic Man laughed as he looked at me.
“Don’t call me Jenny.”
“Fantastic Man, I have been trying to get in touch...”
I winced as Fantastic Man slammed a fist into the face of Treeman knocking the man back into his huge wooden keyboard.
“He was an eco fool Fantastic but he seemed harmless, there was no need to hit him so hard.”
Treeman’s head impacted with red button the size of a dinner plate. As soon as it hit the rope holding me jerked, I looked up and watched in horror as it started to be released and came tumbling down. The only problem was that I went tumbling down with it.
I screamed as I plummeted down into the hole. Some part of me half expected to have my ankle wrenched out of its socket by Fantastic man saving me. More fool me I say, because seconds later my head hit an old tumble dryer and my body went west over a table top dishwasher. Something cut my arm and I felt a searing pain shoot through my side.
I groaned in pain as I was turned over.
My eye fluttered open as the round face of clarinet boy appeared before me. I hadn’t seen him earlier, and I didn’t want to see him now, I wanted to be saved and at this point I would even accept Fantastic Mans help. “Jeepers Fantastic Man, I think she’s really hurt.”
“Yeah.” Fantastic Man said with a wince as he looked down at my body, God only knows what I looked like.
“We better get her to a hospital.”
Fantastic mans eyes widened and he shook his head with a nervous laugh. “Are you kidding Clarinet Boy? If word of this got out I would be ruined, imagine me Fantastic Man couldn’t save his lady love.”
“But I thought you loved her?” Clarinet boy said his voice filled with shock.
“I do, but not more than my adoring public, Clarinet Boy something’s have to take priority.” Fantastic man looked upwards and grabbed Clarinet Boys hand. “Now come on let’s get out of here, we will call an ambulance from the nearest phone box while I get changed.”
I couldn’t believe it. So much for loving me, what a dickhead. He was just going to leave me here to die.
“Ok, you know best Fantastic Man.” Clarinet Boy said with a nod as he followed his idiot friend.
“Come on quick, I have to grab those security tapes, can’t have evidence of us being here.” Yeah can’t have me suing your arse can you Fantastic. God what a slime ball, I was thankful I didn’t have feelings for the heroic bastard.
“Sure thing Fantastic Man.” Clarinet boy smiled as Fantastic man grabbed his ample waist and flew from the hole.
I was flabbergasted. That is the only word that accurately describes my state of mind at the time. What a pair of grade A tossers. I know I’m not the poster child for a saint. God knows I was a bitch and a bully growing up but if Belladonna Torrent or one of the others I tormented had fallen down a hole I would have helped, and this was the man who professed to love me.
I couldn’t believe it. Anger surged through my body and radiated through my pores. I swore to myself has a tried to pull myself up I was going to kill them both. I was going to break every bone in their bodies and throw them down a hole to die.
I groaned in agony as the searing pain coming from my arm spread over my shoulders and up my neck. I managed to turn my head as felt my eyes widen as I saw what looked like liquid metal covering my arm. I screamed in agony as something exploded at the back of my neck and finally passed out as a blue and red blur carrying a black and white blob shot through the hole in the ceiling.
That was a year ago. My life had changed drastically since then. When I awoke in a hospital bed with over half of my body replaced by machine limbs, it seemed some sort of nanotechnology had been added to my blood stream. My beautiful and gorgeous body had been ruined and ravaged because of that idiot Fantastic Man and there was no known way to fix it either. The doctors had tried. In other words they were stumped and I was stuck. My strength had increased, so had my vision I could see people miles away and I could hear a man drop to his death from twenty blocks away. I could access and control any technology. In other words I was a total freak. I lost my job, according to the board no one wants to look at a half woman, half machine give reposts on the newest dance craze to take Voy City in years. I was ridiculed and it made me mad as hell.
I didn’t mean to hurt anyone it just happened. One minute I was standing getting fired the next I had some sort of thick mechanical tubes coming from in-between my knuckles stuck in the throat of the CEO. He didn’t die, he just became my slave. Anything I told him to do he did. It also appeared I could create an army of zombie nano controlled minions. I didn’t get to take advantage of this cause I was tasered and sent to Voy City Prison, known locally as the Bowels of Hell.
I have to admit that it was a real eye opener getting sent there, some of the girls are real sweet hearts and a learnt a lot. Like did you know you can create a atomic bomb from 10 kg of Plutonium239, 44 kg of trinitrotoluene, a radio controlled servo mechanism, a remote plunger, a detonator cap, a beryllium pusher shell and a Kirby grip.
I was released two months ago and since then I have manoeuvred things in to place. In the year since Bastard Man and the Boy Blunder had left me to die everything had changed. There was no way in hell that they were going to get away with it. No, I was going to make sure both died a horrible and painful death, or my name isn’t the Assimilator.
TBC in part 3
Author: Widdy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Star Trek or Seven and B’Elanna unfortunately Paramount does so I’m just loaning their likeness and will return them when I’m done.
Feedback: Yes feel free to feed me.
Pairing: Belladonna Torrent/ Jennifer Sevens
Note: This a little something fun and different I have been working on this afternoon. Does contain the odd swearword and babble. Try to enjoy.
In a dank dark alleyway...
The dream always begins the same. I was a cool kid, well some would say cold and they would be right. I was cold and cruel at times, I didn’t mean to be, it was just easy. I hated school. I hated my life.
To the outside my life was perfect. My parents were tall, blonde and brilliant. What most people didn’t see was the neglectful element to our little family. From the time I was two I was left on my own, to fend for myself. Oh they feed and clothed me, but my company was my own. I had to find my own entertainment. Anytime I asked for their attention I was told to go play on my own, they were busy studying their bugs.
It made me an angry child. It wasn’t an anger that could be seen, it was a slow and building anger, and it quickly found targets when I started going to school. My first and favourite target when I was young was Belladonna Torrent. I recall the first time I ever saw her, and it was also the reason I chose to make her life hell.
She was being hugged by both her parents at the gates of the school, her mother fussed with her hair and uniform and her father stood proudly next to them. While she was being showered with affection, my parents were busy trying to figure out the ins and outs of the newest insect to pop up on the globe. They sent me to school in a taxi with a kiss and a packed lunch. Such love.
The first mean thing I ever did to Belladonna Torrent was to put worms in her food. I can still remember the look of horror and fury that flashed across her face. It filled me with duel feelings of triumph and regret. Still it was an act that sent me soaring to the top of the food chain, and Belladonna screeching to the bottom.
School flew by, I excelled in everything, I was pretty, athletic and smart, a winning combination. I know I sound vain, but I’m just stating facts. I was Voy City and national Cross-Country Champion three years in a row, Voy City and National Swimming Champion for four years in a row, I wont even go into all the academic awards I won. If I am honest I wanted to be the best for my parents, I wanted their attention and I never got it. Even when I was bad they would simply send me to my room with the same enthusiasm they had when I brought home my first National Championship.
As I got older my beauty increased and so did my influence on those around me. Girls scrambled to be my friend and boys begged to be near me, or in the case of Belladonna Torrent begged to get away from me. Life for me to everyone else was good, I had everything. Little did they know I had nothing.
So I rebelled when I was 17. School was over and so was my tyrannical reign of Voy City High School. I was so pleased, I had grown tired with harassing people in my first year, but I had to keep up appearances. Everyone dispersed and went their own way, college, university, work, even slackersville. Me you ask? What happened to me? Well as I said I rebelled. My parents wanted me to follow in their footsteps studying bugs. I couldn’t have thought of a worse fate, who would want to become as emotionless as them?
I took a job as a runner at the local news station and loved it. Three years in and I had worked my way up to assistant to the local beat reporter Flossy Fossilberger. It was during a live broadcast I got my big break. Poor Flossy was killed by the Phantom Fang, she was nice when she wasn’t being a complete bitch, and still no one deserves to have their throat ripped out by a gummy ghost. Apparently they used to date; I don’t even want to contemplate how that worked.
So I became VCN’s new reporter. Anywhere there where kittens up trees or old folks line dancing I was there, for two years anyway. Then by a stroke of luck Vanessa Plumb part-time hero correspondent and main reporter for VCN got hit by a man running faster than a speeding train, and I got another promotion.
How Plumb put up with the constant kidnapping was a mystery. I was excited at first, and then I got kidnapped for the first time. I was terrified until I found out how incompetent these so called super villains are. They are suppose to be evil genius, but can’t even hide woman. It was also the first time I had the miss fortune of meeting and attracting the attention of Fantastic Man. God what a tool.
He almost killed me rescuing me from the lair of the Chameleon. He dropped me twice while flying me out of that stinking pit and broke my ankle and three of my ribs while attempted to catch me. In retrospect and in light of what happened to me, I should have turned down the promotion.
I can still remember the day my life went so wrong. It was bright and sunny, so at odds to what was about to happen. I had been sent to report on the opening of Voy City’s new botanical gardens. I had just finished my report when my day went up in smoke, dirt and leaves.
“And this is Jennifer Sevens reporting for Voy City News. Thank you and goodnight.” I smiled into the camera lens as I gave a small nod.
“And that’s a wrap.” Kevin Cheb shouted to me as dropped the camera and gave me a huge smile and thumbs up.
I nodded and looked down at the stilettos encasing my feet, “Thank god, my feet are killing me.”
“They look good to me.” Kevin smiled with a waggle of his eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes and handed him my microphone as I pulled off my shoes. He was a nice kid, dirty minded but a nice kid. “They would you pervert.”
“You know me so well Jenny.”
I glared at him, I hated being called Jenny, and my name was Jennifer. I did not accommodate nicknames. “Urghh don’t call me Jenny, reminds me of that hack and her sister Delany reporting for Momentum News, I mean who the hell employs twins as a duo reporting team.”
“Momentum news?” Kevin shot back smoothly.
“Don’t be a smart arse Kevin.”
“Come on we better head back.” Kevin nodded his head towards the van and I quickly followed him.
“Yeah I wanna go through the footage we got today before the seven o’clock news.”
Kevin sighed and shook his head as he opened the vans sliding door. “Its fine as is, you’re so anal.”
“You’re a slob who couldn’t get a girlfriend if his life depended upon it.”
Kevin pressed a hand to his chest and then placed his camera in the back of van along with the microphone. “Ouch, if I didn’t know the in and out's of your disastrous love life I might be hurt by that.”
That last thing I remember was throwing my shoes into the back of the van and turning around to see a wall of uprooted trees coming towards us. When I regained consciousness I was tied with standard rope, to a standard metal chair, over a standard trapdoor, in a standard evil lair. I was sure all these evil genius idiots bought their stock at the same place; they must get evil club card points or something for frequent purchases.
I watched for a while as a man who looked to be in his later forties early fifties dressed as a giant redwood pressed buttons on a huge wooden keyboard that looked like it had been made by Fisherprice. He looked a little like the curator of the gardens Taylor Coates
“Look woodman was it?” I said after he continued to ignore me. He had introduced himself after I had woken up.
The older man turned with a rustle of his braches and glared at me. “No Treeman, I am the defender of all tree and plant life, the sprits talk to me and tell me that I must protect them.”
“That’s why you ripped up a bunch of them?” I asked my reporter nature automatically kicking in. I clearly remember dirt and leaves covering me, and a giant palm tree crushing the van and my 300 pound shoes before I was knocked out.
“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” Treeman said with a shake of his head.
Rolling my eyes I tugged upon my bonds trying to loosen the knots. The idiot might have some sort of plant life fetish but he could tie a hell of a good sailors knot.
“Oh please, you people are all the same. Running round in tights and capes thinking you own the place. Those trees had been there for over fifty years, longer than you’ve been around.” I grumbled as I glanced around the room looking for any way to escape. I couldn’t see a thing. The whole place was surrounded by trees, and it was as hot as hell, like we were in a palm house. I rolled my eyes as I realised that I probably had never left the botanical gardens.
“Those trees understood the fight.” Treeman howled as he lifted his arms into the air and waved some leaves dramatically.
“Which is?”
Treeman looked at me like I was stupid, “Global warming.”
“Well, talk to that looser Flame boy; he’s always flying round the atmosphere heating it up.” I knew he must be after something or someone if he had kidnapped me.
Treeman whipped out a note pad and a pencil and started to scribble. “Flame boy you said?
I sighed and fought the urge to roll my eyes once more. “Look Treeman? You could just let me go.”
“And why would I do that Miss Sevens?”
I attempted to twist in my chair, my bottom had gone numb God only knew how long I had been sitting there. “Because I’m just a reporter, a local reporter at that maybe you should take me back and go and kidnap Celina Tiptop, you know she’s an environmental correspondent more up your ally. She is always reporting on Green Peace and stuff, she would love to meet you I’m sure.”
“But Miss Tiptop does not have the heart of Fantastic Man.”
I groaned. The stupid fool had attached himself to me when I first got my job and declared himself my defender. This opened me up to every crazy that had a grudge with him. “Ohhh for God’s sake I can’t stand him.”
“Your weak attempts of denial will not work on me Miss Sevens.” Treeman shouted raising his arms once more.
“No I’m being serious, he’s an idiot and besides I don’t swing that way, if you catch my meaning.” I told the idiot, like I told them all. I didn’t have any relationship apart from a forced one with Fantastic Man, and on top of that I was gay. It was something that had started as an attention seeking venture with my parents, thing was I found that I really did like women.
“You must think I’m a fool.” Treeman laughed loudly.
“Well I won’t disagree with you on that point, but Fantastic Man is a bumbling fool, who is only equalled by his sidekick Clarinet Boy.” I shook my head and blew a piece of blonde hair from my eyes. “I mean why a grown man would go around dressed as a giant clarinet and calling himself a boy I don’t know. Don’t even get me started on all that jeepers talk, it gives me the creeps, I think he must have recruited him from a mental institute.”
“Very clever Miss Sevens.”
“What is?” I asked puzzled, I was just stating facts. Puzzling and crazy facts, but facts all the same.
“Your attempts at deceiving me.”
“What? Oh no I’m not...” I tried to shout my protest at the fool, but Treeman shoved a piece of dirty rag into my mouth and bound it with an equally dirty piece.
“Very clever indeed, your plan to make me think you don’t care for Fantastic Man was quite fiendish Miss Sevens, I almost belived it but I won’t be fooled. I see it in your eyes. Your love for the hansom Fantastic Man is apparent.”
How he saw love in my eyes I don’t know, because it was murder I was directing at him.
“Now behold.” Treeman screamed as he pushed a few of the large brightly coloured wooden buttons on his gigantic keyboard.
My eyes widened as I felt the chair disappear from beneath me and a blast of cold air whip up my skirt. My eyes shot towards Treeman and my murderous look returned as I noticed the old wooden pervert was ogling my goods. As I was suspended above a huge hole full of what looked like household appliances, I attempted to tell him I would kill him but from in-between the rag it just came out as a mumbled groan.
“You see?”
I glared as I tried to speak. Yeah I could see, I was suspended above a huge appliance landfill.
“You see Miss Sevens?”
I screamed in anger as Treeman smacked his wooden forehead and laughed to himself. “Oh right I forgot you can’t talk, hang on.”
Treeman picked up a big black box and pushed a few buttons that pulled me towards him. He untied the gag with a smile and then moved me back out over the hole.
“Waste Miss Sevens, waste. This is just dumped upon our planet.”
“You idiot get me out of this, if I drop down there I’ll die, but I swear ill come back and set fire to you and your precious trees.” I screamed, I was starting to get angry.
“You will be fine.”
“Idiot.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have taken off the gag.” Treeman mused as I called him every name under the sun.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have taken me in the first place. You’re worse than that idiot Fantastic Man, you two should be a match made in heaven.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Help! Anyone but Fantastic Man, help me!
In retrospect I should have kept my mouth shut. The big dope had supersonic hearing, and seconds later there was a hole in the ceiling.
“Did somebody call ‘Help, Fantastic Man, Help me’?” Fantastic Man asked as she placed his hands on his hips and pushed out his massive chest.
“No, I said anyone BUT Fantastic Man help me.”
“You’re such a joker Jenny.” Fantastic Man laughed as he looked at me.
“Don’t call me Jenny.”
“Fantastic Man, I have been trying to get in touch...”
I winced as Fantastic Man slammed a fist into the face of Treeman knocking the man back into his huge wooden keyboard.
“He was an eco fool Fantastic but he seemed harmless, there was no need to hit him so hard.”
Treeman’s head impacted with red button the size of a dinner plate. As soon as it hit the rope holding me jerked, I looked up and watched in horror as it started to be released and came tumbling down. The only problem was that I went tumbling down with it.
I screamed as I plummeted down into the hole. Some part of me half expected to have my ankle wrenched out of its socket by Fantastic man saving me. More fool me I say, because seconds later my head hit an old tumble dryer and my body went west over a table top dishwasher. Something cut my arm and I felt a searing pain shoot through my side.
I groaned in pain as I was turned over.
My eye fluttered open as the round face of clarinet boy appeared before me. I hadn’t seen him earlier, and I didn’t want to see him now, I wanted to be saved and at this point I would even accept Fantastic Mans help. “Jeepers Fantastic Man, I think she’s really hurt.”
“Yeah.” Fantastic Man said with a wince as he looked down at my body, God only knows what I looked like.
“We better get her to a hospital.”
Fantastic mans eyes widened and he shook his head with a nervous laugh. “Are you kidding Clarinet Boy? If word of this got out I would be ruined, imagine me Fantastic Man couldn’t save his lady love.”
“But I thought you loved her?” Clarinet boy said his voice filled with shock.
“I do, but not more than my adoring public, Clarinet Boy something’s have to take priority.” Fantastic man looked upwards and grabbed Clarinet Boys hand. “Now come on let’s get out of here, we will call an ambulance from the nearest phone box while I get changed.”
I couldn’t believe it. So much for loving me, what a dickhead. He was just going to leave me here to die.
“Ok, you know best Fantastic Man.” Clarinet Boy said with a nod as he followed his idiot friend.
“Come on quick, I have to grab those security tapes, can’t have evidence of us being here.” Yeah can’t have me suing your arse can you Fantastic. God what a slime ball, I was thankful I didn’t have feelings for the heroic bastard.
“Sure thing Fantastic Man.” Clarinet boy smiled as Fantastic man grabbed his ample waist and flew from the hole.
I was flabbergasted. That is the only word that accurately describes my state of mind at the time. What a pair of grade A tossers. I know I’m not the poster child for a saint. God knows I was a bitch and a bully growing up but if Belladonna Torrent or one of the others I tormented had fallen down a hole I would have helped, and this was the man who professed to love me.
I couldn’t believe it. Anger surged through my body and radiated through my pores. I swore to myself has a tried to pull myself up I was going to kill them both. I was going to break every bone in their bodies and throw them down a hole to die.
I groaned in agony as the searing pain coming from my arm spread over my shoulders and up my neck. I managed to turn my head as felt my eyes widen as I saw what looked like liquid metal covering my arm. I screamed in agony as something exploded at the back of my neck and finally passed out as a blue and red blur carrying a black and white blob shot through the hole in the ceiling.
That was a year ago. My life had changed drastically since then. When I awoke in a hospital bed with over half of my body replaced by machine limbs, it seemed some sort of nanotechnology had been added to my blood stream. My beautiful and gorgeous body had been ruined and ravaged because of that idiot Fantastic Man and there was no known way to fix it either. The doctors had tried. In other words they were stumped and I was stuck. My strength had increased, so had my vision I could see people miles away and I could hear a man drop to his death from twenty blocks away. I could access and control any technology. In other words I was a total freak. I lost my job, according to the board no one wants to look at a half woman, half machine give reposts on the newest dance craze to take Voy City in years. I was ridiculed and it made me mad as hell.
I didn’t mean to hurt anyone it just happened. One minute I was standing getting fired the next I had some sort of thick mechanical tubes coming from in-between my knuckles stuck in the throat of the CEO. He didn’t die, he just became my slave. Anything I told him to do he did. It also appeared I could create an army of zombie nano controlled minions. I didn’t get to take advantage of this cause I was tasered and sent to Voy City Prison, known locally as the Bowels of Hell.
I have to admit that it was a real eye opener getting sent there, some of the girls are real sweet hearts and a learnt a lot. Like did you know you can create a atomic bomb from 10 kg of Plutonium239, 44 kg of trinitrotoluene, a radio controlled servo mechanism, a remote plunger, a detonator cap, a beryllium pusher shell and a Kirby grip.
I was released two months ago and since then I have manoeuvred things in to place. In the year since Bastard Man and the Boy Blunder had left me to die everything had changed. There was no way in hell that they were going to get away with it. No, I was going to make sure both died a horrible and painful death, or my name isn’t the Assimilator.
TBC in part 3