Part One
One man grabbed her left arm, another grabbed her right. They were not careful as they dragged her along the floor. And as she scraped her bare butt on the floorboards, she wondered why this was the oldest memory in her mind. Then she heard the two men talking. One wore glasses, and without a single clue who he was, she decided to think of him as "Glasses," and the other man had a gray pair of pants and an off-white shirt, and his hair was sprinkled with gray. So she figured she would think of him as "The Gray Man" until she discovered who he was. The Gray Man asked, "Are you sure it worked? She remembers nothing?" Glasses replied, "Oh, yes. The process went perfectly. Every personal memory she had in her mind had been blocked off. She can eat, walk, talk, and communicate like an adult, but she can't remember anything she has ever done. A clean slate." The woman didn't like the sound of that. She didn't know who she was, where she was, or why these men were treating her this way. She knew she was a well built, young blonde woman, totally naked. They pulled her to a padded bench and handcuffed her wrists on one end. Her legs were chained at the other end, and she was spread out for the taking. And that was what they had in mind for her, by the looks on their faces. But the odd thing was that as soon as she was restrained, one goon threw a bucket of cold water over her. She coughed and sputtered. Then a huge, bald hispanic man came up to loom over her. She stared up at him. His face, shoulders and arms were covered with whitened distended tissue. And she saw from his expression that he really hated her. The Gray Man spoke. "Scars, I want her to suffer, but no severe damage. I don't want her to die or even pass out."
So, this big guy was called Scars. That made sense. The guy reached down and began to squeeze and mangle her breasts. He pinched, prodded and mashed. His nails pinched hard on the nipples and made her wince and scream at the pain. When this stopped Scars grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her face hard with the other, several times. Then he pulled off his pants and climbed on her, rubbing his dick across her lower lips. His cock was huge and he rammed it into her roughly and deeply. He pushed at her, grinding his crotch into her body and she moaned at the rough stimulation to her cunt. As he began to pump his cock in and out of her, his mouth went to hers and he forced his tongue deep into her. One hand went back to man-handling her left breast, and she was groaning from the rough treatment. He pounded at her and continued the nasty treatment until he came in her. As he stood to get off her, she felt like she'd just gone ten rounds in the ring. (Why did that come to her? Was it a memory? Had she been a fighter? No, she didn't think so...)
Another punk, not as big or ugly, followed Scars. Karl wasn't as interested in hurting her, just having sex. He didn't pinch, poke or bite her. She still hated his guts. She knew his name was Karl as the others cheered him on. She was being treated like a piece of meat here. The second guy came and another hood named Jerrod took his place. He wasn't as passive as Karl, and had an interest in biting her nipples. He also could use a nail clipper. She discovered that as she felt him dig his nails into her butt. When Jerrod came in her he clamped his teeth on her left nipple and she thought he would bite it off. When Jerrod got up, she saw that Scars was back. He had a wide leather belt and swung it over his head to bring it down flat, against her legs. The pain shot up her body, and he hit her again and again, until her legs were red and horribly painful. Scars then got on top of her again and repeated that first rape. This meant another round of his hands on her breasts, and they were getting more and more painful. Scar's thumbs pressed down on her tits where Jerrod had been biting, and she screamed in pain. Her cunt ached from being pounded over and over, but she felt the heat inside her growing from the constant attacks. She arched her back as her body reacted to the sex. She was excited and disgusted by what they were doing. And when Scars came in her the second time, she felt her body spasm from an unwanted climax. And after Scars got up, she got another bucket of cold water in the face.
They unlocked her restraints, and she hoped the ordeal was over. No such luck. They flipped her over and re-attached her restraints with her body face down on the bench. She was laying on her breasts, and they hurt like hell. And Scars had the belt again and started to whack her with it, hitting the back of her legs and her ass. She screamed, over and over, as the pain went through her. She was sure that the skin was being peeled from her body, but Scars was being very careful to inflict the worst possible pain without breaking the skin. Finally he stopped, and the skin on the back of her legs and on her butt glowed blood-red. She gasped air into her lungs and tried to concentrate on surviving the pain she was experiencing. But she had to scream again, as loud as she could, when one of the hoods put his hands on her butt. He put his thumbs into her butt crack and spread the cheeks wide. Then his cock began to push into her anus. From the cheering, she found out this guy was called Ben. His hands were roughly pressing right where she'd been whipped. But that pain, as horrid as it was did not compare to the feeling of his cock ripping into her rectum. Screams and tears were coming out of her, and she was going mad from the level of torture she was being subjected to. With every stroke, Ben was pushing into her a little deeper, until he had his long shaft buried fully in her. She realized with horror her body was reacting to the assault. Her vagina was getting hot and juices flowed from her cunt. Her anus was pulling itself tight, wrapping itself around the intruder. Ben pulled back and began stroking this cock back and forth. She was pushing her butt, sore as it was, up to match his movements. After he did this for a while, he pushed in tight and came into her. She felt a shudder go through her body and she felt a peak of excitement run through her at the same time.
Ben backed up and she was glad to rid of him. But another goon, called Ryker, got back there and started pumping her ass the same way. It was only slightly less painful as she felt this invasion, and clenched her fists and teeth to bear the ordeal. While she was being butt-fucked by this guy, Scars came over and yanked her hair, pulling her head back. He grabbed her jaw and pulled her mouth open. Jerrod came up to her and pushed a metal retaining ring into her mouth, then took a pair of straps attached to it and secured them in the back of her head. The ring gag held her mouth wide open. While Ryker was still pumping his cock in her ass, Ben came over and stuck his dick through the ring into her mouth. Scars yelled, "Suck that dick, you whore!" and brought the belt down on the back of her shoulders. It was vile, but she began to lick and suck at the thing that was shoved into her mouth. She cleaned it only to have it grow stiff in her mouth. Just before Ben ejaculated, he pulled back and sprayed the sperm over her face. Just after that Ryker blew his load into her butt, and came around to have his dick sucked clean. The mystery woman felt like she wanted to throw up when she tasted this guy's cock. It stank even more that the first one. Three more guys took their turns, ass-fucking her, then getting a blow job. Halfway through she got another dousing of cold water. She kept wondering why she was getting treated this way. The rapes she could see as pure nastiness on the part of these ass-holes, especially Scars. He purely hated her for something. And the Gray Man never came near her, but he was watching intently every step of her degredation. He was in charge, so he must hate her just as much, if not more. What in the hell could she have done to them to piss them off so much?
There was a break in the action, and Scars took the time to lash her back with the belt some more. Then he stuck his cock up her ass and she screamed at the attack. His cock was the biggest one of the group and she shuddered to think what it would have been if he'd rammed it into her anus before the other butt-fuckings had stretched her out back there. After his load went into her rectum, he came around for his blow job. But as she started to suck the bastard's cock, he brought the belt down againast her ass, over and over. Every lash was a searing jolt to her already sore butt. He didn't stop until he'd blown a load of sperm down her throat that nearly choked her. Then the men loosened her restraints and attached her wrists to ropes that were attached to winches by way of pulleys in the ceiling. They cranked them up until her arms were holding her body up while pulled at a 45 degree angle away from her body. They left her that way while the pain in her shoulder sockets grew and grew.
Part Two
She didn't know how long they left her hanging there. When they brought her down, her shoulders felt like they were on fire. Two of the men pushed her though a door on the side, and along a corridor. They came to a steel door with a small barred window set in it. They took her through the door and she found it was a small room with cement block walls and no other way out. A steel beam rose vertically in the center of the room. It was imbedded inthe concrete floor and also into the ceiling. A heavy steel chain had one end welded to the beam, and on the other end was a manacle that they locked onto to her right wrist. They left a couple of wooden bowls in the room next to the door, then they brought in a couple of large buckets of cold water and doused her again. They they left the room and she heard the door being locked. She crawled over to the bowls and looked inside. One bowl had water. Ha, Ha, very funny guys. The other one had a mass of something she recognized. Dog food. She sighed. She probably would have to eat it. She couldn't live on the cum she'd been forced to swallow. She forced some of it down and drank a little of the water. Then she lay on the cold floor and shivered, trying to get to sleep. It wasn't easy. And when she was just starting to nod off, she heard the door clang open and Karl and Ben came in and once again doused her with cold water. Damn them! The rest of the night - she had to guess it was night time, there was no way to tell - they kept hitting her with the water treatment every so often. She couldn't have gotten more that ten minutes of sleep at a time.
She wasn't sure, but while she was locked in the cell she got doused five, maybe six times before they came in and unlocked her from the manacle. Did this mean they were dousing her every couple of hours? She thought she had to figure out some way of guaging how much time was passing, just to keep her mind active. Before Ryker unlocked her, a guy named Lane put a rope loop around her neck and pulled it tight. When the manacle loosened, Lane yanked her towards the door and marched her back into the big room where she had gone through hell the day before. The Gray Man stood on the side watching her, and she figured this was going to be another really bad day for her.
They pulled her to the bench and worked to restrain the same way they had done the day before. She tried to resist, pushing away at their arms, kicking, trying to wiggle out from under them. But she was so outnumberened she could not hold out. They grabbed her legs and manacled them down. They got her left arm and pulled it to where it was secured. Scars climbed up on top of her even as they were still trying to get her right hand down and he smashed the back of his hand across her face. She put her right hand up against Scar's shoulder and pushed, making a feeble attempt to push him away. For an instant, her eyes saw a pattern in the scar tissue on the front of his shoulder. The design she saw looked just like a palm print, and she was shocked to see her hand up there matched the pattern exactly in size and shape. They finally pulled her hand down and secured it, and Scars went on with the brutal rape. She suffered through his cock in her, his pawing at her breasts, and his occasional smack across her face. As soon as he finished, she got another dousing of cold water. Even as the pain and shock ran through her from the new day's ordeal, she tried to think about what she'd noticed. The damage to the skin on Scar's body looked like it might have come from burning. And if her hand matched that pattern she'd seen on him, did that mean she had some kind of flame power? Was she a super-heroine? The thought seemed rather incredulous to her, but it would explain why Scars hated her so much, if she had personally done that to him. And the idea could explain why they kept throwing that god-damned cold water on her!
She kept thinking about this as she was forced to endure a few hours of rape and torture similar to the previous day's ordeal. She was trying to think about something to at least let her mind try to escape what was happening. Then they took a break, and for a few hours they strung her up again, but upside down, hanging from her ankles. They put earplugs in her ears, tied a thick black leather hood over her head, and let her hang there, unable to see or hear anything around her. Every so often, without warning, a strap would lash against her ass, back or chest, and she would scream into the leather on her face. There was another short period where she was left alone, then she felt fingers invade her cunt and poke, prode and pinch inside her. Fingers would grip and pull her most sensitive areas, and and her voice grew rough from the screams she kept uttering.
They brought her down and took off the hood, and her eyes squinted from the sudden exposure to light. They put her back on the bench, face down this time. The earplugs were taken out, but the ring gag was back. Scars was the first to come up behind her and fuck her in the ass today, and he went in rough and very hard. As he was doing this, he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked, pulling her head back. Finally he exploded his cum into her rectum, and then he walked around to her head and shoved the fluid covered dick into her waiting mouth. He stood there as she started to lick it clean. She felt another man push his cock into her ass while she worked on Scars and for a couple of hours it was a succession of dicks up her ass that came to be sucked off after they sodomized her. When they finished, they untied her and stood her up. She was hit with a dousing of cold water. As the one called Ben looped the rope over her neck to lead her away, she heard Scars talk to the Gray Man. "When do I get to burn her?" The Gray Man thought for a moment, then replied. "Soon. Very soon." She shuddered as that little comment gave her one more horror to think about. She was almost positive now. She had been the one to burn Scars. And he wanted to do that to her!
Part Three
Again they marched her back to the cell. But as she went along, her head slumped forward, her eyes down, she spotted a glint on the floor. She allowed herself to trip, crashing forward. Jerrod kicked her butt and yelled, "Get up ya lazy bitch. Move it!" She groaned and slowly stood back up, and continued to shuffle her feet as she continued down the corridor. Jerrod and Cutter walked her into the room and attached the manacle to her right wrist. Then, as they left, she was hit with the usual cold buckets of water. She curled up on the floor and shivered while the two goons laughed and slammed the room door shut. But the mystery woman had picked up what she'd seen back on the floor. In her hand was a paper clip. She bent it straight and started to work on the lock on her manacle. An hour later she was laying there cursing. Great. She didn't know her own name, but she could spout a line of verbage that would give a nun a heart attack. Could she be a sailor? She sure could swear like one. And the reason she was swearing was because the paper clip wire wasn't working. Maybe some people could use a paper clip to pick a lock, but she wasn't one of them. Or maybe that little trick was also one of the memories they taken from her. She stopped as the door to the room opened, and she got another bath. She screamed at the misery of the cold water and the frustration at not being able to remember her own name. Was she Barbara? Francine? Hannah? Kimberly? Jennifer? Jessica? Geraldine? Violet? Ursala? None of those names sounded familiar. But if she thought of her name, would she even realize it?
She tried to get a little sleep between the dousings of cold water. Her body was starting to wear down. She was so tired she was finding it harder and harder to think. The burns on Scar's body. The names of the men. What they had been doing to her. It was starting to blur in her mind. She sobbed as she began to think she would soon have nothing to think about except pain, and more pain. They would reduce her to an animal. A life of pain and rape. That was what the Gray Man planned for her. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. The wire had not helped, but it was a tiny mistake on their part. If they made one mistake, they might make more. She had to be ready. She rubbed her hands together until at least the palms were dry. She thought of heat, of flames. She concentrated, wishing she could see the flames spout from her skin. To dry her off. To burn the men who did this to her. But it didn't work. No matter how hard she tried, her hands did not get any warmer, and no flames appeared.
After another miserable night, they unlocked her and stood her up. With the loop of rope around her neck, she was taken back to the other room. She saw the bench was gone, and a low padded table stood in its place. Ryker took the rope off her neck and pushed her over towards it. The men stood in a circle around it. Scars spoke. "Lay down on the table. Get on your back and spread your legs, bitch!" She didn't move, and Scars smashed the back of his hand across her face. "Do it!" She backed away from Scars, and tried to move around the table. But Karl was there and he smacked his fist into the small of her back. She lurched back towards Scars, and he punched her hard in the gut. She doubled over and nearly dropped to her knees. Panting, she heard Scars speak again. "Down on the table. Get on your back and spread your legs!" She looked up and saw they surrounded her. Each man had his fists ready to pummel her if she tried to move in any direction other than the table. So she lay down on it. Jerrod came up and dropped his pants. He looked at her with a smile and ordered her. "Spread your legs." Alongside him, Scars stood, holding the strap. She spread her legs and Jerrod plunged his cock into her. He was the guy who liked to bite nipples, and he started that right up. But after a little of that he put his arms under her and rolled the two of them over. Now he was one the table and she was on top of him with the cock still in her. She wondered why he... Then Scars began hitting her in the butt with the strap. Every stroke of the leather against her ass was matched by Jerrod's pump of his cock into her pussy. Her crotch was driving her crazy with the conflicting sensations. She climaxed not once but twice in quick sensation, then when the thug came inside her she shook all over as the orgasm ran through her body. She collapsed to the table next to Jerrod and he got up. He put his hand to her cunt and jammed a couple of fingers inside. Pulling out the fingers covered with cum and her fluids, he turned to the Gray Man and spoke. "We did it boss. She's our whore now!" The Gray Man laughed.
Part Four
The mystery woman cried. Not just from pain this time, but from shame. Had they beaten her? Taken one more thing from her? Scars pushed her over to the side, then lay down on his back on the table. "Come on bitch, I'm waiting." She stared at him and didn't move. Finally she she spat in his face. Scars erupted in anger. He smacked her with the back of his hand and she went off the table to land on the floor. Pain shot up her left arm as her elbow caught a crack as she landed. Scars stood alongside her and smashed his fist into the small of her back. "Damn you, Sil..." The Gray Man cut Scars off. "NO! I warned all of you. Never utter her name or I'll make sure you never say another word again. That even goes for you, Scars. Never forget who is in charge here or what I do to you will be as bad as what she is getting!" Scars looked up and she could see he was... afraid? As bad-ass as the scarred man was, apparently the Gray Man was a threat that was even worse. That was something to think about. The Gray Man looked down at her. and spoke. "Get back on the table." She painfully got up and slid onto the table. Ben came over and climbed up on her, and brought his stiff cock into her cunt. As she felt him pumping in and out of her, she thought back to that single syllable that Scars had let slip. Silvia? Sillouette? Silver something? Silly Girl? What was her name? Ben wrapped his arms around her and like Jerrod had, rolled her over so that he was under her. She feared another bout with a strap, but instead he slid down until his butt was hear the edge of the table and held her down so that her chest was pressed against hers. Then one of the others came up behind her at the table edge and used his hands to spread the sore cheeks of her ass. She screamed, then gasped as a second cock rammed her back there. She reeled from the sensation of being fucked in both of her holes. The men came quickly, and she twitched at the feeling of hot cum in her cunt and rectum.
Lane had been the one reaming her in the ass, and he came around to the side of the table and grabbed her hair. He pulled her head down to where his cock was and forced her to open her mouth. She sucked at the vile thing until she'd cleaned it off. Then got a dousing of cold water. Scars came up to her while she was still standing there dripping and pushed her back onto the table top. H e climbed up and forced his cock into her pussy, then pulled her around so he was under her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her up and down on his dick. Then another of them came up and smacked her ass with his open palm. Again she was subjected to the rape matched with the pain in her ass. She was driven wild by the attack of pain and unwanted sex until she again spasmed and came. Scars then blew his wad into her and smiled, enjoying her humiliation. Two of the others fucked her as she was whipped on the butt, and she sobbed at her misery. Then she was given another dousing of cold water.
They pulled her up and attached her to the ropes that came down from the ceiling. These were drawn tight, pulling her arms out from her body and drawing her body up so that her toes just touched the floor. Ben got behind her and started smacking her ass, hard. Soon her butt was sore as hell and bright red. She winced at the horrid pain every time his palm came down hard on her rear. Then she saw Scars wheeling in a small metal cart. On the top was a small barbeque grill with hot coals burning. In the grill was stuck a metal rod. He came close to her and grabbed the cold end of the rod, lifting it from the fire. The other end glowed a dull red and was shaped into a circle. He brought the branding iron up close to her face, and she felt the heat as he waved it a couple inches from her face. He had a manical grin on his face, and he laughed. "When you burned me, bitch, you said I deserved it. Well, now you deserve it." He walked around behind her and put the iron against her the right cheek of her ass. She screamed as she felt the flesh sizzle and burn. She dropped her head against her chest and sobbed at the horror she was enduring. She heard the Gray Man speak. "No, Scars, just once. We'll give her another mark tomorrow. And another one each day until her ass and back are full. Then we'll do her breasts and shoulders. It will probably take a couple of months before the iron gets to her face." She shuddered. This was the man in charge. And he had never touched her, but he was the worst of them!
They left her hang there for hours. Every so often one of them would walk over and smack her left butt cheek as hard as he could. That hurt. Then he would just lightly run a finger over her right cheek where she'd been branded. That was a hundred times worse. Every time it happened, she wiggled in the ropes and screamed bloody murder. They finally let her down and marched her back to her cell. In there she was forced to lie on the floor face down while her butt hurt so. She heard the door and prepared for the dousing. But when it opened, a blanket flew in at her. "Ok, whore, dry yourself off." A man at the door had a gun aimed at her. A second man, behind the first, spoke. "Ben, this is so dumb. If the boss finds out..." Ben cut him off. "Cutter, he ain't gonna find out. You ain't gonna tell, and I sure ain't. This bitch has a sweet pussy and we have all been having fun, but I am so sick and tired of fucking something as cold and wet as a god-damned fish! When we're done, we'll soak her down again, and nobody will be the wiser." She slowly dried herself, finding pleasure at being warm and dry for the first time. She laid the blanket down and got on it, wincing at the pain in her butt. The first man, Ben, took off his pants and got on her. He put his finger in her for a minute to start her juices flowing before he rammed his cock into her. She wiggled mechanically to make the guy think she was excited, but her attention was really on the room around her. There was something different. Now that she was dry, she felt something around her, moving and pulsing. Ben didn't take long before he came. She arched her back and moaned. Let him think she was getting something out of it, and maybe he'd come back again... with the blanket. Cutter had been standing there with his gun drawn, and covered her while Ben got up, got dressed and got his auto mag trained on the captive. "Ok, your turn. You know, it is a lot better this way." Cutter didn't bother to take his pants off. He just unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick, already erect. He dropped down on her, and he too was pumping without any fancy moves, and she wiggled and arched her back a little as a show for this guy. But as she moved around, she felt her hand come into contact with a pouch on Cutter's belt. It held a cell phone, and as she touched it, she suddenly felt energized as a spark lept from the phone to her finger. She was amazed at the sensation that ran through her. She knew it wasn't the sex -- this guy was a little dick loser whose techniques at sex would put most hookers to sleep. But as the sensation hit her, she felt herself using it to reach outside of herself. The lights in the room suddenly flickered and dimmed. The feeling she'd gotten before was her reaction to the electricity moving through the circuits in the walls and the lights overhead. She figured that she had some kind of special powers, and they had to do with electricity, not fire! But the action of the lights had spooked Ben and Cutter. They rushed to the door and grabbed buckets of water that were standing there, and she soon was soaked down again. As soon as the water hit her, the sensations she felt disappeared. So this was why they kept her soaked!
Part Five
Next morning the walked her out to the big room. They ordered her on the table for another round of rape and torture. Today, Scar was going to go first. He climbed up on the table over her and got ready to plunge his cock into her once again. She whispered up to him, "Does it still hurt at night? Do you still feel your face burning when you try to sleep? No matter how many times you rape me, you'l never get even, you know. I'll be suffering, but you'll still be ugly. I used to feel pity for you. Not any more. Now I'm really glad I did that to you." She had spoken in a soft enough tone of voice that the Grey Man, standing over on the side to watch and enjoy her misery, was caught totally unawares when Scar smashed his fist into her jaw and knocked her to the right on the table. She held on, because that wasn't the way she wanted to go. She had to provoke him again. Even though she could taste the blood in her mouth, she whispered again. "That was really weak, Scar. Did the burns on your arms hurt you that much?" Scar growled and slammed at her a second time. This time the blow went the other way, just as she wanted. She rolled with the blow and allowed it to knock her off the table, onto the floor. She flew to the left, and rolled. If she had tried to get off the table and move this way, each goon would have been ready to fire before she reached what she wanted.
But instead, she got to the wall before they reacted. The paper clip she had found was ready. One end was bent into a ring, wrapped around her middle finger. The rest was straight. It was a big gamble on her part, but she reached up to the wall and placed her hand at the electrical socket that was there. The wire popped right into the slot and she felt the power surge into her hand. It felt good! She heard the shouts behind her. The Grey Man's was the loudest. But it was too late. In seconds her body began to surge with power. The lights in the room dimmed as she drew the current into her hand. Her inherent ability allowed her to absorb and multiply the energy in an instant. She spun to look and saw their reactions. Two men went for the fire hose and Ryker was reaching for the wheel to open the valve. She held up her palms and glowing pale blue balls of energy formed in front of them. Shafts of energy shot from the spheres and hit the valve wheel. The thug lept back as the metal grew red-hot. A couple of goons drew guns, but they were disarmed by bolts of energy that made red-hot the weapons in their hands. They screamed as their hands were burned. She turned to see Scar, holding a metal bar like a club, take a step towards her. But she stared into his eyes, and the balls of energy near her hands grew bigger and started to give off a high pitched whine. In Scar's eyes, she saw the fear. Scar had faced her before, and she had caused the damage to his body. So he knew more than the others what she was capable of. He dropped the bar, turned and ran. When he did, every other stooge did the same.
In the sky over Los Angeles, a disc hovered. Inside it, four members of the Patriot Brigade watched their scanner screens, hoping to see the energy signiture they wanted. For over a week they'd been trying to find her, but there had been no trace of their friend. Some of them worried she might be dead, but not the man in the blue tights and cape. He refused to accept the possiblity that they would not find her. A woman in a tight green costume suddenly cried out. "Energy spike detected in sector 4D. It matches her pattern, but it's more intense than anything I've ever seen!!" The man in blue turned from his scanners to the flight controls. "We'll be there in a minute. Hang on!"
In the building in sector 4D, the mystery woman faced the Grey Man. The villain reached for a weapon on the nearby table, but a white-hot shaft of energy hit the table and swept everything there. The table instantly was burnt to ash. The Gray Man felt the searing heat inches from his hand, and winced. He had never seen her power bursts this intense! Of the items on the table, plastic was vaporized, and metals melted to drop and burn their way through the floor. The Grey Man was trapped, and he saw the mystery woman hold up her palms and look right at him. Was he next? When he took her memories away, had he eliminated any restaints in her mind about killing an unarmed man?
But the door to the room crashed open, and the blue costumed figure entered. He shouted, "Alicia!" And the mystery woman knew at once that was her name. That one word shattered the barriers in her mind and a lifetime of memories came flooding back to her. She was Alicia Conner Templeton, who fought for justice in Los Angeles as the Silver Syren. She was the most famous and best loved costumed character on the West Coast, and a founding member of the Patriot Brigade. The Grey Man was Doctor Diabolical, who used any demented means to increase his wealth and power. She had fought him for years and always had been able to stop his schemes. She turned to the door and saw the blue-clad hero. She knew he was Blue Fury, a fellow member of the Patriot Brigade. He was also Jack Templeton, her lover. No, not just her lover, her devoted husband. And the father of her children. She gasped as she suddenly remembered her children. She damned the Grey Man to the worst kind of hell for taking those precious memories away from her for even an instant. She thought of Dennis and Alex, the twins, who had a birthday coming up and had been hinting they wanted new dirt bikes. And Jessica! Sweet, wonderful little Jessica, the most beautiful little girl that the world had ever seen. She savored the memories of the nights she spent in the den, rocking with her little Jess asleep in her lap. Those were treasures she valued more than anything.
She turned to go to Jack. But after her horrid ordeal, only the rage had kept her going. Now she felt the exhaustion tear at her body, and her legs gave out. She started to go down, and Jack grabbed her. She weakly opened her eyes to look into his face, and smiled. The words came from her, weakly. "Darling, let's go home."
---< Author's Note >---
I thought this little story might be interesting. One iron-clad rule of writing is that you establish the main characters at the start and tell your readers enough about them to get their interest. In this story I break that rule. You don't know anything about Silver Syren. I don't even let her know anything about herself. You have to gradually find out her secrets as she discovers them. You get to know her through her ordeal. And, of course, I throw in a nice exciting happy ending. I am very interested in hearing from you readers about how you feel about my stories. Please e-mail me at therat4040@yahoo.com and tell me your opinions. Alias the Rat 3/08